Lawrence Goodman - Pa** da Mic lyrics

[ 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 s**ers who imitate Once again I reveal the sk** Money's growin' like gra** with the ma** appeal It doesn't matter hardcore or commercial I'm universal, this set 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 homie I dust MC's off like a antiques So sit back and let this young man speak Sorry s**ers, take a hike But for now I'mma pa** the mic Pa** the mic yo, pa** the mic (x3) Yo Tarik, why don't you grab the mic? [VERSE 2: Tarik] I come to wiggity wiggity rip the rhyme Again again again I go for what I know More ready then I ever been My rhymes luck against you all because It gets wicked never coming off soft So we could kick it I'm slicker quicker with The vocals, my pocket stay thicker than bifocals So here's a telescope if you can't tell its dope You put your hand in the spot naw I mean To tell you nope Coming with more hits than Lorence Socks No more those bored wacks or dreadlocks So take notes to every move I'm making cause Rick Gz a definitely get your booty shaking Ripping them up throwing them down Groomed as a pound with a hardcore sound Right about now I'm doin just what I like My time's up, so I'ma pa** the mic Pa** the mic yo, pa** the mic (x3) Yo Taji, why don't you grab the mic [VERSE 3: Taji] I'm known to wiggity rip, rip the rhyme Like jack the ripper Slick So I get slighty slicker I got more juice than Citrus so s**as can't get with this I ring more bells than a jehovahs witness somebody Said I went out like a grape I wouldn't hurt you physically, I hurt you I hurt you on tape, sit back, realax and just chill Cause I'm about to give you the definition of the Real deal My name's Taji time to release my ground, for Everyone standing time to get on down, then you wonder How the heck I'm on stage, ripping up the scene just like the 12 gauge Then let me flip , then rip, and turn the page plus I get kissed very dope for my age Right now I'm about to take flight So I'm gonna pa** the mic Pa** the mic yo, pa** the mic (x3) Mentally Gifted, why don't you grab 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'mma 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 s**ers 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 s**ers thought I really couldn't do it right But for now I'm gonna pa** the mic