Pass da Mic (remix)

[VERSE 1: Qur'an] I strike back with the mic -and track- When it comes to drums it's like I hyper-react My mind starts to generate words that penetrate Then I eliminate suckers who imitate Once again I reveal the skill Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal It doesn't matter hardcore or commercial I'm universal, - rehearsal The name's Qur'an, consider me a brighter man I'm climbin charts like Spiderman A legend in my own time with the microphone I'm One of the world's most electrifyin - I dust MC's like a A&C So sit back and let this young mans peak Sorry suckers, take a hike But for now I'ma pass the mic [VERSE 2: Tarik] Honeydips flip cause they know I'm well equipped They drop they bottom lip, then they start to unzip The XYZ but I ain't down with HIV So I keep my j-i-double m-y In my backpocket just in case I wanna knock it When it comes to this I'm sure that I can rock it Once the mic's passed to me each line has to be Perfectly fitted cause wack ain't permitted In my format, no, I ain't for that Forget it, you can't get with it, hit the door, black It's time to get props, so check it out, hops I'm on the road to success and I ain't makin no stops My style's vernacular, some call it spectacular - my mic I be smackin ya Right about now I'm doin just what I like My time's up, so I'ma pass the mic [VERSE 3: Taji] Yo, I'm stable, unable to get on a weak label You still be home writin watchin me on cable Steppin to me, yo, you're bound to take a fall I put you in a pocket like an eightball I'm gettin paid for my performance on stage You still be - makin minimum wage You - Breakin your neck for a petty little check You can't complain to restrain my career - somethin - and make things clear You beat me, yo, your chances are very low Now you should know that I'm a pro at this Each time I write a rhyme consider it a hit You little budget MC, your pockets stay on E Right now I'm about to take flight So I'm gonna pass the mic [VERSE 4: Mentally Gifted] Here's a quick flashback by me on the last track Get a whiff of this, you won't want none of your cash back Continuous flavor, I always seem to set you straight You heard so many wack songs, I couldn't let you wait Another minute, better yet another second Cause once I give 'em 1-2 check you know the brother's wreckin So put me in the books, one of the best who did it I'm the top soloist, all the rest should quit it Ain't nothin to it, I'ma do it like I'm hittin skins And at the same time you can believe I'm gettin ends I catch fits cause it gets irritative when Suckers act like they got a creative pen But they don't, so they need to just settle down Because it's time to put my foot on the pedal now Some suckers thought I really couldn't do it right But for now I'm gonna pass the mic