Microphoneaye

Beatbox and Turntables, Few tracks and Microphoneaye! I say I'm back dakety digedy daca like a sacka Black blacety hakety haca daca wacka Play with your tongue diga daga waga say, yo I gotta lyrics like bullets in the AK So ready or not, I'm coming to ya What you gonna do now? Step in to the party of mine All I neeeeeed is a rhythm divine So I can put the words on beat and drop it on the line Hippy hippy shake hippy lo hippy hi Bigedy back to trackmasters slam ziggy I Hiphop is my ambition, so I settle the score I'll be one step ahead with my sniper on your backdoor Yeah I got a message in the bottle take it from the water Read it to your sister and your brother Step inside the perfect dark of this new lifeform tonight Put the uniform on tonight Gimme room, gimme room now, back up son You won't get the mic yo 'til I get done I warn you: do don't talk, I say say Come on baby light my fire, purple haze Higher mathematics, 106, No tricks, just a pure hiphop addictics Don't ever underestimate your enemy like Kennedy They got the poison, you don't got to remedy What's the melody coming from the temple of the Kwan dynasty? Sweet melancholy rhapsody His Infernal Majesty has arrived And I'll testify when the love and death embrace tonight Oh my godda, oh my goddess that I don't live in fucking 'mal, god bless Yo, should I wear a pink dress, should I go at all Knock the wood, knock knock a d'l d'l Engine, engine number 9 Across the fader on the transit line Back little at the front - that's fine Is everybody ready for the? It goes something like this!