The Mic Pass

[Verse 1]
Writing on a constellation, move without hesitation
If you want a tip, I advise you not to keep me waiting
Sorry for the inconvenience, don’t get smart like a genius
Never sold drugs but my words trap to Venus
I spit the crack heart attack
But I won’t break my mama’s back
By the sack if you don’t hurry and get my quarter back
I ask Joe but I don’t pick the black ‘cause I don’t need the blow
It’s that flow that gotta ask you why we sleeping on him fo’?
Wake ‘em up like Folgers, I’m stronger than mountain boulders
‘bout to shake the nation, got the universe on my shoulder
Darth Vader with a lightsaber to your capers and
Blew got them fat lines like wide rule paper
But I keep going going going, they say, “No don’t stop”
Y’all just fake images put together like photoshop
Half but I had that, running at the halfback
Don’t get it mixed up like half white and half black

[Verse 2, Emjae Verses]
Hey yo I break jaws, you break laws
I smoke shells, you break hard
Move when I pray Lord, you lose ‘cause you fake hard
Giving them funny looks, and I’ma take your face off
‘cause I don’t play soft
Take you to hell and blow the gates off
Smack your hate off like Adolf behind the eight ball
Them jokers who jealous’ll be the ones who love to hate, boss
Get they fate tossed ‘cause Emjae is known to play hard
I bit my race card and chase y’all without the place, y’all
You best stay far, I ask God why did he make y’all
My level of rhyming is that of a vagina [?]
With enough force to crush a cave of colon to a diamond
The mountains I’m climbing, so I keep divine timing
Armor All type of buddy, I stay shining

[Verse 3, Brian Flores]
Ring the alarm, I’m straight off the farm
Florence tan in a charm that keep one on my arm
I’m country as a barn but I spit like the spawn of Shawn
Before Reasonable Doubt in his house wearing long johns
I can let the song run but I’ma let it flow
Like Barry Bonds on a streak hitting long bombs
Han Solo, no Polow Da Don
It’s just me and God taking the game beyond where y'all can’t go though
I’ve been giving this instinct through pen ink
To say bye bye to all the haters like Nsync
Rappers acting hard, biting artists that already suck
Originality’s gone, you better off giving up
But who am I to judge? I don’t hold a grudge
I’m living good like Weezy ‘long as I’m moving up
I’ve grown up, learned not to talk as much
Keep my mouth shut and let my actions show ‘em what’s up