[Chorus: Kold-blooded]
Thought I told you we some microphone crushers
Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus
MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession
Thought I told you we some microphone crushers
Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus
MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession
[Verse 1: Kold-Blooded]
Won't say your name, I'm adressing the behaviour
Internet rappers thirst getting contagious
Copying ideas tryna skip life stages
You could really tell, you just wanna be famous
Switching up styles, tryna keep up with the lame spit
Hypebeast, go ahead and wear it if the shoe fits
Might be, one of those and you don't even know it yet
I be, camouflaged, haven't even showed you yet
What to expect from this so-called vet, makin' moves on the net that you'll never forget
I wreck, make you regret, takin' one step towards our direction, now you're in my debt
Pay me my respect before blood starts gushing, decompose your whole vocabulary without even cussin'
Bust you in the forehead, leave you a concussion
Can't contend with my concoction on my path of destruction
[Chorus: Kold-blooded]
Thought I told you we some microphone crushers
Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus
MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession
Thought I told you we some microphone crushers
Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus
MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession
Thought I told you we some microphone crushers
Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus
MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession
Thought I told you we some microphone crushers
Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus
MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession
[Verse 2: Mr. Sisco]
Bring in the pain
Killing these lames
On top of you niggas, I'm running the game
Fucking with me, I'm busting the clip and aimingit up right at your brain (fuck)
Niggas don't wanna go here and fuck around
With a nigga that's not gonna shun everything down
Put som bars on the melodies niggas don't gon' get (okay)
Gimme the target and put me right up in the field
You already know what's not reckless so you know my drill (fuck)
Any motherfucker there just wanna be killed (okay)
These niggas they talkin', these niggas they walkin'
These niggas they watchin' my moves tryna be a real nigga off it
They copy my style, the copy my flow, they don't even know I'm finna put them in a motherfucking coffin
I'm rolling my drum, [?] killing my phone
They [?] not to run up in my motherfucking presence
I'm crackin' like [?], I'm flippin' like [?]
I [?] like [?] beat yo' ass like this motherfucker [?] (bitch)
[Chorus: Kold-blooded]
Thought I told you we some microphone crushers
Know the name of fear it's Schemaposse, bring the ruckus
MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it a profession
Thought I told you we some microphone crushers
Know the name of fear it's Schemaposse, bring the ruckus
MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it a profession
Thought I told you we some microphone crushers
Know the name of fear it's Schemaposse, bring the ruckus
MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it a profession
Mic Crushers was written by Mr. Sisco & Kold-Blooded.
Mic Crushers was produced by S.A.M GoHard.
Kold-Blooded released Mic Crushers on Tue Jan 26 2016.