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Delight be​.​.​.

from Story Teller Music by Mista Min

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This song is about being a dope an EMCEE!!! :D
Hope you guys dig the imagery I portray with my raps.

lyrics

lyrics:

My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome
And hitting it home!


Real Rappers, speak no none, while we teach your conscience how to stay conscious,
Bombing since ’75, this generation will keep it alive, libations to God make us thrive,
As we revive, a valley of dead bones, an allay of said tones,
with break bones hitting pavement, spittin’ real word arrangements,
out ghetto blasters, windmills spin faster, cats know Min the Master.
It’s a sin to match us, begin to catch us? You stay lackluster like fake gold.
Blockbuster; b-break cold, called so because it’s too cool to touch,
School that’s coveted so much, it grinds, like an old clutch.


My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome
And hitting it home!


Cops stop us, cops watch us, cause they know we be them real hip-hoppers,
From dreadlockers, to gat cockers, but I’m in the middle like Knick-knockers,
a bit awkward like highwaters, but classic cool, blasting fools and attacking tools
That asked to be schooled, by fronting to rule my underground,
that thunder-sound that wonder crowns
I’m holding on to the dream, to the prize, to the wonderous thing,
Being made to arise, but above all things, communist cling, commune to sing and rap,
Hip-hop is my political map,
Lyrical spats like Tourette’s, are cured by the complex words I express,
And I’ll mail that Express, or UPS, till you get what I sent dog!
(what, what! What, oh yea)!


My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome
And hitting it home!


Zip, zip, zoom, bringing in doom,
Hit, hit whom? Lay it in tombs,
Catacombs soon, HOUSE OF A THOUSAND EMCEES
But they all zombies, pounding at me.
Survive the night as I battle-rap and fight,
Handle that so right, it ain’t even right, but that’s life.
Smile wide as the cypha stabs the next advisory,
His screaming, “hail Mary!”
Pale and scarry cats get left like that, cause I’m def like that,
At least, once their dead they won’t come back,
I got my heavy ready machete, better get it ready if you thinking I’m blinking….


My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome
And hitting it home!

credits

from Story Teller Music, released October 23, 2020
Produced by Marcos "Mista Min" Deida

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Mista Min Munich, Germany

From San Jaun, Puerto Rico to West Palm Beach, Florida to Austin, Texas and now in Munich, Germany, Mista Min has seen and witnessed so many amazing and like wise tragic events.
His goal via his music is to share them with you.

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