"Mic Generation" genre: Rap
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	A rough job, Kieran and Dane Mcing Not a bad beat though, thanks to NIP Productions for the sound.
	Lyrics White Australian youth so witty Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery Get cake, snakes get slithery Lean in, show yall the meaning of chivalry Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha Right jab like a Judhist Every member on my team is the shooter Tight like a womb, no room for intruders Spark Buddha, twistin the billy And Good Humor, don't be silly It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered Like makeup, I got it all covered Want a jewel, don't be cruel It's authentic, don't be fooled By these phony accusations Backlash and slanders Front, and theyre publicity stunts and propaganda Keep it private, 'cause I'm the commander In chief, I never stop and beef Gimme a break, I might shake the building Play it safe, vacate all the women and children I spit it out And if you leave, you wont be retrieved We tantalize your senses with sentences since it's senseless to attempt this our plan to rise is endless our plan to rise is endless If you ain't ready, I'ma bust through tha curtain Encore, you're not sure, Imma certain Wait, make sure the mic workin I spit rhymes, make cake don’t break And Fire, the rap vampire Retire in the morn Warm like campfires Matter of fact, Imma blazin Raising the roof up Slide off with ya rooster Took her to the conc and seduced her Let her do a skit, then she hit my producer Not whatcha used to, Imma lose her Ya need to stop fuckin' with them losers, now who's up The mystic ruler, grand imperial Filthy, but milky like cereal Bang this in ya stereo MC's is dead and Ima get head up at they burial And that's disrespectful I'm strong like Exo mixed with X, yo And if you leave, you wont be retrieved We tantalize your senses with sentences since it's senseless to attempt this our plan to rise is endless Our plan to rise is endless And that's the high capability And yes, I possess that ability Controlling your girls fertility feel my agility as I thrust ya b*tch like a guillotine entering the scene riding mah beem 3-2-8 motherfuckers cant debate the pace of my baby riding high till late booming loud reactions sedate, eradicate causing me to retaliate it controls ya fate if I dash and crash smash bash got a rash get whiplashed 3-2-8 motherfucker envy it. I spit it out Concord down disrespecting respecting If you inspecting get rejecting Acceptin electin Bring forth the ending Not into lending rhymes It’s the high times… Spit it out m************

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