Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
Am
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Am
iggity am what I am
I comes to get biz so bust the jam
Em
I might not be the man but y'all
I still proceed to slam, I cram
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to understand why these rappers
try to faze me
Em
They must be crazy messin with
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the Books and Drayzie
Big- up to Jersey and
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my people's out in el- a
Well- a hell- a can never cut the swell- a
Am
Cos you can tell I gets
No matter what the weather son
you never wanna spark me
Am
I'm kickin rhymes and gettin
mines on the regular
Em
See me in the black Benz
just blowin up the cellular
Am
Em
We high as shit, the sky is it
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
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So grip (what?), you're cheap
and buried
Em
cos you're never comin near it
So fear it when you hear it, cheer
it but don't compare it
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I still be schoolin,
Em
foolin em when I'm speakin
Kids be heapin,
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they love the way that we be freakin
My sewer style it cause
disaster so when I ask
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you better answer who's the microphone
Verse 2
master
Am
Miggity microphone master,
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Miggity microphone master,
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Miggity microphone master,
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Miggity microphone master,
Verse 3
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Well yo, here's the humdinger,
Em
I'm briggity bringin a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow,
Em
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
It's all about expanses,
stocks of skunks,
Am
props and my pops get a mansion
By the age of 16, had
Em
dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Am
Chrome tools in rent
Em
and I only go downtown to buy
Em
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess
I check the mic 2- 1 and chew
gum to ease the breath
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My style is wild like
the Cats of Villanova
Em
The heat on the street'll keep
my 40's spillin over
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So the skunk and thai keep
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me high when I'm smokin
And I don't sleep,
just take naps with one eye open
Am
See I believe the beaded
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weed in me is feedin me
the inspi- ration to riggity rock the nation
Am
Em
from white folk to Haitian, Jamaican
Burn MC's like degrees of Mason
because you're fakin
exclamation with the caper
Em
The flavor misbehaver from the super
Verse 4
dooper rhyme maker
Am
Miggity microphone master,
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Miggity microphone master,
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Miggity microphone master,
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Miggity microphone master,
Verse 5
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I got to give a siggity shout to my mans,
Em
my fans at the shows
friends, foes,
Am
stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats! I'm friggin to ride the fat,
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick
Am
Thicker than your blunt cos yo I be's
Em
the Brooklyn trooper
and I got more spunk than that
punk from Punky Brewster
Am
Em
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones
like Mandingo
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I'm starstruck like starbuck,
Em
the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat
like Tomko or Hasbo
Am
I have no figgity fear yeah,
Masters of the microphone,
makers of the super rhymes
Verse 6
Am
Yo, well yo the shit sound clever,
I'm down for whatever
Big- up to DJ Dice wreckin shop
when he cut 'n' slice
Am
These 20 MC's, please!
Em
I never heard of some
We need to murder some
like Colin Ferguson
Am
But now ya heard us from the under
Ya best ta come clean like J- Rule
I'm buggin like gristle,
dismiss you, my style's official
and that's the issue
Am
I show the flow I go until
it's time to leave
Em
Believe I'm packin more rhymes up my sleeve
Outro 1
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