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The Microphone's Pain
No one takes time to listen to what a microphone has to say about its life......
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Ever since my birth, life has never been stress free
so many people want a touch , but they dont respect me
they wanna tap me on my head, 1,2 check check, 3
They're whack as fuck talkin bout how they wanna bless me
some of the things they say to me should result in death, see
cause every last one of em regret every breath, G
aint no half steppin,
i have no choice but to preach a negative lesson
di-rect-ly, they speak through me so i must relay the message
ive been forced to tell you about my cars,my clothes n sneakers
playing broken telephone with my brothers, the speakers
people have been killed for what they said to me- i feel hurt too
but dont expect me to make a change when theres nothing i can do
sometimes i wanna commit murder, choke em with my tail: the cord
but most times i just wanna break loose n roll to the door
Lord knows i want to stop, how im livin is wrong
and i know, it wont be long before im gone
im in danger, i hear em say they gonna take my life
"im a monster with the flow, ima murder the mic"
So i might, as well start counting my days
Because I slam bitches, and verbally attack gays
When I dont hate anyone, I didnt ask for this existance
My creator created me, all I have left is the MC
My family deserted me; father, mother, sister, brother; all flew the coupe
And my Uncle Mike has a "Made in China" tatoo
My pain is their pain, see i have no voice of my own
No emotion is shown, my future is written in stone
What dreams can i chase, when I feel my time is a waste?
$25.00 an hour, just so you can come spit in my face?
No. Its not worth it, im tired of this game -
Sometimes i just wanna malfunction and be thrown away
Treble is trouble, Always drowned out by the bass drum
I wish for the day i die, but it will never come
So say R.I.P to H.I.P H.O.P
It dies a little more with each southern LP
But These are just the views of a M.I.C
AT&T licensed you to download me
Bzzz.zz....yes, oh could this be?
Am I..zz.....bzzzz..finally?
Mal...zz...zzzzzz..functioning?
Then this would be...bzzz
The end of my biography!

AbSoLuTe




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