Ran It Up

im coming in mobb deep who thinks they can stop me

you're like a xerox machine cuz all you do is copy

bro i know my name is joe but i think its funny though

that your flows the one that's sounding sloppy

i'll make sure you all see why they call me papi

mostly cuz this mother fuckers all in ya mami

do you got me if not check please

while i wreck these rappers like i did this and the next beat

im eye candy but less sweet with the lyrics

the holy ghost who's coming close to breakin ya spirit

i'm makin ya hear it, screaming loud and clear

your looking at a top shelf artist, he's found around the rear

enter my vicinity with simplicity to limit me

i'll cross over the line of symmetry queuing violins like a symphony

teflon don with rights to step on wrongs

log on to Joe wrecks dot com to check my next hot song

it'll be your corpse in a casket dazed

your dealing with a basket case who can rap for days

providing color you'll discover under black and greys

mic in one hand with the other i'll slap your face.