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1.Girl 2.J 3.Been Thinking 4.Outro 5.Hate In a Puddle
- I told you, When I first met you
- I loved you, and I’d never let you
- Let you go, let you cry, be in pain
- Now you know, I tried to be the same
- Just like you, green eyes, real smile
- That I can do, but just for a while
- I don’t have a beat, no I can’t rap
- It’s just not me, this song is crap
- No matter how much I fight, I’ll never win
- So I’ll fly the flag that’s white, this is the end
- If you ever told me, you wish I were dead
- Although Shakey, I’d shoot myself in the head
- I just got to figure out, shit happens
- It’s not all about, their actions
- Just look down and read the captions
- There is no source code for life
- Just explode to bring the light
- Forced to join the military, be a hurt locker
- But on the contrary, you mother fucker
- I don’t know what I’m saying
- because this cop ain’t playing
- It’s this or Jail, What the Hell?
- But now that’s off the subject
- please don’t boff at the verdict
- I know I’m not perfect
- Am I insane, am I delirious
- Don’t complain that this song is hideous
- Who’s the fucking lyricist
- the author is anonymous
- This isn’t really what I wanted to say
- I’m leaving this country, in a few days
- If you forget me, it’s okay
- Please just know and never forget
- If your below and have regret
- I will be right there, forever and always
- To kill your nightmare, fight it away
- No matter where you go, or what you do
- So now you know, I love you
- Who am I, J that’s my name
- Like a wild animal I aint nothing you can tame
- Everything you say I just wash that shit down the drain
- Then drown that shit with Draino
- I can get high like I got my own personal crane
- Or I can erupt like a Volcano
- When it comes to heat, I got all the keys like a new piano
- If I don’t have anything decent to say I don’t say that shit
- I suggest you mafuckers to be counterfeit
- And do like me and just blow tree
- And remember, don’t fucking push me in the corner
- I’ll come out with heat that will take you to the coroner
- I know the streets, I’m no foreigner
- Think you’re at the top, at the most former
- Get the fuck off my throne, that seat is mine and mine you’re on
- You’re alien to my territory
- Get the fuck up or this can get gory
- Pull out your phone
- And E.T. get the fuck home
- I don’t care what you think
- I push all the limits to the brink
- 24/7 my minds on that dank
- Lean is the only mixed drink I’ll drink
- Accusations mean nothing to me
- John Cena to the bitches, me is something you can’t see
- Go ahead and call me a liar
- Say whatever the fuck you desire
- It all means nothing when I light my fire
- I can be the bigger man when I get higher
- I guess when it rains it pours
- Bad times, man I can’t take any more
- High times, I need more
- I swear I can see the light behind the door
- One way or another I’m gonna reach it
- Till then, I’m just gonna put up with the fuck shit
- Roll up a fatty to hit
- Put on another track
- And just sit back and relax
- I know I can bring the heat that melts haters like wax
- But more will come like the rain
- This fire inside I gotta maintain
- Or else it’s gonna engulf me and drive me insane
- That’s why I roll paper planes
- Just worry bout me and my lanes
- I know what happens when I complain
- It just fuels their fire and it’s a damn shame
- That’s why I gotta be the firefighter that shuts down the lame
- Where am I
- Sky high
- Why
- Mafucka I’m fly
- Official like the suit and the tie
- I’m gonna fuck this rap game till the bitch gets dry
- Or take a silver bullet and die
- But remember I got heat that aint shy
- Bullets fly
- But so do I
- Superman to the world
- You don’t even compare to the shit I’ve hurled
- Go ahead and run your mouth
- But bitch, did you forget I’m from the dirty South
- Remember what I say
- Remember the name, J
- To get some pleasure,
- Grams I had to measure,
- Fuck up a deal,
- Death or displeasure,
- Running the streets was a hard job,
- Turn the knob,
- To my new beach house,
- My life is made,
- Ready to get paid,
- Mansion with the maid,
- Working 6 days a week,
- Getting high on Saturday,
- That’s what I say,
- I stay strapped twenty four seven,
- I’m not going to heaven,
- I reckon,
- Drop a sick beat and I’ll wreck it.
- I’m classical,
- Lyrically cynical,
- Never ending sin cycle,
- Getting high off medicals,
- That’ll fuck with yours,
- And my mind,
- Turning shit to rewind,
- Time turning around,
- Not forward it’s going behind,
- Turn time,
- To slow mo,
- Every show,
- That I do is so dope,
- 120 miles per hour,
- Still slow though.
- I smoke weed till my motherfucking eyes bleed,
- Smoking bags,
- No sticks or seeds,
- Fuck with me,
- I’ll make you bleed,
- And plead for your life,
- Got your fists I got my knife,
- Also known as a razor,
- 1.2 million watt taser,
- Mis behave yah,
- I’ll shave yah,
- Earned the title of slayer.
- I don’t do it for the fortune or fame,
- Money and ho’s I’ll still be the same,
- Remembering where I came,
- From and what I did to get big,
- I don’t smoke cigs,
- Roll a fat jay,
- Of haze or bubblegum,
- Come and get some,
- No slum,
- Just million air,
- Spend a lot on kush,
- Spend more on my hair,
- Gotta look fly for the hunnies,
- That got the money,
- Play boy bunnies,
- Not funny,
- I would rather beat my dick than trick,
- These motherfuckers think I’m down to knock boots,
- I salute and turn around and scoot,
- Before I have to shoot a punk motherfucker,
- A motherfucking dick sucker,
- But I love yah,
- Cos I’m above yah,
- Bish and bash,
- Push or shove yah,
- Punk bitch motherfucker.
- Reflections make me question whether my sight is right,
- Or if the isomers my eyes prefer project the true lighting of life.
- But seasons change; the clouds dissipate, the ground becomes precipitate, and everything reciprocates.
- And Art is no different; a work of Art is just and instrument to make the lowest gaze on rainy days stare upward toward the infinite.
- And this visceral expression extends past visual reflection.
- The rhythmic progression, defined by the pitter patter.
- Every beat in succinct succession, each droplett unique to the one it’s after
- And after a puddle is gathered, I peer in to find myself.
- His eyes tell all the trials he’s dealt,
- The cries, the why’s he’s felt
- The times his mind has dwelt in a list of other rhyming hells.
- And I know he sees it in my eyes a well
- Because his eyes are my own, the always have been,
- This travelin soul of mine runs by force of habit.
- Until something grabs it.
- A new voice in my head speaks gently,
- All scars aren’t harsh memories, but rather the art of divinity,
- at which I awe and am in the same breath,
- I step back to reflect.
- On child’s play in the driveway, when hip hop lived on the front step.
- And I hear all those skinned knee melodies when ecstasy enters me,
- An overwhelming Catharsis.
- And all the joy, the pain, the hardships, reside in that guitar riff.
- The reflections face changes and I know that he hears it too,
- The beginning of something new.
- The End My Friend I know your sad but you should be glad psh son
- it wasnt that bad now go back home a great day dont be grumpy or gay
- for the end we will descend.
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