Microphone Killa Lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah, quick to the draw like an animator 

Laying down tapes like I'm Hannah Baker 

Microphone assassinator 

Rolling in a navigator 

They just cannot load the data 

Baby now they know I made it 

(Baby now they know I made it) 

Uh, better get ready to bust, Merk you ready or what? 

I'm lighting the medical giving the heady a puff 

Nobody heavy as us, venomous touch 

Got 'em all bellying up 

Better give up 

Turning your city from metal to dust (click boom) 

Make tombs for my adversaries 

Make room or I'll have 'em buried 

I'm cutting through all your capillaries 

Give me, give me, all the god damn loot 

With the trees on deck, baby I am Groot 

So please 

Give me some more space to breathe 

They saying things about me but the thing about me is I never care what all these motherfuckers think about me 

Young and OG, spitting my game since '03 

Feel a cold breeze whenever I speak to you 

Speak the truth, living proof, I can reach the youth 

And move a mountain, you? 

You just move around it 

Try to climb it but the climate got your movements clouded 

See the room is crowded when I pack the show 

All black bumblebee pull up at the door 

Murdered out, when I'm burning out 

Tryna get that money in absurd amounts, I'ma need a third account 

I'm the one you heard about, listen 

Campaign mode like a politician 

Never laid low 'cause I got a vision 

And I gotta bring that bitch into fruition 

Got 'em wishing I would stop 

But I never slow down like I'm running from the cops 

Put some money in the pot (yah) 

Got the pocket aces and I'll take it no debating 

Give me everything you got, 'cause 

I am the mic, the microphone killa 

I grip the mic, like Mike I'm all thriller 

Looking for a bigger dinner got the world up on my finger-tip like a fidget spinner bitches, because you know that I'm the 

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I am the mic, the microphone killa 

I am the one with the golden gun 

I am the light, recite with no filla 

Don't step to the best and expect respect 

I'm on deck so it's best to protect your neck because 

I am the mic, the microphone killa 

I am the mic, the microphone killa 

I am the mic, the microphone killa 

I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the 

The microphone killa 

I'm the microphone killa with a gun on my waist 

Fuck out my face, drink tequila out the jug with no chase 

And running with apes, gorillas, fuck the love it's just hate 

Snatching crumbs off your plate and ask if you got something to say, I doubt it 

I'm feelin' violent, I've been a tyrant since Pokemon 

My potion's strong I'm the OG like Obi-Wan 

I'm going hard like a virgin's first booty call 

Every verse will give them pins and needles like a voodoo doll 

Now every single rapper Big Merk is taking doo doo's on 

See me in a camo-balaclava when the news come on 

Shout out Webby we the youngest with the juice 

I got an army right behind me, we are hundred, strong salute, yeah 

These bitches salty, they feeling froggy, well get up off me 

What's in the coffee? I fold 'em up like I did the laundry 

I'm Kurt Cobain, with a hint of Auzzie, my shit is haunting 

I kill 'em softly, I'm ice-cold like I went to bargaining 

Nevertheless I never fall off once 

I'm Air Jordan in his prime and y'all are Walmart chucks 

My fan base will keep growing like Paul Blart's gut 

One bar in the booth will get these Pop-Tarts stuck, I'm saying 

These ignoramuses think I'm famous, the shit is dated 

I'm sipping Jameson thinking about which whip to blaze in 

I feel the hate it's just motivation to get me paid with 

So if they say they don't like me that means I fit the A-list 

Hey bitch, why you mad at the kid? I've had it with this 

You think you dope, but I'm actually sick 

Hacking this shit, back in the mix, gargantuous shit 

You think you slick you get slapped with a dick, no question 

Everybody wants to head off Merk 

It's R.I.P Prodigy, I'm bringing hell on Earth 

We the truth, we the ones that you should bet on first 

Yo Webby this shit's like a hundred and ten bar verse, let's get it 

It's probably 'cause I've never wrote my shit in double time 

Which means that now I have to go and add in just a couple lines 

Fuck it's fine, we the illest right now 

CT to Canada like how you feeling right now 

I am the mic, the microphone killa 

I am the one with the golden gun 

I am the light, recite with no filla 

Don't step to the best and expect respect 

I'm on deck so it's best to protect your neck because 

I am the mic, the microphone killa 

I am the mic, the microphone killa 

I am the mic, the microphone killa 

I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the 

The microphone killa