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Rapping for this shit I'm a fiend
I swear Inside the womb
I had in rap in my bloodstream
Cause I can't quit this shit
Days go by when I just don't spit
I'm

to change the pitch
Arrange the pits I'll get the kerosene and we'll contain the glitch
A spindle in the main condensers shifted what the range has flipped

loosely
Only you and God know who hit by the Uzi you aim
You Baking Soda fake this is real cocaine
I maintain 'cause of passion and pain
Lookin' in

The prejudice
Held against another
For taking the life he sought after

Lust
The appetite for desires
The passion to seek
One's own dreams
The determination

Did it
Did it
360 degrees

Hated by many
But on the real
Only loved by a few
Discovering proof
You ain't playing right
These brothers ain't tru

power 
But the cup of responsibility stays dry and the mug of indifference
Keeps getting filled to the brim
Blinded by desire for control they never

your passion had to stay a hobby
Did you sell your soul for a life by an office desk
I never know when to quit, but I stand on my last legs
I grow

what's left unsaid
A fractured empathetic pit of embrace
Infinity flying up to your face

Cause there's no shadow where you are
All these lamp posts I walk

Na na na 

Well I pull up to the bank my crew looking like slipknot 
No face no case no trace I slip not 
All them doors that been locked a pit stop

playing with now 'til the
End of the night
Surrounded by fire, the passion ignites
A hit of that Heaven and Hell
A Helluva high!

I'm addicted

to the crowds
Go bet all your chips, bitch
I'll rake in the pile
Making a killing like I put the dagger inside of the victim
And brought up attention by calling

you ever compare someone dressed to those hanging by threads
Niggas weary/wary

Took me a seconds
To get out my head
Jump in my skin
I'm my own

The leaders of christianity gathered to celebrate the ancient rite of the call to arms
Kingdoms ended up overshadowed by the eastern hunger
The Holy

not the one to take em off 
Safe to say I’m Cut from a different cloth 
All that hard work now it’s paying off 
All that passion I can’t turn it off

Music is powerful man
It speaks to a primal pit in our brains
It makes anyone wanna get up and get their knees goin'
Gotta get 'em pumpin', pumpin',

time in a blend is the feel I'm matching
Take on this weight cuz I need to get some action
I can't relate with the way they seeking passion
Far away from

Once again I'm running non-stop
Knowing every pit and every slope
I keep on hopping and stomping and slowly dropping all hope
Three catty clouds

passion ai moye Igbo toman shemi gan kin quit 
But have know this microphone is a piece of sweet
Ona wura jina o dabii bottomless pit 
Your greatest Mistake

Embattled by stifling grief
Which was only matched by our dooming disbelief
We then crumbled in the reality
Of a life without the heavenly sweetness of relief

smoked by the ounce
Driven by passion, something you lacking. Done with the acting, stay with the action. Do this for real, pressure on dash
Prodigy, man

the fuck up
Yup, 99 ball handling that's what yo bitch got
First class ticket to the top bitch fuck a pit stop
And I am not Will Smith I would've really

static
Cause I can clear ya traffic
When ya see me cause
I'm Just not your standard
Many wishes granted
Only cause you asked
Lovers filled with passion

and the flames, you hide.

From bloodied blade you can’t escape.

From the spurs atop the ditch, I see
Exploiting passion, deliberately,
By the horns you’ll be

playing with now till the end of the night
Surrounded by fire, the passion ignites
A hit of that heaven and hell, a hell of a high

I'm addicted