How Many Mics Lyrics

How Many Mics lyrics

[CHORUS (REPEAT 2X):]

How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily 

Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany 



[LAURYN:]

I get mad frustrated when I rhyme 

Thinking of all the kids who try to do this 

For all the wrong reasons 

Seasons change, mad things rearrange 

But it all stays the same like the love Doctor Strange 

I'm tame like the rapper, 

Get red like a snapper when they do that 

Got your whole block saying"TRUE DAT" 

If only they knew that, 

It was you who was irregular, 

Sold your soul for some secular 

Muzak that's wack, 

Plus you use that loop over and over 

Claiming that you got a new style 

Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile 

Your puerile, 

Brain waves are sterile 

You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's 

Laced with malice 

Hands get calloused 

From grippin' microphones from here to Dallas 

Go ask Alice if you don't believe me, 

I get Inner Visions like Stevie 

See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be 

Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad 

MC's make me vomit 

I get controversial 

Freak your style with no rehearsal 

Ooo, contraire mon frere 

Don't you even go there 

Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare 

I dare to tear into your ego, 

We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo 

Or Coleco-Vision 

My mind makes incisions in your anatomy 

And I'll back this with Deuteronomy 

Or Leviticus, God made this word 

You can't get with this 

Sweet like licorice, 

Dangerous like syphillis, yeah. 



[CHORUS (REPEAT 4X):]

How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily 

Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany 



[CLEF:]

I used to be underrated 

Now I take iron, makes my s*** constipated 

I'm more concentrated. 

So on my day off, 

With David Sonnenberg I play golf 

Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov 

Problem with no man 

Before black, I'm first human 

Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand 

Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under 

One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla 

Momma always told me "You're one in a million" 

Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians 

Now I got a record deal, "How does it feel?" 

I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal. 

Cause the whole world's out of order 

So at night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta 

One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth 

The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout 

Brother brother can't you get this through your head 

It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra-reds. 



[CHORUS (REPEAT 3X):]

How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily 

Say Me Say Many Moni Say me say manymanymany 



[PRAZ:]

Too many MC's not enough Mic's 

Exit your show like I exit the turnpike 

Dice and dynamite like Dolomite 

Double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke 

Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night 

Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night) 

And my panache will mosh your entourage 

Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage. 

And when the cops come lookin' 

I'll be bookin' to Brooklyn 

Leave the trails broken flippin' tokens to Hoboken 

A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin 

Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy Chapman 



[CHORUS (Repeat to end):]

How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily 

Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany