Pass da Mic Da Youngsta's (Ft. Mentally Gifted)

[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, this says rehearsal
The name's Qur'an, consider me a brighter man
I'm climbin' charts like Spider-Man
A legend in my own time, with the microphone I'm
One of the world's most electrifyin' hosts
I dust MCs off like an antique
So, sit back and let this young man speak
Sorry suckers take a hike
But for now, I'ma pass the mic

[Chorus]
Pass the mic, yo, pass the mic!
Pass the mic, yo, pass the mic!
Pass the mic, yo, pass the mic!
Yo, Tarik, why don't you grab the mic?

[Verse 2: Tarik]
I come to riggidy riggidy rip the rhyme, again and again and again
I go for what I know, more ready then I ever been
My rhymes luck against you all because it gets wicked
Never comin' 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 it's dope
You put your hand in my spot? Nah, I'm here to tell you nope
Comin' with more hits than The Red Sox
No, I don't smoke blacks or dreadlocks
So, take notes to every move I'm makin'
'Cause Rick Gz'll definitely get your booty shakin'
Rippin' 'em up, throwin' 'em down
Groomed pound for pound with a hardcore sound
Right about now, I'm doin' just what I like
My time's up, so I'ma pass the mic