Microphone Master

I iggity am what I is

I come to get biz' so bust the jam

I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram

To understand why these rappers try to faze me

They must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

Big up to jersey and my people's out in LA

Well, I, hell, ah, can't ever catch a sweller

'Cause you can tell I gets biz' like Markie

No matter what the weather, son, you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular

See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular

We high as shit, the sky is it

You know the sewer style, yo, is fly as shit, so grip

You're cheap and buried 'cause you're never comin' near it

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it

I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'

Kids be peepin', they love the way that we be freakin'

My sewer style it cause disaster so when I ask

You better answer who's the microphone master?

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Well, yo, here's a humdinger, I'm briggity bringin' a new style of lingo

It's rap singer with the fat flow, so lo and behold

I higgity hold this mic piece for ransom

It's all about expansion, stocks of skunk, props

And my pops get a mansion

By the age of sixteen, had big dreams of big screens

Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean

Chrome tools in rent, and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints

Jaboll, Guess, Ol' Gold and sess

I check the mic two, one, and chew the gum to ease the breath

My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova

Heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over

So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'

And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open

See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me

The inspiration to riggity rock the nation

From white folk, to Haitian, Boriqua, Jamaican

Burn MC's like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'

I'm on point, exclamation with the caper

The favor misbehavior from the super duper rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a shiggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows

Friends, foes, stiggity shout stunts and hoes

Drats, I'm freakin' it rather fat, ooh, shit

My crew shake, rattle and roll thick

Thicker than your blunt 'cause, yo, I be's a Brooklyn trooper

And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster

Bust the lingo, Ringo stiggity Starr, bingo

I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though

I'm all that, small cat, like Tonka or Hasbro

I have no figgity fear, yeah, it's me and mines

Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

Ay-yo, well, yo, the shit sound clever

I'm down for whatever like nothin' nice

Big up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut n' slice

These twenty MC's, please, I never heard of some

We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson

But now you heard us from the under, so feel the thunder

Ya best to taste come clean like Jeru and Felix Unger

I'm buggin' like gristle, see I should diss you, dismiss you

My style's official and that's the issue

I show the flow I go until it's time to leave

Believe I'm packin' more rhymes up my sleeve

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker