Pass the Mic - Coops, Leaf Dog, Fliptrix

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