Pass The Cans

Ooooh oooh It's not over Ooooh oooh It's not over Pass the cans off to my mans Pass the cans off to my mans Pass the cans off Pass the cans off To my mans, wit no hands Pass the cans off to my mans Pass the cans off to my mans Pass the cans off Pass the cans off To my mans, wit no hands It's bout time for a new Like the number '46' from the '23' I done gained a big appetite To change your soul and your mind Aiming at you with no hype Put these pros in a line, show'm how to take flight If they soul hit decline, I'm tagging toes and recline Who taught these fake rappers how to rhyme Yo who taught these fake rappers how to rhyme Listen I ain't got no time to be orchestrating lines, tryna occupy a signature Tell me who's responsible for turn rap music into trap house literature I don't know what you were thinking 'bout Instead of thinking you should've been thinking out This is here is HIP-HOP No longer trap Bought to wrap it in some plastic, put that real back on the map I'm tryna tell you ain't no contest 'Cause we the best when it comes to being blessed I don't think you possess the knowledge to pass the test So Ima grab a diploma and tell you about the rest Yes Everything I say legible Catch me in the kitchen cooking up the vegetables With a beautifully intelligent woman that's wedible Making sure I'm keeping G.O.D. on a pedestal Pass the cans off to my mans Pass the cans off to my mans Pass the cans off Pass the cans off To my mans, wit no hands Pass the cans off to my mans Pass the cans off to my mans Pass the cans off Pass the cans off To my mans, wit no hands Spiritual flow in full effect Sword in my hand coming for your neck Yeah you looking scary, but don't pose a threat Don't think I sweat 'cause my nose wet Middle of nowhere, you need courage dog Casting out them demons into the hogs Jumpin' off the cliff, them some wild hogs Think they too fly, they bout to fall Think you too fly, you just too tall Ru Paul Trapped rapper You ain't gotta trap to be a trapped rapper Adopting record labels as your new Papa Old lyrics over new beats How you hot boy? That coyote midget ain't new see I'm the roadrunner Beep! Beep! You a weak sheep wrapped in wolf clothes Better be yourself 'fore you too old Better pray to G.O.D. he bring back your soul 'Fore you be without your slippers and your robe What you thought was gone happen when you broke the code? What you thought was gone happen when you broke the code? What you thought was gone happen when you broke the code? Try to see a hundred fold? Hell No!