ฟังเพลงToo Many Rappers (Explicit)

Mic check mic check

One one two two three three

Too many rappers and there's still not enough emcees

It goes three three two two one one

Mca ad rock mike d that's how we get it done like

Ladies and gents attention nas in the house

With beastie boys we can turn it out

Perpetrators we can point them out

So if you got something on your mind let it out

Yo I been in the game since before you was born

I might still be emceeing even after you're gone

Strange thought I know but my skills still grow

The eighttys the ninetys two thousands and so

On and on until the crack of dawn

Until the year three thousands and beyond

Stay up all night and I emcee and never die

Cause death is the cousin of sleep

Because I'm back with a bang boogie oogie oogie

Strawberry letter twenty three like shuggie

Oh my god just look at me grandpa rapping since eightty

Oh I'm supersonic like jj jad

Got crazy ass shit pulling out the bag

Don't forget the tartar sauce yo cause it's sad

All these crap rappers they're rapping like crabs

I have carte blanche the vagabond

Nas is the narcissist my pockets are rotund

I'm no killa but compared to you I'm more reala

You ain't a shot a mobster or a drug dealer

A slug peeler you're not mafioso no

You ain't got the cutthroat in ya beginner

I ain't trying to hear your racket

You work with police dog you snitch you rat wear that jacket

How many rappers must get dissed

Gimme eight bars and watch me bless this

I start to reminisce oh when I miss

The real hip hop with which I persist

Like rum in mojitos bullets and banditos

Matzah balls in soup jackets and troop

Yes y'all this is one for the history books

Nasty nas what's the word count it off on the hook

Let's go one one two two three three

Too many rappers and there's still not enough emcees

It goes three three two two one one

Mca ad rock mike d that's how we get it done like

Ladies and gents attention nas in the house

With beastie boys we can turn it out

Perpetrators we can point them out

So if you got something on your mind let it out

Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain

To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame

My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister

So get your hologram on off of wolf blitzer

Too many rappers to shake a stick at

I outta charge a tax for every weak rap

I had to listen to cause we be making stacks

Like stax records my squad we gotta pack never coming

To all you crab rappers and hackers

And circuit fenders two tone splendor

I take the cake I stole the mold

The golden microphone well that's mine to hold

And why all these biters all up in my crotch space

Sniffing puffing huffing mean mugging with blimpie bluffing

Back up off me sucka you ain't saying nothing

I'm broader than broadway I was in project hallways

Dual tape recorder lacing oratorials all day

I'm just getting started on this beat this is foreplay

And when this song finished y'all can sing along with this

By the way I have strong fetish for christian louboutin steppers

I hear russian blonde's the wettest

But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas

And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme who's next up

Mike d the man of mystery

History in the making and now we're taking

Titles awards and accolades

Scaring the competition as I sharpen my blades

We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches

Like pen and paper like picasso and canvases

Rocking stadiums and shitty bars

Go back in time send a fax from my car

One one two two three three

Too many rappers and there's still not enough emcees

It goes three three two two one one

Mca ad rock mike d that's how we get it done like

Ladies and gents attention nas in the house

With beastie boys we can turn it out

Perpetrators we can point them out

So if you got something on your mind let it out