YoungBlack
Hey its pass the mic part
three/ so keep it straight you
know what pass that shit back to
me/ I'ma keep goin' heres some shit to
all ways remember about a WF CO
Gangsta Homie/ I don't like to react to violent
shit like poppin' gats an' swingin' bats but its
the way to go/ but yall probaly don't uderstand
my mantallitly thats right but I'ma let yall really
know/ about that.....I come around the corna creepin'
up ta house tappin' on the small hole then you come
check now theres a whole window/ all over
ya clothes or I'll catch you in the club dancin/.......wiat my bad its
not supposed to beef but hey I'm just sendin'
yall a little warnin'/
one, two, pass tha mic part three, make ya leave ya block lyke a deportee// yu see me on ma block ye cant deport me, ima b here wit ma glock n me for-tee// i heard all ya raps they jus bore me, it aint ma fault im fly, all tha gurls adore me// they get off they phat ass n dey do shit for me, check underneath ma couch thats where tha samurai swords be// i dun left for sum tyme had a accident, i went to a beach got caught at a rap event// i musta had a angel that was heaven sent, cus ma ass almost died dat nyte, ima represent// ma boi had beef backed em to tha fullest, it was bare knuckles no one had to pull it// i came to tha man 10 years more den ma age, beat his ass sidewayz lyke he got hit wit da gauge// couldnt beleive maself i was lost in ma rage, one punch straight to his jaw left em dazed// boydem hit tha spot told me stand rite dere, they say damn im suprised dat he jus fite fair// they kno dat i heat ya head up near ya hair, put nuttin but blonde on dat shit u wear// dey turned dere heads for a second n i dipped tha next day, i was safe cus i was off tha beach tha next day// thot i could lay low till ma ride had got me, but das wen i seen in tha corner of my eye tha guy that faught me// problem was i was alone n i had 12 mans, dey caught me felt lyke i got hit wit sumthin lyke 12 vanz// extendable to ma forehead, eye n ma jaw, cops came to tha hospital sayin tell tha law// snitchin aint for me so i kept ma mouth shut, jaw was cracked twice had to get ma jaw shut// lucky for me no wires jus cant talk alot, but damn it sucked wen i tried to eat dat cheese bread i baught// das ma story now i got stiches n a black eye, i flip it up n down watch how fast tha crack fly// im reachin tha beach again on tha week of canada day, ima bring dis kids picture n ima hand it away// i hope i dont find em cus i jus got a new wife, i dont wanna have sentencing so they can take away 2 lifes// but word to ma mom i never been beat lyke dat, 12 on 1 homie, it shouldnt happen lyke dat// i wish i had ma buddy so i could heat dey ass up, they said settle down man i wanna blast up// so im out to bed cus tha meds iz intense, gotta b up tmrw make ma dollaz n centz!!
...Tru story, wasaga beach May 2006. Dunbarton manz are soft as fuck n ima git at yu!!! ma girl wasnt happy to see me try n take all twelve yall by ma lonesome while i made her run. You lucky i hadnt had ma shyt on me, Game over, i styl push work from tha a.m to tha p.m, dis kid got beef ima SPRAY EM WEN I SEE EM!!!
ok im putting my beef to bed on this i dont have time for it.....
im putting my beef down/ cause i aint no clown/ im here to get things done now/ im representing trip--set and D.C my town/ ok now u no who the king so pass the crown/ i was on part two now im on part three, pass the mic around/ letsbeef is about the battle but i aint/ just making me walk and be sick or faint/ if i had a picture in my head my lyrics are my paint/ coming to beef i aint no saint but itz time to show some constraint/ i aint turning like pastor mase/ cause if i ever turned that way i'd lay dead on my face/ oh yes i'd rather die than be a betrayer/ i'd rather die than be a slave dam i aint no obeyer/ im still and emcee slayer/ and im still pimping hoes and continue to be a player/ and thatz as long as im living/ i like my style cause my technique is god giving/ to my rhyme u are forbidden/ another emcee would having to kill me before itz bitten/ everything in life i got i deserved to be getting/ every time i start beef i do my own and it was written.........
pass the mic to the right, cause i'm done beefing tonite in these petty fist fights//cause in reality, we as poets, emcees,artists,n femcees are expressing ourselves alike//no need for confrontation; let's take it back when we where relaxing under one cultural nation//born beatiful creations from god, we were the foundation, schooling teachers wit our street education//now we writing in compostions becoming better musicians,going through transitions trying to get recognition//let's go back to following traditions like it was our mission n continuing to live life,trying to find its definition//so instead of worrying about these herbs, lets flow on some real verbs, and use the streets to write some shit that's really disturbed//
pass the mike rite cause i know i got what it takes to rock the mic ritttteee//
and i know yall nigga cant rap yall more like singez//
and you cant compete wit me im in a dirrent world and i rocked you gurl world//
now ima pass the mike to my homies and let them show you how it can be done//
Yo pass the mic to me cause I got the baddest flow
then I'll pass the shit back to myself so yall can get a double dose
I'll kill you then thrown you in the river to see if dead men really float
Yo ass will choke if you use my lines and don't remember the "quotes"
Nigga I'm so dope, I open my mouth you niggas get high
Every women opens wide when I pull down my fly
Why would I lie, why should I everyword is the truth
When they say god is good nigga I'm liven proof
Ima leader not a follower that's why I'm startin a crew
Anybody that is interested try-outs are comin soon
I'm a monster nigga I'll consume you sendin your ass to your doom
Then like a blunt pass the mic and let it be ripped by every fool in the room
know who I am on the block you don't wanna fuck wit me
Cause that's wat Traffik is known for causin chaos in the streets (Get it)
Fuck Yung Joc nigga its goin down right here tonight
Cause it's only gone get better when I pass da mic
Everybody knows i rap alright/I can rap all night/Bitch, its your turn to pass-tha-mic/
I shoot accurately, my shots will graze ya/My raps are stable/My raps'll take you/To another dimension, then they'll rape you/I can pass anyone's skill, at least i'm probably able/Oh, I forgot we're playing pass the mic like hot-potato/
When its your turn to spit, please don't run/Cuz if you do, you dont rap and thats no fun/If you do, i'll leave you crippled like a really old plum/Fuck this game, it was aight, but now i'm done
pass da mic 2 wanza da young flame spitta
cause my bars and punchlines iz serious like a 1 hitta quitta
and dont get in da ring wit me, after u do yo record will be 0 and 33
its not even a fair fight, and tonight im lay da pipe
2 ya girl, den steal all da shit u brought 4 her even da pearls
man im a fucken mess, and i dont carry a vest cause im strong i mean in da chest
but i dont even benchpress,
Cypher started: June 3rd 2006 at 18:59
yo this was clean yall but look out for the fourth exclusvie Pass the Mic for only the best! Posted on: 2006-06-22 08:16:41