Lyrics Pass the Mic - Coops, Leaf Dog, Fliptrix

Pass the Mic

Pass the mic
Pass the mic
Yeah
Pass the mic
Pass the mic
Yo Yeah
Said pass the mic
Pass the mic
Yo
(Coops)
It’s raps golden child
Bite or stole the style
Folders of files full of evidence for when it goes to trail
See this started on the Nile
Now you find me on the River Lea
Still won’t find another that’s as sick as me
Worldwide and they still sleeping
This whole hood knows I’m real deep in
Don’t want to shout me out
They shook that’s without a doubt
Must think I want their spot
Blood your 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 Ps
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 wearing dresses and you play it like you never seen
Who passed you the mic or gave you the pen and said you can write
What gassed you and made you so hype
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 styles dead get on your bike
Every single bar you got you bite
Why don’t you get your own life
(Fliptrix)
On the real though, listen yo
Your styles diabolical
So I sit and prophesize like an oracle
These writers are comical
Get to the root like a follicle
No obstacle
These MC’s get burned like fossil fuels
I’m like butter fingered robbers dropping jewels
Hop scotching over the spot
Break balls
Kill it in one take
Then take two
Too many takes to make it a great tune
Dark streets are gutter
I write and break loose like daylight
Uncontrollable through the grape vine
Hate crimes fucking the world
Ain’t a great sight
Death’s on the end of the line
Have a face time
The yay’s by your grave side
Breathe through the pain
Like you better not bite like teeth on the canine
Steam train over the game
Best obey my lane like it’s my right I waste
Still I want a (cain?)
(Rexx)
Interception
Thank my mother for her invention
Intension
To take you rap addicts to my dimension
Did I mention
I’ve been packing these packages to get ascension
Dodging the coppers who be trying to attack us for living better
Ambition
I had me a Berretta to get this cheddar
Young, brave and wild
I’m a talent versus my temper
But who the fuck passed you the mic
I be hearing these rappers and they be sounding kinda shite
I’ll be splitting that crack
Should have named myself white
Niggas stuck in a dark cloud but I gave them the light
The manual but I’m trying be annual not part time
These soft niggas say ouch when they hear hard rhymes
They summon troops so this is our time
To grab the book and give our rhymes to a nation that’s patient to hear bars
rhymes
I let it go
I make the crowd go wow
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 can write
What gassed you and made you so hype
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 styles dead get on your bike
Every single bar you got you bite
Why don’t you get your own life
(Leaf Dog)
Yo
Never stop with the terror
Your a flop for the error
Keep ducking this fella like helicopter propeller
Your woman hates your music now it’s a hard seller
Only felt it kicking when the doctor did tell her
Now it’s bumping find me in the tree scrumping
So red every vessel in my head busting
Ain’t dealing with the joke you’ll stand up
Like a game of poker put your hand up
For us to get the jam shut
Churn stomach like space to earth plummets
Call a peace treaty then curse the first summit
I’m worse than my first summon
The only circle round your head will be you spinning the fuck out with the
birds humming
Disturb something leave the mammals in 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
Who passed you the mic or gave you the pen and said you can write
What gassed you and made you so hype
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 styles dead get on your bike
Every single bar you got you bite
Why don’t you get your own life