Once again it's the real I'll microphone enhancer Smokin' mc's till I die of lung cancer
Once again its the main event Lady gettin, cranium killin' Makin' all these lames wait a minute Comprehend what I'm sayin in these wicked lyrics The illest leader since rooselvelt was up in the building Pickin up a fresh pack of some mc's I can't stop it's like they've been filled with nicotene My chain smokin' is hopin these stations stay open To stay roastin' all these mc's that remain posin I stay chokin' on their dirty, as I journey through sweepin the streets of Mc avenue I can spark a mic hotter than these squares know I'm more serius than satellite radio Producers know I'm usin logic, best call me plato I'm moldin' all these rhymes around the counter like they're play-do I smoke em' down to the filter so I get a buzz flick they're butts to the curb once my lungs have had enough
I hit the L locomotin' over all these tracks Makin' hits with the name Easton all up on the bat Always runnin' with my dogs but I ain't no bitch Like my dude Harry best believe I'll catch a snitch I'm ashin' all these wack acts with a passion Gettin pain from these joints man I need some aspirin I'm possibly spittin' philosophy like Socrates As haters cross I be squashin' all these hypotheses Havin shows, smokin' average joes Case closed, guilty for murderin' microphones Don't worry 'bout a lighter, the roof is on fire As I keep spittin' all these flames are gettin' higher Makin' so much heat once my voice and a beat connect These Mc's are my alternate to cigarettes It's the real ill microphone enhancer Smokin' Mc's 'til I die from lung cancer