Lyrics Microphone Master - Das EFX
I
iggity
am
what
I
am,
I
comes
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
EL-A
Well-a
hell-a
can
never
cut
the
swell-a
'Cos
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
cos
you're
never
comin'
near
it
(What?)
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
heapin',
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
the
humdinger
I'm
briggity
bringin'
a
new
style
of
thing
It's
a
rap
singer
with
a
fat
flow,
so
low
and
behold
I
higgity
hold
his
mic
piece
for
ransom,
it's
all
about
expanses
Stocks
of
skunks,
props
and
my
pops
get
a
mansion
By
the
age
of
16,
had
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
2-1
and
chew
gum
to
ease
the
breath
My
style
is
wild
like
the
Cats
of
Villanova
The
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,
[unverified]
Jamaican
Burn
MCs
like
degrees
of
Mason
because
you're
fakin'
I'm
on
point,
exclamation
with
the
caper
The
flavor
misbehaver
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
siggity
shout
to
my
mans,
my
fans
at
the
shows
Friends,
foes,
stiggity
stunts
and
hoes
Drats,
I'm
friggin'
to
ride
the
fat,
ooh
shit
My
crew
is
shake,
rattle
and
roll
thick
Thicker
than
your
blunt
'cos
yo
I
be's
the
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
Tomko
or
Hasbo
I
have
no
figgity
fear
yeah,
it's
me
and
mines
Masters
of
the
microphone,
makers
of
the
super
rhymes
Yo,
well
yo
the
shit
sound
clever
I'm
clown
for
whatever
like
nuttin'
nice
Big-up
to
DJ
Dice
wreckin'
shop
when
he
cut
'n'
slice
These
20
MCs,
please,
I
never
heard
of
some
We
need
to
murder
some
like
Colin
Ferguson
But
now
ya
heard
us
from
the
under
so
feel
the
thunder
Ya
best
to
come
clean
like
J-Rule
and
'Felix
Sunder'
I'm
buggin'
like
gristle,
see
I
suggest
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
Miggity
microphone
master,
super
rhyme
maker
Miggity
microphone
master,
super
rhyme
maker
Miggity
microphone
master,
super
rhyme
maker
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