Artist: House of Pain f/ Cockni O'Dire, Divine Styler Album: Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again Song: Pass the Jinn Typed by: cureforlife399@gmail.com *Cockni O'Dire is difficult to understand *This is the best I could. Correct it, laught at it and/or take it with a grain of salt. [Intro: Cockni O'Dire] Aight, aight, aight, a world war Yo, there's a sign a war goin' on You know I'm sayin', there's a war, war You what I mean a war And I tear, and I tear that serious shit up Rock on, ha ha Rebumbaclot, ragga bloodclot muffin up in ?? y'all So I, So I, So I [Cockni O'Dire] A-yo, tip tip die, so so she live up Carry a ice cream so run your money and your liver For never no clutter on your space Terror, I ripper, he instigate it straight Before, me have be sure, who say who I ought be fuck with Cockni don't rep, bartender charge clip This lyric be straight up out of order with nastiness You best confess that I'm tryin' to rest On some business, your mother I arrest Hold ya broke compose pop jump While I pump, pop jump, got pulled over connect [Everlast] Watch out, bust the style I be kickin' I play the geek role and bite your head off like a chicken I'm the Lord of the Rings like Bilbo Baggins Returnin' my dragon, pants be saggin' Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin' My instinct's primal tappin' your spinal I smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' 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 Doin' what we do, so what's the matter wit' you [Divine Styler] Now, the West could be wild and the South could keep it hot The North would be the spot for criminals and whatnot But the East coast sets the most Irish styles The East coast sonnin' all bitch profiles Yo relax that shit, I murder abstract myths My mathematics be the fifth power refine gifts All bein' born to divine stylist My Killa Rhyme Click takes mics and ruckus and rips My cleaver swine clicks it in 'em And five bodies I lift [Cockni O'Dire] Nuff, nuff of this and a lot of this, and of this and of that ?? we're not gonna talk you out, we take it back ?? poofin' and poofin' on ?? ?? You hear that, that's your ass out the spot Booyaka, blakatta, fuck around faster than that ?? You are not dead Ready get up ?? kill more, kill more people than pox Don't think me ignorant me is a conscious ??? If you not live like one blood you are not gettin' one box [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 is Trying to take over and make my soul cross over I'm steady rollin' with my head fucked up 'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts And everybody wanna know who lives the fattest The black eight fifty representin' my status Plus I got the baddest house on the hill My bank account's full but my soul's empty still [Divine Styler] Who want get burst from earth to hearse to dust My motley crew a movement will straigten out fix on plush Praise blush what, my mackin' is a ray beam Seen over cane, sumpreme novocaine Numb niggas get the shivers when I trap the vein I set styles over mirror and blows my membrane, uh Eyes are dazed and glazed 'cause I'm froze on A B-boy stance, I'm gettin' my rows off Blitz suns are passable ain't gettin' my doze on Hallucinatin' bitches and they rippin' my clothes off [Cockni O'Dire] Cockni's, got wicked rhymes So, now never in my crowd do you hear a loud booer Plowed in the bitches that ?? Straight from the womb, not from the sewer No disrespect buddy, I come correct In a viddy, and probably make a mother out of her sister Earth here, that said I cursed and dissed her Yo, baby be calm, baby don't cry I hope to get in her mami if shorty stay fly [Everlast] I say take me to your house of pain See my styles maintain 'cause my membrane's sane So put down your juice, pass ya jinn Push up on a skin, I begin to win There ain't no need to worry 'bout where I've been If I pass my jinn I begin to win I say, put down your juice pass the jinn Push up on a skin, I begin to win There ain't no need to worry 'bout where I've been If I pass my jinn I begin to win [Divine Styler] Style expansion ill thrills from my mansion Toy ass M.C.'s is glancin' and sizin' My mental through my pencil beat makin' it bitin' excitin' Text run over be writings and sketch my O's Then he went like the ocean, and get cut 'em up crows Front invaded my motion, suckers blowin' me like hoes 'Cause they on my boz', but I keep the liver saliva When I got the mic control, Divine Style the holder Shit like it's a stick-up, ain't nobody gettin' up From my lickin' up, niggas is kickin' up And wind up victim from slippin' My mission is all in ya ass You young mothafuckers respect my past Who on next, uh, come represent this session Try to manifest my true circumference weapon