ONE MIC E

All I need is one, one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need is one mic. Talk to all of them. Jesus died at age Thirty-three. That's thirty-two years between Sixteen and feast, which means one of my guns Was on the seventeen. Twenty-seven hit your crew and into you. Everybody gotta die sometime. Hope your funeral never get caught up. Pain innocent, nothing to spare. Brothers roll up from wheelchairs. My heart is racing, tasting revenge in the air. I let this all slide for too many years, Too many times. Now I'm strapped with a couple Of, too many if y'all people really with me, Get busy loading. Do more than just hold it, explode until you Empty. There's nothing in our way. They bust, we bust. They rush, we rush, fly And feel it. I feel gut that we take These dudes to war. Lie 'em down 'cause we Stronger now. My people, the time is now. I need is One Mic, one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need Is one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need Is one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need Is one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need Is one mic. All I need is one mic. All I need is one mic.