Songtekst:
Aceyalone (spoken):
Excuse me, sir
Whose microphone is this?
"i think it’s that guy over there"
This guy over here?
Excuse me, is this you’re microphone?
"yeah"
I mean, I’ve seen a lot of mcs on this microphone
But this is your microphone, right?
"yeah, yeah, it’s mine"
I mean, what I really wanted to know is,
Is this really, I mean really, really your microphone?
Aceyalone:
This microphone is mine
Whenever I hold it, I transcend time
This microphone allows me to shine
Bright, with the light
This microphone is my weapon
This microphone is my confidant
This microphone is my magical wand
To make all y’all, all y’all
I mean all y’all respond
Yeeeaahh
This microphone takes me one step beyond
This microphone helped to save my soul
This microphone helped to pave this road
They say "what do you do? "
I say "what do you mean? "
They say "what’s your profession"
I say "microphone fiend"
This microphone is the one and only thing
That lets me live, lets me open up and give
This microphone helps me not be broke
This microphone helped to feed my folks
This microphone always keeps me awoke
I tell the truth and I don’t tell jokes
Now check it
I tell the truth and I don’t tell jokes
Now check it out
This microphone, when it’s in my hand
With or without a band, or a mic stand
I command, even if it’s static-y and distorted
I still gotta automatically record it
This microphone, connected to the power supply
My thoughts blossom, like flowers in the sky
This microphone
Peace:
Deactivate factor
We fracture microphones
Is that a microphone? a microphone?
Go on and roam, take out loans
If you wanna own, backpains, swallow it down
Live from la, it’s peace and aceyalone
Speak rhymes over cell phones
Now I know you not gonna sing that song
Why? ’cause ain’t nobody gonna understand that, homes
This fool is the most assured ? ? and thongs on
Down car phones, somebody passed out
With the car door opened, assed out
Run up on him, see what he got
A nice box of microphones, microphones
These are the same ones being slung to the clones
Oooh, another busted busta getting broke by the microphone
Acey (spoken):
Okay, now I see you proved you’re point
So now, I do have another question for you
"what’s that? ", "why so many questions, man? "
I want to know, who’s style is that?
Excuse me, sir
Whose microphone is this?
"i think it’s that guy over there"
This guy over here?
Excuse me, is this you’re microphone?
"yeah"
I mean, I’ve seen a lot of mcs on this microphone
But this is your microphone, right?
"yeah, yeah, it’s mine"
I mean, what I really wanted to know is,
Is this really, I mean really, really your microphone?
Aceyalone:
This microphone is mine
Whenever I hold it, I transcend time
This microphone allows me to shine
Bright, with the light
This microphone is my weapon
This microphone is my confidant
This microphone is my magical wand
To make all y’all, all y’all
I mean all y’all respond
Yeeeaahh
This microphone takes me one step beyond
This microphone helped to save my soul
This microphone helped to pave this road
They say "what do you do? "
I say "what do you mean? "
They say "what’s your profession"
I say "microphone fiend"
This microphone is the one and only thing
That lets me live, lets me open up and give
This microphone helps me not be broke
This microphone helped to feed my folks
This microphone always keeps me awoke
I tell the truth and I don’t tell jokes
Now check it
I tell the truth and I don’t tell jokes
Now check it out
This microphone, when it’s in my hand
With or without a band, or a mic stand
I command, even if it’s static-y and distorted
I still gotta automatically record it
This microphone, connected to the power supply
My thoughts blossom, like flowers in the sky
This microphone
Peace:
Deactivate factor
We fracture microphones
Is that a microphone? a microphone?
Go on and roam, take out loans
If you wanna own, backpains, swallow it down
Live from la, it’s peace and aceyalone
Speak rhymes over cell phones
Now I know you not gonna sing that song
Why? ’cause ain’t nobody gonna understand that, homes
This fool is the most assured ? ? and thongs on
Down car phones, somebody passed out
With the car door opened, assed out
Run up on him, see what he got
A nice box of microphones, microphones
These are the same ones being slung to the clones
Oooh, another busted busta getting broke by the microphone
Acey (spoken):
Okay, now I see you proved you’re point
So now, I do have another question for you
"what’s that? ", "why so many questions, man? "
I want to know, who’s style is that?
