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roman da'fro - down on the mic lyrics

down (down down down, down)

mayday mayday state of emergency
please evacuate immediately
global takeover, clear the streets
i’m the beast coming to the east trying to feast
throw up your white flag fall back retreat
on the edge of your seats chattering t++th
home run batter the beat then it release
bars best served hot here’s the receipt
skip b+tton broke track stuck on repeat
(skip b+tton broke track stuck on repeat)
silence! don’t need a peep or peak
hit you where it hurt you’ll never see it coming
speak no evil lips are sealed, no comment
make like usain bolt and simply run it
pedal to the metal hit the gas, gun it!
exhaust on the asphalt make you cough
ain’t playing no games call me rudolph
been grinding, n+gga waiting for the jump off
step in my way get umbilical, cut off!
show you jack+offs whose boss once sh+t pop off
at the sign of the of the first molotov
(yea) viva revolution, judge, jury and a execution
no justice seeking retribution
(down, down, down)
everyone know blood has been spilled
why we gotta get emmett till’d and k!lled
message to capital hill
sent that sh+t back they don’t care how you feel
sent that sh+t back they don’t care how you feel
(no no no nooo)

i throw it down!
i throw it down on the mic, down on the mic
i throw it down on the mic, down on the mic
i throw it down on the mic, down on the mic
i throw it down on the mic, down on the mic

i throw it down (down, down, down, down)
i throw it down (down, down, down, down)
i throw it down (down, down, down, down)
i throw it down (down, down, down, down)

oh sh+t, red alert
the sound of the noise give you hershey squirts!
on def+con one, phone air force one
spray and pray with automatic guns
produced by government funds
triple x rated, love it when they run
gun fight, street war really ain’t fun
don’t start none and it won’t be none
all we need is one reason
don’t want none of, of frontrunnah
you versus us like ferrari to a honda
beat in the back sound like something from bladerunner
rocking all black coming straight out of wakanda
just wait ’till this sh+t drop next summer, summer!
obliteration, devastation, inflammation, burn sensation, spicy tasting!
all my squad in formation hurry now time is wasting, time is wasting!
dropping bombs on you b+st+rds, heavy artillery
grind ’till m pockets fatter, clog my arteries
fire starter, igniter more of a lover than fighter
but if you bring that bullsh+t my way
do you like craig did deebo from friday
kick rocks hit the highway
beat k!ller, b.k want it my way
n.w.h n+gga with hair that really don’t care
i’m here, i’m there i’m here, i’m there equivalent to a blur not even there

i throw it down!
i throw it down on the mic, down on the mic
i throw it down on the mic, down on the mic
i throw it down on the mic, down on the mic
i throw it down on the mic, down on the mic

i throw it down (down, down, down, down)
i throw it down (down, down, down, down)
i throw it down (down, down, down, down)
i throw it down (down, down, down, down)

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