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With the Mike, Aaron & Eddie
Mike Mike Mike, Aaron & Eddie
Mike Mike, Aaron - n - n - n - n - n - n - n - Aaron & Eddie
Mike, Aar - r - ron & Eddie
Mike, Aaron & Ed - d - Eddie
Mike, Aaron - n - n - Eddie
Mike Mike Mike, Aaron & Eddie

[Verse 1: Myka 9]
My name is Myka and I'm rockin' the mic
K-k-k-k-k-kind of cycle like a meteorite
M-m-m-m-m-microphona no m-m-my Sharona
No b-o-l-o-g-n-a, no b-b-b-bologna,
M-m-Michael Michael mo Michael
Bo feeb ba fibe a foe fiekle
I'm psycho, survival for rivals
Depends if I use my rifle stifle
Astound while I'm letting off rounds
People hurrying hurling hurdling hitting the ground
M-i-c-r-o-p-h-o-n-e moving many M-i-k-e okay say ok
He's capable of reducing the level them devils rebel
With horrible treble kibbles and bits of my hits
Dribbles and drips from their lips
Eclipse they slip they're in the dark
Skip important parts
Forget the way the rhyme starts how smart
Now one a two a three a four a five a six a seven and eight
I'm taking out anyone trying to break upon the microphone
Because I know they're fake
A-b-c-d-e-f-g-h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p
P for the power of taking out cowards
Who are trying to scower the one and only
Myka 9, I like to rhyme anytime any day
When I recite I shine, I smoke the kind
Finally I'm getting mine and the name you'll find
On the marquis there's a big line
Wrapping around the corner we run California
Haiku D'Etat on the sign

[Chorus]
With the Mike, Aaron & Eddie
Mike Mike Mike, Aaron & Eddie
Mike Mike, Aaron - n - n - n - n - n - n - n - Aaron & Eddie
Mike, Aar - r - ron & Eddie
Mike, Aaron & Ed - d - Eddie
Mike, Aaron - n - n - Eddie
Mike Mike Mike, Aaron & Eddie

[Verse 2: Abstract Rude]
Life as a man with the mic in his hand
I'd silence the lamb
Getting all the guidance he can
He don't gotta lie to his fans
I don't have to pilot the plane
Whoever stylin' the same
You better file in the lane
Chain gang no weak link in the armor
Maintain free speech and our honor
Day to day golden rule to good karma
Hold a fool accountable
And he was overdue to coup de main conquer
Penalized read their lights
Till they see the light realize
Think with a seeing eye
Freely that money ain't the key to life
It's love and our existence is a symphony of epiphanies
Above and beyond our experiences are mysteries
The blood of our ancestors all through history enriches me
I channel victory my instincts are so defensive
My Haiku codependents we fight to the photo finish
Ab Rude put the soul up in it
Ace 1 is the poet witty
Mikah 9 is the jazz and the razzmatazzle dazzling
Don't even think about battling
This could hurt you a vicious circle
Sparring at the gathering

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With the Mike, Aaron & Eddie
Mike Mike Mike, Aaron & Eddie
Mike Mike, Aaron - n - n - n - n - n - n - n - Aaron & Eddie
Mike, Aar - r - ron & Eddie
Mike, Aaron & Ed - d - Eddie
Mike, Aaron - n - n - Eddie
Mike Mike Mike, Aaron & Eddie

[Verse 3: Aceyalone]
M-m-m-Mike Aaron & Eddie
I'm g-g-good and ready
When I k-k-k-k-keep the p-party rockin' steady
Hey g-girl you looking pretty
Wanna get you nice and sweaty
Gotta w-w-w-wild st-st-st-style like Fab 5 Freddy
I'm a break you up & back down
Never gon' put the mic back down
It's A-C-E-Y-A-L-O-N-E now it's finna crack now
Every one of y'all or 2 of y'all
It don't really matter who you are
When the sound come through like booya-ka!
Sound so good like pull it up
Like mash it up, smash it up
Poetry takeover that's what's up
M-m-Mike Aaron & Ed-d-d-d-Eddie that's what's up
This music is our mastery
Don't tell me what it has to be
As for me it'll be catastrophe
If you just don't stop harassing me
The audacity keep on asking me
About this blasphemy
Telling me the whole world's passing me
But I gotta do what's in all our best interests
Even if they're not interested
Still gotta get yo engine tested
Manifest the destiny the best in me
For development still arrested
Enemy to the public
Lock us up & loving it
Society's menace who look so grimace
You give him his sentence and double it
Now what's the deal? Who's the dealer?
Or this is bogus it feel like the house is cheating
Who's the pimp? Who's the mack? Who's the player?
Some of you hoes ain't eating
And some of you hoes won't eat
You'll die of hunger
I'm MC Ed-d-d-d-Eddie Hayes I'm from the under

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With the Mike, Aaron & Eddie
Mike Mike Mike, Aaron & Eddie
Mike Mike, Aaron - n - n - n - n - n - n - n - Aaron & Eddie
Mike, Aar - r - ron & Eddie
Mike, Aaron & Ed - d - Eddie
Mike, Aaron - n - n - Eddie
Mike Mike Mike, Aaron & Eddie