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Artist: Fugees
Song title: How Many Mics

How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily

Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany


I get mad frustrated when I rhyme

Thinking of all the kids who try to do this

For all the wrong reasons

Seasons change, mad things rearrange

But it all stays the same like the love Doctor Strange

I'm tame like the rapper,

Get red like a snapper when they do that

Got your whole block saying"TRUE DAT"

If only they knew that,

It was you who was irregular,

Sold your soul for some secular

Muzak that's wack,

Plus you use that loop over and over

Claiming that you got a new style

Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile

Your puerile,

Brain waves are sterile

You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's

Laced with malice

Hands get calloused

From grippin' microphones from here to Dallas

Go ask Alice if you don't believe me,

I get Inner Visions like Stevie

See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be

Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad

MC's make me vomit

I get controversial

Freak your style with no rehearsal

Ooo, contraire mon frere

Don't you even go there

Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare

I dare to tear into your ego,

We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo

Or Coleco-Vision

My mind makes incisions in your anatomy

And I'll back this with Deuteronomy

Or Leviticus, God made this word

You can't get with this

Sweet like licorice,

Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.


How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily

Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany


I used to be underrated

Now I take iron, makes my s*** constipated

I'm more concentrated.

So on my day off,

With David Sonnenberg I play golf

Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov

Problem with no man

Before black, I'm first human

Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand

Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under

One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla

Momma always told me "You're one in a million"

Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians

Now I got a record deal, "How does it feel?"

I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal.

Cause the whole world's out of order

So at night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta

One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth

The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout

Brother brother can't you get this through your head

It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra-reds.


How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily

Say Me Say Many Moni Say me say manymanymany


Too many MC's not enough Mic's

Exit your show like I exit the turnpike

Dice and dynamite like Dolomite

Double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke

Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night

Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)

And my panache will mosh your entourage

Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage.

And when the cops come lookin'

I'll be bookin' to Brooklyn

Leave the trails broken flippin' tokens to Hoboken

A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin

Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy Chapman

[CHORUS (Repeat to end):]

How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily

Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany

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