Artist: Chi-King
Album:  Rollin' Aces: Chamber of the Lost Child
Song:   Pass the Mic (Premix)
Typed by: pneumatic

[Intro: Chi-King]
Chi-King exclusive, What up
This-This one right here is just to wake the streets up
(Yo Twelve what up) We Gonna wake yall up
Once they up they stayin. (Murdie what up)

[Chi-King]
Yo, Said this the shut down, I comin live outta buck town
I rock hard like the ground when I get down
Big up to my Zu blood kin, They hold the streets now
We bringin beef like a big brown cow
I said Kung Pow pussy teriyaki suckers bow down
Chi is the king yo, I'm holdin the crown
Get you high up from the standin, Hold the weight by the pound
Said laughin ass haters can't do nothin but frown
Six million ways to die dog, I'm killin the sound
This is worldwide fans, Hustle hard for my seed
Co-D's in this hip hop beast, This what the streets made me be
But now I'm glad with the pain
Cause even with my eyes wide shut I see yo
Now let me take you to a higher degree
Feel the force that's the meanin of Chi, I'm kinda feelin like E
I'm stingin niggas, Yeah it's killer to bee, Come on

[Chorus 2X: Chi-King]
We might just be, A little past your time
I think you got it past your mind, Cause
We don't wanna hear that bullshit, (Pass the mic son)
We don't wanna hear that bullshit, (Pass the mic son)

[Chi-King]
Yo, Remember the sound of the crowd when Biggie tunnel
That's the sound of New York
And when the real niggas love you remember the sound of the club
When Shyne and Puff, Guns go off, (Motherfucka)
Niggas there's no love, Said this rap game aint what it seem
Artists get signed, Bust shots, Now they locked in a bing
I said my nights full of nightmares
Because they shot my one brother with a dream
I do it for the team, Hip hop can't be dead
Cause it's livin in we, And through the speakin yo we give it to you
Breathen breath to the ears of the youth
You wack rappers like Lincoln, Yo they get shot for the booth
Chi-King son I'm spittin the truth, And bring the crown back
(Come on) New York baby, (Yeah) That's where it's at

[Interlude: Chi-King]
Yeah, Darko on the track, You killed it baby
New York, LA, Let's go, Come on

[Chorus to fade]