Pass The Jinn - House Of Pain

Watch out, bust the style I be kickin'

I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken

I’m the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins

Return of my dragon, pants be saggin'

Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin'

My instinct’s primal, tappin' your spinal

I’ll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet

Don’t take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted

From the phat back 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 with you

Divine Styler

Cockni O’Dire

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’s

Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover

I’m steady rollin' with my head up

'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody’s on my nuts

And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest

The black 850 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

Cockni O’Dire

I said take me from your House of Pain

See my style’s maintained, 'cause my membrane’s sane

So put down your juice, pass your jinn

Push up on a skin, I begin to win

There ain’t, no need to worry about 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