IAM - L'Ecole Du Micro D'Argent (Remix) lyrics

(feat. Sunz of Man)

[Chorus x8: IAM]

L'Ecole Du Micro D'Argent

[Prodigal Sunn]

Yo... yo..

I made my name through dedication, Prodigal/Sunz of Man affiliation

Population Click rollin thick, legit, forty burnin spliffs

Initiation, I kill a whole fuckin nation

Demonstration, the year 2000, date of restoration

Burstin inflation, absorbin degrees

MC's, enemies get hung from trees

Brutalities, based on the adversary

I gets amped for my camp in the station

When I release frustration you'll be a fucked up situation

Now do you think, you could honestly fuck with me, G-O-D?

Set up slugs to your jug, I tried to warn you 'bout reality

Ack, saw what I see, too late to plea

Identity, chemistry, rotten in the cemetary

60 Second Assassion, seven days of fastin

Mentally everlastin, write this with a passion

Competition, I feel they struck you with ammunition

Come at my position, then organize my liberation

You dare cross, defy my intellect? Disrespect my dialect?

Don't need to technical, son I'm nice with my knuckle check

I crusted condition, a mutilation

Your situation, after a Sunz of man confrontation [echoes]

[Chorus x8 over samples]

"M.A.R.S." [scratched] "N.Y.C." "Je représente" "We represents"

"M.A.R.S." [scratched] "Q.U.E." "Je représente" "We represents"

"M.A.R.S." [scratched] "Brooklyn" "Je représente" "We represents"

"M.A.R.S." [scratched] "Je représente"

[Hell Razah]

As we complete the impossible, me and Prodigal

What we assigned to do, sendin our opponents to the hospital

Of course I'm the obstacle, choppin you

Dreddy cut the fedi, fake apostles who ain't ready

Yeah we drop science that be heavyweight

We meditate to elevate, we confiscate wicked mindstates

Related to crime rates, you wack? Play the bench

As my lyrics touch the french

Over seas, dumb MC's could meet the Hell Razah's steez

Trees, Killa Bees'll make a nigga feel the breeze

Shake the fire in an ice hand, I am what I am a Sun of Man

Understand, Brooklyn's my home as I grab hold

of a microphone, now we explode, we go gold

Peace to the Black Rose, and yo where my francs at?

Cash that shit, where the banks at?

Kill raps, take the whole earth back

Fuck that, Sunz of Man year, I make it happen

No rappin, no laughin, niggaz get they face smashed in

All these lyrics that we've written in the basement

Your ass get erasement, erasement, we be your new replacements

You better face it

"M.A.R.S." [scratched] "N.Y.C." "Je représente" "We represents"

"M.A.R.S." "Prodigal Sunn" "Je représente" "We represents"

"M.A.R.S." "Hell Razah" "Je représente" "We represents"

"M.A.R.S." "Music from the Q.U.E." "Je représente" "We represents"

"Now" [scratched] "Now you get outta here"

[Chorus x8]

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