How Many Mics

<br>Intro: wyclef jean<br><br>Pick up your microphones<br><br>Pick up your microphones<br><br>Chorus: wyclef/pras<br><br>How many mics do we rip on the daily<br><br>Say, me say many money say me say many many many<br><br>How many mics do we rip on the daily<br><br>Many money say me say many many many<br><br>Verse one: lauryn hill<br><br>I get mad frustrated when I rhyme<br><br>Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons<br><br>Season change mad things rearrange<br><br>But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange<br><br>Im tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that<br><br>Got your whole block saying true dat<br><br>If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular<br><br>Soldier soul for some secular muzac thats whack<br><br>Plus you use that, loop, over and over<br><br>Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts are futile, oooh child<br><br>Your puerile, brain waves are sterile<br><br>You cant create you just wait to take, my take<br><br>Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones<br><br>From here to dallas go ask alice if you dont believe me<br><br>I get innovisions like stevie<br><br>See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be<br><br>Indeed we like kalid mohammed mcs make me vomit<br><br>I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal<br><br>Au contraire mon frere, dont you even go there<br><br>Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare<br><br>I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back<br><br>Like some ganja and palequo or colecovision<br><br>My minds make incisions in your anatomy<br><br>And I back this with deuteronomy or leviticus<br><br>God made this word, you cant get with this<br><br>Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphillis, yeah<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse two: wyclef jean<br><br>I used to be underrated, now I take iron, makes my shit constipated<br><br>Im more concentrated, so on my day off with david sanonburg I play<br><br>Golf<br><br>Run through crown heights screaming out &quot;mazeltoff!&quot;<br><br>Problem with noman before black Im first hu-man<br><br>Appetite to write, like frederick douglass with a slave hand<br><br>Street pressure, word to papa I aint going under<br><br>One day I have a label and make deals with tommy mottola<br><br>Mama always told me, &quot;your one in a million,<br><br>Always watch our back, never tango with haitian-sicilians&quot;<br><br>Now I got a record deal, how does it feel? <br><br>Im never gonna survive unless I get crazy like seal<br><br>Cause the whole worlds out a order<br><br>So at night the feins dance on grease with john travolta<br><br>One got slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth<br><br>The other tried to duck and caught a left with my guinness stout<br><br>Brother, brother cant you get this through your head<br><br>Its a setup by the feds, their scoping us with their infrareds<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse three: prazwell<br><br>Too many mcs not enough mikes, exit your show like I exit the<br><br>Turnpike<br><br>Dice and dynomite like dolomite, double dos been like I dont dick<br><br>Van dyke<br><br>Starlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night<br><br>Like my man wyclef-&quot;i wear my sunglasses at night&quot;<br><br>And my ponage with martial encourage<br><br>Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage<br><br>And when the cops come lookin, I be bookin to brooklyn<br><br>Beat the trails broken flipping tokens to hoboken<br><br>A clean getaway like alec baldwin<br><br>Driving in my fast car playing tracy chapman<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Many, many money many many many<br><br>Many, many money, ha, ha, ha