Released on October 29, 2009

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[Verse 1]

Yo! Microphone check 1-2 don’t st-op!

Here to bring you that raw Maryland Hip-Hop

Take it to tip top

Bring it back to the block

While my Mza FlipFlop

Find more samples to get chopped

He can do want he want

Kill it when the beat bump

Covered in shade amongst the presence of gi-ant

Pardon me giant

I despise tyrants

My words are immortal, every songs death defying

Hip-Hop didn’t die yet

You haven’t heard my shit

The album speaks for itself, when you see it buy it

Now back on topic…

Oh wait, there isn’t one

Really doesn’t matter ‘cause you can’t say this isn’t fun

If life is a b——, then at least pick a pretty one

A beautiful struggle

Treat her right, get her done

Do what you want to

My usual hustle

Isn’t for the weak it takes unusual muscle

Microphone check 1-2 don’t quit it!

Kicking hot shit since P the God said spit it

Shit!!! Think I didn’t?

I know no limits

No Master P punchlines been there did it

Drink Buckley’s like water ‘cause your boy’s that siddick

Y’all walk around like your spits acidic

You just got bad breathe but refuse to admit it

Couldn’t make a hit up against bad pitchin’

Rhymes that I’ve written, have touch mad spirits

Hard to do that when you’re writing bad lyrics

But the flow is so ugly that it’s known to crack mirrors

Teach you the secret but you don’t have clearance

Well Hello!

Y’all spine yellow

Birdbrain eccentrics I’m calm and mellow

Sick back, relax this is all day fellow

Shit bang so hard break through bone and marrow

Microphone check 1-2 keep flowin’!

I do what I do, you just keep the beat going

You know the speech potent

Make sure you keep rollin’

Crash so many house parties you gon’ need Slohman’s

Shield dog feel me?

My babydoll pretty

On her grown woman shit, I ain’t R. Kelly

I’m all for Bush, just not the former president

‘Cause when it’s all bald love there’s really no evidence…

That’s why I’m so hesitant

So ill I should be sponsored by cough medicine

It’s all relative

My song’s heaven sent

Hip-Hop ‘til I die I’ll rep the four elements

Tell your residents quick get the word out

Tell’em ‘bout this nasty ass rapper that you heard ‘bout

Peace, we’re out!

‘Til I see you next time

I know know you want more, be patient ‘til the next rhyme!


[Outro]

Microphone check 1-2 don’t st-op!

Don’t st-op!

Don’t st-op!

Microphone check 1-2 don’t quit it!

Don’t quit it!

Don’t d-don’t quit it!

Microphone check 1-2 keep going!

Keep going!

Keep k-keep going!

Microphone check 1-2 don’t stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! And I’m out!