Real Hip Hop Lyrics | Lauryn Hill - How Many Mics (1st Verse from "HOW MANY MICS" by Fugees) @RealHipHopLyrics | Uploaded October 2024 | Updated October 2024, 7 hours ago.
LYRICS OF THIS VERSE:

I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinkin' of all them kids that 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
Ooh, child, you puerile, brain waves are sterile
You can't create, you just wait to take my tapes (Bing)
Laced with malice, hands get calloused
From gripping microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get in her visions like Stevie
See me ascend from the chalice like the weed be
Indeed we like Khalid Muhammad, MCs make me vomit
I get controversial, freak your style with no rehearsal
Au contraire mon frère, don't you even go there
Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare

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Artist/Group: Lauryn Hill
Album: The Score by Fugees
Released: 1996
Label: Ruffhouse/Columbia

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