Migzilla - Mig-A-Man Lyrics

Clear another stage
In the streets of rage
Da Beatsmith Benny Blaze
Migzilla run the game
You only run in place
Rolling with a bunch of losers
And you wonder why
Your wins lower than my eyes (ha)
Pushin' the buttons
Making Migzilla mad
Like a three hit combination
Need a quarter to play
Eye ain't talking twenty five cents
Need seven grams
Only top shelf hemp
Any attempt in opposition
Leave your muthaf*ckin' limbs missing
With a blast from Mega Man's cannon on his hand
Microphone mathematician
On a mission to replenish energy
Emerge from the wooden city limits
You must be kidding if you think
You on the winning team
You glow green from envy
Rhymes eye got plenty
Styles eye got many
You can borrow one from me
But you gotta give it back
Once you done having fun with the rap
Migzilla combine with Mega Man
Make a mad rapper Mega sad
Every time eye grab the mic eye make emcees
Think twice before they call themselves nice
Migzilla combine with Mega Man
Make a mad rapper Mega sad
Every time eye grab the mic eye make emcees
Think twice before they call themselves nice