Blazin` Mic`s Lyrics

Blazin` Mic`s lyrics

T-Bone:	

 T-Ha Ha Ha Were Back, Im about spit some that real lyrical eloquence on yall
right now let yall know how we blaze these microphones out here on the west
coast peep game pimpin

 

 Im sweet like cinnamon, when Im spittin this lyrical venom. Given rappers the
blues like denim, when Im killin 'em, fillin them with these syllables synonyms
of adrenalin spillin off a spiritual tongue then numbing them like penicillin.
Plus Im trying to reach the lives like Gilligan. Good God willin spiritual
healin no, stop the drug dealin and killin.Because Im feelin like Im ready to
loose my mind,	So many bullets be flying and riders be dying, Gotta make a
difference, for instance the inmates in prison make bad decisions for lack of
wisdom. So I cutem open and make incisions fill em with spiritualism tell bout
the one thats arisen how they can be free in their spirits and have their sins
forgiven by the one that died on the cross,	cause even while they were out
there drinkin and smokin he loved them even when they were lost so listen to me
and stop dissin the G cause I got the remedy dawg on how yall can be free
cmon

 

 Chorus:

 Blazing Microphones

 Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast

 Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon

 We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know

 Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

 

 T-Bone:	

 Yeah Im not a Jahova witness, but I witness for Jahova. Back in the days the
first to slang cane in the baking soda. But now-a-days Im like preaching the
word like a drug dealer slangin holy rock on the curb, eyes blurred off the
holy ghost contact smoke gotcha trippin off my rims, crushed ice and my rope
plus Im gift with flows and wrist is frozen,  I thought you all knew dawg
(WHAT?)Im Gods Chosen. Highly favored standin with elite, that stand apart dawg
anointed to bring the word to the street, hanging entertaining the famous set
you claim the game of naming, unless Im naming im naming Jesus on the throne
and reigning, paintin a picture for Gs banging of how the lord can save them,
train em like a Baltimore Raven engravin the name of Jesus across their heart
cause its breakin, for Satin is hatin anticipatin and hatin and once their
trapped theres no escapin

 

 Chorus:	

 Blazing Microphones

 Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast

 Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon

 We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know

 Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

 

 T-Bone:	

 Yeah, Uh Ive been doin this for 12 years, it aint easy yall. To make hit
records that are off the heezy yall. Especially when them busters sippin on
that hater-aide, talkin behind your back and try to stop you on a day to day. I
dont make music for them playa hata's anyways this is for them killa's and thugs
sippin on that alazaye, run-a-ways, and essays locked down in prison, (WHY
THEM?) They ones that need the love physician, and I know the perfect doctor
yall that can heal you when you answer to the alter call, he can fill all the
emptiness and void in your heart thats why I rhyme out of need and not for love
of the art so listen, my only mission is soul fishin so that when the rapture
happens faces will be on the back of milk cartons missin

 

 Chorus:

 Blazing Microphones

 Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast

 Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon

 We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know

 Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

 

 Blazing Microphones

 Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast

 Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon

 We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know

 Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

 

 Chase:

 Ha Ha, and there you have it, Bone-e-Bone, Chase E. Dante, we commin we wont
be stopped, cant stop, Hey boy ya did your fizzle, ha ha we out