Jean Grae
#8
What up Jean, you know theres a lot of nonsense in thestreets right now, you see it right? Tell 'em whats up[Jean Grae]Possibly I could, dropping some knowledge I shouldBut I ain't finish college and I'm not a Kanye, got it? GoodIntelligent rhetoric,brain packed like a tenamentAimed back at the tenants, my face crack in a venomous rageI really wanna blaze all you, burn you like 8 whores doHurl you like Florida storm furniturePermanent marker Jean is tagging blacking up on yourpartners penisPardon the phoenixI mark you plus I bark the meanestHardly elitist, I know the struggleI mostly bubble underground like a soda below some brokenrubbleAt ground zero, I get down nigga, like them brown peopleSaturday Night just waiting Sonny Cheeba, lift yaI'll levitate the scriptures just so I can see 'em betterEach and every letter was conceived by JeanI'm the CorettaScott King of my day I mean,standing by my mate, my kingLetras de cancionesPlanning for Jamaica honeymooning, vacationingskipping on this track like I've been scraping itScraping it, scraping it, bring it backSicker than rap. I'll stick you with a picket axePick up your soul and then control it whats bigger thanthat?You don't like the way I flow? "She needs more emotion"? NoI'll give you emotion its you holding your broken noseAnd leave you comatose with a pound of Columbia snowAt your side when the cops arrive, they'll just say youoverdosedThis ain't a battle, I would make your cranium rattleSkull in pain as if a hundred veins had popped a dangerousmadamThe Heidi Fleiss of wordslike a verse, find a purseI could make you love me if you fuck with me violence occursNew York pimp game the worst chick since thebirth of the wordsThat I first met on a Thursday I think I'm cursedDon't blink niggas, cause I will figureA way to kill you in a second with my ring fingerThink quicker, my visions multiplied like liquor drinkersI kick your sister 'til shes crippled making you step withherCause I could mark you too, show you what a dart could doWhen your aorta's the target, nigga pardon you...
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