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big kwam - mic to mic lyrics

[produced by mr. mayhem & the creators]

[intro: n/a]

[yeah…yeah!]
[come on…come on!]
[you (?)…you (?)]
[yeah…yeah…yeah!]
[yeah…yeah…yeah!]

[verse 1: big kwam]

the platinum sellin’ rap legend’ll hit ya melon
thoughts compellin’, weed inhalin’ verbal rebellion
kwam be extra, abrasive to the texture
ill scheme, to root connector, wreckin’ ya sector
i stay fresh, dip the life or death—script
my vocal clefts rip—h-lla bones and hips, if you slip
got styles you couldn’t figure yet, intrigue like naked silhouettes
behind mosquito nets, you feel me yet? (yeaaah!)
goddammit, budded eyes be ch-nky-slanted, hard as granite
shatter your rhyme like it’s ceramics, while you slept in hammocks
my vocal aerodynamics, ran through your barracks, shining like 24 carats
lyrically speaking, my heat-seeking shot-repeating
c-ck the rock reapins, and dropped on block beatings
it’s a fact, i twist backs, swish some stacks
when briss will crack, with this spliff-gift i pack (yeah!)
the pain inflict-er, burning n-ggas till they blister
split the richters, tweeters blown on transistors
kwam is stoned, a don, like corleone
spots i got sold, you get knocked doc, it’s on (yeah…yeah!)
utilizing math, following drafts, i craft—
mics with skin grafts, when i blast breaks in half
a threat like bomb scares, the kwam fear—
no emcee, long as i’m here grenade launchin’ verbal warfare

[chorus: big kwam]x2

lyrically, kwam (yeah..) splits ya wig (yeah..)
me, whack, kid? how ya fig? (uhh)
you must be smoking dust, or worse
you need to reverse and disperse
mic to mic, toe to toe
you’re bound to drop first
(whaaat!)

[verse 2: big kwam]

i got a re-pour with weed spots and liquor stores
my mind-state be tore out the door-frame and more
b-lls remain critical, in verbal dividuals
smoked-out individual, blessed by herbal rituals
kwam be— the one man army, flipping donkey
and twan he— put the sp7-mc upon me (one love!)
on with the blueprint, i do dent, your two cent—
raps that need improvement, the choco got my crew bent
i’m trail blazin’, brain grazin’ and h-ll raisin’
my mood swings like clubs of schizophrenic cavemen
i can’t be snuffed, bum-rushed or handcuffed
when this man puff, he drop rhymes like dandruff
frontin’ theatrics get slapped quick with rap hits
that leave backs split, clap sh-t, just like gat-clips
i’m all that plus chips and all that other good sh-t
intricate like arabic script written in toothpicks
cliques under, revolving, the sergeant with his squadrant
makin’ papers like charmin’, i’m harmin’ the frail
knock the wind out ya sails, brings clip like nails
while i wait, to exhale the holy grail
i lamp on the meridian ‘wit a billion—
adaptable styles reminiscent of amphibians
it ain’t hard to catch a r-t-rd squad, charge up the three bars (ahh!)
believe me, god, i could pull your card
and that will, the facts still remain, my card taps drill
wax’s ill, dacks be composing the cats sk!ll
motherf-cka! coming through ’96 is all mine (what!)

[chorus: big kwam]

[outro: big kwam]

(yeaah!)
herb smokers, it’s all love (yeah..)
young & reckless (what!), it’s all love (what!)
money makers, it’s all love (haah!)
blindside records, it’s all love (yeah!)
ghetto strugglers, it’s all love (what!)
mars, a.k.a smithy, let’s get spliffy
my man d, upstate behind the steel gate
when you get home, it’s all love (whaaat…whaaat)

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