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insane poetry - man on the mic (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: jp tha hustler]
i ej+cul+te venom out my lungs when i’m spitting
it was written in the mob with the wickedest intention
my invention is a model for aggressive insurrection and rebellion
you’re a peasant like a feeble+minded pheasant
now, trickery is imminent, you cannot get with this
i am not feeling what you feeding to the pestilent
arrogant, heaven+sent? you are just a derelict
talking out your neck, but your brain does not connect with it
i am not impressed, i will always be a heretic
diligent and studious, i only dwell on relevance
embellishment is overrated, past the point of saturation
i only deal with those that will keep my pockets compensated
some will try to hate all the truth that i recite
i’m the answer to the question of this generation y
you can fabricate a lie tryna get me crucified
but now and tonight i’m just a man up on the mic
[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i am the man on the microphone (microphone)
let the beat play, i’ma get into the zone (get into the zone)
unleash the beast when i spit into the chrome (spit into the chrome)
i do it for the little ones, do it for the grown
i am the man on the microphone (microphone)
let the beat play, i’ma get into the zone (get into the zone)
unleash the beast when i spit into the chrome (spit into the chrome)
i do it for the little ones, do it for the grown

[verse 2: jp tha hustler]
bringing you intelligence, circumspect, intellect
wisdom for the ages, burden it with dialect
rhythm is a life+state
music trend cycling
vision of your mind+state, translate to writing then
i am caught in beast mode, driven by an appetite
hunger for the next phase, risen to the next flight
i am on another plane, you are just an oversight
music so immaculate, feed the soul, open wide
there will always be another+nother tryna challenge this
i will always be a brother but unless you damage it
i am not a feline, you can ride the phallicness
i will make a beeline if you try your malice tricks
i am of the mic, body, soul until thy kingdom come
choosing what is right, i will fight until my freedom come
preacher of the night, i will light the way, so come along
music is the life i lead, come on now, sing my song
[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i am the man on the microphone (microphone)
let the beat play, i’ma get into the zone (get into the zone)
unleash the beast when i spit into the chrome (spit into the chrome)
i do it for the little ones, do it for the grown
i am the man on the microphone (microphone)
let the beat play, i’ma get into the zone (get into the zone)
unleash the beast when i spit into the chrome (spit into the chrome)
i do it for the little ones, do it for the grown

[verse 3: insane poetry]
i am the microphone master, technique phenomenal (uh)
insane poet, yes, he’s the prodigal
son with the hottest flows
deadly and impossible to f+ck with
you internet rappers ain’t even plausible
please shut yo audio, audible to a different style
i rips mics on stage, got ’em going freaking wild
got ’em saying “aww sh+t”
leave ’em all accosted
feed ’em to the lions, yeah
toss ’em in the mosh+pit
it’s anger and aggression when i spit it from the gut (uh)
it’s danger when i’m flexing, plus, my lyrics f+ck you up
i’m a beast in the booth and a savage on the mic device
propane lyrical flows, when i ignite the mic
feel me, like when lightning strikes
really for the violent type
though i don’t hear the music for my spartans that like to fight
bet yo last dollar on the kid ’cause tonight’s the night
it’s l.s.p., g.r.e., nitebreed, and butcher knife (woo)
[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i am the man on the microphone (microphone)
let the beat play, i’ma get into the zone (get into the zone)
unleash the beast when i spit into the chrome (spit into the chrome)
i do it for the little ones, do it for the grown
i am the man on the microphone (microphone)
let the beat play, i’ma get into the zone (get into the zone)
unleash the beast when i spit into the chrome (spit into the chrome)
i do it for the little ones, do it for the grown

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