Pass Da Mic
Yo pass me the mic
I'ma hold it down for the night
My soul about to take flight
As it binds to the words that I write
With the sight of a blind monk
Puffing ganja
Like the Rastas
Giving praise to the most high Jah Jah
As I try to alleviate the hate
With these mantras
Medicate to forget the past
I'm watching demons as they spazz
Preacher begging me to go to mass
But I'll pass
Like we hitting rotations and I ain't trying camp
Cuz that's some bad karma
But I'm the man
Bitch I'm the man
Said I'm the man
Ugh Yeah
Said I'm the man
I got this pen and the pad
In my hand playing pretend
Trying mend my shattered soul
Looking for a friend
That'll ride till the end
Don't run from the feds
Just dispense this lead
Aim for the head
Or else you is surely dead
They gone blame it on melanin
Within your skin
They claiming its a sin
But your innocent
Why the government so corrupt
They don't give a fuck about us
No not you not me
They the enemy
Gotta sip on some Hennessy
Plant me a Mary tree
Roll up some earthly greens
Inhale them medically
Now I'm feeling heavenly
My energy at peace
The third eye as it peaks
The prophet as he speaks
The teaches as he teaches
All these motherfucker leaches
Trying to cling to the hatred of the Matrix
I found greatness in the basement
With makeshift microphones
Whenever I was home alone
Ive been alone for so long
Just gripping on this bong
Trying to record these fucking songs
I'm up from dusk to dawn
Making moves like a Don
Hoping to carry on and blow up like a bomb
Call me Saddam Hussein
You know my shit bang
Like Cobain
It's Nirvana running through the fucking veins
And I think I'm seeing things
I'm about to blow my brain
And I hope I don't reincarnate
Right back to this fucking place
That's a mistake
Why niggas gotta hate
I ain't even drop a mixtape
But the rent late
Gotta show these niggas how to come up on the first place
Running through every base
Keeping up a steady pace
Make sure they see my face
When I hit them with that checkmate
Now I've sealed their fate
With the mudra
So wassup who wanna run up
Keep them things tucked
Go to war like King Tut
I dont give a fuck
I'll be quick to bust with the sawed off
Hell nah there go all my karma
Might as well blow it all off
Claiming it was in the name of Allah
I've been reading the Kabbalah
Stacking up all them dollars
Why you think your bitch is so quick to holla
Dawg I'm trying to be sovereign
But this wicked nation is ran by crooked goblins
That gobbled the land and enslaved all the man
What a sinister plan
God damn
I'ma hold it down for the night
My soul about to take flight
As it binds to the words that I write
With the sight of a blind monk
Puffing ganja
Like the Rastas
Giving praise to the most high Jah Jah
As I try to alleviate the hate
With these mantras
Medicate to forget the past
I'm watching demons as they spazz
Preacher begging me to go to mass
But I'll pass
Like we hitting rotations and I ain't trying camp
Cuz that's some bad karma
But I'm the man
Bitch I'm the man
Said I'm the man
Ugh Yeah
Said I'm the man
I got this pen and the pad
In my hand playing pretend
Trying mend my shattered soul
Looking for a friend
That'll ride till the end
Don't run from the feds
Just dispense this lead
Aim for the head
Or else you is surely dead
They gone blame it on melanin
Within your skin
They claiming its a sin
But your innocent
Why the government so corrupt
They don't give a fuck about us
No not you not me
They the enemy
Gotta sip on some Hennessy
Plant me a Mary tree
Roll up some earthly greens
Inhale them medically
Now I'm feeling heavenly
My energy at peace
The third eye as it peaks
The prophet as he speaks
The teaches as he teaches
All these motherfucker leaches
Trying to cling to the hatred of the Matrix
I found greatness in the basement
With makeshift microphones
Whenever I was home alone
Ive been alone for so long
Just gripping on this bong
Trying to record these fucking songs
I'm up from dusk to dawn
Making moves like a Don
Hoping to carry on and blow up like a bomb
Call me Saddam Hussein
You know my shit bang
Like Cobain
It's Nirvana running through the fucking veins
And I think I'm seeing things
I'm about to blow my brain
And I hope I don't reincarnate
Right back to this fucking place
That's a mistake
Why niggas gotta hate
I ain't even drop a mixtape
But the rent late
Gotta show these niggas how to come up on the first place
Running through every base
Keeping up a steady pace
Make sure they see my face
When I hit them with that checkmate
Now I've sealed their fate
With the mudra
So wassup who wanna run up
Keep them things tucked
Go to war like King Tut
I dont give a fuck
I'll be quick to bust with the sawed off
Hell nah there go all my karma
Might as well blow it all off
Claiming it was in the name of Allah
I've been reading the Kabbalah
Stacking up all them dollars
Why you think your bitch is so quick to holla
Dawg I'm trying to be sovereign
But this wicked nation is ran by crooked goblins
That gobbled the land and enslaved all the man
What a sinister plan
God damn
Credits
Writer(s): Jesús Mesa
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