🎵 1, 2 Pass It // by D&D All-Stars

36 Contributors1, 2 Pass It Lyrics The song represents a group of MCs who pass around the mic and each take turns spitting their verses. It reminds one of a cypher, where several MCs pass around a microphone and each take turns freestyling.… Read More  [Verse 1: Mad Lion] Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why Why does a DJ test and he end up die I know, I know, I know, I can't explain My compassion just blow dem brain Who are the man with the gun inna his hand Step up on the scene like Captain Caveman You want the music everybody scream louder Lick pure shot and smell the gun powder [Verse 2: Doug E. Fresh] On and on and on and on... Yo, freestyle flow to make the crowd just go The old to the new, the new to the old {Beatbox} The rhythm be workin' up on me The crowd be jumpin' up for me, the people are waitin' up on me To enter the stage in a rage, Mad Lion's out the cage Now it's time for me to engage, uhh And bear witness, the lyrical fitness The jumps, the dives, the leaps, are you gettin' this? Next to step up, microphone check up KRS-ONE, so come and get your wreck up [Verse 3: KRS-ONE] Our mother who art in Heaven Number seven is the weapon With the God, yes, I'm steppin' Lyrically I'm never beggin', you know I'm the difference between indo and oregano Imagine how fresh I am now, I made these lyrics up a year ago So, report back it was fat, fit, all that, quick Pump that, drop the S-hit, I'm lyrically physically fit Catch me buggin' on the mic, every day and every night Every hour, every second, man, it don't stop, get it, get it Yes, admit it when I'm way up in it You can't hide 'cause my radar's goin' bibip bibip bibip I reside in the watchtower, watchin' MCs land Your career will be as short as my part in "Who's The Man" Goddamn, I'm the pinnacle, yes, the metaphysical Come to you as the rap god of lyrical syllable Fall to your knees, bring fruit, ask advice Put your rhymes on the altar, burn 'em as a sacrifice The aroma reaches up to my nostril, I get hostile Your lyrics are stiff like David Koppel Yes, Premier rocks the track on time KRS-ONE with off of the top of the head rhyme Yeah, Fat Joe, you know you gotta flow My man Doug E Fresh down with the one called KRS We got the mad MCs up in the D&D I'm out, G [Verse 4: Fat Joe] Yeah! Motherfuckers know who's the best If it ain't Fat Joe, then it must be Lord Finesse Think not? Then show what you got But don't grab this mic, the shit's too hot I'm the born killer, nigga from the Bronx Rappers talk shit but there's really no comp Bring it on if you think you can hang And if not, then let me do my thing Yeah, so Smif-n-Wessun if you're down with me Represent one time on the M-I-C [Verse 5: Smif-n-Wessun] Mr. Ripper, get your gear and prepare for war Mr. Vickster, you ain't gotta tell me no more 'Cause what I see on the daily deals with reality So, come follow we on this journey Through Brooklyn Where the crooks dwell in the projects overlookin' In the form of the streets, you know them well Bet your ass this grass is greener Than a 20 sack of sensimila bought straight from Medina You know the vibe when Smif-n-Wessun twist up the Thai Peace to my people in the Ville, peace to my heads in the Stuy We do or die, we test your stamina So, any challenger, we pass the motherfucker off to the Damaja [Verse 6: Jeru the Damaja] Super scientifical madness My status is the baddest every time I bless the apparatus You wish to take me out, so you study Meanwhile my clothes, mics and foes are left bloody Cruddy, filthy from the ground on up When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready Rain on competition like razor sharp confetti Kung Fu techniques from the perverted monastery Sifu Ru manipulates the microphone And rhymes like bullets penetrate your zone See, we bring more drama than Kevin Costner No, I'm not Jamaican, but, yes, I'm a Rasta