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—