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aj jordan - microphone murdera lyrics

hey, how in the f-ck are they gonna tell me, like
yo, who the f-ck i’m supposed to be, like what
little homie keep living your life
and don’t you even worry about what the f-ck i been doing, naw
if you seen me make a big change
that was a decision for myself and for you to let that sh-t hang, down
these motherf-ckers so below me
that you could never call me homie cause you don’t even really know me, sh-t

often imitated, never duplicated, always originated, perpetually underestimated, f-ck
i’ve been grinding for a minute though
and anybody that could tell you any different’s been a snitchin hoe
why you aggravated, hold em captivated
rappers lacking cadence, weird and uncomplacent to these ugly traitors, ah
but they don’t count the many talents here
surely i been rappin plenty years, but check it, i’ll paint yo pallet clear
who else can direct and edit and star in their own videos
plan an ample opportunity for their fans to partic-p-te in any role
you must have thought you caught me trippin
but you don’t understand the vision i had for the bigger picture, nah
no more subliminal abuses
against a couple stupid dufuses who ruined something useful
i’m over helping people outta debt
they make some money off my efforts yet take advantage every chance they get

it’s f-cking obvious, you’re just a hobbyist, why such a sloppy mess
crawl inside you like an enterobius
man that’s a little f-ckin ugly worm
you gonna need a bigger hook if you disperse the weight then it’ll cook, yum
i’m talking about your p-ssy puppeteer
picking pr-ckly pubic hair off your panzy mama’s plastic chair
while playing solitaire in an empty square with no one there
i swear i didn’t care until all they did was stare at me

felt like i needed therapy, why weren’t you ever there for me
i turnt to drugs for parenting, like a circle fitting squarely
they never cared to be prepared to raise a family
how many people have you ever met with common similiarities
well me, not many, cause not any, who can hang heavy, got plenty, though
i’ll attack every internet bullys unrighteous soul through my microphone
climb through the speakers while you’re tweaking
and dig your heart out on survival mode, wooo

that sure was invigorating, why you freaking out and pacing
i’m a different equation, nominate me as the bravest
beam me up inside the sp-ceship, i’m thee alien invasion
satan better take his place before i slap him in the face, man
making em bring pain back, fixin to squeeze and aim that
every lyric peel they brain back, you as planest as they came, jack
that syrup in the cane cr-p, seriously blame rap

cause todays hip hop ain’t what it used to be, lets state facts
a bunch of ugly foolery in skinny jeans and rented jewelry (that’s g-y wack)

f-ck your fancy cars, f-ck that icy bling, f-ck all of your things
f-ck everyone, i’d f-ck your mom even if she’s listening (hey)
i’m only saying, she can get it too
cause everybody is invited to die inside a ritual
make way for the juggernaut, yeah
i’m breakin through enclosed boxes
quick momentum, deep in thought, its
get the f-ck out of my spot, b-tch
intellect is sharp as the stove is as hot, lit
break it down, so they’ll keep hating, but bet
i will spew toxic spit from the base of my lips
until my face in a ditch laying face down in it, sh-t

you’ll never pry me from the microphone
even with ten dead fingers wrapped around it clutching with my bones
unless like i woke up like a zombie with a problem
and an impossible thirst to gargle all up of your body fluid
wrapping you up with the tape from c-ssettes that they dont play anymore

i’m a bit of rakim mixed with eminem, a prodigy from within
a beastie boy with a grin, too short or mc ren, ra the rugged man
ll or eazy e, del the h-m-sapien, and dmx, krs then mf doom
i’m not a rapper or a regular person i’m the best version of myself
and i’ll never be you!

- aj jordan lyrics

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