DJ Kay Slay, Redman, Raekwon, Bun B, Saigon - Pass The Mic lyrics

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

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

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

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

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 hit's
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 BI 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 TMT, nigga

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

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?

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