Key: B minor•
Verse 1
Bm
B
Bm
Dearly beloved,
Please join us in the morning
until it met its finish.
G
Em
of the big daddy can.
F#
Em
So ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
G
Em
Bm
may this microphone rest in peace.
Knock, knock, guess who, guess who
The bigger the beat,
the uglier the eye
The jiggity -gee is comin' through
Yes, I'm the one with clout
they're all talkin' bout
Dippin' crank,
I have the flavor like sauerkraut
The microphone assassinator,
and furthermore
I murdered plenty rappers
and believe that I'll murder more
So if you ask to give the cane a go
You better treat me like drugs
and just say no
Because I utilize my skills to brutalize
And in a battle, man,
you should see what
Whenever the mic's mine,
I rock a hype bomb
And come off like dirty
panties at night time
Em
Bm
Cause any mic that I caress,
I finesse with zest
And jazz best, best guess to progress
King Asiatic
know what the rapper's stance is
You couldn't be a king
if you played hockey in Los Angeles
I get spit, ay, top grid, ay, got em in, ay
Point blank, the kids straight, ay
Cause when it comes to R .A .P .P .I .N., huh
I got it locked up like a bullpen
Rappers
I get em, and hit em, and slit em, and split em,
and rid em,
I'll quit em when I get with em,
you can tell that I did em, I take em, and shake em,
and bake em, and ache em, and break em, and rake em,
you can't awake em from the comatose way I make em,
cause when you messin with me, you know what,
you can swallow a live
grenade and you still
Pickin' up the microphone,
you shouldn't dare
It's like bein' on a Stairmaster,
climbin' and goin' nowhere
you're ready and able
if the stage was a cradle
So don't even start it, Black
Anyone rippin',
I show them how I'm livin'
And give them some of that treatment
like my man Michael Bivens
I snack them up, flip them,
and then shove them down
Oh, I don't be fuckin' around
To rip this microphone like this today
Since 87 I came a long, long way
To headlining all the way from supporting
And I know you've been watching
me, Norton
Through my whole rap career
A lot of ya, huh, rappers sat there
And listen, a lot of ya, huh,
rappers sat there and wishing
What? You couldn't see the cane
with x -ray vision
And just because you didn't
see my crew for a few
A lot of people thought the
Wolfpack was through
But if you think the cane is loose,
strap a break up, I tell you I'm
like Marvin Gaye
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Put it to rest, it's best of best
Because the cane is breaking
rappers like the IRS
And consider this microphone
the deceased
Now may it rest in peace
May it rest in peace
May it rest in peace
May it, may it, may it, may it,
may it rest in peace
May you rest in peace
May you rest in peace
May you rest in peace
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TunerE A D G B E
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