Passion Project

[Intro: Stik Figa] It's very necessary Look, look [Verse 1: Stik Figa & Propaganda] Passion project, had passion in the projects Something out of nothing, had to fashion me an object Old-fashioned, making magic out of logic Joy out of tragic, never passive 'bout the process Runnin' past the deacon, asking Jesus keep the secrets At least until the weekend, practice what I'm preaching Yes means yes, gotta say it like you mean it Don't know where to begin, see, the story, it deepens Nothing permanent but life beyond the firmament 'Erse a tournament, distracted by bread and circuses Indulged in escape-offset feelings we burdened with Self-determinate struggle is how you earn the gift (Yeah) For certain kids, transactional or transcendent (Transcendent) Do it for the 'Gram? Nah, man, listen: (Man, listen:) This is for my descendants, this is not fan fiction (Yeah) This for my descendants, not fan fiction Get it? [Verse 2: Propaganda] I get it, l wish they'd learn to listen though I'm finna go invest a million blessings in my children though Change they direction, effective as penicillin, yo Progeny'll probably repeat these syllables Finna pull the hard drive out the Sentinel Wires and all, literal connections to Interpol I got dunngaun in dinner bowls, perfect starch creases On my denim, or my linen, bro, practicing diligence I know a couple younglings offended by your insolence Inherited passion that me and Stik passed 'em No love inside them drums like how Sean P has 'em Flash-in-a-pan rappers had them kids actin' cynical Lackin' in all factors that matter after the physical Shatters-and all that's left is remembrance and essence Impact over acceptance I wish that they would get it though [Verse 3: Blu] Project passion, before you get it, they'll perfect rappin' (Passion) Invest half in studies and the other half in gassin' I'm spazzin' 'til I'm havin' every fan's hands clappin' But I ain't tryna catch a cap because that happens Shit, I coulda been a has-been, after I pushed a classic Up outta my ass, dodging the trash up in the trash bin But I kept lappin', track after track Gettin' better even if they never listened after that I couldn't say I mastered rap, but I got my masters back Matter of fact, I got all of my tracks' masters mastered Bastards forgettin' the forefathers that birthed them Rappers after the plaques? I'm back to earth them Serve them more than the Lord in Baptist churches Versus the Lord that pour out of this wordsmith Perfect is a stretch, but I have been, minus Dropping classics, or should I say my passion projects (Blu!) [Bridge: Blu] Passion projects [Outro] It's because you're still here You got love that's still running warm in your veins You're, you're still here You still have the activity of your limbs And the articulation of your tongue You are still here, yes, you are sometimes up And sometimes you're down, but you're still here You are broken, you are battered, you are bruised But you're still here, they said you'd 've been gone by now But look at you, you're still here—