CHORUS:
Who Want This?
Grab the microphone if you on this, but come with lyrical content.
No responses.
VERSE:
I raise hell like tails of Moby Dick whales on boat sails,
I inhale, chest swells, then exhale and the rest bail.
Saying "Oh, hell! How does he rhyme so many times so clean?"
My team blowin' seams by means hotter than steam
Or sunbeams on Nosferatu, my lyrical style got you.
Gonna rock you with a mind and microphone, gimme my props due.
Too cool is how my crew be operatin'. We waitin', jaws gapin', salivatin', eradicatin'
The fakin' MCs. I be takin' MCs and breakin' MCs. Makin' MCs say,
"Macro, please".We's is just tryin' to survive in this.
But after one minute in it, they gonna be lyin' finished.
Never replenished, game flyin' when I tighten my grip.
I'm breakin' the backs of lyracists, and see their ash in my shit, better fear my hiss.
I split rock guts, makin' 'em vomit, watch em die with wide open eyes, Who fuckin' Want It?
CHORUS
VERSE:
Detatchin' brains from retinas when I catch a mufucka slippin'
Blowin' the skin off they body with this lyrical ass whippin'
Tendons and muscles, it's a juggle to tussle with hustlin'
Bubblin' playa, stumblin'? No, mutha fucka and
rumblin' buildings of camps, clubs of thugs and clicks,
bodies of burnt bitches, black stains when it hits.
Lyrics split and rip fibers, night goggles to find ya.
See, I'm an old time a rhymer, you's a minor rhymer
I'ma find a wind around, hide around way to put you to rest
suppress the pressure a guest here. Can I get a check here?
There's a mess here,Wigglin' on the floor in guess gear.
Frozen in fear. Pour a beer, shed a tear. Is it clear I be
Killin' rhyme villins and sealin' top billin' pavilions and millions of quadrillions of MCs and still chillin'.
Are you feelin'? I burnin' and turnin' faster than comets. Atmospherical lyrical brain crusher, muthafuckas, Who Want it?
CHORUS
VERSE:
Do you like this lyrical hypness? The whitest, tightest, brightest MC
ever to touch the fuckin' mic, it's
The way that I kick my shit, rippin' them ____, bouncin' them ____
I spits like a cobra over INFINITE licks and drum kicks
Boom bips, I splits lips of compeditors. Kevlar to spar, rip hearts and parts severed.
Never test the mic flexer, crew wrecker, better check the
Whole scenario before you think to fuckin' step to
What? Mr. Clever, however you wanna flow
I change it up for them brothers that be flowin' that monotone
No-body can get with me 'cause I stifle
They brain capacity, renderin' the rival idle.
I know I glow, rifle penetration be waitin'
We diggin' in the crate and makin' the shit we tapin'.
Escapin' is futile, meanwhile yo, I be cheesin'
'Cause I be only one MC that will stop your breathin'. Who Want it?
An MC from nowhere. Born in Spa City & lives in GHOSTOWN for now, Macrophonic MC is a truly unique artist in the world of
Hip-Hop. Mixing destructive, cunning, yet uplifting lyrics with Spoken Word poetry, several languages and a very different and honest view of life, Macrophonic MC has traveled the world promoting his craft and now brings the show to you. "Being an artist is my only catharsis"...more
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020