Pass It Off (Shyheim)

Yeah!! Pass it off I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip) Pass it off and move back (I'm reachin in my napsack) Pass it off I wanna flip (Let me show you how) Pass it off then buck for Staten Isle My style is mad funky, gots to show the funk Don't need a girl who be traps like a ho Which means I'm baggin bitches, my rhymes is gettin fatter I dropped a lyrical bomb, y'all seem to scatter You talk and chit chatter, it really don't matter I'm too cold to hold and badder than the Mad Hatter I'm a basketcase like the man with the chainsaw Underground sounds that I rip from the core The superfly, funktastic, never took a loss Cause I chose to burn competition like a torch Got a short fuse, when I'm lit I'm outta touch I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud Missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol You beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now that's a riddle I like to keep my style pumpin on the regular I'm the man, takin calls like I'm on a cellular I pack the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggage On one hand I'm rough and on the other hand I'm rugged Pass it off to the right so I can flip kid Shorty wildstyle, not for that old ill shit Wu-Tang slang I'm puttin in your brain You don't want it, they don't want it, niggaz don't want it Don't flex boy because my shit is real I'm sendin chills through your body like my man Evander Holyfield (oooh) Everyday is get rough out in my town That's Staple-town Every other day a body's found, yo Got mad stacks, don't even move kid I'm strapped Tez got mad stacks inside his napsack Here's a warning, I gets my meth and my forty and gets lifted And fly in the sky like Mike Jordan Now here we go, I'm back for mo' check the flow Up from the Down Low as I wreck the show Cause niggaz is borin, ohh you got me yawnin You come and go easy like a Sunday mornin Pass the method, I wanna get blunted That's how I knew Wu-Tang slang was what you wanted So I brung it, pass the mic, watch me tongue it Now you done it Tried to flip then you fronted Well I'm a bad little bastard how can you ask it Many tried to flip and stick but got blasted And dropkicked by a nigga that's mad sick and wicked Got more skins than a click kid A rebel that switch his level just like a devil For those who rock heavy metal I bash you with a shovel Cause me and my boys make noise up and down the block I rocks and rocks get hot and blow up the spot Cause my styles is buckwild and it shakes the ground With a fat sound that funk like James Brown I hope you listen cause I wasn't babblin no mission A blank eye then run outta ammunition On your ass real fast, no second thoughts you get blasted So heed the words from the bad little bastard [Chorus x2]