Chef Mal - Passion Lyrics

Take yah back to the kid with the back pack
God I wanna rap that, god I wanna tap that
Now we gotta green light, gotta stay ahead like
It's all on our shoulders, let's break down the boarders
An rack up some totals, I'm never gone fold up
Out east it is colder, Indeed I'm a loner
I stay in my zone-ah, I crush my opponents
So grab your components without cutting corners

I'm gripping my sword I'm about to go shogun
I'm spitting my words I'm about to just show some
I'm Hitting home runs like I'm swinging my Sosa
Oh geez that was long someone pass me my soda

You act like a dick but you want my respect
This just a gig, and I know I'm the best
You walking around like an S on your chest
Well I'm blowing my whistle like i am the ref
I'm calling you out, your skills don't impress
I'm pulling it up like you wearing a dress
The way that you screaming make people go deaf
If you f*ck with the Chef then I'm bringing my best

Any rapper tryna come I'll eat em up and spit em out
I'm on another level, I just got another level
I just leveled with my devil, better know that I'm a rebel
I'm indebted to my demon, I consider him my teammate

I'm eating up candy, I'm tossing out wrappers
They tell me I'm mean, that I am too savage
I'm dough boy fresh like I'm mixing up batters
Writing down poems like I'm ripping through chapters

I'm spittin so sick that I'm killing the doctors
I'm going for fame, F*ck all the dollars
I'm leading this class have you calling me Proctor
I'm writing down verses like I am a scholar
You pigs eat my food so I bring you to slaughter
Your poems are weak an they easily conquered
Lines are gassed up but you need you some water
Your flow it just wreaks like it left in the washer

I spit all these lines just to show off a talent
That I can do rhymes an keep em in balance
I don't mean to seem mad or harbor on malice
I'm just up to a challenge to fill up my chalice

Put it on my name, I protect that tang
Blood from my fangs yo f*ck your gang
Shades on my face to block out hate
Man I've been blazed been baked for days
No ring on my finger, no kid of my own
I'm Alone on this road, so I'm skipping some stones
But the team on my back while we skip to the throne
There's no knocking me off when I'm feeling my zone

I'm living in Maine but I come from the Tuc
The cities upset so I'm throwing them up
Cash in the air like it's raining with bucks
My Dick on a platter like I'm giving a f*ck
I'm tipsy and high as I'm driving this truck
No hands on the wheel I'm relying on luck
Hail Mary on fourth I don't f*ck with a punt
I huff and I puff an I blow down your hut
If you wanna do battle I'm standing in front
With Knives in my hands as I'm smoking a blunt
With my team at my back that I know that I trust
It's the riches an fame with some models or bust

I'm spitting with fire like I'm breathing a flame
I wear my mistakes like I'm showing my shame
I'm taking it off, I'm derailing my train
I'm loco with motive you get what I'm saying
All of these raps are just trapped in my brain
Glory and Jane, bro It runs through my veins
If you can't hear my words then turn up your gain
Cause we bout to get high like we fly in a plane

I walk through the fog, I battle my axis
Hockey mask on, I'm holding some axes
Start to gain speed, I'm gaining the traction
My fangs and my claws I dig em in deep
I'm taking a breath, put my demon to sleep