JHK No AKA - Mic Rage
YeahI want them to First feel it
Before I can drop it
You hear me Let's go
I ain't here
To come and dissing nobody
But my rhyme is so sharp
It can kill an army
My voice Wave
It's like a tsunami
Just a couple words
And I wipe off this country
I'm from the H.a.i.t.i
There's no need to rewind
I spell this out for you dummy
1804 where the first free man
The first black man
Was free on his land
They might learn my language
Can't measure my rage
Against all those
Who used to put me in the cage
We're no longer sold
We're mentally slaved
The harder we work
The deeper our grave
For diamonds and golds
You gave up your soul
The king of darkness
You reach for the throne
The son of Babylon
The king of Sodom
And now you want to deny me
A dam visa for a single entry
Fuck that shit
I'll build my own ship
Reach up there
See who is in deep shit
To me you're just a bitch
Homeland Security
How the fuck can you be safe
After stealing all my money
Let's get back to music now
How many MCs
Do you know
Who get themselves ready
To hit the studio
Recording session is on
What started a Freestyle
End up being a hit song
I'm the freestyle don
King of the beat drum
Lyrics stick to my lips
Like it's chewing gum
I blow it in your face
Burn CD by the case
Slap you on the head
It sounds like a snare
Then kick you with the bass
Kicking you so hard
Untied shoelace
Buried you sit deep
They won't find a trace
Even if they do
We'll move to phase 2
That is to make sure
To erase all your crew
You said you're ready for beef
You a for this
To me this is a sport
So I gotta practice
Precise verse on the Beats
I will never miss
Hold the mic so dam tight
Like I'm a fucking beast
Get my hands off crime now
I put it on the mic
Holding it so tight
Like a Pit Bull with a bloody bite
It'd be a bloody night
JHK with this Mike
He'll be a bloody fight
Turn up the beat and nigga
JHK with so get it right
This should be illegal
Wack rappers. Like you
Being picked up by record labels
I got bad news for you
I will sink you and your big label
Like Bermuda Triangle
I'm what we call a spoiled milk
come out the greatest cheese
And nigga see them jeans
They calling out oh, jeez
I got to get me these
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Written by:
Karl Hans Joseph
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