Potluck, ILL BILL, Slaine - Microphone Killa lyrics

We tour the world like guns
N roses in their prime
Livin the life style of a
Rock star but we rhyme
Lyrically we murder MCs my words are grenades
Adjectives are shotguns my verse
Is surgical blades
Sittin Sizzle like menaces to society
And sc society has brainwashed redefined me
Spark a revolution up while
We sparkin the bush
Legalizing medication were the
Doctors of kush shamans who smoke sparkin up
The magical herbs while the botanicals burn
It’s like a ritual or sacrifice
Death the force Hip hop
Spit a verse smoke a spliff
It's a fact of life
It’s a never ending supply
Homie pack the pipe
Showtime in 15 we gonna make it crack tonight


Another sold out show homie
It’s packed tonight
Fuck around another whack rapper
Gettin smacked tonight

DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! You don’t want none, A microphone killer
DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! A microphone Killer

I’m tight when I recite and
I got the right flavor
I strike like I’m a knight
With a bright light saber
I’m the kike on the mic I’ll
End the life of a hater
No one can do it greater
Then your neighbor in Arcata
Yo I be the illest homie
I smoke and get all stoney
I’m high your way below me
That’s why she’s trying to blow me
I spit it sicker kill an MC quicker
No MC slicker trick ya like a flea flicker
I can do anything if you want me demonstrate
I can take and eliminate
Everybody in the building
I’m killin the microphone every
Time I recite though
If u want me to battle then
Hide the women and children
Spit it all day til my face bright
Red I’m a little white bread
I’m a little white boy like Bill and Ted
Excellent with the flow til the mic is dead
Everybody dies
Never waking up like Frankinstein
I’m the one that they love
When I spit a rhyme
MCs better run I’ll rip out your spine
I am the best best believe when I
Flow that I know I’m fresh
I’mma go to the limit never give it a rest
Nobody can do it like me and I’mma
Leave u in a bloody mess

DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! You don’t want none, A microphone killer
DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! A microphone Killer

My Flowin skills is cold as ice
Like playin blades of steel
I spit the raps that slap homie
That’s how I pay the bills
Locked up for 25 to life
For all them stages killed
I keeps it real, do everything I say I will
Some rappers swear they homies turn
Around and play me ill
Never mind, sorry for ya time
We gonna make it still
This is Hip-Hop, This is how I really feel
Trendsetter with skills way before
Our record deal 1 Ton is in the building
Party like my birthday
Get drunk and look for women who
Get naughty on the first day
Ya know the beats is knockin love
My flow and word play
When you turn your speakers up it's
Like a California earth quake
It’s not a game, it's not a joke
I don’t fuck around
You’ll neva bring me down
You can neva take the crown
I’m rhyming and smoking runnin
Through a whole pound
Too fat to run a lap instead
I run the whole town

DIE! Microphone Killer
DIE! Microphone Killer
DIE! Microphone Killer
DIE! Microphone Killer

Slaine of La Coka Nostra

DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! You don’t want none, A microphone killer
DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up
DIE! A microphone Killer