8-bza, Imaginary Friend, Ras Kass - Hand It Over lyrics

Call me Bizzy Deniro or 8 Stallone
Eye of the tiger on mics
Flowing with sight beyond sight
Obey me like Sprite or Mister Sickness
Influenza that's contageous outrageous
I shouldn't
But you couldn't match trying to say this!
Cadence of ancients
While times are forever shapeshifting
Jammed in reverse pull up the hearse
Time for casket lifting you absent witted
I'm acid spitting souls are frigid
You better off with Activision no games
Out of order the mic's out of quarters
So as for hip hop you could say I'm all
For closing the boarders
I'm an eligible bachelor
So lock up your daughters we stay fly
Why you think they make them giant swatters
Killa? You fools are Powerpuff
Garbage truck wack as fuck!
If I was a coach believe you me
I'd have to cut! At least a buck
You ain't even worth 50 more
Cause you don't know thing one 'bout treating
The mic like a filthy whore, sucka!


Hand over the mic! Garbage on the mic while
Other fools can't manage
Hand over the mic-rophone! Locked
Loaded ready to roll!
Hand over the mic! Garbage on the mic while
Other fools can't manage hand over the mic!
Hand over the mic-rophone! Oh yeah!
IT'S OVER!

Call me Razzy Dustin hoffman
Dusting off men often Austin
Fucking awesome spit coffins
Fill them with a legion of
Rappers and leave ophans
For Madonna and Angelina
To adopt and get abortions
Source of distortion
I can offer you this portion i'm a Horseman
Y'all kids just Mighty Morphin' heavy bars
A new demon to fight with my mic's Mike Vick
Dog yo ass electrocute my bitch!
Huh! Hit him so hard
He can't feel time tick
And y'all coughing up the
Rock like a Heimlich
So tell the world they need to
Get up on my shit and all you niggas need to
Get off of my dick!
Sort of reminds me of equality
Y'all just ain't there me against you homie?
That just ain't fair
My werewolf fang's stuck in a lame duck
You get ate the fuck up like Wolfgang Puck!


Hand over the mic! Garbage on the mic while
Other fools can't manage
Hand over the mic-rophone! Locked
Loaded ready to roll!
Hand over the mic! Garbage on the mic while
Other fools can't manage hand over the mic!
Hand over the mic-rophone! Oh yeah!
IT'S OVER!

The pathogen and the Waterproof MC
Slaughter booth structures
If you ain't helping you harming
But you ain't alarming
We spit flames for the few of you
Out there still caring 'bout shit
And y'all ignorant drones
I pray to god you get a scare out of it
I got a pulse so hip hop is still living
Still giving the ill rhythm
It's just some fools ain't listening
Evolution is key but they just regressing
Only when they bankrupt
They really learn a lesson!
Ras - you down to make
Them all rethink their professions?

If they don't learn I guess
We just gon' start beheading like PE said
It's gonna be bedlam
Taking their severed heads and straight
Jamming them in their rectum
You wanna speak ill of all
Of the god's endeavors
But your lineup's more fuckededed up
Than a barber with tremors
I gotta end it there before
It gets too brutal but you know
And I know that it's just business as usual
WHAT!

Mad Max the Merciless the Waterproof MC