Give Me The Mic And Let Me Kick It,Show Me A Script I'll Rip It
Spit Prophetic Metaphors So U Don't Even Get It
No Bullshit I Been Gifted With A Gift To Just Spit It
Got My Soul Laced In Blow So To Flow I Just Sniff It
Just Throwin It Off The Dome, Anotha, Brothas I'm Home
Tell Who Was Ever Warmin It Up To Get Off Of My Throne
Passes Mic .....

Yeh I hopped on the throne and I'm packin the crown too
And I'm spittin the facts like a lawyers come to profound you
You knew that I spit raw, so once ya notice this post
Don't even type, cuz I know you'll focus the most
Take ya sweet ass time, but I'm passin the mic
But by the time you are done, I'll get ya by the flash of a light

fuck that, gimme the mic bitch
i get at my own click and get away with it
i think im sick, though some call me fine.
Im ballin like all teams while T be one 49.

now i got the mic n u now im hot.
fuck with it and the 1st u hear is a shot.
now imma pas the mic to next the G
ohno, impossible. cuz that shud be me.


ok i suck i know, blablablablaaa

*passes mic*

Lil' C passed the mic, this must be a disaster, right?
'Cuz when Mike has the mic, he sends heads to the afterlife.
I'm in a league of my own, my seat is a throne.
If we race for pink slips, I'll battle for the deed to your home.
Your feet are so cold, I guess you're getting cold feet.
In one ear and out the other goes everything you ever told me.
I'm a stubborn bastard, I'll roll a dutch like Blasta.
What can I say? When it comes to rap I'm a fucking masta.
So I pass the mic to the next dude to step to the stage.
I'm a hard act to follow, better give a helluva display.

u a hard act to follow,
ima hard pill to swallow,
ima step to the stage wit a mic and a gun
and a blunt, bout to stunt on u cunts so run
hit a nigga from a hundred feet like *buckk*
cali kush got me stuck, i dun give a fuck
money, bicthes and piff this is ma life
ima pass the fuckin mic,like like blunts to cyphe

im fuckin high G n i need a night sleep
cause i might b doin time for my Crime Spree
my lies lead to a timely sentence
stabbed a witness at light speed, for a buldge n they tight jeans
grabbed it from they waist...just to show em the nines reach
my mind's mean...spittin sycotic rhyme skeems
is how the Mic Breath's, it might b my tight steeze
n thats why cat's act like me, n some wana fight me
but im a whitey, so rap 4 me is life dream
but the way im goin at it's like thee, think i might 'B' 'I.G.'

Imma match this mace with a fuckin samurai sword
And cut it in half so this punk dont even matter no more
Who's next to diss in this text who wanna be testin this
cuz I'll make ya jump out of a window like the exorcist
Not the one on the site, he aint parkin these emcees
And Imma give you a display so you'll call me Leonardo Divinci

ayo T- pass the mic, stop hoggin the limelight,
It's spit spit pass, like ditching the nine right,
I rip this so tight, my knuckles are bright white,
Pussys get shook in a fight, I Just Do It like Nike,
Fuck these little dykes, my dick's hard like a pipe,
Like my brotha on Anotha wanking over Ms. Syk,
This crown is not light, a burden from this height,
Crushing down on my neck so I put down the mic...

pick up the micro-phone in this cy-pher and im gone
enlightin' the dumb to fight the plight thats come
from the lack of tact we enact in this rap-shit
speakin of codes and pacts but in fact they fact-less
i am the antithesis fixin it quick-fast like whiplash-is
mastered this craft who gon match it when i pass this....?