Mr. Porter - 15.Pa** Da Mic lyrics

[Intro] [Verse: Big O & T.Y.C] One time, one time , MC' Inspiration be my sis them, when the chronic in my system pa** da mic first so could burst like a bubble B-I-G and T-Y-C yo you know You in trouble it ain't nothing but a S thing baby, LDN we strugglin it's crazy pa** da mic Like we pa** the lye, pastor I swear I'm blessed on the mic, I write the type of rhymes bite, in a fight heading for your dome MC's get the point ice cream cone You MC's is softer than ice cream though suffer die slow, you can't handle mic phones beggin me to bless it, similar to your girl she beggin me to s** it O who am I to sheg it? [Hook: Big O & T.Y.C) Woah word, yo son Who the f** Pa**ed him da mic, told him he could flow point em out yo we wanna know, who da f** pa**ed em da mic And said that they could flow point em out yo we wanna know, say who the f** pa**ed em da mic and said that they could flow Point em out yo we wanna know, T who the f** pa**ed em da mic and said the they could flow point em out yo we wanna know Who-who the f** pa**ed you the mic and said that you could flow point em out b**h we wanna know who the f** pa**ed you da mic? [Verse 2: Big O] Yo uh My verbal inferno yo I'm hotter than Dante I am the devil not the smithy 8 MC's in a cypher, 2 defeated, 2 whack, one couldn't really flow and one was kicked out the door, who's left? The grandson of Rakim, I bring you the 7 MC's theory I am space not your usual suspect cause I'm black on both sides, it's been one for all since I was a brand nu bian, being new who ill spit in his roots like G Rap Kool eye the shots when them guns lick at you, with the words that make the earth swallow the sun catch up Wiley I'm too fast for you son, so I over shadow him who is he? He is I and I am him, verbally mystical, physical irresistible, MC's that could step to me really their's a minimal, wrestled d**h and tomb-stoned it in a coffin, flow so breezy why you think these MC's coughing, if I ain't grab the mic could I make the deniro in a taxi, fresh prince know I been pursuing happiness in this pen and paper so they don't tax me, fell in love with Mary Kate little did I know that's Ashley, I got a slim chance with no proof that I'm shady, platinum CD's is the aftermath, after math you can see the tongue and mic chemistry, we infinite yo who the f** pa**ed you the mic [Verse 3: T.Y.C] I'm a villain k**ing, let the king in the rythm I'm feeling flipping rappers and tripping actors, trip ex yo whole rhyme book every line a mistake I'll take the mic, strike your air pipe and now the crowd getting hype black I attack even on a calm track, alarm that fool tell him times up, I get buck you get stuck in a sticky situation honeys buzzin flying to bears to share shares that they took from you hooks on you and if you sing bing'll search for you true that God instead I picked up the mic lime light turn brothers I devour instrumentals my mental mends all Trifle but still sweet writtens I got dessert I burp after a meal chill with this pen I write my will so even when I lay still I'll still be steel with a flow you can't steal Struggle since 96 foreala pa** me da mic so I can school you alright