Pass The Jinn

Aight aight aight woah woah yo

Thissa war yuh hear now nar what I'm saying?

This a O, O and in the middle of the O is a T

And in that T is a serial shit there (lay the fuck down) haha

Rock on

Real bumbaclot

Ragga bloodclot muffin in this bass sound

So-ah so ah

Dip dip dive so so-a liver

Carry ya ice creams, son run ya money and ya liver

Front never, blood brother or ya space terror

A river incase you get it straight

Before me have 'em shook, who seh I never fuck wit'

Cockni don't rev who i never judge quick

This lyric straight up outta auto with nastiness

You best confess without trying to press some business

Ya mother or ya ass

Wrote ya broke come vote pop joke

While i pop chunk i pull back the lever and fire

Watch out, bust the style I be kickin'

I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken

I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins

Return of my dragon, pants be saggin'

Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin'

My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal

I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet

Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted

From the phat back of blade, I must consume

'Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom

So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew

Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you

Now the west can be wild

And the south can keep it hot

The north will be the spot for the criminals and whatnot

But the east coast sets the most irate styles

The east coast sunning all bitch profiles

Yo relax that shit, I murder abstract myth

My mathematics be the fifth, power refines gifts

All been born to the divine stylists

My killa rhyme klik tastes mics with ruckus n riffs

I keep the swine clicks as they defy with the bodies I lift (Enough)

Nuffadissnuffadatandnuffadat

Who better not (??)

You have to tek it back

We keepin puffin' an puffin claat

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Clickclick, ya hear that? that's ya raas on the spot

Booyacka, blata-ka fucker run faster than that

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Kill man kill, no deeper than box

Don't get me ignorant, I cautious dreadlocks

If yuh no live like one blood, you are gon' dead in one box

I bow my head to the east five times a day

I put my face in the dirt every time I pray

To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's

Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover

I'm steady rollin' with my head fucked up

'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts

And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest

The black 850 representin' my status

Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill (Shit)

My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still

Who want get burst from earth to hearst to dust?

My motley crew will move them more straight now fix on plush

Honeys blush WHAT, my mechanism ray-beam

Steam Novocaine, supreme Novocaine

Numb niggas get the shivers when I snap the vein

I sniff styles over mirror and blows my membrane, uh

(??) the case I glaze and I froze on

A b-boy stance, I'm getting my rose on

Blitz unsurpassable and getting my doze on

Hallucinating bitches and they ripping my clothes off (BIG UP!)

Cockni's got wicked rhymes

So, no never in my crowd will hear a loud, boo-ah

Prouder than bitches that run like a whoo-ah

Straight from the womb, not from the sewer

No disrespect, money ya come correct

In a bitty, he'll probably make a mother out of a sister

Hear that I cursed and dissed her

Baby be calm (Calm), baby don't cry (Cry)

Hope the kid had a mommy so they stay fly

I said take me to your House of Pain

See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane

So put down your juice, pass your jinn

Push up on a skin, I begin to win

There ain't, no need to worry about where I've been

If I pass my jinn I begin to win

I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn

Push up on a skin I begin to win

There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where I've been

If I pass my jinn I begin to win

Style expansion, ill drills from my mansion

Destroy ass emcees, thats glancing and sizing

My mental thru my pencil, be making biting exciting

Test my novacaine writings and sketch my auras

They be wet like the ocean

They get cut off my crows

Frontin' invading my motion

Suckers blowing me like hoes

Because they on my balls

But I kick the livest saliva

When I got the mic control

Divine style, the hold up

Shit like it's a stick up

Ain't nobody gettin' up from my lickin' up

Niggas is kickin' up

You wind up vic'd up

From slipping my mission

Is all in ya ass you young motherfuckers respect my past

So who on next, uh, come represent this session

Tryna manifest my true circumference weapon