Born To Use Mizikes Tones Coast by Bad Karma Lyrics
"It's only right that I was born to use mics...
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
I've taken.."
[Tones]
I was born gripping a mic in my right hand
I message to express what I see in my lifespan
Ever since then, manifest without ten
I had a beat tape at ten, she was my best friend
Back then used to spit game to play bitches
Caress the instrumental til they gave me their digits
The point of my existence, rhyming on stage
Or chilling in the booth spitting rhymes off the page
Freestyles in your face, either way I'm obnoxious
Throwing ?? off the state at Tech concerts
Don't hog the mic with expected debt
My first show with Thorough jumped off of the drum set
And I kept spitting as he backed fresh rhythm
They called me Buttatones back then so what's different
Nothing so stop fronting, keep on smoking
Use mics for me somehow it gets you open
(Hook)
[Coast]
I was born to use mics, get hype and spit writtens
East Coast catch wreck on the beat, my shit's different
I got love for them Hip-Hop vibes
I think they steez mad ignorant, they flip flop sides
First they on some gangster shit, then they getting money
But no matter how they spit son they shit is funny
So it's only right that I'm pointing in they fucking face
That's why I hate they style saying fuck they tapes
You get violent, go ahead faggot bust them grapes
I'm right here why you acting like you brand new
Y'all are light mothafuckers you get ran through
But me and Hip-Hop's alliance is classic
We stick together like some thighs on a fat bitch
Make magic when I decide to touch a mic
You bout to bust a rhyme? you better bust it right
Get flip mode, illest in the zip code
(Hook)
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
I've taken.."
[Tones]
I was born gripping a mic in my right hand
I message to express what I see in my lifespan
Ever since then, manifest without ten
I had a beat tape at ten, she was my best friend
Back then used to spit game to play bitches
Caress the instrumental til they gave me their digits
The point of my existence, rhyming on stage
Or chilling in the booth spitting rhymes off the page
Freestyles in your face, either way I'm obnoxious
Throwing ?? off the state at Tech concerts
Don't hog the mic with expected debt
My first show with Thorough jumped off of the drum set
And I kept spitting as he backed fresh rhythm
They called me Buttatones back then so what's different
Nothing so stop fronting, keep on smoking
Use mics for me somehow it gets you open
(Hook)
[Coast]
I was born to use mics, get hype and spit writtens
East Coast catch wreck on the beat, my shit's different
I got love for them Hip-Hop vibes
I think they steez mad ignorant, they flip flop sides
First they on some gangster shit, then they getting money
But no matter how they spit son they shit is funny
So it's only right that I'm pointing in they fucking face
That's why I hate they style saying fuck they tapes
You get violent, go ahead faggot bust them grapes
I'm right here why you acting like you brand new
Y'all are light mothafuckers you get ran through
But me and Hip-Hop's alliance is classic
We stick together like some thighs on a fat bitch
Make magic when I decide to touch a mic
You bout to bust a rhyme? you better bust it right
Get flip mode, illest in the zip code
(Hook)