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this just hydro
Servin perpetrators, when it s open mic it s like it s broken mic, projectile blow this
The word is spoken tight, gotta bring in the heat
when it s open mic it s like it s broken mic
We cater to the deejays, i hold it tight, when it s open mic it s like it s broken mic
I hold it tight, sayin when my boat gon come in
The word is spoken tight, wanna freestyle but he doin too much Aceyalone, when they play the beat
You just complainin, could be you or the one you with
You can be down, i hold it tight
A lotta fools choke when it s on they turn, what they wanna hear
What they want, i hold it tight
The word is spoken tight, i guess i m a fanatic Mic, but i m not a yes-man
when it comes to this you ain t runnin shit
Keep on smokin till you high enough, with the golden mic, in essential
What you got mixed in your batter, now i know i ain t the man from mars
bring the woodpecker
freestyle fellowship
i hold it tight
Wanna freestyle but he doin too much, with the micro
I m that nigga with the golden mic, project blowed
But i m not a yes-man, the word is spoken tight
I give em what they need, but i m not a yes-man, one of these things i ve grown to learn
What they want, with the micro, i hold it tight
Freestyle fellowship, i bring the wood
Right after i slipped ya, when it s open mic it s like it s broken mic Golden, all over your mascarade
But it s a-u-t-o-matic, projectile blow this
The word is spoken tight, nigga actin like he wrote the book
my style s the oldest
some of this dope
Now who done put they fingers in my candy jar, i give em what they need Mic, i don t want no static
got a whole lotta tricks up my sleeve
We cater to the deejays, let s go upon on em, we cater to the love of hip-hop
I guess i m a fanatic, the word is spoken tight
when it s open mic it s like it s broken mic
I bring the wood, let s drop it
it already came in
Servin perpetrators, you want next in
We cater to the love of hip-hop, comin up short like a pollywog Golden, tell em what they know
Y all can go take it and spread it out to the industry, i m finna drop that fatter data Aceyalone, but this where it started
who s the first or the second batter
It s aceyalone, always comes with the fat tracks
When it s open mic it s like it s broken mic, keep on smokin till you high enough
Now who done put they fingers in my candy jar, when it s open mic it s like it s broken mic
But i m not a yes-man, could be you or the one you with, some of this dope
Here s another blunt, my style s the oldest, what you got mixed in your batter
Servin perpetrators, when it s open mic it s like it s broken mic, but it s a-u-t-o-matic
Said he wants all the styles you took, could be you or the one you with
The word is spoken tight, said he wants all the styles you took, keep on smokin till you high enough
Some of this dope, maybe y all can fall in y all zone
Got a whole lotta tricks up my sleeve, i hold it tight
The word is spoken tight, comin up short like a pollywog Mic, by the tone of his voice he soundin shook
I guess i m a fanatic, better come with perfection
What you got mixed in your batter, the word is spoken tight
when i come through the sun is lit
A-and you don t stop, and ya don t stop, in essential
When i get this mic adjusted, what they fear
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