Microphone Killa - Potluck

Ill Bill:

We tour the world like guns n roses in their prime

Livin the life style of a rock star but we rhyme

Lyrically we murder MCs my words are grenades

Adjectives are shotguns my verse is surgical blades

Sittin Sizzle like menaces to society

And sc society has brainwashed redefined me

Spark a revolution up while we sparkin the bush

Legalizing medication were the doctors of kush

Shamans who smoke sparkin up the magical herbs

while the botanicals burn

It’s like a ritual or sacrifice death the force Hip hop

Spit a verse smoke a spliff its a fact of life

It’s a never ending supply homie pack the pipe

Showtime in 15 we gonna make it crack tonight

Another sold out show homie it’s packed tonight

Fuck around another whack rapper gettin smacked tonight

Chorus (1 Ton):

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

You don’t want none, A microphone killer

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

A microphone Killer

(UnderRated):

I’m tight when I recite and I got the right flavor

I strike like I’m a knight with a bright light saber

I’m the kike on the mic I’ll end the life of a hater

No one can do it greater then your neighbor in Arcata

Yo I be the illest homie

I smoke and get all stoney

I’m high your way below me

That’s why she’s trying to blow me

I spit it sicker kill an MC quicker

No MC slicker trick ya like a flea flicker

I can do anything if you want me demonstrate

I can take and eliminate everybody in the building

I’m killin the microphone every time I recite though

If u want me to battle then hide the women and children

Spit it all day til my face bright red I’m a little white bread

I’m a little white boy like Bill and Ted

Excellent with the flow til the mic is dead

Everybody dies

Never waking up like Frankinstein

I’m the one that they love when I spit a rhyme

MCs better run I’ll rip out your spine

I am the best best believe when I flow that I know I’m fresh

I’mma go to the limit never give it a rest

Nobody can do it like me and I’mma leave u in a bloody mess

Chorus (1 Ton):

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

You don’t want none, A microphone killer

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

A microphone Killer

(1 Ton):

My Flowin skills is cold as ice like playin blades of steel

I spit the raps that slap homie that’s how I pay the bills

Locked up for 25 to life for all them stages killed

I keeps it real, do everything I say I will

Some rappers swear they homies turn around and play me ill

Never mind, sorry for ya time, we gonna make it still

This is hip-hop, This is how I really feel

Trendsetter with skills way before our record deal

1 Ton is in the building party like my birthday

Get drunk and look for women who get naughty on the first day

Ya know the beats is knockin love my flow and word play

When you turn your speakers up its like a California earth quake

It’s not a game, its not a joke, I don’t fuck around

You’ll neva bring me down, You can neva take the crown

I’m rhyming and smoking runnin through a whole pound

Too fat to run a lap instead I run the whole town

Chorus (1 Ton):

DIE!

Microphone Killer

DIE!

Microphone Killer

DIE!

Microphone Killer

DIE!

Microphone Killer

Slaine of La Coka Nostra

Chorus (1 Ton):

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

You don’t want none, A microphone killer

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up

DIE!

A microphone Killer