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Blaze ya Dead Homie - Mic Check lyrics
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 A lotta people wanna hate cos we still in our prime
 And don?t notice all the skill of our rhymes
 We keep on goin not livin with the conscience mind
 And life's changed since the day we signed.
 Now, we back don't be on a whole new grime
 Listen to the album I'm sure you'll find something you like
 Yep but before we start give me a mic check check
 1 2 come on
Spike-E
 I grew from a kid to a adult
 I moved out the shadows now I'm livin life flyin like an arrow
 Watchin my face on the box and other tv channels 
 Is my flow hot? 
 Pass it to the panel
 Dismantle a MC animal
 A boom cannibal standin tall
 Wots da mood fool 
 Riddem on my trophy wall
 Now I'm livin life like I was at school
 But this time I'm the teacher nice to meet ya
 Senorita my flow holds no bars no meters
 Other MCs fink twice I'm not nice
 I'll beat ya wait
 Wait w w w wot did e say
 I'l r r r repeat cos ur feelin kinda grazed
 Stay away from ma face when I'm up in a rave
 Cos I'm up in this place looking for girls 2 chase
 And I'm bang on your case if you're watchin my face
 If its beef then its on but my mic's check ay!
Melo-D
 Yo spittin lyrics in the booth is ma passion
 I'm tearin beats up every day as if its goin outta fashion
 You rele need to understand the dealins of my mind
 So when I'm spititn on the track if you don't get it press rewind.
 In the booths I'm like a predator n u gona b the prey
 So when I spit in your direction boy get on your knees and pray.
 We no put together one hit back like Hear'say
 We dun this on our like it or not we're here to stay
 Cos they all doubted us and said that this would fail from the start
 But then their love was there when we declared our lyrical art
 So now we aim high n settle for nuffin but the best
 I'm only writin what I'm feelin very deep in my chest
 So hearin people talking bout us sayin how we ain't real
 That we dun changed completely cos we got us a deal
 Got 10 of us so when we're rollin through the club it's on
 Just need a mic check check 1 2 come on!Blaze ya Dead Homie - Mic Check - http://motolyrics.com/blaze-ya-dead-homie/mic-check-lyrics.html
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Strider
 Yo uh
 Man I flow like a riddle
 I'm hittin sweet sounds like a fiddle
 Focus from the middle gainin sounds just like a rebel
 Watch me trickle through the fickle fields of ritical comments getting mowed
 by my promsie I'm honest agen
 Respect for being real not a fake manufactured TV deal
 I will make or break but still
 It's Weighty Plates with the beats
 I'm lickin off the fool
 Hit you feel the rhymes I speak
 When I rip the mic to Reep
Reepa
 I'm learning from mistakes made
 Learnin how the game's played
 Takin a different view on life to see how the game's changed
 I keep my mind on women it's like
 A race against my enemies but still I'm winnin
 When I walk out my career I'm gona walk out blingin
 Still singin the same song that I walked in singin
 And clinchin same mic and the same old tools
 So to you mic check check
Kenzie
 I'm wot holdin it down see I'm a pro take no shit
 Me and my whole clique
 Bound to be seen in the town from the East
 Chicks crowd round now I stand proud
 Cos the life be highly you like me I might be high off a hardcrore attack
 if ya find me remind me that I mighta caught a bit of luck
 When your eyes light up just admit that you're starstruck!
 I don't talk about violence I don't need to
 I can silence your crew with the rhymes that I breathe through
 I'm lethal spittin at people I need no intro 
 You know we win 
 Yo shout the name
 Makin claims that we're plain or we're vain
 A piss take cos we got fame that you hate
 Shine down on your town with a cape round my neck
 Mic check 1 2 you'll expect nuffin less
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