Pass The Mic

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bun B] Well it's the man, not the myth, I'm the fact and not fiction The gangsta orator with a trill ass diction I'm built for business, cut on and signed And I'm an underground king, so get that fuck out your mind I'm not a joker, bitch, and you ain't Batman But I'm a start robbin' when I pull out the gat, man I don't play games, this ain't a playground Recess is over, nap time, nigga, lay down I stay down, even when I'm comin' up If you do the math, you'll see just what I'm summin' up You call her wifey, but soon as I pick your woman up I'm gettin' dome until her jaw start numbin' up King of the trill, partner, no crown needed Word is law, so when it's spoken, you heed it The streets already know the shit that I'ma bring UGK for life, nigga, rollin' with the Drama King [Chorus: DJ Kay Slay] Pass the mic to a real MC Pass the mic to the real MCs Pass the mic to a real MC Pass the mic, pass the mic [Verse 2: Raekwon] Russian cuts vocals, might poke you, jokin' or not Bling's on with the rope on my knot Love fly sneaks, a creep who beast on it, go in the streets See my bro, sure, I sleeps in the spot Cast iron metal bezels, vest is on up in deckles Hundred thousand locked when on rebels in the midst blow kisses at ya bitch, we rich, you know my style, nigga More Shaolin in the mix Canteens filled with Cîroc, holdin' my cock All G shit, yeah, sky-colored Maybach Drown every nigga who rhyme Line 'em up, it be your downfall We can thump it out or just brawl Just my niggas 'gainst your niggas, call us ninjas, no members Never lived to say I got rock I'ma rap somethin', rappers be frontin' 'Til you catch him on the corner, out in the open They all twat [Chorus: DJ Kay Slay] Pass the mic to a real MC Pass the mic to the real MCs Pass the mic to a real MC Pass the mic, pass the mic [Verse 3: Redman] Ayy, for the payola, I'ma take over The rap game need a change and a makeover The good fellow hustle hard, Ray Liotta I got it, I pull strings like Beethoven And y'all open, nose up in the air for them hits I'm your personal concierge, call me Since my first Atari I been an eight I get online through Safaris I'm a half Marley the way I smoke I knew I was a G when I seen B.I. ghost He said, "My dude, keep your enemy close I would've been there if I woulda had my toast" Indeed, as I proceed to smoke weed Show my tattoos, shirt with no sleeves Old people hear that boy, they like, "Geez" Heart attack, call the T.M.T., nigga [Chorus: DJ Kay Slay] Pass the mic to a real MC Pass the mic to the real MCs Pass the mic to a real MC Pass the mic, pass the mic [Verse 4: Saigon] How could I survive lace without cash at a fast pace? Caught up in this paper chase, still in last place Narcotize the market with eighths Cook Bacardi dark in the base Soliloquy to beat a court case Now the pope playin' Galileo Philosophize a pile of yayo The slow [?] lay low I'ma construct form and [?] keep me warm in the snowstorm Calm like a slow song Boxed the rate the murder rise Forts burglarized, courts perjurize lies Through these eyes I verbalize Concoctin' the chemicals, simmer through my [?] Hog tied a poor guy, mail his mother the genitals Click the bezel and wealth, sicker than the devil himself Y'all niggas thought I was gon' live on the shelf? Psh Was gettin' money and them collard green state Bumpin' them Drama King tapes, can you relate? [Chorus: DJ Kay Slay] Pass the mic to a real MC Pass the mic to the real MCs Pass the mic to a real MC Pass the mic, pass the mic