Parties all around start checkin for the substance

The context you suspect, but I expect

when Serchlite hits the break..

.. headache, BREAK FOOL

with the groove that's strictly metropolitan

Past go, I'll let you go again the pen emulates

what's heard from the four wheel

And Babyface ain't never seen this crazy whip appeal

Sealed with the hits and blow cause I got hits to go

fists to flow Michel'le Michelle-low under the mistletoe

I let my missle go, yo

Hands get pound, when it comes down to slick rhymes

No respect in the deuce cool I'm vickin mines

Burnished in New York kids that rolled diesel

Kids swoll big like they were shootin up an AIDS needle

So cling to your mom's memories, calamity's a remedy

to recollect childhood memory lane

Envision, the picture, the frame

The beat that rumbles into the brain

Stains grim gloom carefree feelin, up a buildin cap peelin

Slash from the unwillin blastin off, passin off

to the prevention, locked in detention

Wielding fiends, your dome starts STRETCHIN

To hit the hot spot, and stomp hysterical

The groove that makes you thank God for miracles

Pinnacles are peakin there you find Serch..

.. hittin heads until the head hurts



Migraine, motherfuckin migraine

Migraine, motherfuckin migraine, migraine

Motherfuckin migraine, migraine

Motherfuckin migraine



Rhythm rung gets designed for the kind

that's the deaf the dumb and blind seen here and stated with that

And if you're not gonna hit that, let me rip that

rhythm hit the rhymes, we give 'em, we leave 'em

Then we'll ghost to the most so the concrete is secured

to endure, three-hundred and sixty-five days of the unsure

is the way the crumb comes clompin

That's why these boots were made for stompin

Comp is little to none, when the riddle is sung

When who is rappin no beats gets paid

The answer as he gets sprayed by the kids who survived

the playground, of the steel

Who used a fat and funky, as a sort of shiv

Deal to the crew that rolls in batallions

If water was slaughter I'd have to order by the gallon

Pestacides killed the pests, the rest are out the back

like sweats so jump out the projects, out the building

Out your condo, out your crib, out your co-op!

And let me rip the hip-hop again

Oh shit, Skeff Anslem, he gets props again

Let out the grunt, let out the funk, from out your trunk

Feel the bass and let it PUMP PUMP PUMP



Migraine, motherfuckin migraine

Migraine, motherfuckin migraine, migraine

Motherfuckin migraine, migraine

Motherfuckin migraine, migraine

Motherfuckin migraine, migraine

Motherfuckin migraine, migraine

Motherfuckin migraine, migraine

Motherfuckin migraine



I ain't got no DJ, but that's alright

I ain't got no dancers, but that's alright

I ain't got no choir, but that's alll-riiiiight

All I got left is the mic..

.. SO STRIKE UP THE BAND MAN, as I command man

Float up the damn damn, wash away the flim-flam

Knick-knack quick wack paddywack, give a dog a stick

Then hop off my dialect quick

to the throat I choke, I I need a Coke

cause I got somethin in my throat.. AHHA-AHEM!  Better?

Let no one get no one up gassed here

on the throttle catch a back of a forty bottle

Models can't roll put a toll into the parkin meter

Crowds around two kids in a four seater

Pack attack crunch from the boom

To give a brother ROOM, TO BREATHE, LEAVE

And pull the card our your sleeve, you're free to roam

as the beat hits the head until you gets home



Migraine, migraine motherfuckin migraine

Migraine motherfuckin migraine

Migraine motherfuckin migraine

Motherfuckin migraine migraine!

Motherfuckin migraine migraine!!

Migraine motherfuckin migraine migraine!!

MIGRAINE? MOTHERFUCKIN MIGRAINE MIGRAINE?!

MIGRAINE! MOTHERFUCKIN MIGRAINE!!!