What up Jean, you know theres a lot of nonsense in the streets right now, you see it right? Tell 'em whats up
Possibly I could, dropping some knowledge I should But I ain't finish college and I'm not a Kanye, got it? Good Intelligent rhetoric, brain packed like a ten a mix Aimed back at the tenants, my face crack in a venomous rage I really wanna blaze all you, burn you like 8 hogs do Hurl you like Florida storm furniture Permanent marker Jean is tagging blacking up on your partners penis Pardon the phoenix I mark you plus I bark the meanest Hardly elitist, I know the struggle I mostly bubble underground like a soda below some broken rubble At ground zero walk 'em down nigga like them brown people Saturday Night just waiting Sonny Cheeba, lift you I'll levitate the scriptures just so I can see 'em better Each and every letter was conceived by Jean I'm the Coretta Scott King of my day I mean, staying by my mate my king Planning for Jamaica honey moon and vacationing Cd breaking in, skipping on this track like I've been scraping it Scraping it, scraping it, bring it back Sick of the rap? I'll stick you with a picket axe Pick up your soul and then control it whats bigger than that? You don't like the way I flow? "She needs more emotion"? No I'll give you emotion its you holding your broken nose And leave you comatose with a pound of Columbia snow At your side when the cops arrive, they'll just say you overdosed This ain't a battle, my power make your cranium rattle Skull in pain as if a hundred veins had popped a dangerous madam The Heidi Fleiss of words, like a verse, found a purse I could make you love me if you fuck with me violence occurs New York pimp game the worst chick since the burst of the words That I first met on a thursday I think I'm cursed Don't blink niggas, cause I will figure A way to kill you in a second with my ring finger Think quicker, my visions multiplied like liquor drinkers I kick your sister till shes crippled make you step me with her Cause I could mark you too, show you what a dog could do When your aorta's a target, nigga pardon you...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
