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ceeingee - drop tha mic lyrics

[hook]
yo, i’ll spit the hardest before i drop the mic
drop tha mic, drop tha mic
run circles around you, before i drop tha mic, drop tha mic
[verse 1]
i hit hoes on the 1st night
black and white
red alert, has anybody seen my p-ssy cat
i’d dress to k!ll, swingin’ swords where i rest at
i’ll blow up minds like dynamite
fight with all the might as i come at ya tha night
sh-t is gettin’ heavy but i’m a bit pecky when it comes to chosen rhymes for my raps
when i rap, i collapse on myself as i sit and relapse while thinkin’ of goin’ into a time lapse and go faster like hip-hop is what i’m after, it is
i’m tryin’ to gain attention, my intention of bein’ a rapper for this nation and build up the new hip-hop generation
with the rappers, who’ll make ya feel good inside
i’ll be poppin’ up and my alter ego that acts like hyde
[hook]
yo, i’ll spit the hardest before i drop the mic
drop tha mic, drop tha mic
run circles around you, before i drop tha mic, drop tha mic
[verse 2]
i will not yet drop the mic, drop the m-th-f-ckin’ mic
follow the light to the future of what is comin’
i’ll spit the hardest before i drop the mic
put the whack rappers down for their music that is sh-te
how come the word sh-te isn’t a real word
jealous of my hoes
i tip-toe light in reebok shoes
this gangsta chronicles feeds minds of
i’m in need of love
i saw you with them freak hoes
holdin daggers up and lettin you decide
scr-pping with them n-gg-s from the other side
a brand new vision of a brand new ride
if you don’t know, i’ve defined it
down south screwed up click, is the motherf-cking sh-t
[hook]
yo, i’ll spit the hardest before i drop the mic
drop tha mic, drop tha mic
run circles around you, before i drop tha mic, drop tha mic
[verse 3]
when the time tic pipe rhyme sick
two raps to perform, only one so take your pick
every motherf-ckin body that owns somebody in this b-tch
love and restrict only benefit the rich
big hands, n-gg-… i got the mic…
coud it be another side effect of inner hate?
patient under god, walk around town megahard like
got love and i don’t want it, who’s teachin’ me hate?
‘cuz if you disrespect me then you’ll be dead too
if you want beef, then my heart gon’ blow
should i stay or should i go?
murder ballet, watch your back
better be motivated wit a mack 10
and now i’m trippin off a uncle named sam
will you take me as i am
forth and back, spark a phil’, then mack, black
we bang on n-gg-s like we playin the drums
from the same city, same broken slums
who ready for war
what awaits you after death, rub the lamp and explore
and here the test comes
pull up in a six-hundred convertible
i’ve been around since the planet was inhabitable
cause when you get rich, other n-gg-s start to b-tch
we close to the hits, so close, we won’t switch
[hook]
yo, i’ll spit the hardest before i drop the mic
drop tha mic, drop tha mic
run circles around you, before i drop tha mic, drop tha mic
[outro]
yo, m-th-f-ckers, i ain’t gonna drop the mic yet
ceeingee
nc origan
jolly f-ckin’ sid
2016
my label, raptronic records

ya’ll better know, i ain’t a person to f-ck with
i call myself the bad boy of rap, that’s because i rap viciously
vezahl here too, origan’s ego
the other side of him, he’ll not drop the mic yet too

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