"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat in background]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah...
Too many Indians and no chiefs
I pull out the pistol when I promote peace
I'm the blueprint - I have your clothes
lookin like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint - it's like Spock
came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the Vulcan touch
I tell my [bad word] I'ma, give up drinkin when she give her emotions up
Too many enemies and no killers
Too many that hate snitchin but know squealers
I get stacks (stacks)
I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap
I spit crack for yard niggaz to get dope
Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back
So who's the illest - what you talkin 'bout?
Die Hard like you [bad word] Willis when I shoot to kill it
Too many hood guys, not enough good guys
The way you say [bad word] in plural, is puss-i
I don't be [bad word] around on that microphone
When I'm kickin them flows on that microphone
The illest [bad word] that's holdin that microphone
I put my heart and my soul in that microphone
I put it down on that (microphone)
Turn up the [bad word] sound on that microphone

[Crooked I]
But turn it down if you weak on that microphone
Lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone
My ultrasound show me holdin a microphone
That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone
Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone
Like James Brown I'ma DIE on the microphone
Too many rappers need to leave this (mic alone)
They on the same [bad word] (that Mike was on)
You're lookin at the unseen, missin and to the unheard
I kill your career with one word (Slaughterhouse!)
You're verbally flirtin with murder, you got some nerve
I lift your skirt like a young perv - (knock 'em out!)
We the mob, homie who need a job?
Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob
Too many in this industry I need to rob
And if eatin niggaz made you obese, I be The Blob! [bad word] props, [bad word] this a different conquest
Listen this hear me spittin think it's a [bad word] contest
I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me
they better off usin a fishin pole to reel in the Lock Ness
Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies
If you are what you eat, [bad word] I'm not [bad word] 

[Joell Ortiz]
You lil' niggaz [bad word] off that microphone
I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone
Don't even bother, you'll get done on that microphone
I turn a father to a son on that microphone
I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone
And tell the Source I don't need no microphone
Too many critics tend to be silly
Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies
I get it poppin like a niine milli
Now I'm havin a whale of a good time, I'm a Free Willy
Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really
Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily
None of you kids spit evenly
You body my verse is like a thick [bad word] leavin me
(Ha ha) too many fantasies and no fame
Too many claimin insanity and they so sane
Less than wack Scooby Snack lack flow game
Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine
Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name
In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses
Too many monkey see, monkey doers
I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster

[Joe Budden]
Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone
Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone
I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone
pioneer, I set trends on that microphone
Decide who you wan' be on that microphone
I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones
Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on
Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on
Say his mouth [bad word] off
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