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iron mic coalition - the drug lyrics

iron mic coalition – “the drug”
[emcee(s): mighty quinn, fathom 9, general macarthur, jason da hater, duke (aka atiba), empee, derel!ck, and milk]
[producer(s): empee]
[scratches: dj capital a]

[intro: samples with scratches by dj capital a]
[sample from style wars (1983)]
they give you a name and they say, “here, take this name and do something with it.” like, he got the name (iron mic), he can walk around and just say, “hey, my name is (iron mic),” and say, “yeah, yeah, l seen that there, l seen it there.” it’s a name, it’s just like i’ll give you a name and you say, “hey, how big could you get this name up? how high?” take this name and do something with it (imc)
[samples from songs] (x2)
“‘cause this is the house i’ll rock today” – sample from [?] – “[?]”
“now the hardcore that make the brothers a act fool” – sample from erick sermon on epmd – “strictly snappin’ necks”
“straight up, right now, i’m on a mission” – sample from erick sermon on epmd – “strictly snappin’ necks”
“go get your crew, hops. i’m prepared to bomb troops” – sample from nas – “one time 4 your mind”

[verse 1: mighty quinn]
i got that
“whoo! uh oh!” that p-rnographic cuckold
that semi in the duffle, potato on the muzzle
the razor just to cut clothes if you travel large with truckloads
the backseat where we f-ck hoes, the corner where we bust those
this message goes out to you emcees and rappers alike
suckers sweet like they’re “rapper’s delight,” song over
beat got you chasing a high, i got the drug

[verse 2: fathom 9]
yo, the fraction of the kraken never slacking, superrapping
head-nodding, backpack -ss-ssin faction action
high adrenal overload, knocking n-ggas comatose
and any foe that dare approach, this coalition let him know
we take no prisoners nor any quarter given. this is
my life that i like, give a f-ck about you living
in this house supplying taggers, all the weakest n-ggas scatter
the wake of this disaster, call me mr. atom smasher

[verse 3: general macarthur]
[?]
[?] boom bap, b-tt-naked, raw rap
[?]
we’re on some grown-man sh-t, burn baby cannabis
learn from the best, speak street dollars common sense
[?] the word is bond, i’ll rep the sp-wn. the way
we’re on the wand, aka blackface
[?] translate, open the drawer to mandate
in a zone, 931 with 14 guys

[verse 4: jason da hater]
so many names for it, skull and bones label it
a crowd favorite, addictive and dangerous
colder than anchorage, want to get famous with
bumping like canker is. fiends say i’m made for this
turn words around, they say i’ll leave ‘em in a maze—i meant
leave ‘em in amazement—a stilt like wilt chamberlain
provide for you a high—provided you can hang with it
pushing dope product same time, bringing with it

[verse 5: duke (aka atiba)]
ayyo, we rock shows ‘til the woofers explode
like the genesis experiment, system overloads
we render your mind and your eardrums blown, it’s
the star wars saga, attack of the tonal clones—with the
deaf/death star under construction, i’ll start busting
the seeds of corruption, memphop production
the foundation ever since “one nation”
a whole generation pouring that libation

[bridge: mighty quinn]
ten years ago, some friends of mine
all got together and decided to rhyme
and they said the counter-rhymes you chant to this day—you scream
“imc” and we “walk this way”

[verse 6: empee]
before
i bust on this tune, p-ss me the mushrooms, a couple of
[?] to put a spark in my heart
pep in my step. when i pull my weapon to blast, it’s deafening
it’s all about perception—smoke half a deck, then i’m resting
out of sight, out of mind, you’re denim with a different kind
this plan is divine, crack a disc in your spine
unexplainable haberdashery, un0btainable mastery
nine or ten of these b-st-rds, they still won’t add up to half of me

[verse 7: derel!ck]
i sit at the bar like i chill with the mic
i don’t move ‘til i’m done, i ain’t taking no turns
plotting on what it means just to spit on the mic
dude, it means that i’m nice. dude, it means that i’m dope
a question you ask yourself, but you already know. see, i’m
a listener’s drug they be fiending to hear
from the front to the rear, the way that i could take these words in
the form of a rhyme, and i don’t have designs, so just
go off the mind

[verse 8: milk]
g.i. g’s the program that’ll hack a whole hemisphere
don’t want to hear that [?] hip hop? you don’t want us here
we’re hailing from the hive, so when we sting ‘em, it’s historical
we’re heaven-born, h-ll-surviving, heal the hood—it’s horrible
they’re horrified, they’re hollow when they hear that “one, two, one, two”
that heat-related, holster-having ghost is here to haunt you
see, nothing floats but smoke from them barrels—ain’t no halo
just a god-given talent to the grave from the cradle. they know
this that god degree, so you can have that goo goo gaa gaa
save what you want to—just stand clear of our lava
we’ll burn him to a crisp, blow him away with the beatbox
then lock him in the studio for days so he can detox
see, what we spit will knock him through the brick end of sheetrock
we’re sick from being f-cked over by government like free c-ck
no k-y, no petroleum. my heroes k!lled by hooligans
no justice, no peace when the rule of thumb is ruling men
teary-eyed renegade, melancholy laughter
see, we deserve better, ready for the here-after
master you, cut the bullsh-t, grow up, stop the violence
self-respect, self-acceptance has involved with i and i since
see, time is of the essence. what you got is what’s given
only you know you, truth or lie—n-gga, what you living?

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