Dope Hip Hop Verse | Lauryn Hill

Song: How Many Mics

Group: The Fugees

Verse 1 by L.

I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons
Season change mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange
I’m tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that
Got your whole block saying true dat

If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular
Soldier soul for some secular muzac that’s whack
Plus you use that, loop, over and over
Claiming that you got a new style, your attempts are futile, oooh child
Your puerile, brain waves are sterile
You can’t create you just wait to take, my take
Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones

From here to Dallas go ask Alice if you don’t believe me
I get inner-visions like Stevie
See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be
Indeed we like Kalid Mohammed MC’s make me vomit

I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal
Au contraire mon frere, don’t you even go there
Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back
Like some ganja and palequo or ColecoVision

My minds make incisions in your anatomy
And I back this with Deuteronomy or Leviticus
God made this word, you can’t get with this
Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah