"get scared" way This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play Mic Control! Mic Control! Mic Control! [Verse 1: Blueprint] Yo... homeboy
double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) [Mos Def] Say here's a little story that must be told About two young brothers who got so much soul They takin total control
the Soul But I'm trying to get this Roots shit in control So I hate when people say, "Umm - you remind me of De La Soul," cause I got a soul, of my own
strikes this - your dead line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed [chorus] BATTLE READY! poets gonna take control BATTLE READY souls violate
y'all must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) Say here's a little story that must be told About two young brothers who got so much soul They takin total control
know That I get on the mic and go toe to toe Well cool young brother and just slow you roll 'Cuz your arm's too shook to have mic control See I get on the mic
rappin' dedicated to soul clappin' If you got soul, than The Infinite's in control Stop using mine, people to legitimize Yourself 'cause you raped the earth and tell lies My man positive
this - your dead line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed [chorus] BATTLE READY! poets gonna take control BATTLE READY souls
're rock 'n' roll And we're positive you stole more that just the radio Now it's 2, 1 and we are back in the control The jammies are coming, people succumbing
and mic stands Mine still overheats, if you touch it you can see what I did I heat the mic up kid I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid I keep the mic
one, two MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes Don't do the crime if you can't do the time The time is eternal when you play with the miser Soul
the break of dawn .... all night all right (x2) It's in your soul just take control .... all right If you feel in your soul Let the music take control
learn to discern between enemy and adversary // I said to myself, ?Germaine, this is insane, it?s suicide, it?s controlled flight into terrain? // I fought to regain control
oppisite so I can pop a bit of shit on the mic when I get on the mic "pee-pee--pee-ping!" I ricochet a bit on the mic and I like it- Just like the
be smackin' it But don't clap, 'cuz this style'll bust caps I'm jiggy and all that, black and get control back But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul
than a lot of them When I meet a Legends fan it's just like another friend It's the feeling that we give The music that we live Negative positive, how you live how you live Positive
of the gun son, make 'em run son Sliding down broadway beneath the J line Slumped in the incline position mind travels Beyond the shell which holds the soul Controlled
