Pass The Jinn

Lyrics

[Intro: Cockni O'Dire] 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 Ayo, Dip dip dive so so-a liver Carry ya ice creams, son run ya money and deliver Front never, blood brother or ya space terror A river incase you get it straight Before me have em shook, who seh I move and fuck wit' Cockni don't rep or tend to judge clique This lyric straight up outta auto with nastiness You best confess without trying press some business Ya mother or ya ass Wrote ya broke Come poke Pop joke While i pop chunk i pull back click and FIRE [Verse 1: Everlast] Watch out, bust the style I be kicking I play the geek 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 sagging Science be dropping, thoughts be building My instinct's primal, tapping your spinal I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freaking planet Don't take me for granted, cause my eyes be slanted From the fat bag 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 Doing what we do, so what's the matter with you? [Verse 2: Divine Styler] 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 and riffs I keep the swine cliques dead as with the bodies I lift [Cockni O'Dire] Nuffadiss and nuffadat and nuffadat Who better not (...) You have to tek it back (...) We keepin dem puffin' an puffin claat Boxing with the liver (...) Clickclik, ya hear that? that's ya raas on the spot BOOYACKA, BLATA-KA fucker run faster than that (..) You are go dead (...) Kill man kill, no deeper than box Don't get me ignorant beez I cautious dreadlocks If yuh no live like one blood You are gon' dead in one box [Verse 3: Everlast] 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 Trying to take over and make my soul crossover I'm steady rolling, 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 representing my status Plus I got the baddest, House on the Hill (shit!) My bank account's full, but my Soul's empty still [Verse 4: Divine Styler] Who want get burst from Earth to hearse 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 How's it taste? the 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 [Verse 5: Cockni O'Dire] Big up Cockni's got wicked rhymes! So, no never in my crowd will you hear a loud boo-ah Prouder than bitches that go on like whore-ah Straight from womb Not from the sewer No disrespect money, ya come correct Ain't a pity if mommy make a mother out of a sister Earth, hear that said I cursed and dissed her Yo, baby keep calm Baby don't cry Hope the kid had a mommy so that they stay fly [Bridge: Everlast] 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 be in to win There ain't no need to worry about where I've been If I pass my Jinn, I be in to win I say, put down your juice, pass the Jinn Push up on a skin, I be in to win There ain't no need to worry about where I've been If I pass my Jinn, I be in to win [Verse 6: Divine Styler] Style expansion, ill drills from my mansion Destroy ass emcees, that's glancing and sizing My mental through 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 Nobody getting up from my licking up Niggas is kicking 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