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Illegal - "On Da M.I.C."
Lyrics to On Da M.I.C. : (feat. A.G., Lord Finesse) [Jamal] To set it off I got the proper ammunition The skills are profession, versatility and great determination To rip any MC who tests the ill little juvenile Kicking styles, outcast child now Im sending a message to all you little MCs out there Im bout to cause yall many frights and nightmares Anybody dissing, we seeing We taking it to you lyrically physically, so dont underestimate us Illegals going for the kill, theres no mercy And the effect will be you lying in emergency, you heard me If you aint true to your hip-hop, well hit you with a bang-bang And then boogie when your body drops, hops Give me my props, who got my props, you got my props' You dont want to see a shorty go reach for his glock And I aint talking about that glock that pop Im talking about the ill lyrics that Im throwing off the top like 1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) [x4] [Lord Finesse] Peace to Illegal and A.G. (Yo who the Funky Man') Yall brothers better say me Not a tall guy, a small fry Yo Im all live, making more noise than a .45 And Im naughty, far from corny Got game for the shorties, tackle skins like a 40 Plus I got the hyper rhymes When you say "Lord Finesse" yo brothers know Im nice with mine I be around like a time zone Mess around get your mind blown, Im brighter than rhinestones And when I roll like an avalanche Even Ray Charles can see clown rappers dont have a chance I grab the mic and start acting ill Yo Im strapped to kill, all the brothers with no rapping skills Throw away mt shoes, they dont fit ya, get the picture' Yo check it out, while I hit you with the [A.G.] Youre a fake hip-hopper trying to ruin it See other brothers doing it So now you wanna put your little two in it Playing games, Im a start saying names For selling raps a trap, for the money, honey, the fame Wont flip-flip, yes Im on a hip-hop hooray tip Crabs better lay quick, shhhh, or get your face split Bass lines be burying, your beats are hurry-hurry Show beats is cream, the meanest team never worry Picasso with a mic so watch me paint, G And if my boots dont have a tree then it aint me See I was raised in the ghetto, seen everything you could imagine From robbing to stealing, looting, shooting, and the stabbing Chill around the way I cant refuse it, I choose it And maintain the pain and use it in my music What Im saying is hip-hop comes from way back From childhood to manhood then comes the fat track Showbiz & A.G., massive wreck we catch From Dallas, Tex, to T-Next, then Im back to the BX Record on record, showstoppers dont knock us And give out propers to the real hip-hoppers Brand Nubians, Grand Puba, and BDP The Hit Squad, the Lench Mob, the Flavor U-N-I-T Greg Nice, Smooth B, Tribe Called Quest, Killa G GangStarr, Ice Cube, of course D.I.T.C. The whole flavor tour of 19 Naughty 3 Jamal and Malik is Illegal and the Kid Capri 1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) [x4] [Malik] Next up to flex, snapping necks, catching wreck When I finish this flow, youll regret that threat Kicking rhymes at all times, with my brothers from the North Never see me slipping, always ripping as theyre falling off Dont sleep on me or try to eat me up Cause Im raw, real rough & rugged rhymes on the regular Wheres your girl' Hold up, shes screaming cause Im sticking her Making this game come down, outta the hype I got a call from Redman, he says "Tonights Da Night" So Finesse bring the fat track and Im sure to rock it Im living for hip-hop, Im killing because of hip-hop You cant write your own hits, get get stopped in hip-hop Or drop, giving your rocks, sinking shots, off your feet Cause the L-I-L M-A-L-I-K cant be beat And A-B-C, ha, is easy as 1-2-3, yeah As soon as the Lord on the beat, I couldnt even speak Just wrote all night, so I can rip the mic Like this and like that, and I never will come wack So peace to A.U. and Im out like that, it goes 1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) [x4] [ On Da M.I.C. Lyrics ]
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