Angry Mic - King of the Town (feat Droseph Stalin & DJ Empire) [Lyrics]

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• published: 26 Sep 2012
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Angry Mic download link: http://www.4shared.com/zip/L-l6OAIp/Angry_Mic.html? Lyrics by: Realandtruehiphop Guitar2475150 Intriguilty Video graphics created by: Realandtruehiphop [Chorus (Samples off of "Made You Look" by NAS)] x2 You a slave to a page in my rhyme book King of the Town Let the music diffuse all the tension (Verse One: Droseph Stalin) I feel compelled to tell that if it smells it sells Brains mush from the kush that we push very well Ain't no confusin' the smell, makin' tunes with an L I'll be boozin' in seclusion, straight abusing the scale Should let Angry Mic just tear the track I'm Dutch packed with a sack getting whacked in the background The flow we spit appropriate as cops at a frat house Cause I dope we get off opiates determines the track sound (Verse Two: DJ Empire) My flow so atrocious, your so just bogus I approach this track so focused Hoping you noticed I only roll the dope piff Come and smoke this and you realize why you blazing to the roach, kid Spitting outrageous, rhymes only flagrant While you're in the basement hoping you're gonna make it I'll put face adjacent in the pavement when I say it I don't fake this, no mistake, bitch I'm only spitting what I'm living, True is my Religion Nike kicks under the denim, my flow is filled with venom Injected into your skin then, so everytime you listen You feeling how I am sickenin' cause mission's to be lifting Those around me who are spliffing Dissing will have you missing in the ditch then Cause my writtens is like nuclear fission on the page in my possession Yeah, Brooklyn be repping [Hook x2] [Verse Three: Angry Mic] Ayo, developing a style, been rebelling for a while, it's Angry Mic, bitch, stop telling him to smile Hang with felons who were vile, wish 'em well before their trial Tried to quit long ago, but they fell into denial I told my man to back out, he said "I'll serve dimes" Now he don't do anything but fucking serve time Preferred crimes way before I made the words rhyme had a Jerz mind way before I did my first line Eddie got me out the church and he told me how to curse mama looking at him never, thought it could get worse Distorted since his birth, he got caught up in his worth Brought up in the turf where they snort up out of thirst The kush is like their food, so they push it like they rude, They don't even need buttons, piff put 'em in the mood This track is for the people in my circle when I blaze The word is that I'm crazed, drink is purple like the haze A person who is fervent when he serve them off the page My current is reoccuring so I currently am blazed The music that you sold and endorsed has got less soul than a corpse I'll hit your skull with some force and not be full of remorse Ayo, I pull 'til I'm hoarse, prolly cause dro is my source And I'mma go on this course until the flow I divorce Standing alone, with just a gram in my dome Showing people how I work my hand to the bone [Hook x2]