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Pass the Mic

Coops feat. Fliptrix, Rexx & Leaf Dog
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Pass the mic, pass the mic Yeah, pass the mic, pass the mic Yo, yeah, said pass the mic, pass the mic Yo It's rap's golden child but I stole the style Folders and files full of evidence for when it goes to trial See this started on the Nile, now you find me on the riverly Still won't find another that's as sick as Me worldwide and they're still sleeping This whole hood knows I'm real deep in Don't wanna shout me out, they're shook, that's without a doubt Must think I want their spot, blud you're all shit What I write on this page is equivalent to full clips Don't get hit when these bullets spray Lick you off the stage Pick the microphone up and tell the crowd he was in the way I'm here to stay, get used to me Them man are used to be's Getting used by corporations just to boost the P's Please, don't insult my intelligence, you ain't relevant When I step in the room I stand out like I'm an elephant Them man are elegant like bitches all in their skinny jeans Rappers wear dresses and you play it like you never seen Who passed you the mic? What gave you the pen and said you can write? What gassed you and made you so high? When every style you got you bite That's just how I know me and these rappers ain't alike Who the fuck passed you the mic? And said that you can write? Your whole style's dead, get on your bike Every single bar you got you bite Why don't you get your own life? On the real though, listen, yo This style's diabolical So I sit and prophesise like an oracle These writers are comical Get to the root like a follicle No obstacles, these MCs get burnt like fossil fuels I'm like butterfinger brothers dropping jewels I hopscotch all over the spot, break rules Kill it in one take, they take two Or too many takes to make it a great tune Dark streets, the gutter I write will break loose like Daylight, uncontrollable through the grapevine Hate crimes, stuck in the world, ain't a great sight Death's on the end of the line, have a FaceTime The gates by your grave site, bleed from the pain like You better not bite like teeth on a canine Steam train over the game, best to fey my Lane like it's my right of way, still I wanna change Inception, thank my mother for her invention Intention, to take you rap addicts to my dimension Did I mention I've been packing these packets to get essential Dodging the coppers who be tryna attack us for living better Ambition, I had me a beretta to get this cheddar Young, brave and wilder, my talent versus my temper But who the fuck passed you the mic? I've been hearing these rappers and they be sounding kinda shite I be spitting that crack, I should have named myself White Niggas stuck in the dark cloud but I gave them the light The manual, but I'm tryna be annual, not part time These soft niggas say ouch when they hear hard rhymes This summer's tube said this is our time To grab the book and give our rhymes To a nation impatient to hear bars, rhymes I let it go, I make the crowd go whoa When they pass me the mic I'm like yo, yo yo Who the fuck passed you the mic? What gave you the pen and said you can write? What gassed you and made you so high? When every style you got you bite That's just how I know me and these rappers ain't alike Who the fuck passed you the mic? And said that you can write? Your whole style's dead, get on your bike Every single bar you got you bite Why don't you get your own life? Yo, never stop with the terror, you're a flop of the era Keep ducking this fella like helicopter propeller Your woman hates your music now, it's a hard fella Only felt it kicking when the doctor did tell her Now it's pumping, find me in the trees crumping So red, every vessel in my head busting Ain't dealing with the joke, it's stand up Like a game of poker, put your hand up Or else they get their jam shot Journ summit like space to Earth comets Call a peace treaty then curse the first summit I'm worse than my first summon The only circle round the head will be you Spinning the fuck out with the birds humming Disturbed something, leave the mammals and the Earth running No change to the sky but I bring a new sun in Rolling like a hay bale through an older town Had an ultrasound since my very first book was found, yeah Who passed you the mic? What gave you the pen and said you can write? What gassed you and made you so high? When every style you got you bite That's just how I know me and these rappers ain't alike Who the fuck passed you the mic? And said that you can write? Your whole style's dead, get on your bike Every single bar you got you bite Why don't you get your own life?