"How Many Mics" as written by Wyclef Jean, Lauryn Hill and Pras Michel....
Pick up your microphones ha ha
Pick up your microphones

How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many, many

I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinking of all them kids who try to do this
For all the wrong reasons
Seasons change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love doctor Strange
I'm tame like the rapper,
Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block saying "True dat"
If only they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for some secular
Muzak that's wack,
Plus you use that loop over and over
Claiming that you got a new style
Your attempts are futile, ooh child
Your puerile,
Brain waves are sterile
You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's
Laced with malice
Hands get calloused
From grippin' microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't believe me,
I get Inner Visions like Stevie
See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be
Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad
MC's make me vomit
I get controversial
Freak your style with no rehearsal
Oh, contraire mon frere
don't you even go there
Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego,
We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco, Vision
My mind makes incisions in your anatomy
And I'll back this with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God made this word
You can't get with this
Sweet like licorice,
Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.

How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many, many

I used to be underrated
Now I take iron, makes my shit constipated
I'm more concentrated.
So on my day off,
With David Sonnenberg I play golf
Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov
Problem with no man
Before black, I'm first human
Appetite to write like Frederick douglass with a slave hand
Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under
One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla
Momma always told me "You're one in a million"
Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a record deal, "How does it feel?"
I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal.
Cause the whole world's out of order
So at night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness Stout
Brother brother can't you get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra - reds.

How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do I rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many, many

Too many MC's not enough Mic's
Exit your show like I exit the turnpike
Dice and dynamite like dolomite
double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke
Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night
Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)
And my panache will mosh your entourage
Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage.
And when the cops come lookin'
I'll be bookin' to Brooklyn
Leave the trails broken flippin' tokens to Hoboken
A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin
Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy Chapman

How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Many moni, Say me say many, many, many, many
Many, many, many, moni, many, many, many, many, many, many, moni


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"How Many Mics" as written by Pras Michel Lauryn Hill

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    General Commentfugees were amazing . this song was one of my favorite on the cd . i like how they say this

    'I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
    Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons '

    agreed.
    NIKKIEon April 28, 2004   Link
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    General Commentthank god for people like u...who actually listen to tha lyrics....lol. omg, i hate tha people who have only heard killin me softly..they arent gettin tha whole thing...they have to hear tha fugees b4 they became so famous...
    lindzwithaphon June 10, 2004   Link
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    General CommentThe whole Score album flows like a story from beginning to end, it's excellent, and this song is quite possibly the high point of the album.
    Dangerous_Daveon August 03, 2005   Link
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    General Commentsoooo good. yea the album definitley does fflow together perfectly... i love it
    mellowed-outon February 06, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"Too many mc's not enough mikes
    exit your show like I exit the turnpike"

    Looooove Praz's voice in that part. Awesome song. Awesome album.
    eatamuffinon February 20, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones
    From here to Dallas go ask Alice if you don't believe me
    I get innovisions like Stevie
    See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be"

    damn laur hill that shit is dope

    "Run through Crown Heights screaming out "Mazeltoff!"- haha herdat clef herdat
    stp1993on October 22, 2008   Link

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