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Joe Budden

"Microphone Preem"

[Produced by DJ Premier]

[Intro]
This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine

[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
I'm handlin' you frauds
These wounded ass n*ggas, I rap circles around 'em
I'm bandages and gauze
Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm havin' a menage
f*ckin' with the rap game, and the trap game
I'm managin' my odds
Man these rappers out here reachin', your arms are too short
Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the military in this b*tch
f*ck every Tom, di*k and Harry in this b*tch, yeah
f*ck your apology, I'ma be on astrology sh*t
March into war like Aries in this b*tch, yeah
You call it light work, n*gga this is my life's work
I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writin' Ike's verse
Toe taggin' this mothaf*cka, I don't think Joe Jackson
And Buster Douglas could ever do a mic worse
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pus*y?
That was part uno, this is part two though

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
This the difference between y'all n*ggas and real rap
The competition fell back, n*ggas ask, how much did I use to drink
I tell 'em off the top of my head, about a gallon
Kinda like Pharrell's hat, but all jokes aside like I ordered fries
I'm liable to store somebody's corpse in the closet, I'm organized
Before police was interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my life
And Morgan Freeman was narratin'
(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an inch taller, 'fore all of the jewelry, I've been baller
Before n*ggas was hypebeasts, my n*ggas was bike thiefs
You let it out your sight and they take it to sight see
Same sh*t, another n*gga gotta die today
My b*tch gone (why), we ain't ever goin' out on dates
(Why) we ain't vacayin' out of state
Whinin' all the time, all she do was holler, we ain't like a Pagan holiday
Rappers will, be actin' ill, knowing they daffodils
I take the word "lyrical" and flip it backwards
And that says "laciryl", and that's exactly how I feel
Shout out to Guru, I got the mass appeal
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'll give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
(That was part uno, this is part two though)

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
Oh you don't, don't let me learn yah
I body the beat and watch it skip, call it m-murda
The nerve of anyone who ain't heard of
The gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the servers
(House Gang what up!)
Other groups basic mergers
We extort 'em from a distance, takin' it further
Drama could be all yours, why you want a war for?
You can't go at uno, mothaf*cka, that's a draw 4
We started out as just a feature on a Joe joint
f*ck around now, you on the bleachers soon as Joe point
Brothers for real, I can honestly say
If you come at me, they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still typin'
Meet fire, street fighters when these pens writin'
Shady, you go through us to get to Em, Bison
(Come on, Quick, you wildin' again)
Nah Joe, these n*ggas stupid, boy we do this sh*t
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never leave lilies
(That was part uno, this is part two though)

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
These n*ggas might play cray, try slay me
Off my mic vacay, call it right, it's mayday
Right footed melee, strapped a light AK
Every bar get in the face like Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my squad do it for Bundles
Could've been copped the Phantom, bought the Benz bein' humble
Still, the nickel plate is known to get 'em situated
It's return fire, even when Joey initiate it
How I feel about these rap n*ggas? f*ck 'em all
Drake rhyme about these b*tches, I just f*ck 'em all
A hundred guns, jeans big enough to tuck 'em all
Banana clips, fully automatic, you can't duck 'em all
Cause when it's gats involved, bodies'll fall
From the sky, could really be rainin' cats and dogs
It's Joey, nicer than any rapper you rockin' to
Call a spade a spade, n*gga try to follow suit
I'm tryna murder the microphone
Bring it back to life, I murder that microphone
Too many big dogs, not enough barkin' yet
(That was part uno, this is part two though)

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