the thunder, what? (Word up, doo-doo stain bitches) Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo Yo save John Bennett, trauma John Bell Lace stay in my equality, mic oddessey
them astray They want Bobby Digital way, say the pussy and the +Righteous Way+ Want the Rastaman way, Rastaman never lead you astray Righteous way Righteous
everything mi like Mi a gal wi ride pon yuh big Ninja Bike Run any marathon inna mi site But a one mic mi chat pon Ah mi studio mic Well Cho 3. A food
your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to black Attack so I sat and japped Then slapped the mac Now I'm ready to mic
' changed Leave the same way I came, bringin' motherfuckin' pain Killa Hill Projects, high tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic
[INTRO] Mic check 1, 2.. this is dedicated to an old friend of mine, Michelle... [CHORUS] Ms. Holy Roller, new angel, got ya Bible out shoutin' and you
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2, this is dedicated to An old friend of mine, Michelle She a holy roller now, turned over a new leaf Now everything old gonna burn
Knows the deal and to the girl Victory You make me feel but my man John Salle' We keep it down, Figure Four kinda love I pull out the mic and shock
image You're underneath to undermine, your whole typical image With the precision of percentages and the collision of sentences Poetry beats your mics We untouchable like righteous
undermine your whole typical image with the precision of percentages and the collision of sentances. poetry beats your mic's were untouchable like righteous
my craft is balls We rebels righteous, and stand and scowl in the heightness Rep life, graf artists and ghetto writers united Starvin' with one table and no mic
Yeah Haha Se ha acabado la mierda(Spanish) Bout to drop a def' cut Yo, yo, yo, huh Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic's when I spit I cause more casualties
then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of Buddha Through righteous
The only thing I know for sure The party's 'bout to begin, you got it Thousand angels dancing All on the head of a pin Some people live in righteousness
war, you know we headed to the floor He woulda did it for me, fuck it, let's mosie Schemin' dough with the P.L.O. wrapped on tight Sayin' in my mic, "
things in this life money don't control [Misfit] Yo, life itself in this world is priceless Word to my nephew, my niece The way I hold mic devices With
in order 'Cuz now your spots is really playin' so stay Aiyyo, we got 'em in a tight grip, but keep it tight lip For we killa types get live with the mic
dissed it Get this Righteous Hip-hop done teamed up with Nureau Title track 'Jubilee' you know Yeah, I said it, I rap God and proudly admit Give me a mic