Passion (feat. Alori Joh) - Ab-Soul

Game keep changing, Tats on faces

Look close, you can see how rats run races

You find it’s all about the cheese at the other end

They forgot the simple shit, like strengthening your limbs

I listen to the radio and I begin to cringe

I eat MCs, find a spot inside my fridge

When y’all was tricking off, taking bitches to the bridge

I was sparking up a cig, tryna tighten up this bridge

The hook is real catchy and the verse is interesting

Now all I need is a feature from Drake or Lil Wayne

I never move O’s, like say a Gucci Mane

I’m broke as a bitch, and I spit like I’m insane

But what a nigga gotta do to shock the whole nation

Sign to ROC nation, become a fucking Mason

Monopolize, prophesize an abomination

I’ll Do it, but you thought it was just music?

Passion

What the fuck happened

Somebody talk to 'em

Motherfuck rapping

(oooooh, where’s your passion)

This for my niggas that log on to All HipHop

And listen to niggas they never heard cuz they love Hip Hop

I got so much drive I never need a pit stop

It’s scarier than a whole hour of Alfred Hitchcock

I’ll probably make your bottom lip drop when my shit drop

I’m in tip top condition

With a hustler’s ambition

Ounce after ounce, me and Jizzle keep twisting

Until we get twisted like the caps on snitches

Just know our little passion will take you a long way

Like Pussy & Patron can salvage a long day

I dive head first in a verse and swim away

And pull a pen out and throw a grenade at your brigade

Like a Skin Head, you’re a barber that can’t fade

I’m up all night trying to come up with something crazy

So while you sleeping like a baby

I’mma seal up the game, no relation to the navy

Uhn

I wake up in the morning and compose a rhyme doper than the last time before I

even opened my eyes

Open-minded to the truth, but not naive to what is fiction

I probably love this more than my bitch, say I’m trippin'

Leave your ass in a ditch, if you can dig it

You mad cuz I found my niche and you didn’t

Too fucking bad

Fuck with Ab

And so you know, every sentence, it is from the Soul

The doors are closing, the sky is falling

If you ain’t got passion then why even bother

The new generation is all out of order

Somebody save them so we can move forward

Passion