Pass the Mic (feat. Fliptrix, Rexx & Leaf Dog)

It's rap stolen

Terra bite stole the stuff

Folders are false whenever that's for when it goes to trial

See, they started on the known

Now you find me on the river

Still find another

That's what sickens me worldwide

And it's still sleepin'

This whole hood knows I'm real deep in

Don't wanna shout

Me out and shook, that's without a doubt

Must think of when they spark blood, you're all shit

Ride around on this pit 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 met the stag get used to me

The man it used to be's

Gettin' 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

The man are eloquent like bitches all in their skinny jeans

Rappers wear dresses and you play it like you never seen

Who passed you the mic?

Or gave you the pen and said you could write

What gastro made you so high?

When every style you got, you bite

That's just how I know me and these rappers ain't a light

Who the fuck passed you the mic?

Or said that you could write

Your whole style's dead, get on your bike

Every single bar you got your bite

Why don't you get your own life?

Could stalls that bullet cool

So I sit and prophesize

Like a oracle be as fat as a comical

Get to improve like a follicle

No obstacles

These MC's get burnt like fossil fuels

I'm like Butterfinger brothers coppin' jewels

I hopscotch him over the spark

Break rules

Kill it in one take

They take two

On too many takes to make it a great tune

Dogs keep forgot or rewind or great goose like

Daylight

Uncontrollable through the grapevine

Hate crimes fuckin' the world

Ain't a great side

Death's on the end of the line

Have a FaceTime

You gaze by your gravesite

Be from the pain now

You better not bat like

Teeth on the canine

Fiend prayin' over the game

Best of bay mine

Lean back, it's my right

Away, still I wanna game

Interception

Beg my mother for invention

Intention to take you rap addicts to my dimension

Did I mention I been packin' these packers to get eccentric

Dodgin' the coppers, you be tryin' to attack us for livin' better

Ambition

I had me Beretta

To get this cheddar

Young brave and wad 'em

A talent verses my temper

But who the fuck pass you the mic?

I been hearin' these  rappers and they be soundin' kinda shite

I be spittin' out cut

I shoulda named myself white

**** stuck in the dark cloud but I gave 'em the light

The money would

But I'm tryna be annual, not part time

You soft **** say ouch when they hear hard rhymes

The summer keeps here

This is our time grab a book

And give our rap to a nation that pays 'em to hit boss rhymes

I let it go

I made the crowd go whoa

When they pass me the mic, I'm like yo, yo, yo

Who the fuck passed you the mic?

Or gave you the pen and said you could write

What gastro made you so high?

When every style you got, you bite

That's just how I know me and these rappers ain't a light

Who the fuck passed you the mic?

Or said that you could write

Your whole style's dead, get on your bike

Every single bar you got your bite

Why don't you get your own life?

Yeah

Never stop with the terror, give a flow for the ever

Keep duckin' this fella like

Hella got to propeller

The woman hates your music now it's a hard seller

Only felt a tickle when the doctor did tell her

Now it's time to find again the trees pumpin'

So red, every question in my head busted

Ain't dealin' with the joke and stand up

Like became a broker

Put your hand for us to get the dam shut

Try and stomach like space to Earth plummet

Call a peace treaty that cursed the first summit

I'm worse than my first summon

They only circle 'round the head

I bet you're spinnin' the fuck out with the birds hummin'

Disturb some and leave the mammals in the earth runnin'

No change hit the sky

But I bring a new son in

Runnin' like a hay-bell through but all the time

Had the ultrasounds hit the very first book it was found

Yeah

Who passed you the mic?

Or gave you the pen and said you could write

What gastro made you so high?

When every style you got, you bite

That's just how I know me and these rappers ain't a light

Who the fuck passed you the mic?

Or said that you could write

Your whole style's dead, get on your bike

Every single bar you got your bite

Why don't you get your own life?