Blazin` Mic`s lyrics

Artist  : T-bone 
Song : Blazin` Mic`s



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														   T-Bone:	

 T-Ha Ha Ha Were Back, Im about spit some that
real lyrical eloquence on yall right now let yall
know how we blaze these microphones out here on
the west coast peep game pimpin

 

 Im sweet like cinnamon, when Im spittin this
lyrical venom. Given rappers the blues like
denim, when Im killin 'em, fillin them with these
syllables synonyms of adrenalin spillin off a
spiritual tongue then numbing them like
penicillin. Plus Im trying to reach the lives
like Gilligan. Good God willin spiritual healin
no, stop the drug dealin and killin.Because Im
feelin like Im ready to loose my mind,	So many
bullets be flying and riders be dying, Gotta make
a difference, for instance the inmates in prison
make bad decisions for lack of wisdom. So I cutem
open and make incisions fill em with spiritualism
tell bout the one thats arisen how they can be
free in their spirits and have their sins
forgiven by the one that died on the cross,	cause
even while they were out there drinkin and smokin
he loved them even when they were lost so listen
to me and stop dissin the G cause I got the
remedy dawg on how yall can be free cmon

 

 Chorus:

 Blazing Microphones

 Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The
West-Coast

 Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon

 We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know

 Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

 

 T-Bone:	

 Yeah Im not a Jahova witness, but I witness for
Jahova. Back in the days the first to slang cane
in the baking soda. But now-a-days Im like
preaching the word like a drug dealer slangin
holy rock on the curb, eyes blurred off the holy
ghost contact smoke gotcha trippin off my rims,
crushed ice and my rope plus Im gift with flows
and wrist is frozen,  I thought you all knew dawg
(WHAT?)Im Gods Chosen. Highly favored standin with
elite, that stand apart dawg anointed to bring the
word to the street, hanging entertaining the
famous set you claim the game of naming, unless
Im naming im naming Jesus on the throne and
reigning, paintin a picture for Gs banging of how
the lord can save them, train em like a Baltimore
Raven engravin the name of Jesus across their
heart cause its breakin, for Satin is hatin
anticipatin and hatin and once their trapped
theres no escapin

 

 Chorus:	

 Blazing Microphones

 Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The
West-Coast

 Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon

 We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know

 Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

 

 T-Bone:	

 Yeah, Uh Ive been doin this for 12 years, it
aint easy yall. To make hit records that are off
the heezy yall. Especially when them busters
sippin on that hater-aide, talkin behind your
back and try to stop you on a day to day. I dont
make music for them playa hata's anyways this is
for them killa's and thugs sippin on that
alazaye, run-a-ways, and essays locked down in
prison, (WHY THEM?) They ones that need the love
physician, and I know the perfect doctor yall
that can heal you when you answer to the alter
call, he can fill all the emptiness and void in
your heart thats why I rhyme out of need and not
for love of the art so listen, my only mission is
soul fishin so that when the rapture happens faces
will be on the back of milk cartons missin

 

 Chorus:

 Blazing Microphones

 Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The
West-Coast

 Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon

 We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know

 Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

 

 Blazing Microphones

 Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The
West-Coast

 Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon

 We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know

 Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

 

 Chase:

 Ha Ha, and there you have it, Bone-e-Bone, Chase
E. Dante, we commin we wont be stopped, cant stop,
Hey boy ya did your fizzle, ha ha we out