Chorus
I spit with a passion/
Talk with a passion/

Walk with a passion/
Pray with a passion/
Play with a passion

Lay with a passion/
Stay with a passion
(Repeat)


I'm so passionate


Verse 1
[Karizmatic]


Yo I spit with the passion of Christ/
They spit for the passion of ice cuz they soul ain't right/
You know the flow ain't right it reflects conditions/

Nowadays rappers in bed with the system/
They so submissive when we stop resistin'/
Probably the same time the fans stop listenin'/

I'm far from norm several degrees Fahrenheit above what's warm/
I travel from the streets to the souls of kids in black college dorms/
And by God I'm on now take that and marinate I'm super heavyweight/

Don't make be have to demonstrate my dominance/
What I spit is so ominous/
A harbinger of the demise of false prophecy/

How you gon' spar with me you better bring a calvary/
Diggz is an army of one my ammunition is the words formed from the air in my lungs/
We couldn't use our native tongues so we made another one/

to converse with talking drums and summarize reality/
I'm on another galaxy how you gon' challenge me/
You better bring ya faculty and full mental capacity/

It's still gon' be a tragedy I'll probably be the last rapper on the planet B/
Cuz when I come through casualties is what is seen/
This ain't a movie thing or a tryna get the booty thing/

Or even a Gucci thing this a Fred Hampton Huey thing/
The means to set you free is what I'm tryna bring/
You can't silence me I expose hypocrisy/

Lyrically ain't another rapper real as me/
So what you telling me/
I can't do a song like A-millie/

And get on you silly I'm slept on/
Raps secret weap-on I didn't do it cuz it felt wrong/
I didn't sell my soul I held on/

So did all my breth-ron/
That been abused and stepped on/
But ain't stop we pressed on till we got our shine on/

And that's for whom I fight on/

Chorus


Verse 2
[Karizmatic]


I seen the darkest days filled with the darkest rage/
Notebook page filed with the thoughts of a sage/

Laid in a den of demons but here for God's keeping/
My existence only fleetin' but still I keep competin/
Beatin' down my enemies got a sense of urgency to keep darkness from burnin' me/

Weak mc's keep they eyes on makin' g's fakin' schemes they keep changin' themes/
I stay consistent knockin' my head against a boundary I could never see beyond/
In my wake are pawns tripped up by different cons/

My moms my inspiration tryna hip hop a nation/
Racin against time searchin' for the limelight/
These signed cats don't rhyme write/

Even mc's with insight can't muster the might/
To speak with clarity they stuck in the wrong mentality/
Rap goons and goblins after me I spit against the devil/

And unleash reality cuz I read Socrates policies and deep philosophy/
America's a mockery we could revolt logically or stay knee deep in slavery/
I spot a real enemy but these thugs don't show no bravery/

These mc's is toby's molded by the industry/
On they hands is blood money from lost souls identities/
Our leaders failed us miserably we stuck in poverty/


Chorus

I'm so passionate
(Repeat 9x)