On Da Mic lyrics

Artist  : Illegal 
Song : On Da Mic



 Send "On Da Mic" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ A.G., Lord Finesse







[Jamal]



To set it off I got the proper ammunition



The skills are profession, versatility and great
determination



To rip any MC who tests the ill little
juvenile



Kicking styles, outcast child now



I'm sending a message to all you little MC's out
there



I'm bout to cause y'all many frights and
nightmares



Anybody dissing, we seeing



We taking it to you lyrically physically, so
don't underestimate us



Illegal's going for the kill, there's no mercy



And the effect will be you lying in emergency,
you heard me



If you ain't true to your hip-hop, we'll hit you
with a bang-bang



And then boogie when your body drops, hops



Give me my props, who got my props, you got my
props?



You don't want to see a shorty go reach for his
glock



And I ain't talking about that glock that pop



I'm talking about the ill lyrics that I'm
throwing off the top like







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[Lord Finesse]



Peace to Illegal and A.G.



(Yo who the Funky Man?) Y'all brothers better say
me



Not a tall guy, a small fry



Yo I'm all live, making more noise than a .45



And I'm naughty, far from corny



Got game for the shorties, tackle skins like a
40



Plus I got the hyper rhymes



When you say "Lord Finesse" yo brothers
know I'm nice with mine



I be around like a time zone



Mess around get your mind blown, I'm brighter
than rhinestones



And when I roll like an avalanche



Even Ray Charles can see clown rappers don't have
a chance



I grab the mic and start acting ill



Yo I'm strapped to kill, all the brothers with no
rapping skills



Throw away mt shoes, they don't fit ya, get the
picture?



Yo check it out, while I hit you with the







[A.G.]



You're a fake hip-hopper trying to ruin it



See other brothers doing it



So now you wanna put your little two in it



Playing games, I'm a start saying names



For selling rap's a trap, for the money, honey,
the fame



Won't flip-flip, yes I'm on a hip-hop hooray
tip



Crabs better lay quick, shhhh, or get your face
split



Bass lines be burying, your beats are
hurry-hurry



Show beats is cream, the meanest team never
worry



Picasso with a mic so watch me paint, G



And if my boots don't have a tree then it ain't
me



See I was raised in the ghetto, seen everything
you could imagine



>From robbing to stealing, looting, shooting,
and the stabbing



Chill around the way I can't refuse it, I choose
it



And maintain the pain and use it in my music



What I'm saying is hip-hop comes from way back



>From childhood to manhood then comes the fat
track



Showbiz & A.G., massive wreck we catch



>From Dallas, Tex, to T-Next, then I'm back to
the BX



Record on record, showstoppers don't knock us



And give out propers to the real hip-hoppers



Brand Nubians, Grand Puba, and BDP



The Hit Squad, the Lench Mob, the Flavor
U-N-I-T



Greg Nice, Smooth B, Tribe Called Quest, Killa
G



GangStarr, Ice Cube, of course D.I.T.C.



The whole flavor tour of 19 Naughty 3



Jamal and Malik is Illegal and the Kid Capri







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4x)







[Malik]



Next up to flex, snapping necks, catching
wreck



When I finish this flow, you'll regret that
threat



Kicking rhymes at all times, with my brothers
from the North



Never see me slipping, always ripping as they're
falling off



Don't sleep on me or try to eat me up



Cause I'm raw, real rough & rugged rhymes on
the regular



Where's your girl? Hold up, she's screaming cause
I'm sticking her



Making this game come down, outta the hype



I got a call from Redman, he says "Tonight's
Da Night"



So Finesse bring the fat track and I'm sure to
rock it



I'm living for hip-hop, I'm killing because of
hip-hop



You can't write your own hits, get get stopped in
hip-hop



Or drop, giving your rocks, sinking shots, off
your feet



Cause the L-I-L M-A-L-I-K can't be beat



And A-B-C, ha, is easy as 1-2-3, yeah



As soon as the Lord on the beat, I couldn't even
speak



Just wrote all night, so I can rip the mic



Like this and like that, and I never will come
wack



So peace to A.U. and I'm out like that, it
goes







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