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Muph & Plutonic
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Gimme Tha Mic
Lyricist:Ryan Leigh, Daniel Young
Hey yo, mate, ya better tell ya baby cakes That we all make mistakes or she's gonna hate you All these promises and not a lotta breakthroughs I can tell you now that I've paid dues
And played moves that caved through Left shattered when I came to I never hung out with a fake crew Give me a stage to fall off, while tryin' to call shots Give me a stomach full of some small knots
Early morning door knocks, now I'm pissed off Not really, who here can hear me clearly? I'm gonna need a show of hands, I've got that toe jam funk You punks don't wanna smell my popper stopper
It represents the takes it takes to make it proper Give me ya knockers in exchange for my boxers Not the best of trades but I'll infect ya brain Give me a train from Eltham to inner city Melbourne
Give me some urban decay Can't escape the escapade of get some change At least there's effort displayed, forget the sway I'm yet to say something other than piss dribble
Girl, I'll make ya lips tickle Give me a mic and I might make ya hips wriggle Tingle down the spine, I'm playing with a racing mind Give me some paper and a pen and let them bind Na fuck it, just give me a mic
'Cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin' the same shit Ain't a fuckin' thing I can do to change this It's all good 'cause I know I'm gonna get mine We'll work the struggle and hustle to get by
'Cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin' the same shit Ain't a fuckin' thing I can do to change this Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's all good 'cause I know I'm gonna get mine We'll work the struggle and hustle to get by
Give me some duct tape, so I can stick it to your fuck face The names Muphin not cupcake Give me a lunch-break, with a love hate combo Give me a mundane Monday and a better tomorrow
Give me some sun rays and a ticket to the lotto I'm not tough mate but I don't sun-bake or sip strong bows I can tell you right now this is how the song goes Give me a reason I need to justify Why I choose to butterfly through these rough tides And sometimes I get real amped
Yeah, my girl wears the pants but you can borrow my shoes Give me a second chance to let 'em dance the feud I'm a spill the can and let I flow loose So you can see the whole landscape I navigate through hidden caves
Give it a break, once in a while sundial keeps movin' And I'll keep pursuin' what in turn I could be losin' I'm a half deaf mutant, shootin' out these sound waves Downplayed from West-field to Fountain Gate
Give me that last drop This week it's my turn to finish the cask off Give me the start stop blast off, nah, gimme that mic I said gimme that mic, you better gimme that fuckin' mic
'Cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin' the same shit Ain't a fuckin thing I can do to change this It's all good 'cause I know I'm gonna get mine We'll work the struggle and hustle to get by
'Cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin' the same shit Ain't a fuckin thing I can do to change this It's all good 'cause I know I'm gonna get mine We'll work the struggle and hustle to get by
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