[Dreddy Kruger]
My Clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya, Dutch Master rapper
White cracker slapper, twist darts like Cappa
When I smoke trees, before and after
Supreme rapper, jaw tapper
Track by True Mast' and John The Baptist, bitch
Nuttin' but classic hits from Miami to Bushwick
My voice alone attracts motherfuckers in masses
Fat asses with glasses, 85% of you hot dogs sound like asses
You're soft like ashes, lookin' funny like rashes
"fuck a-fuck a Five Mic"
[Chorus 2X: Timbo King]
Fuck a Five Mic, fuck a-Fuck a Five Mic
Fuck a Five Mic, fuck a-Fuck a Five Mic
Fuck a Five Mic, fuck a-Fuck a Five Mic
It only take one mic for you to take a loss
Fuck a Five Mic, fuck a-Fuck a Five Mic
It only take one mic for you to take a loss
[Timbo King]
I'm like straight up Oak, y'all niggas just plain panel
Guns from El Salvador, ask Mic Ammo
Crossfire, bullets ricochet horizontal
Brooklyn Bridge/Verrazano, niggas know the motto
So follow the path, acknowledge the craft
Swallowed a whole bottle of math since biology glass
Grand archery, bow and arrow split your grand larceny
Apple on the head, Robin Hood's robbin' goods
In these wild lands, a Desert Eagle in a child's hand
Your style's bland, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water
You never know, my son might fuck Mariah's daughter
Ill visions of victory without a battle
Breeze through tracks like cold winds throughout Seattle
Sound travels through fiber-optics under gravel
Dominate it's 360 and it try to handle
Niggas try to handle
[Chorus 2X: Timbo king]
Fuck a Five Mic, fuck a-Fuck a Five Mic
Fuck a Five Mic, fuck a-Fuck a Five Mic
Fuck a Five Mic, fuck a-Fuck a Five Mic
It only take one mic for you to take a loss
[Timbo King]
Yo mind calisthenics, Jumpin' Jacks, push ups, do a set of twenty
Twenty bars, runnin' round the block
Bench press y'all, steel weights, computer hacker, call me Ill Gates
Curls, you see the muscles, girls see muscles, track and field
Timbnastics, backflip off a high hat
Flyin' tuck, don't give a flyin' fuck
Lifes a hurdle from Broadway to Myrtle
I'm athletic, well trained, hell reign
With the best jab in the business
Voice boxer, 'nough worries, hit you with the don't worries
Spin around, cartwheel, yo my heart feels no sorrow
You fuckin' with Royal Famous, bring it
For the projects, niggas throwin objects at niggas
Jack niggas, yo y'all one of those rap niggas
Hold your square, my circle is gunnin'
I;ve been poppin' shit like this since my uncle was numbin'
State drum, off the green gum
Bitches on my dick wanna see me cum
Income, outcome, all bums albums
The streets wanna know why and how come?
The streets wanna know why and how come?
[Chorus 2X: Timbo king]
Fuck a Five Mic, fuck a-Fuck a Five Mic
Fuck a Five Mic, fuck a-Fuck a Five Mic
Fuck a Five Mic, fuck a-Fuck a Five Mic
It only take one mic for you to take a loss