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Steve WiebeThis is rebel shit - Mojave rock +Got polyglots, who'll molly whop you 'til your body pop +I'm never sick, when my temperature drop, it's 7 Up +105.6 hell, praise the rock +I ain't a savior, just your neighbor like amazing Peter +Minus the spider bite, the webs, the Aunt and Uncle neither +But save the reasoning, the need to tuck the dynamite +To even up the nonbelievers +Man humble season was cool, sure +Now I'm seeing North Shore faces, are y'all sure +Turn around and walk four paces +I'll walk forth five, y'all 86'ed in all cases +I'm the figure 8 sideways, always ageless +Y'all in the club aimless, blind, spades shit +My time and space mix, record a rhyme on spaceships +You way behind like you caught a ride on a slave ship +I'm the modern anomaly, brazen Amelie, faceless +Representing the basement, raised up, cage less +Limitless, reminiscent of rapists +Boundaries, got none; rock, paper, shotgun +Achtung, baby not an A.D.D 80's baby I'm not from +Rated G catering eras +I was the type of New Yorker rhyming at night in the park +And hiding a knife in the hair and even though Mama was careful +I would be fighting so often, finding the light in dark +Was time and just life in the mirror +Reflection infinite, Escher +In the end, we are who we are, Ke$ha +Late night dive bar, sipping on a vesper +I'm Bond and the villain in one time bomb, test her +Dressed mismatch like confederate soldiers +Told ya best to think fast, this level is over +I'm going for the kill screen, fistful of quarters +Billy Mitchell, I'm a fiend; jumping barrels, famous sauces +Was a preteen prodigy, plethora of knowledge +I don't mean like Albert Johnson, I mean Jean was on to college +I'll never respect a comment from a novice +I'll never be just a common denominator, I promise +I was nominated flyest so you'll see I'll take us higher, the defiant one +The phoenix from the fire, hell mouth leviathan +Only get killed at the end of time so I'm buying some +This is heavy metal - Ryerson +Or Reitman & Mogel '81 either is right man +Life spans eternal ever since I touched the mic stand +Put the mic in my right hand; left hook, goodnight man +Rest good, hype man, Jeannie take it easy +Like bikinis on some white sand is on me +I'm calm b, sipping on a zombie, Condé, Nast +No bath salts spilling in my flask +I'm appealing to your class +Laugh now get shot later with sedatives +Medicate to torture you some more so aww, you better live +Edifice, living in a world full of Oedipus +It's all relative, melanin, nepotism +Tell the kids hell is in, check the prisons +I wanna teach particle physics business +Just as a better business class, syllabus rise up +You wanna get your philistine thighs up +My abilities high as fuck, still willing to try luck +I wish I had guillotine garage doors +Mass carnage, barnyard parties, animals, carnivores +Trash, garbage, Skarsgård hotties, mandibles, parting jaws +Bleeding y'all dry of convictions, the art of war +************************************************** +U&Me&EveryoneWeKnow[Intro] +Un +Deux +Trois +Quatre +Cinq +Six +Sept +Huit +Neuf +Dix + +[Verse 1] +Back here at square one +Like I just did the home base run +Without winning any bases though +All basic reasoning out the window +Ron Browz shit, Erick Sermon style +Like I got kicked off a cloud +Method Man, ‘95 +Rap references because you get em all +You even get that I should have said that it was ’94 (’93) +Hard place when you wanna still rock to it +Living in my glass house +Steady throwing rocks through it +I never stopped feeling the love for ya +I just stopped being the one for ya +I think +Too much +Over analyzing everything sucks +I’m over over-dramatizing everything but +You’re never on the level I’m on, unless we’re cut-ting +Plus then we never argued when thrusting but then +After all, it just turns to dust, brother +Swear I’d never love another if this really worked out +But this is just like watching fitness informercials from the couch +Ouch +I know, you’re lazy +It’s easier to pick a partner less crazy +Much less work, less purpose, less of A to Z +Cause I’m an alpha, bet it’s hard to stay with me +Heart palpitations do still occur though +You and me, some Merlot, situation blurs so +Much I be thinking how this shit could actually work again +It’s even nice to have you back in my world as my friend +Hey, sometimes I gotta say it simply (why) +Cause sometimes things are simple (come on) +We make it complicated for the win, B +Cause otherwise we’d just be faced with all the n-words +Inner child, inner space, inner monologue +We exchange intercourse without a dialogue +Introduce intimate ways to turn our fire off +The thing in us that seeks the spark, light +Higher, moth +I still adore you; you adore me theoretically +So now I gotta shut the door on you +So I can find out who is next for me + +[Refrain] +You and me and everyone we know +That’s you and me and everyone we know + +[Jean Grae: singing] +Cause you know, you’re not gonna find what you’re looking for +Stay searching +You and me and everyone we know +It’s you and me and everyone we know +It’s you and me +You and me and everyone we know +You, me, everyone we know +You and me and everyone we know +************************************************** +My Story[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +“If I could swim a thousand lakes to bring your life back...” I write +That, but infinity can’t rewind facts. You are +Divinity. My primitive mind was struggling +Just to understand the meaning of life, forgive me +I never told my mommy, I couldn’t break her spirit. She always +Wished her daughter extraordinary thinking, so I +Traveled alone, young, sixteen, got in +The habit of not staying at home, doing the +Sad walk like Bill Bixby, a dollar fifty +Trips to the hospital so that Medicaid could fix me +I couldn’t eat shit. I fainted frequent +On cold floors and I pause and I think, “Keep it” +I’m lost. My four friends know and just +Fuck at the boys’ apartments for rent, so I’m all +Wishing that it’s a dream ending soon. I’ve actually +Erased a lot that I’ve been through + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +See, when +The rain comes down +I know it’s falling for me +And only for me +And when +The pain comes around, there’s nowhere +Else I rather would be +I know what I’ve done (Please forgive me) + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Now all my bitter homies saying, “That’s what men do.” Feeling +Retarded for seeing partner potential. On top +Of that, the doctors telling me a heart murmur. I can’t +Take it, I’m contemplating a Glock burner, a +Cop murderer. I can’t leave. This can’t be +The tears streaming, and I can’t see they lanced me +And I’m passing out, and this is just for blood. They had +To cover the mass amounts. I’ve had enough +And you don’t know what it’s like in waiting rooms, and out- +-side, their picketing pictures could slay you +They’re screaming, “Victims,” and spitting ‘til they shame you +I hold my head low and shiver, push my way through +They put you in a room where you can change into +Your gown and shower cap, shaking as a fiend would do +And that’s when you think of leaving, fleeing the building +And then they call you and you’re hearing the call of your children +They count down from ten now. You wanna stop ‘em, but +You say it in your head: you’re out for the cut +And then you wake up in another room with plenty others +They call it recovery. You’re thinking, “We ain’t mothers” +And then prescription pills, written a ‘script with chills +An understatement. You’re dressed but you’re naked still +And your brain won’t think straight +Wait. Can’t finish this + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +See, when +The rain comes down +I know it’s falling for me +And only for me +And when +The pain comes around, there’s nowhere +Else I rather would be +I know what I’ve done (Please forgive me) + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +I kept it bottled up. My parents found the pills +Screaming, “God what have you done?” Cried ‘til I snotted blood +Then got a gun. My temple ran quick though +From the thought, then the worst: I was caught in the same place +A year later. For me, that’s when hatred started +My faith martyred. I’ve dated the father of a father +Then I moved on. Years passed, the guilt’s +Worse and it builds ‘til your heart’s smashed +Then I miscarried. Twenty-two age, I was headed to +A breakdown, swallowed up some pills and I laid down +I was a failure at that too, bailed from +The rap then, but fate took me back in +“Sing” is a tattoo my fingers attached with. Twenty-seven +With three kids that I never met. What if I +Was Catholic? Wonder if they hate me, thinking how +Their mother could ever murder? Well take me, Hell +To the depths where the brimstone chokes me constantly +I am a monster, see. How could I possibly +Correspond with God when I gave the authority +To end their life? +But it’s never over, even if we have a child +They could have had a brother or a sister or both +I’m thinking about another life that almost got close +Praying that, in another time, we could have changed posts +If I could just reverse time, I would +I don’t know what I would do. Honestly, it’s not good +I’m sorry... +************************************************** +FUCKERY LEVEL 3000[Verse 1] +Dr. Manhattan, tatted atom circa tabaca-ing goer +Circle tobacco ring blower +I'll murk you black. Get sewn up +My work is black +I got diplomas in the back +That are bursting over the sack that I hold em in +Cause its folder was folding over +I know what they been told ya +But since I'm going in again, it's like drop and bend over +Over and over, with no lube +Get that veteran in embedded in yo stools +Yokels, locals +Slow cruise to yo demise, know it in the vocals +I got no couth, no lies; I'm dedicated, focused +Opposite of Bette Davis oculars, waiting for the apocalypse +Strapped with a cape in case I get popular, so I can drop it, bitch +The clock ticks. Y'all concerned with crotch sticks +I'm concerned with moxie, Take your Oxycontin, and your rocks +I'm The Great Gatsby initials, the Casebasket epistle +The last greatest apostle, the baddest damie +The combination of Gladys Knight and Pips in one place +And a Robert Blake fan +I'll keep you in a basement +While chained to a day bed +With the door blocked with a Maytag +And at four o'clock I'll let snakes in +And stand in the door sipping a tall boy +Coors light and giggle in your face then +Sociopath, with a golden flask +And I'll fill with it gasoline to throw at yo ass +And then fill it up back again with some of your pieces +Your liver, your back, your face a bit of your penis +Double hands with a W +Better do whatever you can to cover you +Jean Lang came to clubber you +Pain, whatcha gonna do + +[Verse 2] +Fuckery level 3000, in jeans and a green blouse +With a crimson stain from a beat down +At a business meeting in a tea lounge +Like, "Nah, I'm cool, please, sit down +Proceed," bleeding out +The whole team freaking out, text-ing each other under the table +I'm office space calm, I offer face palms +Comma face balm for after on my dot com; I'm basically batshit +You basic bastard I never pace it +I crave action, I transform like I'll save y'all +But then I stay Ratchet +I'll bash your face in the baseboards of a burning building +With the passion of a pastor passing plates and getting back millions +Dash in a race and abandon smashing the tape at the last second +Then beckon to children on the sidelines who'd all step in and start blasting +Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or Handel playing +When I'm candle lighting and man handling I'm saying, I'm classy +Dokken and Sebastian Bach blaring +When I'm mass murdering turned to decibels +Certain to drown the tears, it's nasty +On the Pulaski bridge, trunk full up with the shotgun, shotgun +Tongue dripping with vodka, dripping on my lap on a map of Alaska +In October, in a black dress and blasting Frank Zappa +The consummate top assassin +The consulate tracking after +And flipping the birds to diplomats out the whip +With an Andy Richter mask on +Cause I passed on getting a sidekick +Cause everybody ain't ready to die for this +I'll drive on dialysis, I'll drive over your dialysis +And keep in mind that I don't even drive; I like challenges +Roseannadanna fan, fan of Dan from Roseanne but not a fan of Prozac +And I don't care how you find them +Wanna know what I'm like, fine then +I'll like fine men, smart men, where the fuck do you find them +No, seriously, I'm actually asking you where can find them +I'm into crime and environments that you cry in +I don't imply it, I vividly give you my end +You'll think I'm lying 'til shivering in a lion's den +In an abandoned zoo naked covered with flies and +Strapped to Kobe beef steaks +Ya don't believe me, for Pete's sake +Man, what the fuck do I have do to convince you +I'm the Freeway villain +Kiefer Sutherland +I love when people suffering +It feels like I'm on reefer when they're blubbering +I'm serious +I'm FCC's damn problem, and +At best Tsidi's man problems +I guess could be the one thing I wanna work on +I'm glad that we're getting this work done +Guess i would have never thought to talk, but who knew +Getting this out could be cool +We should totally do this next week +You're good, you +You look testy +************************************************** +Lovesong[Intro (Overlapped with Bridge): Jean Grae] +Ooh, that was wrong! Oh man. You told me stuff, and we gots to find a song for them all. It’s appreciation though. Yo, Dee, to start, play the original so I can get in the mood to kick these verses. Alright, oh, uh, yeah, yeah. I see you, love. I said, “All the time.” Does it ever puzzle you? Have you asked why? Nah. I know I do. I do, it’s true. I ain’t pretending, man. Aight, aight. Let’s get into it, for real, for real. Aight? One. Drop it, drop it + +[Bridge 1 (Overlapped with Intro): Sample from The Stylistics - “Stop, Look, Listen (To Your Heart)”] +You’re alone all the time +Does it ever puzzle you? +Have you asked why you seem +To fall in love? Out again +Do you ever really love? +Or just pretend? +Why fool yourself? +Don’t be afraid +To help yourself +It’s never too late, too late to stop... + +[Bridge 2: Sample from Rodney Cee on Double Trouble - “Stoop Rap” with Scratches by Da Beatminerz] (x7) +Here’s a little story that must be told + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +She grew up +Believing in passion and love, whose folks divorced and remarried +Very naïve, seen life and commitments that +Should have been dead and buried, highly sentimental, sensitive +Gentle beyond the point she should be. What might be obvious +To most, she says they’re too bitter, can’t see +The world the way she does, clean lungs, undamaged liver, sees +Thugs through her pink-tinted glasses. Occasionally, weed +Does make her giggle, listen to some music closer, dudes +Approach her lightly, wanna be her lover, and she obliges +Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires +Oblivious to lying schemes to talk her out of clothes, says +She’s just in love with love, cuts her classes, spends too much time +Entrancing, romancing. Things are changing quickly. She’s asking +“Why aren’t you spending more time with me?” Nigga’s eyes are getting +Shifty, coming over later smelling of pussy on his face +Jeans and sweaters—something’s fishy. And it’s not what +He tells her, man, it’s what he don’t, and she don’t understand +And, for some years, she probably won’t. Just wants an honest man +For goodness sake, they’re backstabbing and cutting her throat +Restraining orders follow, but she still optimistic about it +Like Annie, thinking “Tomorrow” maybe will be a better day +I let her pray on bended knees, ask him to send Prince Charming, please +She’s never cheated, treats her man well, cooks, cleans +Dresses sexy for him, halter tops and tight jeans, would break +The law for him, go through a couple of these relationships +Still stays strong, she’s too young and dumb to call it quits +Learns that she carrying twice, scared and afraid the first +Time. The second, she don’t even cry. He makes her wipe away +His tears and it hurts. They always leave and turn crazy, so +She doesn’t flirt, spends time warning the babies +Goes through a couple of these relationships and still stays strong +Too young and dumb to call it quits. It’s still a love song + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +She’s got +A good man. She’s nineteen, he’s twenty-one and sweet and honest +Promised to love her, talk of marriage. She would never wanna +Be somebody’s baby’s mother, use rubbers occasionally +When she’s flowing, open off the affection and gifts and all +The good manners he’s showing. He’s trying to build a life for himself +Studies late, computer shit, and she’s missing attention that +She’s not getting, sex dwindles. Crawling in the sheets, he say +He tired, and she say she feel neglect and defeat, just doesn’t +See his ambition, she wanna be the universe and hold +His center position, starts hanging ‘round the best friend more +Crazy attraction, takes impulsive action, dropped the drawers +And falls in love, the world explodes when she confesses. “Yeah, I did it +So?” They’re so tight, it’s like he moves when she stretches. Over +The couple years, too many stresses, girls who wanna fight her +Bitches writing letters, friendships disappearing, plus +He rhymes, so it’s competitive pressure, miscarriage. They break up +Fifty times a week and make up just as much. He fucking +And I know, but pretending I’m out of touch. It’s getting +Strained and gets physical, she cries until the river dries +And leaves her dead and cold, packs up her things and leaves behind. What I +Had thought was gold was only gold-plated. Thinking of all +The other ones I could have just left and up and dated +Single after four years. Starting over never easy, but it +Takes some time to realize your own worth, come into +Your own, play your mental rebirth. She starts penning some +Better poems, straighten up her bank account, likes to take +Herself out. I’m getting better at it. I’ve had +A few relationships, but still too young and dumb enough to call +It quits. It’s still a love song + +[Bridge 3: Jean Grae] +Love +All I ever want is you +All I ever had +Needed in my life was you +All that ever was, all I ever had + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +Maybe it’s +Easier to talk about this shit in third person, learning +Better, looking for nub in all the wrong places like I’m +Eddie Murphy, curse me to repeat the same cycle I’m breaking +No longer think relations make a better woman, just +For life I’m pursuing, growing but hopelessly romantic still +Tasted weather in the bitter climates, love the sunshine better +Dreaming of dream proposals, decent moral values placing +Higher on my chart, trying not to have a shallow heart +But battle scars are deep and reach into the depths of Hell and back +Try to give up the grudges. Think it’s experience +And move from the clutches of sadness. It’s difficult +Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t an adult. Adolescent +Primetime sitcom star, I’ve been too far +And too much, too hard for too long. It’s still a love song +************************************************** +You Don’t Like It (So What)Jeannie Jeannie +I hear them screamin', want me back, oh +I thought you didn't believe in me, I was wack, oh +You want the in between Fellini, white and black, umm +Well I don't know I feel a way, about your ac-tions +What can you offer me, apologies +Security, amazing publicity +Or cult-status obscurity +Cause I do nothin' for the purity, the love +Get the fuck on with that, this ain't nothin' but maturity +Don't go get your white gloves to deal with it +Grown ass woman who's no prone to fearin' shit +Piss up in your snow cone jackass, so here's a tip +Don't eat the Grae snow, go fix your face bro +I swing my mace low, I don't mean mace, no +Gogo Yubari that Crazy 88 flow +No folks, your army brats made in a place so +I'm really not afraid of them, I'm Project Mayhem +I'm complex, based on an abominable case study +Based on phenomenon in space, buddy +Take that, take that, Diddy +In yo face, Eddie, turn the lights off, Teddy +You are not a beautiful snowflake, Chuck +When the goin' gets weird the weird turn pro, Hunt +If we gonna use quotes then step your quote game up +Hit the sample, Hit Girl, okay you cunts + +I'm like Judy Blume with uzi's +You're like Jacques Costeau exploring in jacuzzis +Oh wow, you really got deep there +Three feet, whoah what a fuckin' reach, yeah +OMG can you even come back up for air? +ROFLMAO, no one really cares +I'm at Waffle House, deep, picking Cher "Do You Believe" +On the jukebox and dancin' on a chair +My sleeves rolled up, I dont give a fuck fam +I'm me so what, me Jeanius, damn +Fire bad, rap good +I'm the entire back row of the class +Would you please stop trying to teach me +I'm past it, advanced Regents smashed it +Peed on it Kelly, Kelly, Regis, Justin, Kelly, Kelly, Zacked it +You might not get it, rewind it, get active +I spin spit different, hipster arachnid +Specifically classics, but consider me average if +I'm mentioned in public, cause you bound to be clowned +For includin' me in your rap list of +The top motherfuckas who ass kick +Not that the statement's not accurate (it is) +Just that motherfuckas need to face the facts a bit +Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper, nigga, handle it +New York, west side in the 20's, Chelsea Handler shit + +Looooooord have mercy +Yup, just wasted four bars there +You don't like it, so what, I don't care, nope +I can afford to waste bars like it's healthcare +In Amer- oh fuck it, I failed, yeah +All hail the prevailin' queen of fuckery here +Crown tilted to the side, and finger fuckin' the air +Upchuckin' a beer, leg humpin' a stud +Gun tucked in the rear pocket, duckin' the fuzz +Wait, I don't carry no guns, double negative + +[Outro] +Um, I, I really don't have any guns on me, officer +Um, it's just, it's a rap song, and uh, sometimes +When you say that you have guns in a rap song +People don't want to come and get you? +Um, but I understand that, uh, sometimes you may shoot yourself in the club +Uh, so I do not have guns +You may search me, and my friends +And also let us go +Thank you +I obey the law. Obey the law, guys! +I'm going to go have a drink +Not drive, just drink +************************************************** +Keep Living (The Official Bootleg Mix)[Intro] +Yeah. This the one they told me not to put out. But you got to give the people what they want. So brothers, sisters, I’ve been holding this one back. This one for y’all. Let’s go + +[Verse 1] +I'm feeling numb, thinking of changing my name to Crystal Meth +I’m playing this game, holding my mic like a pistol +Aiming at death and I love nobody +Alone in this world—that's how I came in it +But shit could flash and reverse the same in a minute +I don't even love life no more—my niggas, I just live it +And I don't love love. All the hurting is infinite +I cry myself to sleep sometimes, wept a gallon of tears +From malice, divorced mates to lost peers +Drowned it in a haze of smoke and glasses that never ran empty +Bottles of So-Co, cheap vodka and 20/20 +Spending my pennies for thoughts on quarts of Henny +Fame? Got none. Pain? Like the movie, have plenty +Like a shotgun, double-barrel fully loaded, ready to blow +I want to turn around and aim at myself +Been failing my health. I hardly even eat no more +My lunch is munchies from the corner store, tropical fantasy +Me and my family, me and my niggas used to be tight +But now we see each other on the block with no pounds +And keep it moving. Gotta move on +I know I’m doing it right. I’m still living, hustling life +Still, shit + +[Hook] +For all my niggas, smoke a pack a day +For all my niggas, hold a bottle, drink the pain away +What type of life is this? +For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave +Let’s keep living +For all my niggas, drink the pain away +For all my niggas, smoke a pack of Newports a day +What type of life is this? +For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave +Let’s keep living. Let’s keep living + +[Verse 2] +Grew up a child of an alcoholic, sister to schizophrenic +And already inherited one and they both are genetic +When sun falls, I gets no sleep. Nights is filled +With party and bullshit, Bacardi and full clips +Just to deal with it. Got a full heart, but I don't feel +With it no more. I have fury of woman who scorned +Just live my life like the X-Files and trust nobody +Forgetting everyone. Now I'm just for getting the money +Funny how shit can change and switch up, fragile to rip on you +Spent too much of my young life just trying to stitch shit up +Uh. I'm living day-by-day now. Every step is play-by-play +Hand to mouth. I'm just trying to make the moments count +Eyes read, stressing my soul. Chest grows +From heavy smoking addict since nine. A nicotine addict +Devoted at it but, still, I need some type of release +I quit the trees at least +Yo, I'm learning, niggas, but I'm slow at it +Always gave my motherfuckers the benefit of the doubt +But it seems that everybody’s just out for self +I used to love her. Now I gotta make her work for my wealth +I gotta eat, y'all + +[Hook] +For all my niggas, smoke a pack a day +For all my niggas, hold a bottle, drink the pain away +What type of life is this? +For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave +Let’s keep living +For all my niggas, drink the pain away +For all my niggas, smoke a pack of Newports a day +What type of life is this? +For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave +Let’s keep living. Let’s keep living + +[Verse 3] +It’s from rapping to nicotine, niggas clapping and niggas’ll fiend +From some shit I haven’t seen to everything I’ve been through +It's like losing the love of your life twice in the same night +Being deaf for years, gained your hearing and losing your sight +Trying to shine but I’m just getting eclipsed +I'm just trying to find the perfect words to fall from my lips +Thinking too hard about what shit has fallen—mainly the chips +Hoping the next time it’s storming, that I'm not attempting to slit wrists +Got nothing now. I’ll work my way up from the bottom +To the top of the ladder, claim what's rightfully mine +I’m working against time. It's been too long +And I haven't even had a chance to leave y'all yet. I apologize +Getting older, wiser, seen the picture painted +My destiny fated for this and not for easy times +I put my heart in these rhymes for always +Love it or leave it or ready to die +Yeah, I’m ready. Come on +************************************************** +Hater’s Anthem[Verse 1] +Liquid content may cause y'all faggots' frames to burst +Insane rhyme structure flame your brain, I blame birth +The game switched her, made her retain a greater picture +Of lame dames that couldn't be felt with braille scripture +Even deaf kids are rockin' ear plugs +I'll rip you then stick you with sticks I dipped in arsenic filled jugs +Official, you bitches, I ignite under certain circumstances +Flip back and have your ass kicked by backup dancers +Cancer choker, the Mad Hatter, the Jabberwocky of rap +Been hibernatin', contemplatin', now I'm finally back +To throw chains, so hopscotch your ass back +I'll play you close like a thong huggin' an ass crack +The verbs leave scabbed, brittle, permanent scars +That scratch deep like a cheap box of CD-Rs +Spread heat like I'm Gia's drawers, pleading the fourth +In court like, "He's the boss," then I carry you off (Fuck it) +I'm more necessary than violence on the Amistad (Oh my God) +She's wrong like eating bacon at Ramadan +I'll piss on your shoes and make you clean 'em with your mouth +Then I'll tell all your friends to send Depends to your house +Must be crazy, put speed knots in your lady +File a DNA test so it's not your baby +"Maybe we can be friends," no, just pretend +I'll slip razors in your charm bracelet, slit your skin, bitch + +[Chorus] +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Hold up) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Wait, nah) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) +Fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Hold up) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Wait, nah) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) + +[Verse 2] +Super-enhanced survival shooter with a crucial plan +Infatuated with music in loops, no scruples, man +Phrase-ologist, non-apologetic mutilator +Stays on the diss, defaming names so they can sue me later +Hater, yes, to cater us gas, the fate opposer +Philanthropist, misanthropist, underground soldier +Banana clips just start unloading in your supermarkets +Screaming 'til you're hoarse, bleeding, finding out that you're the target +Monotony flow, contradictory wordplay's in +Like bringing Satan to a baptism in a flooded basement +Jean's out to lunch, she ain't even punched in yet +You're a facsimile, I'm the original document +All shock and then lights out, drop 'em in +Selections are very buried, improper things +I'm married to rap like J.Lo to scandals +Light up a room like J. Hov's birthday candles +I'm that bright, like Steven Hawking's computer chair +Asked out a teacher on a Sadie Hawkins dare +Parallax view, see the future in my sleep +I'll battle rap you until your gullet starts to leak +Gnash your teeth, smash you then bind your feet +Thrash holes in your dome, snatch your soul and retreat +Mad Max-ish, the prose so dope, it's fantastic +Now, fold up your dough before you get yo' ass kicked + +[Chorus] +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Hold up) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Wait, nah) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) +Fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Hold up) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Wait, nah) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) + +[Verse 3] +Rush the door like a Russian whore +Mail order bitch sent to Dahmer's crib +It's an honor to split your armor, blood drip +Like Pulp Fiction when bits of bones get on ya +Shit, I just talk jargon, disregard margins +Liquidate any enemies rap incarnate +I'm cynical, criminal actions excite me +My mic cord's an umbilical that radiates high beams +Humorous, filled with more flow than a cumulus cloud +Dentist mad, he said my words abuse my mouth +So I upchucked 'em, buck-buck 'em out +Chuck 'em loud, duck down, screaming, "Fuck the crowd" +Specialized stagger, mix malt liquor with Jolt Cola +Start drinking when cops start lookin' over they shoulder +Nastier than central booking sandwiches handled tough +Cranky in the morning after smoking that cannabis stuff +Can't see it like Orphan Annie's pupils in cartoons +Can't be it like tranny's who paid for implanted wombs +Nope, that's not it, close, but no cigar +Dutch lit, but I'm passing it right past you, pa +That's all, that's Jean, the definitive minister +The sarcastic lip, bar-spitter, competitor +The un-cosmetic-ed up, shit on your pedestal +The sanitarium released, the most unforgettable +'Moked off dirt and Molotov your face +Then lock you in a box and watch you burn in a closed space +Big face, get your shit taken and replaced +With a ticking case that's strapped to your waist (Duh) +You move too slow, sloth, boost your movement +Your mind counts time like down south Screw music +Who's it? The phoenix wings spread like the Ox said +I'll knock you out a window, make you literally drop dead + +[Chorus] +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Hold up) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Wait, nah) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) +Fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Hold up) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Wait, nah) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) +************************************************** +How To Break Up With Your Girlfriend[Verse 1] +Listen up +I'm here to lay down the rules of breaking up +With you girlfriend at the end of relationship +There's lots of things you can do and many ways you can do it +I'll only give you ideas you'll have to walk yourself through it +This is not for players, I repeat, Do not try this at home +If the chick that your with is only so your dick can get boned (This is serious business) +Only follow through if you've been in a horrifying partnership for at least a year or two +Moving on +And if your girl is carrying your seed +Don't even waste your time listening to me +No Yeah +If you want to ditch her cause she's not a freak when she's in the sheets? +Go to the nudie bars and learn how to teach +I'm talking to you niggas with chicks who are gold diggers and brew +Cheated on you, Conceited and getting greedy on you +You know what you're doing +Just every five minute, get your limits on your chilling +Smoking weed or intake of Guinness +This is for y'all +The girls who take the dough, the keys to the car and be in the mall +The only thing she buy you is a phone that only she can call +Psycho chicks who like to scream in the street +Chicks who get off on being beat +Bitchy as hell in front of your mom? Man that's weak +If you live with her but she won't get a job and likes to eat +Or if you've been with her mad long but outside she's still discreet +Never mind, forget that last one, you don't count, beat concerns +If she won't hold your hand in public?(That's not your girl) +This is for men with psychos, fat girls with tight clothes +Devil strippers and hoes who date grade in night clothes +In condoms they break holes +And all their friends are stray pigeons +Listen, you getting fucked is their favourite position +I'mma help you out +Tell you how to get rid of bitches who only want you for your dick or your riches +Telling you +Just doubt before your shit bitches +They ain't your sisters, they trife +Whether your girl, fiancé or wife +Get 'em out of your life + +[Hook] +Man they gotta go +I'm just trying to let you know +How to break up with your girlfriend (Oh no) + +She trying to do you wrong (Uh-huh) +Listen to the song(Why?) +It's how to break up with your girlfriend (She's trife) + +So you better listen up (Word) +You can get stuck or learn +How to break up with your girlfriend (There's many ways man) + +Just pick one +You gotta be done (I know) +How to break up with your girlfriend + +[Verse 2] +Number one, run +Number two, threaten her with a gun +Number three, just a synonym for one, flee +Number four, when she goes out just lock the door +Hang up a sign that says closed and keep it up there like you're running a store +Five, never arrive on time, show up for dates two days late +Never ever apologize and I'm eight +Number six, constantly call her a bitch but in German +Seven, start off every Sunday with a sermon +Eight, masturbate, but only with her and only in public, in romantic restaurants (Baby rub it) +Number nine, tell her "shove it" +Ten, take it back, cry, say it again +Number eleven, make her write an essay on seven +If she won't, for number twelve +Just tell the bitch that she's going straight to hell (I thought we were doing swell) +There's no number thirteen cause I believe in superstition +One four, make the back door your only position +One five, tell her that you need it daily sixteen times +Seventeen, tell her that you had a really bad dream +It was in the office, beat her to death with a fax machine +Eighteen, buy a fax +Next, keep it by the bed +Every morning when she wakes up, hold it over her head +Number nineteen, tell her your becoming a priest +Twenty, tell her that you want to live together, show her a lease +Tell her that it's a surprise, tell her cover her eyes +Lead her down a dark alley to a cardboard box +Remove the blindfold, watch her just feint from shock +Two one, tell her that you had a son when you was twelve +Twenty-two, tell her that you're Melle Mel +Twenty-three, every time that she lets go of your hand proclaim to the world "I'm free" +Twenty-four, hit yourself repeatedly +And finally when you get down to number twenty-five +Look her straight in the eye and say "baby are you a guy" (breath through clenched teeth) +Now look, if none of this works, remember I ain't tell you shit +Just tell her she's a bad job and you quit + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Love Thirst[Verse 1] +My caramel mahogany fairy tale +He gon' do very well +Fearing for the farewell, stay awhile +We could just lay awhile +See me smile better +Lean your chest on me, make you my sweater +I want the rest of you +Pressing me head-up, I need contact +Your windows reflecting me back +Later I ask where your memories at +Your face telling me that +You need a taste, where the Hennessey's at +C'mon, lace me +Replace glasses with the tip of my tongue +I won't front baby, lady is sprung +And though relation is young +I feel us making a connection beyond +So that I (ssssss) like a chick in a saun' +No lie, won't I +Take my time, let the bass unwind +Claymation couldn't mold a better mind, you're sick +And I'll be the nurse and you be the patient +Boy, how insane could it get +You so high, baby + +[Hook] +High, you're making me so +High, you're getting me so +High, c'mon +High, you're making me so +High, baby I'm +So high off your love, ooh, ooh + +[Verse 2] +Okay, turn the lights out +No turn 'em back on +Want you to see my backbone and my black tone +Start minimal, raise it to animal please +You're no amateur, please me I'm tangible +Knees be all tangled up, like the handles +Placed on the mantle, that romantic angles +We'll slow dance til tangoing gets horizontal +I know you go longer than flows with no comma +I'm high on ya, you like it don't cha +Could survive by just biting on ya +Like those, high notes, nibble just a little bit +Everything I'm thinking you're already delivering it +Quiver, pleasure unheard +You ain't even done first baby when I done burst +Crazy I'm in love thirst, you are the quencher +Maybe we should be taping so you can remember +I'm just saying + +[Refrain x2] + +[Outro] +High, you're making me so +You're making me so - high +I'm getting so - high +Baby, high off +Why not +Stop, okay +Don't stop +It's loud, c'mon +Not there, not there +Ooh, oh baby, don't do that +Don't do that +************************************************** +Don’t Rush Me[Intro: Jean Grae] +9th, 9th’s got them beats that you just sing to for no reason. Sometimes, you got to get to know yourself, you gotta travel a little bit, look at yourself from another perspective, so I try to do that. Come on + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Listen +There’s nothing like knowing yourself, like the way I know +The smoke has kind of broken my health, like the way I know +My flow don’t make appropriate wealth. I can’t change that +But funny I’m saying that when it’s money I’m aimed at +I don’t give a fuck if you frame that or quote it (Shit) +I meant what I said ‘cause I wrote it—point noted +I know I’m overly sensitive when it comes to, well +Just about everything, and I’m +So hardheaded, I don’t need your help, like +No advice for these records ‘less it’s me and myself, like +I don’t ever wanna breathe if it requires assistance—just +Just shut down my system. I’m a victim of +Choosing bad love, bad luck Lucy +Every man touched seems to be a doozy, and, plus +I’m attached to this looseleaf, stand on my two feet +So it’s hard enough to even have to physically move me +Go ahead and try + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +I know I’m on the right path +To who I’m gonna be at last, so don’t +Rush me, nigga (Just try). I know I’m wrong and right +At the same time, both—I’m the dark and light +And they say, “Life means everything to live” +At the same time, I got everything to give +Just don’t rush me (Hey, get your hand off me, man) +Don’t rush me (You stupid? I’ll cut you) + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +I gotta be more disciplined, I’m listening +More to straight logic, blocking random shit that’s drifting in +Age is a motherfucker (Damn right). Find myself +Staring at the little kids, thinking, “I can beat ‘em like a stepmother” +Creeping on a come-up of thirty soon, but looking +Twenty—ooh! The food catches up to you now plenty +Attending christenings of my best friend’s children +And then asking, “Who’s next?” And I’m wishing for +Six more wishes for Christmas or kids on +The wish list or for time machines to be in existence (Uh huh) +I’m a team player—not (Nope). The dry wit is similar +To Arizona weather—say it, nigga: hot! +Patent-leather soles, tapping at my bowl +If the album’s not platinum, then I’ll have to rack a gold (Shit) +This rapping ain’t for nothing unless I hold plaques so I +Can sit up on a boat like Colin, roll that, and you know that + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +I know I’m on the right path +To who I’m gonna be at last, so don’t +Rush me, nigga (Just try). I know I’m wrong and right +At the same time, both—I’m the dark and light +And they say, “Life means everything to live” +At the same time, I got everything to give +Just don’t rush me (Hey, didn’t I just tell you?) +Don’t rush me (Fall back nigga) + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +See, this here is the most serious +That I’ve ever been, the most clear-headed +My gear fetish clearly needs an account +So if I need, I’ll smoke ‘em all like Dennis Leary, and I’m out +Beef’s great though. Thanks for adding more insecurities +Just as I was finding my level of maturity +Just as I was minding my business, tried to murder +Jean’s confidence, but, lucky for me, you’re all incompetent +Road block in this, yes. I see ‘em trying +To put a stop to my obnoxiousness, but +I stay long-winded like saying, “George Papadopoulous” +I know, but I write from this heart with this, so +I’ve got some things to work on, my moodiness +Like masturbation—gets its jerk on. My fascination +With the fast pace, the money’s encapsulated +In my mind space like, “What a thrill” +Past dated, and I know I’m not in last place +But it’s hard to work through it with this masked face +The masking tape above the window keeps the cold out +And every time I’m laying down, my back breaks because it’s old now +I yell too much, get stressed too quick +But the best thing about it? I can change that shit +And still remain who I came down to Earth to be +It’s not Jean Grae—that’s just a name, you’ll see + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +I know I’m on the right path +To who I’m gonna be at last, so don’t +Rush me, nigga (Just try). I know I’m wrong and right +At the same time, both—I’m the dark and light +And they say, “Life means everything to live” +At the same time, I got everything to give +Just don’t rush me +Don’t rush me + +[Outro: Jean Grae] +Please don’t make me kill you. I don’t want to. I don’t need to go to jail right now. I got things to do. I can’t be locked up, man. My momma! My momma! No, momma! No! No! Anyway. Yo, thanks, man. Thank you, 9th. And we had a beautiful lunch. Don’t be afraid to talk in the back! Thanks, everybody, for coming out tonight. Justus League! What up Flames?!? What up, though! Flames, you’re dope! You the man, Flames! Hahaha! You the man! We out +************************************************** +CaseBasket[Verse 1] +Hold up -- wordsmith, Blacksmith +Girl in the school parking lot with a fat spliff +Old shit, full circle, Bob Barker, back flips +Got mad rap kids but not a Catholic +Preaching that gospel, not Baptist +Redesign placements, nos-ag-stic +Getting too crazy? My bad, shit +Right, you ain't lazy, I'm bat shit +Basket case, you can blame me, it's the madness +J.G., congrats, bitch +In rap's last place, so the vantage point's dangerous +A black ditch underground cave where the canvas +Is the wall around me stained with my blood and my fans' pics +A motherfucker with nothing to lose is a bad bitch +Misconstrued, miss my aim, you lose +Kiss the shoes, diss my name, hiss, boos +Your clique is fools, fucking with niggas and jigaboos +I'm sick of buffoons, fucking sick of thinking of coons +I ain't ever dig a rule, or kick a particular tune +I'm penning its venting me nicotine, liquor, and booze +I'm me, choose choice, it's the new shit +Don't be confused, boys, the new shtick is no shtick -- promote this +Offbeat, off road shit, with a Kotex +Flow mo heavy than most chicks +So fuck a 28 days -- I keep a Tampax with my show shit +Right next to an open bottle reekin' of roses +Next to a broken bottle seepin' leakin' neurosis +Sleeping on Jeannie? Most is? +Most ears ain't heard of the beating, cause I'd be most feared +See, it's more convenient to leave me alone in the background +Blacked out, in a basement with a gagged mouth +I ain't want nobody to save me, I'll hack out +Shawshank redemption, no thanks to mention +Act now, get a special deal on the raps out +For free 99 I'll beat 99 acts down +But leave one please, I need a comedy track clown +Your beats jokes relief, hope you finally go that route +If thee is next to Tsidi don't act out +I'm a phe-no-me-non, retarded don like my mommy done crack (wow) +A super jerk, call me Clark Kent at sperm bank with girl mags +I'd be like SPIT if I burned tags +I burn flags, burn, man, not books or bras, fam +Swing bars, multiple partners, Tarzan +Marzipan, that's it, no reference, no depth shit +Breathe and let the bars stand +************************************************** +You Don’t KnowBlack people raise up, anger management cases to the front line +Your day's up, children, I hope you didn't quit your day jobs +Been in it, hosting shit like Canadian Asians host SARS +I'm kidding, no really pa, you're fibbing, you rented your car +I'm spilling these phrases like seizure waitresses holding trays +This is greatness, the most endangered species on the playlist +Hey pay this, you fucks +No need to pay for a facelift you sluts +You slept, stupid I'm more dangerous than Michael's face is +I cut through it like a machete's built on my tongue +Leave you stitched up like Eeyore with your teeth all gums, you weak whore +The meek inherits now, but I speak veteran prose +Like I'm Tom Cruise in a wheelchair with my pants all sewn +Now how many times do I need to explain +You faggot Hannibal Lector niggas, you all eat brain +I will damage your whole system, hack into your mainframe +Crack your bones like I'm cracking computer codes, I am not playing +I am not done spraying nigga, give me my mic back +Don't ever, ever, ever try some shit even like that +I'm a con artist, a schemer, a dealer, a dope +That you feed to your ears through the speakers and feel it 'til it's leaking out your throat +Teacher, preacher, city-wide spelling champ +Your girl felt it so much, she started doing a belly dance +I'm heavy man, like an ACME safe in a cartoon +I'll drop-catch you man, I'll slam right into your car roof +I'm nasty, the antithesis of this mastery +Keep feeding you and feeding you with buckets of candy +Hand ransom notes to all cops at random +With the planted remote in the throat of the kidnapped grandson +For how many grams, one +Wait 'til they're in range, then pull the little chain +Clothesline them just in time to see the boy's exploding brains +I'm sick, I need help, I climb inside of a track +I tell them, I know what I'm doing those aren't snares, those are slaps +One slap, two slaps, three slaps, four +Then I spaz out and stab - forget what the fuck I was counting for +Don't fuck with me, please I'm asking nicely, back off +Put thumbtacks in my hands and grab your nuts, nigga cough +You don't understand Jean, never in your life seen +A girl with more flow than an Iraqi soldier's canteens +More ignored than a homeless on a train begging for change +More credit due to me than a store that doesn't exchange +In Cali, rip ya mayne, New York, damage ya dog +Get on a plane, la voy aca el encima in Spain +I'm dead wrong, too smart to be beefing with little tarts +Jean turn your scream into murmurs like an irregular heartbeat +Hardly the amateur, can't wait for the album tour +Fall come, I'm bringing the malice straight to your campus floor +Manhandle y'all, in France I'm Jean Van-Damnit +All writing hard like carving the Twelfth Commandment, naw +I didn't skip one cause Biggie penned the eleventh +A moment of silence for all the fallen soldiers in heaven +Now moving along children +I screw with your whole vision like fog in the road, listen +Too hot and you know it, burn like a cock when you go piss +And there's snot in the hole dripping and you gotta go to the clinic +Hey, I'm just guessing +Jean's here to level the playing field +I don't care about your spot or what you got for your record deal +I don't care about your feelings or your marketing gimmicks +I just rap -- been here, you just wasn't ready to hear it +I dropped Attack, critics hollered back with a thumbs-up +Exposing those who didn't -- Oliver Wang, you dumb fuck +Untuck your spine, gun-butt you with a Super Soaker +Make you scream louder than the sound of the background vocals +Choke you with a magazine page, then in a rage +Flip you over like quarters on the back of your arm on Happy Days +I've written about life, I spitted about art +I represent the underground cause they've been with me from the start +No, Jean's not hard now, Jean hasn't changed +I was 18 on the first record, I've just experienced the game +Not a thug, not a drug seller, not a gun shooter +Not a stripper, sex symbol, or anything you're used to +Marketing nightmare, I don't fit into categories +I just rap, make beats and shit and sleep all these stories +All I want is a voice, all the people need is choice +If there's no competition then what is the fucking point +You can't win by default, unless you're scared of a challenge +It's not really a fair game if you don't allow balance +What the fuck is a se...somebody get this woman a drink +************************************************** +Blame Game[Intro] +I'm sure it's my fault, right? +Okay + +[Hook] +Let's not play the blame game, I love you +Let's not play the blame game, sure +Let's not call out names, names, I hate you +Let's not call out names, names, for sure + +[Verse 1] +It's really easy to say it over this Yeezy beat +More complicated, intoxicated through Greasy's teeth +I wanna tell you both to free my mind and free the speech +But when I wanna say I love you, only evil leaks +I speak mean and I reason it with a hundred things +Not one the things that I'm uttering when under drinks +Is how I really feel, the feelings built a wall up +Skyscraper with every story it gets taller +I'm facing this February with less morals +Less normal, more Nellie Olesen, less Laura +Had it with explorations, less Dora +Less explanations, less mortal +See if I'm less human then depression is avoided +So if I'm lessening you then the stress of it is voided +If I'm questioning who's been in your bed I'm annoyed at +Any answer given so what is the point? +Ah doy, at that +I used to call back and cause pain +To call names, text til my batteries all drained +Nameless anatomy next to me all frame +Add lust and mix and fill it up all the same, this +Can't go on forever so I'll play the plagiarist in this endeavor, change the words from Mr. Legend, let's not play the blame game +That shit's forever less than anything we ever were and I don't get regrets no matter how the rest occurred + +[Hook] +Let's not play the blame game, I love you +Let's not play the blame game, sure +Let's not call out names, names, I hate you +Let's not call out names, names, for sure + +[Verse 2] +Right... We were really on the same side +At some point you rolled strange die +Double sided, Trouble written on this game, I +Can't play Sorry anymore, that aim is tired +I give up on winning, you in them women, live it +If you ain't in them women, shit really nothing different +You gotta call it quits when it's splitsville +Or continue to bicker with niggas shit still +Nothing moved, nothing gained, everybody's hurt +Fuck it, everyone's to blame, hope everybody learns +Sometimes I sit and study your name with other words +So one of these days it'll blur with others unrehearsed +The "he said, she said," please man +Y'all fueling it with energy like Keyspan +No more, not me fam, we was something 'fore The Nothing came and ended us we began + +[Hook] +Let's not play the blame game, I love you +Let's not play the blame game, sure +Let's not call out names, names, I hate you +Let's not call out names, names, for sure + +Somehow it's always gonna be my fault +************************************************** +#8[Edgar Allen Floe] + +What up Jean, you know theres a lot of nonsense in the streets right now, you see it right? Tell 'em whats up + +[Jean Grae] + +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 tenement +Aimed back at the tenants, my face crack in a venomous rage +I really wanna blaze all you, burn you like 8 whores 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, I get down nigga, like them brown people +Saturday Night, Geechi Suede and Sonny Cheeba, lift ya +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, standing by my mate, my king +Planning for Jamaica honeymooning, vacationing +Cd breaking in, skipping on this track like I've been scraping it +Scraping it, scraping it, bring it back +Sicker than 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, I would 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, find a purse +I could make you love me if you fuck with me violence occurs +New York pimp game the worst chick since the birth 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 'til shes crippled making you step with her +Cause I could mark you too, show you what a dart could do +When your aorta's the target, nigga pardon you... +************************************************** +Going Crazy{*harmonizes*} + +[Verse 1] +Walkin' down a dark alley, shook as a bitch, lookin' behind me (shit) +I'm paranoid, heart beatin' like clips that unload fast +And click 'til you drop in a ditch +And get colder by the moment while you moan and you twitch, oh +Somebody's followin' Jean +Now somethin's creepin' up 'tween the shadows and the city lights +And it's mean +I can't sleep no more +Can't eat, can't keep food inside of my jaw +Pardon me y'all +I feel it in the air like I'm Phil Collins +The whole problem is ill, my first instinct's to get violent +I can't see it clearly, God wished me safety +If He ever appears then please just God take me +I'm hearin' words spoken when I'm turnin' off the lights +Feelin' hands chokin' my neck, provokin' me to fight +Jean's lost it, sweet Jesus, mind's been accosted +In prison and these visions and yo, I can't come off it +Oh God + +[Hook] +I think I'm goin' crazy +Oh Lord I'd wish you'd save me +(Oh God) I can't keep runnin' +Please, somebody save me +(Oh Lord, la la la la) +Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh + +{*harmonizes*} + +[Verse 2] +I'm thinkin' it's some Geto Boys-"Mind Playin' Tricks on Me" shit +And I'm Bushwick, punchin' the ground and Willie D's +Holdin' me down to my knees while I'm poundin' my teeth on the street +Until my backbone is splittin', everything bleeds +Man I need help or counselin', somethin' +How about I Ed Norton it? Find a support group +Start frontin' like I been afflicted with sickness +Just witness some pain, get some sleep, and just maybe +I'll kick this +Insane cliques of dangerous agents from "The Matrix" +Invadin' brain space +I need a refill of pills, I hate this +Gats'll hold me back from smashin' my grill +And equal package of holdin' nerves back from they will +I'm backtrackin' through the nightmares +Fight tears, drown beers like I'm Norm avoidin' Vera in Cheers +Much older then years +I'm still runnin' from 'em, all fears, runnin' runnin' + +[Hook] +I think I'm goin' crazy (uh huh) +Oh Lord I'd wish you'd save me +(Oh God) I can't keep runnin' +Please, somebody save me +(Oh Lord, la la la la) +Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh + +{*harmonizes*} + +[Verse 3] +It's a Rockwell song, niggas are watchin' me through my cell phone +I can hear the tappin' through the dial tone +They track me, hack me, somebody's gonna get me hectic now +My neck twitch and muscles stay restless +Brain patterns scattered, hectic hexes on the mind +(where they at?) Suspected everyone I ever met +Better yet lately I've been thinkin' I'd been better dead +Put a bullet hole inside my fitted cap and call it end +The story's ill because the motherfuckers never let up +My mental thrills cuz my Spidey senses always get up +I let off, I let go +I lick shots so they know that I fight +My neighbors call the cops every night (shit) +I won't answer the do' cuz I'm scared +And the dro just won't help but I smoke just to get me right +I see 'em creepin' in the dark, comin' for me +Demons on my terrace and menace in the shadows, I'm scared nigga + +[Hook] +I think I'm goin' crazy (uh huh) +Oh Lord I'd wish you'd save me +(Oh God) I can't keep runnin' +Please, somebody save me +(Oh Lord, la la la la) +Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh + +{*harmonizes*} + +I think I'm goin' crazy +Oh Lord I'd wish you'd save me +(Oh God) I can't keep runnin' +Please, somebody save me +(Oh Lord, la la la la) +Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh + +{*harmonizes*} +************************************************** +Killin Em[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Jean, always inappropriate +The socially inept, the stogie smoker +With a Boba Fett helmet on the red carpet +That I bought from Target +See you can do it too, I just take it the farthest +Screw you +I can make you take your brain apart +With garden tools a rake to start with, ho +Get out my lane for starters, I'm a rapist barber +I'll line 'em up and fuck their faces with this +Razor sharp wit, as sharp as 8 guitar picks +Fitted with lasers on 'em +I'm getting Asian on 'em +Do the math +Stations got Nathan on 'em, nothing +Playing, fucking cowards +You're due the wrath, I do devour, rude for hours +Due to last, brutal bruiser, Shropshire Slasher +Fucking posers, I'm unglued and past help I'm know I'm +Self help books ....with no pages on stages, felt this? +Cooked by Food Chain, it's amazing, hey, keep her +In your good graces cause I'm...I'm uh... + +[Hook] +Killing everybody in sight + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Finagle verbatim with anger +Based in hatred, for lazy rappers +Play me backwards, get no satan statements +The opposite of Jason Statham, never crunk mechanic, nope +I'm drunk, my manics, slow, I never judge or panic +Panoramic flow, as wrong as NAMBLA on +Yo Gabba Gabba's show, when I'm in town the ambulances show +Word evangelist, diabolical vandalist +Infamous, Maya Angelou with Marlon Brando shit +Cantankerous as kangaroos on angel dust +I'll kick your face in til your face is facing 8 of us +I'm out of order, got restraining orders? Wait, your honor! +He made me do it, I'm a angel, check my face, I'm honest +I make electric chair music +I dare you music +It's fair to use it in scenarios wherever you is +View it as killer, not sedated or some euthanasia +When Jean is illing +Call your mama tell her that your days up +I'm...I'm ... uh + +[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch] +Myers, Michael, Psycho +Lucky Number Slevin +6 million ways to die +Saw Seven +Leaving skeletons charred with dental records revealed... +Post... +Stab Kelloggs strangle General Mills +Gattaca, black magic more dramatic than Attica +Defrost your head and then smack the +Shit out of yah, then refreeze it call it the +First murder remix, kill 'em revive em I leave them alive paraplegic +I've never seen my reflection, guess who you're about to interview +Make heads spin, literally, separate blood... +Centrifuge +Generally accused of a mutant who +Kills sentinels eventually +For days of futures past intentionally +I'm in a clinic for sinners who reach there insanity pinnacle +Strangle instrumental interludes with chords umbilical +Step light, expedite +Left, right, ventricle from Queens to Flint +No finger print is identical I'm +************************************************** +I Rock On[Hook] +I rock on and on and on and on +And niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +That's right, they go on and on and on and on +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +Ah, come on, Greasy + +[Verse 1] +Took a little time but brought +It back for the real heads +Feels real good to be +Back in the building +The lack of the spectacular +Was crushing your soul yeah +Miraculous the lack of risk +Amongst all the foes here +The awesomest of misses +New submission to history, reminiscing on +The generations pissing in Dixie, cups +I carry with me, all the souls, so the kids be +Atta girl go getters, incredible "know the ledges" broads +I'm a legend, call John, nigga ask him +And every motherfucker's taking bronze rapping +With Jeannie on a track it's really leaning to harassment +Am I wrong class, NO +I'm an original iconoclast, monotone +Monochrome clothes, with her mama's ass +Sly Stone, Everyday People +Colon comma dash +That's a profile of me as an emoticon +I know it's clever baby, because I wrote the song + +[Hook] +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +That's right, now come on +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +Now come on + +[Verse 2] +Every day I'm unmistakably high-er +You would think I had some coke or mary jane +On my rider, nope +Only dope is fire up is blokes that I rival +Even though they mostly hate the quotes they know they inspire +I'm too dope to retire +I'm too broke to be tired +I'm supposed to be flyer, not remotely weak either +Climbing over these liars laying lower each lineup +Rhyming over reason find her praying rosary kind of, like +Miners, Chilé +Divine bust, really +The rhymes blessed, dressed as the madonna +With frilly, ruffled black lace gloves +And tucking a macmilly, in her clutch bag actually +What's so bad? Blasphemy? +Kill me then, silly +I'll sell more records, and +Still be getting busy +The afterlife beckons with the cash I reckon +Maul y'all like wrecking balls, y'all better recognize +Bad when you see it y'all + +[Hook] +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +Now come on, that's right +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +Now come on + +[Verse 3] +You don't really wanna say "fuck Jean" right? +Cause I'm the motherfucking (A) A+ dean type +To make a ruckus then blame it on all the +(B) B's (C) seize, (D) deez nuts, bitches, these stunts +(E) Ease back man +(F) Eff y'all I'm a G +(H)hate I, J, (K) 'kay, take the L with +(M)'em, fake N-O way +Please +Pass the (P) peas like they used to say +I'm Q in Juice, you (R)are (S)escargot +Snail pace, you gon' fail the race +I (T)tee off +(U)You stay sub par +You got your V out, at the W bar +(X) Xavier's school is where I'm laying my head +Talented, yes gifted, is the Grae with the pen +(Y) Why... say less I stay in the best +Listed top ten while you drift into (Z)zed +I'm Zen + +[Outro] +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +But probably five +Because six is entirely too late +************************************************** +The Jam[Verse 1] +All right, let's get down to business +Pour out some Guinness +Khrysis, get on the jack and tell them they're so finished +Christ to the Jesus, the Jeanius came back as a Phoenix +9th like, "Yo Jean, I got some heaters" +Well, I got some lines that turn grown men +Back into the fetus position with they penis pissing +Didn't mean to be the meanest spitting +It just happened, you know? +Like getting drunk and then you slip and you're cheating (oh!) +It's been a crazy year -- brought back the doorknockers +Baby hair, one sleeve up like Slim Shady's gear +I'm writing with Afeni's baby work ethic +Plus I'm Aileen Wuornos... minus the murder record +Plus I'm highly unconcerned -- you can find me, mouth turned +Like the smiley up on AOL (you're a fucking nerd!) +Fuck it -- so? You fucks with it, though +The structureless flow +The seemingly haphazard, really exact patterns +So Jean is Jean Travers, y'all is just jackasses +By and large, the fact of the matter that I'm in charge, that rapper +That's accurate, spectacular, fantastic +Scrumtrulescent, uncontested funky, bitch + +[Hook] +You all steppin' cause this is the fucking jam +People turning the beat up, my people clap their hands +My niggas keep truckin', my ladies throw up your hands +Dance to the record, just dance to the record girl + +You all steppin' cause this is the fucking jam +People turning the beat up, my people clap their hands +My niggas keep truckin', my ladies throw up your hands +Dance to the record boy, dance to the record boy + +[Verse 2] +I need a private insane asylum to grant asylum to me +It could get violent quickly if you don't believe me, God forgive me +An honorary anonymous superstar +Followed by the very time I salute where the stupid fall +A low road, but no going back +Not when you've got a fucking logo in the promo rack +Signing records, taking pictures -- you can no-no that +Gotta finish, gotta win; as God as my witness, I'm in... +And y'all'll have to jump me out of this bitch +I'm talking Eastsiders, Westsiders, Blood-ers, and Crips +All them Decepts, at least three sets and grips +And I'll reset -- until then, it's recess, bitch +So c'mon + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Style Wars[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Man, I pray y'all still +Catching the heat, spill +Mash in your grill and potato smash and your caps peeled—feel it? +Like a teen under bleachers +Valley girls, pep rally cheerleaders +Sluts named Sally either +You're brain-dead or your veins pump nothing +If you ain't saying Jean's bumping, name ain't puffing +Suckas rain-ducking. You'll be running, your frame tucked in +To the pain like I'm Wesley in the King—say something, nukka +Fuck you and the mayor +Dunk on you like a Rutgers player, cut abrupt your layup +I got a luxury layer that needs bucks to pay up +So when I jux y'all, I'm aiming for the cummerbund layers +Son of a gun, she's a hundred-and-one tons—heavy +Chase paper like my momma done named her hon "Chevy" +Cornflakers. I'll roofie tall +Like I'm handballs and lose you in a booth or stall +You're a lukewarm goof-off with loot galore +And I'll poop scoop your fans and shoot them all +I give a damn, I'll abuse the law +Get Judge Mathis in a blindfold, feed him wine, lead him to traffic—awwww + +[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) +We don't have to bust rounds to shut the club down +She'll come for you, hunt ya punks down like blood hounds +Ayyo, it's Jean to the Grae—we like, "What the fuck now?!?" +Cups up—now chug it down, then spread some love around + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Triple-6 soul with a gold wiffle bat +That I hold... and a sickle pole, taped to my back +You fold. Your hands not fucking with mine +It's just sucking your own dick like I'm tucking your spine +Cry me a river, nigga. They'll find you in Ipanema +Tied to a line with a leech in your liver +On a beach with a bitch from the song, grinding limes +And your smashed teeth, laughing, while you're screaming and crying +Loose-lipped, who figured this chick'll be +So obtuse with it to flip it this way (Hey!) +My mind sharper than a fucking switchblade—lick me +Don't fixate on a picture, nigga—switch page +I'm Daft, Punk. Stab you with a catheter +With an open pen, then put the cap right back in ya +You're tappin' a life. You ain't attackin' it right +I go platinum with no dough and half of your life, dummy + +[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) +We don't have to bust rounds to shut the club down +She'll come for you, hunt ya punks down like blood hounds +Ayyo, it's Jean to the Grae—we like, "What the fuck now?!?" +Cups up—now chug it down, then spread some love around + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +Listen up: I'm Cisco mixed with whiskey +I know the security—they won't frisk me +I'm made of material that bounces off +Your mouth talks of the foulness, crowds you walk. When it +Deflects back and it hits your limbs +'Til your reflexes slack and you kick up ya tims +It's all personal +Maybe when I'm pulling your purse strings +Cut your life short like nurses at birthings +Curse you with one less finger than Oprah +To Danny Glover in purple, your purpose is over +No soldier could stop it—war's 'bout to be poppin' +I'm like a broken faucet. You should just forfeit—you lost it +Stick a fork into you—you're done +Niggas with a spork in they lungs, walk awkwardly—I'm warning you +Before you could step to the death of you +Nerve of you—talking shit with Jean right next to you +I'm restless. In one second, I could arrest you +Wait, I'm giving lessons on what the best can do +Catch you hiding in a darkened vestibule +Slit your neck open from your chest—who's next to duel? + +[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) +We don't have to bust rounds to shut the club down +She'll come for you, hunt ya punks down like blood hounds +Ayyo, it's Jean to the Grae—we like, "What the fuck now?!?" +Cups up—now chug it down, then spread some love around + +[Outro: Jean Grae] +Aight, one last shot +Goddamn Giuliani +Shuttin' down clubs at four o'clock in the morning +Can't get no alcohol +Bitch! +************************************************** +Shot![Produced by Fatin] + +[Intro] +You shot me in the heart +Deep in my soul + +[Verse] +Packed my favorite Mamba +S-A, S-A-D-A +Fifteen to forty rounds by relay +Dos trejo pistol, esse +S.A. Mexico, model uno +Treinty dos, machine spray +Cobra, Rhodesia farmers, bush war, vintage +Nine millimeter blowback, partially dented +Sanna 77 the apartheid weapon +Nine by nineteen millimeter Parabellum +Single shots, forty round submachine +Open stock in owen gun +Only 50,000 built. Owning one? +Priceless. 700 rounds a minute +Nine limbs an oodle, an Uzi, a Sterling, a spector +Beretta model 3, Heckler-Koch, Mossberg Maverick +Mossberg Magnum, gun city Magnum pump action +Excalibur crossbow, an alloy javelin +(Wait, how'd that get in there? Shit happens) +A Barrett M-99 made in '99 +Single-shot, bolt-action, weight 25 (hacked in) +A Barrett M-95 made in '95 +Twenty-nine inch barrel, five round box magazine +Rager automatic rifle, 1940 Cape Town +Gas action ten round, iron sight on a mount +Base a machine gun, United Kingdom +Used by island Mark 3, I'll fire one +AR-832 Italian, send Marco battalion +Never-used AVB 762 +Musco 225 large caliber +910 Blunderbuss, check your Britannica +Enter the building, mask quick, block the cameras +Trap the elevator shaft off with gas canisters +Backpack thrown over both of the black banisters +Wracked with panic, that's advantage, I manage it +Two stairs at a time, flew it and climb +Flew in the door, and the door marked 9 +I marked time on the watch says +Time on the watch, man, I +Crept low like I'm cheating +I blow the door, bereavement +I wish I could have changed my feelings +I wish my wrist wasn't raising even +I wish, babe, that you wasn't a raving heathen +And I hope the plain bitch was amazing -- we even +************************************************** +My Crew[Verse 1] +My family dream with me under city lights +Pump the lighters, scream it’s righteous, work it out, but y’all ain't hearin' it +Words travel deep in your spirit alone +I cruise the block and use the box to serenade the moonlight with the speakers +Niggas lean back deep in your seats and feel me +Cliques and crews in hoods and gangs who love it, I'm lovin' you dearly +Keep hustlin', jugglin' pressure, life, and success +Those who made it debate it until another's deaf +We buried ourselves under the jail without shovels and dirt on our nails +Bubbles with crime and trouble tales and street violence turned extreme (Calling out names) +To rippin' joints on stage to cuttin' fame time short +To life-supportin' none but just realize what y’all done +We've given 'em reasons to scream on us and it's just begun +What happened to us in the bigger picture? +Don't you understand when one of us falls—step—we're all fallin' with ya? +C'mon (Yeah) + +[Hook] +If you believe in us, then we will believe that +(All I need is the love of my crew) +(Yeah, all right) +Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) +You're better than this +If you believe in us, then we will believe that +(All I need is the love of my crew) +(Yeah, all right) +Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) +You're better than this + +[Verse 2] +I represent for a nation. Thought we was in it together +But I guess it gets strange when money rains in sunny weather +Tougher than leather? We're weaker than glass +And shattered on the side of the road. Try to get a ride, but pass each other fast +The closed aves throw hash, ice, and whips +Have blinded us. Never mind how the mind just trips for glitch +Shit, niggas. Rich niggas got us in tow +If it's not enough, they gotta put us all on a show +Y’all lost me somewhere between waking and coffee +That shit changed so quick, I didn't blink and it cost me +Fuck it, it costs us. You even know where we at? +Fucked with you. I hear that we can't even open the map +Rap's dead, rap sucks, but thanks to y’all for killin' it +Grillin' it down and spillin’ its guts and fillin' it back up with trash +Wait up… I mean cash +But ain’t the two synonymous with media politics? +(You know they love it) + +[Hook] +If you believe in us, then we will believe that +(All I need is the love of my crew) +(Yeah, all right) +Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) +You're better than this +If you believe in us, then we will believe that +(All I need is the love of my crew) +(Yeah, all right) +Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) +You're better than this + +[Verse 3] +What y’all fightin' for? +For the light of the raw battle? Naw +Can't be the latter ‘cause music just doesn't matter, right? +Maybe I'm pitchin’ emotions to broken ears +And livin’ in years when shit was spoken clearly without all the bullshit +Pulling clips, replacing kings with court jesters +Bought pressers, proclaimed the best is paid and just forsake the rest +Who made it possible to be spittin' +If you got the same type of us women grinnin', then your joint’ll keep spinnin' +I swear it's like swimmin' with sharks in public pools in shallow water +And some of these artists is fuckin' your youngest daughter +Feel me? Ain't no real fam—niggas is playin’ you +Trust me—I wouldn't let my brother have his way with you +I'm only stating facts—shit is plain as flood lights +We drop ten. I wanna fuck you, maybe two, one mics +I'm just tryna keep it done right—want some unity +I want our crew to be just like it used to be + +[Hook] +If you believe in us, then we will believe that +(All I need is the love of my crew) +(Yeah, all right) +Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) +You're better than this +If you believe in us, then we will believe that +(All I need is the love of my crew) +(Yeah, all right) +Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) +You're better than this +************************************************** +Imagine[Verse 1] +Everybody wants to be loved, so we - +Try again, try and get some company thugs +Like we work there, like we - +Are punking the system, getting jerked there +For the workload, and at your worst low +You reverse-breathe, forget your birthright +Forget your own worth, forget the first night +That you discovered how beautiful this art is +When you embarked on your journey to depart this +Normalized, formal-ass, formalized world +But to form your last words is, "The world" - +Is mine, is just the perfect line for us +Get us all, Scarface'd up +The relation of coming from nothing to everything +Does explain us, got nothing to do with drugs (in most cases) +Heart crises seem more superfluous +So it's the curse of us, and fuck dating us +Cause we some crazy motherfuckers, our natures +Don't call for being reined in more places +Than everywhere, bury it here, your pride, c'mon +Got nothing to lose, got nothing to prove +I define my place as homeostasis +With Chromeo bass riffs and "Homey don't play this" +But no, we won't play this, with tonys and geishas +With Kick-Ass and Hit Girl, lonely ovations +With phony oasises, Romeo playlists +Chrome to your faces (?) +Urban legend like a Chupacabra with the blah-blah +I know I don't exist, mute la palabra +Mutant demi-god, Zeus said that I was half-Artemis +Or maybe Aphrodite -- haven't lived half of my life, B +So I haven't decided yet who's inside of me +Pause--everything +And I don't really want to choose anything +If I have to; semi-automatic wedding ring +To shoot through these blues with a dude who +Makes the days less fuckery-infused +I'm trying to tell your people to fuck with this cruise +You just want tomfoolery +And I'm not who you are, or who I used to be +I'm not every day, I'm not usually +************************************************** +Live Up[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Fuck y’all motherfuckers, fuck your fame +Fuck your team of niggas, fuck your name +I could crush y’all cold, ice, diamonds, profane prolific +I’m Cobain but living, I’m “Don’t Explain” Billie +Holiday’s spirit, you feel it in your veins, heroin +Addict conceal it like the pain I revisit every time +I do a line, more rhymes for nothing (So what’s) +(My time for?) Writing off? I endorse nothing but me +Shit, no product but free speech, prophetical +Sleestak, nobody can reach me—go tweet that, Greasy +I’m the preacher of freedom rap, just freedom from +Being wack, no Perry, Madea crack—go ‘head if you +Feeling that. I know you gon’ give me flack for it. “She +Wacky, black. We, as a people, should stand for it” +Surprise, nigga. I’ll open your eyes bigger—no, not for them thighs +I have been destined to rise higher than all this + +[Hook: Talib Kweli and Jean Grae] +We came too far to give up +So now we just got to live up +I live high, forget lows +And I fly, and I grow +See, we so high when we get down +And once you fly, can’t forget how +I live high, forget lows +And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Outcast, misfit, the chick don’t fit +Outlast your quick shit, cliques, hits, boasts, beefs +Wrists, ‘fros, the gold teeth, trend brought back +The shitloads of switched dress codes—damn jeans. “Damn, Jean +You still rap? You’re still a fucking thorn sticking +Yourself into more war? For what?” +I’m so happy that you asked! (Applause!) To crack jaws +To black eyes, to change mind, to crack joke, to chastise +To toast drinks, to expose, to promote +Think! To post links, to face foes, to erase foes +To face those who ain’t know, to chase +Free caseloads with other free caseloads, but never +To catch a case though. Old-school queso +Not to get poked on Facebook or fame, no +Just kidding. This is for the same dough +Same lane-playing, same ball, same park, same glow + +[Hook: Talib Kweli and Jean Grae] +We came too far to give up +So now we just got to live up +I live high, forget lows +And I fly, and I grow +See, we so high when we get down +And once you fly, can’t forget how +I live high, forget lows +And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +You gon’ +Have to let me in at some point—eh, you probably don’t +‘Cept at gunpoint, and if I said I had a gun, it’d be +A cliché, plus it’d be a gun, plus be in your face +Welcome to my purgatory, the urgent story in a +Perpetual state, ignoring. If you can imagine +The things it burdens on me, you can just imagine +The hurt—I’ve learned ignoring. My person is the person +In the verses’ stories vs. the person in the first-person stories +Vs. the person to disperse the stories +No diversity that’s worth exploring, not commercially +Personal boredom can lead to shit that makes it worser for ‘em +I welcome it ‘cause Hell’s a flaming bitch, I’m working for him +It’s queer. You gonna shaft or pack her in the rafters +This year? Or tag her “backpacker stack” and slap her rear? +Whatever. I’m irrational, passionate +Clear, living in a moment you never will come near + +[Hook: Talib Kweli and Jean Grae] +We came too far to give up +So now we just got to live up +I live high, forget lows +And I fly, and I grow +See, we so high when we get down +And once you fly, can’t forget how +I live high, forget lows +And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man +************************************************** +P.S[Intro: Jean & Unknown man] +Yo we gotta get outta here, what's taking you so long? +Alright alright I'm coming, I just wanna send out +C'mon +I just wanna send a couple emails, just gimme a second, I'll be like 5 minutes +Alright + +[Verse 1] +Whats up Vicky +Man I can't believe you wrote to me +The last time that I saw you +You even spoke to me +Remember on 8th street +Chillin' with Peter and he was all this my girl wanna meet her? +That shit was bugged right +Anyway... humm humm damn is been a long time +I see you're still artistic, talented +Vicky listen +I did some foul shit to you +Even though it's passed +I vow to you apologies a thousand times +How could you?, even look me in the eye then +You're a bigger person then I ever was +Or at least I'm trying +I should of never touched 'em +We should of never crushed and +Then straight lied to your face about it +No trace of blushing +But I was young and stupid +Shooting all crooked and keep it fucking up a friendship +For some ass, should of never pursued it +Just wanted to thank you for understanding and reaching out +Love Jean, holla back at your homie, peace, I'm out + +[Hook] +P.S. just had to get this offa my chest +I hope you're well, I really wish you the best +And as you can tell I've done a lot of growing up +And time goes fast and no sign of slowing up +So if its any consolation karma got me bad +And anything I did wrong I wish I never had +I hope that all this drama we can leave in the past +Please feel free to write back + +[Verse 2] +Hey Marshall +I pray to god this is your email +Or else someone is gonna read a lot of details +I hope you're doing well, matter a fact I know that you are +Probably married, picket fence, kids, well, best regards +You always had it in you +Motivated, studious, impervious +To outside influences that can ruin it +Anyways listen +I tried to reach out before +On the first record number 8, fuck it +It was hardly in stores, 2 days still +I bet you moved far from us +It was a long time ago, about five summers +I just wanted to say I'm sorry, sorry for cheating +Sorry I wasn't honest, it wasn't a good reason +You probably don't care but I still mean it +Still put it in the air and hope that you feel that I'm being sincere +You didn't deserve a broken heart +And I wish you the world +Love Jean, scream-a-late at your girl + +[Hook] +P.S. just had to get this offa my chest +I hope you're well, I really wish you the best +And as you can tell I've done a lot of growing up +And time goes fast and no sign of slowing up +So if its any consolation karma got me bad +And anything I did wrong I wish I never had +I hope that all this drama we can leave in the past +Please feel free to write back + +[Verse 3] +Dear Jean +I see you're doing big things +Congratulations hey I even saw that big ring +Who would of thunk it huh? L-O-L +You even seem content +I notice that you're more focus +Drinking less is well +Anyways its been too many months having Henny days +I think is plenty grave, plus you get your penny saved up +And say what?!? second album +Whatever happened to the thought of edging rapping +Still living in Manhattan? +Side tracking note, just on the low +All apologies, I used to hate your fucking guts +Please pardon me, tried to kill you more than once +I've acted horribly, and all my pessimism towards your life +Still bothers me +But you're a big girl now +You've fought and made it through +Best of luck homie +And everything I say is true +XOXO space smiley face dot dot dot comma much love, you + +[Hook] +P.S. just had to get this offa my chest +I hope you're well, I really wish you the best +And as you can tell I've done a lot of growing up +And time goes fast and no sign of slowing up +So if its any consolation karma got me bad +And anything I did wrong I wish I never had +I hope that all this drama we can leave in the past +Please feel free to write back + +Ah cap locks, delete + +[Hook] +P.S. just had to get this offa my chest +I hope you're well, I really wish you the best +And as you can tell I've done a lot of growing up +And time goes fast and no sign of slowing up +So if its any consolation karma got me bad +And anything I did wrong I wish I never had +I hope that all this drama we can leave in the past +Please feel free to write back + +And send + +[Interlude: Jean & Unknown man] +C'mon we gotta go, what's taking you so long? +Alright I'm done, I don't bother you when you're writing emails +Damn, yo we go through this all the time, c'mon girl +I'm doin' business +Alright alright +Not really +Come on, come on +You didn't know that +Yea the cab's downstairs, c'mon +Alright alright, c'mon c'mon + +[Outro] +Oh hey, umm on an end note Jean Grae would like to send a special thanks to +Will, JoJo, Family and apple martinis for making this presentation possible +Thanks guys (clapping)....guys...yayyy woooo ready, Colin we did it, woohoo +This Week..This Week...Is Ova....Is Ova....Is Ova....Is Ova +************************************************** +Before the Summer Broke[Intro] +I spent about a half'a month +Thinking about the universal laws of karma, bullshit +And all that everybody really wants +To contrast to what they need will make you fuckin’ want to fuckin’ pull clips +From everything you’ve ever seen +Wind it back at half-speed +Just to find the part where niggas lied to you +So check my scene if it applies to you +If not, fuck it; turn it off, bye to you + +[Verse 1] +But anyway, I’m back again +Hope you don't miss me, Black FM +Feet firmly planted in the clouds as always +A sack of dreams deferred, I'll leave em in the hallway +Don’t worry, you won’t have to see em +Coincidence you want the bars, I want my freedom +I guess this is the necessary lead-in +Before the scars, loss, boys, feelings oh gosh +Know when Jeanie be going in on her demons, how far +And not even revealing all the cards +I deal, I dealt with blows beyond the belt, pause +Shit that if I told you, you’d be drinking like myself, god +But I’m all right without a reason to do well, star +My Mama was the last thing I wrote the tales for +Inside I’m tailspinning down with napalm +Strapped to my brain and on my back a flamethrower +Oh, you love it, what you came for +I tell myself that, I don’t really give a fuck what they want +But they paying for it, so pay it forward +Try to think of it like that to save thoughts +I'd be like, I’ll be right back in the same song +Never return and leave the happiest of days more +Cause I don’t get what you be putting me in lanes for +It’s fucking music, what you giving it a name for + +[Hook x2] +I’ve been sayin' everything’s going fine, just takin' some days off +Like everything don’t pay it no mind, been puttin' a face on +But motherfucker, I’ve been goddamn lyin', I’m takin' the grace off +To go back in time, before the summer broke + +[Verse 2] +Well, I guess this is what I aimed for +It's fucking music, what you giving it a name for +I don’t get what you be putting me in lanes for +Never return and leave the happiest of days more +I'd be like, I’ll be right back in the same song +I try to think of it like that, but it seems wrong +Pay it forward, they paying for it +I don’t really give a fuck whatever they want +They love it right, it’s what you came for +I tell myself that, it ain't more +Strapped to my brain, on my back a flamethrower +Inside I’m tailspinning down with napalm +My Mama was the thing I wrote the tales for +I’m all right without a reason, doing well, false +Shit if I told you you’d be drinking like myself, god +How far I got in not revealing all the cards +Oh GOSH +Got Jeanie dishing on her demons +After the scars, loss, boys, feelings +I guess this is the necessary heart bleeding +You want the bars, I want freedom +Dreams deferred, you don’t see ‘em +Keeping my word, so no fleeing +Feet on the ground, always +You can’t stop the wheels of a lost day + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Mask.[Verse 1] +Man, the things you learn in this world deserve space, their own orbits +The pleasurable, the most morbid +No post-posting your destiny til you're post-mortem +But I guess I'm mostly post-modern in my theorems though +[Redacted] a lot, [redacted] in moderation +But my moderation's higher than the average human +I choose to use imagination more than normal +I'm dreaming right now, I teleported you through portals +Supported with the thought that thoughts become things in an instant +An instinct is to think fast +When you blink, you wait for impact +You blink and Jeannie been past +No blockage and no impasse +Cannot is not in this class, no Ramadan is this fast +I won't promote a groupthink +Emote so much I leave verbatim in the booth, thick +And I would never use this music to abuse things +I just want motherfuckers to do things +Damn + +[Hook] +Take your mask right off and +Show me your face +I love you +There is a place for us +Promise I'll keep you safe +And show me your +Show me your +Show me your +Show me +Show me your + +[Verse 2] +There's nothing wrong with the chinks in your armor +Character building like your damages, sans for drama +And if you're dealing with your issues, bonus +But cannot deal with them with you -- I know you're mostly a loner +But I'm alone in it too, holding your shoulder +And I would like to hold it all if you're feeling the moment +Though we could see where we're going +Pursuing something that's beautiful +I'm a hopeless romantic +I hope this doesn't do damage to all the friendship we're building +I never claimed to be coping +And even keeping closed my [redacted], a door that's usually open +Cause you're unusually focused, and that's the nail in the coffin +That I've been laying and loving, just waiting here in the dark +Want to tell you but can't +It's steady killing me softly +I just orbit you often +You're amazing, but fuck it +I keep rejection at bay and my feelings graciously tucked in +Wanna say I want your name to form a suffix + +[Hook] +************************************************** +A-Alikes[Intro] +Well if she rocks like a spitter, and she flows like a spitter +Then you know she’s a spitter, and she probably is +And if she walks like a spitter, and she talks like a spitter +Don’t floss please forgive her, she probably is +And if she writes like a spitter, hold the mic like a spitter +Pause boys, ain’t no gutter, you know that she is +And if she rhymes like a spitter, know she rhymes like a spitter +Who rhymes like a spitter, you know who it is + +[Verse 1] +A burnt sky scorched the earth’s flesh +At the same time the murderous text arose +Like a phoenix with the glow of death +A poet two steps ahead like Noah just left +Mo’ and sex holding techs +No, I’m not what you’d expect +Golden pen, exposing men false +Like a fallen disciple, All in the bible +The cause is the calling haiku +The love of words language liquor phrased +Slang in Mecca raised skyscraper +Look a future brighter then your jewels of praise + +[Hook] +This life must be what divorce caught be like +I fall apart right just to stay right +Call this caught like night calls to daylight +We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though +(You don’t hear me though) +When everything else just don’t go right, even if we just pretend that we alright +Call this caught like night calls to daylight +We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though + +[Verse 2] +For lack of better words, well that’s actually the worst +The vernacular must map first a path of better verse +Heads are cursed I rap backwards +Like a roll, backwards +Flip the same line another track yes, accurate +I’ve mastered it, fucked rhymed +Killed it’s father, bastardized it +Masqueraded, I roll drive by and patronize it +Must analyze it slow, mathematical +Crack addicts pull +My rock will take you high, like astronomical planes +The money changes hands this year +With this here lisp, you disappear +My bliss is ripping spheres of discs +The wax hedonist, bleeding black blacker +Dreaming of a Caddie, black leather seated +Beats banging, heat ? +Serial scratch Nina, police tracking us all +Side track ‘em in an alley and laugh at the law +You see my way of doing things is sort of different +Never resort to riffing +I just snuff and keep it stepping, listen +Heavy stomp like I’m gravity in hand smashing the floor +Splashed jagged, shrapnel slap in your jaw +I’m like Bill’s wife packing a sword +You must be outta your gourd +The girl’s insane but I told you before + +[Hook] +This life must be what divorce caught be like +I fall apart right just to stay right +Call this caught like night calls to daylight +We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though +(You don’t hear me though) +When everything else just don’t go right, even if we just pretend that we alright +Call this caught like night calls to daylight +We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though + +[Verse 3] +Irrational thoughts often, but find me squeezing the cork often +Competing with wino heathens to squeeze in a coffin +The alcoholic in me almost slaughtered like +The traveling door to doors-men +Who was found in doors with the foreman’s daughter Lauren +I freak a little forward, speak a little proper grammar +Rapper with the capital R, back with no capital (aahh) +Fact is I’m hazardous, Angela’s hell immaculate +Poem’s rap like I’m in an obsessive compulsive cabinets +Neat but still dirty, elite but still worldly +To peak maybe at 30, I speak that I ain’t worthy yet +So grab your drinks and toast them up to the future +Jean’s a trooper so they say but I ain’t met no one truer + +[Interlude] +Y'all niggas don't hear me, know what I'm sayin'? (yeah niggas) +Jean's on y'all mothafucka's + +[Hook] +This life must be what divorce caught be like +I fall apart right just to stay right +Call this caught like night calls to daylight +We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though +(You don’t hear me though) +When everything else just don’t go right, even if we just pretend that we alright +Call this caught like night calls to daylight +We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though + +[Outro] +Act like you mothafucka's know whats goin' on +You hear that shit, and who fuckin' with it, nobody nigga +************************************************** +76%Ready the cops, ready the riot gear, ready the bombs +Ready the cars, fuck it ready the tank, hit the alarm +Trilogy infinity bars, I'll spit in your mouth +Break in your house, shit on your couch, hit your kid and spouse +Survival shit homey +Driving with a corset made of dynamite sticks on me +Arm me with an army jacket with a pistol in it +I'll just pistol whip you like a bitch, you calling me a bitch? +Your lip is busted dripping crimson on the floor honey +You see it's all fun and games +Until you're falling on my sword gutted to the core buddy +With a 4x4 to your jaw, assaulting your balls with a saw, and some sea salt +Loaded cannon on the other side of a seesaw +With an "If you see something, say something" sign (hee haw) +Guitar strings, and a key card with a sharpened end +Will make me carve things in ya deep scars that never mend +But never mind Jeannie right +She's harmless calm as condom in a convents quarters +As Common as Lonnie, or women covered in islamic countries +Or conflict in congress +Or in Copenhagen commenting danke +Idiot +I'm unmitigatedly brilliant, bet again +Better go back the to beginning Fezig, Finnegan +Put in your bid again, bet Grae +Kiss the converse, Leroy +I'll windmill bee boy all over your kinfolk +And I don't mean breakdance +I'll throw a hive at boy +And kick him in a windmill and then spin the damn spoke +I'm Pig Pen but swarming with half notes +Treble clefs, bass clefs, half rest as top hat +Delivery legato as fuck and not a libertine who liberally fucks +I deliberately say "fuck that" +Tongue in the second letter of vocabulary +Make it come and go whenever necessary +Yes nigga I cuffed that +Drink a big cup of Never +Bit of hilarity +If you front the flow I dare whatever ya test +I love that +Bethenny Frankel, slim chance of that shit +I'm Dr Gonzo on constant natural acid trip +My natural state is bat country +Do I want some molly? No ma'am, Al Bundy +Marcy Darcy haircut, Daria attitude +Marty McFly Air mags, pardon the magnitude +I make references to shit I like +I really don't care if it's a hit on site +I'm not blackpeoplemeet +I spit on mics + +Aww man I'm sorry +Is the kid alright? +All night long Lionel Richie, Vince Vaughn +And I'll stretch my shit out like Cardiff Giant off a plane +Arcane is an innocuous descriptive of the lane +But Arkham is more accurate and smarter to claim +Wayne manner, not the house, but the same mannerisms +Played out, but without the pain of the slain parental figures +Orphan rap, endorphin rap, dolphin rape +Wait… how'd that get in there, aww too late +Orphan Black, multiple characters, same actor Jean +With a St. Patrick's Day theme, drink +An almanac of culpable narratives, in back of me +With a quaint braggish Grae lean +Blink, and you'll probably miss it +But I'm glad well you listened +And that the fans who get it +Whenever damn well they spread it +If it's thin as pancetta you do could it damn better +I'm like the Whoville anthem and their mascot forget it +Imagine Bambaataa in Calcutta in 76 +With a Cosby sweater on +That's how hot I am +Then imagine Dorothy Parker in Alaska in 1926 sitting a bar +That's how hot I am +Also +Many levels of hotness +My pineal gland is on a vacation topless +Cut me, I bleed agave. That's obnoxious +Why would you need to cut me just trust me, it's a process +I could build your confidence +Also be your accomplice (laughs) +I couldn't say that with a straight face I'm way too honest +I'll push you in the Gowanus for nothing +I'll punch you in the vomit button +I'm kinda like Rick Moranis but with Vigo in him (Vigo) +I'm from the land of Cry Freedom (Biko) +I probably would have fucked Mc Lovin + +Yipee-ki-yay John McClane +I don't die hard +I don't Dylan +I'll never die at all +I get dye jobs, for sticking up dive bars +And making the old guys lick up the whole stripper pole +And make 2 sidecars, side bars +Sidecars are delicious + +So lift a cup or two, bitches +To the motherfucker who these other motherfuckers wanna do +************************************************** +My Story (Please Forgive Me)If I could swim a thousand lakes to bring your life back +I write that, but infinity can't rewind facts +You are divinity +My primitive mind was struggling +Just to understand the meaning of life, forgive me +I never told my mommy, I couldn't break her spirit +She always wished her daughter, extraordinary thinking +So I traveled alone, young, sixteen got in the habit of not stayin' at home +Doing the sad walk like +Bill Bixby, a dollar fifty +Trips to the hospital so that Medicaid could fix me +I couldn't eat shit. I fainted frequent. On cold floors and I pause and I think, Peep it +I'm lost, my four friends know +And just fuck at the boys' apartments for rent, so +I'm all wishin' that it's a dream ending soon +I've actually erased a lot that I've been through +See when the rain comes down, I know it's fallin' for me, and only for me +And when the pain comes around, there's nowhere else I rather would be +I know what I've done, Please forgive me +Now all my bitter homies sayin' that's what men do +Feelin' retarded for seeing partner potential +On top of that, the doctors telling me a heart murmur +I can't take it; I'm contemplating a glot burner, a cop murderer +I can't be, this can't be +The tears streaming and I can't see, they lance me +And I'm passin' out, and this is just for blood +They had to cover the mass amounts, I've had enough +And you don't know what it's like in waiting rooms +And outside their picketing pictures could slay you +Their screamin' victims, and spitting till they shame you +I hold my head low and shiver push my way through +They put you in a room, where you can change into +Your gown and shower cap, shaking as a feene would do +And tha's when you think of leaving, fleeing the building and then they call you and you hear the call of your children +They count down from ten now, you wanna stop 'em but you say it in your head, your out for the cut +Then you wake up in another room with plenty others +They call it recovery; you're thinkin' we ain't mothers +And then prescription pills, written a 'scrip with chills +An understatement, you're dressed but you're naked still +And your brain won't think straight +Wait - Can't finish this +See when the rain comes down, I know it's fallin' for me, and only for me +And when the pain comes around, there's nowhere else I rather would be +I know what I've done, Please forgive me +I kept it bottled up; my parent's found the pills +Screaming God what have you done? +Cried till I snotted blood, then got a gun +My temper ran quick tho, from the thought, then the worst I was caught in the same place +A year later, for me that's when hatred started +My faith martyred, I've dated a father but farther, then I moved on +Years past, the guilt's worse and it builds till your heart' smashed +Then I miscarried 22 age, I was headed to a breakdown +Swallowed up some pills and I laid down +I was a failure at that too, bailed from the rap then but fate took me back in +Sin is a tattoo my fingers attached with +Twenty-seven with three kids that I never met +What if I was Catholic? Wonder if they hate me? +Thinking how their mother could ever murder? +Well take me hell - to the depths where the brimstone chokes me constantly +I gave a monstacy +How could I possibly correspond with God when I gave the authority to end that life? +But it's never over, even if we have a child +They coulda had a brother or sister or both +I'm thinking about another life that almost got close +Prayin' that in another time we coulda' changed posts +If I could just reverse time, I would +I don't know what I would do, honestly it's not good +I'm sorry +************************************************** +RIP[Verse 1: Styles P] +Make your movie in HD, bet you it ain't a saga +Me, I'm a slinger; you a singer like Lady Gaga +I could see through you 'bout as clear as Ciroc Vodka +Knock out your teeth with the back of the mic proper +I don't give a fuck about a chopper +Leave you in the doctor; I-Pod filled with Big Poppa +Make sixteens I call Oscars for actors +Get in your neck and your back like chiropractors +I'm so nice I could give you a fact backwards +"Out hardest the is Ghost", keep your kids close +Sick when I was nine years old, ask my kinfolk +My people been broke, a couple been rich +If rap was jail, I'd be running the whole pen, bitch +Ghost, Talib and Jean Grae +X-Men of hip hop, and still rock harder than Green Day +Classic like vinyl but let the machines spray + +[Hook: Talib Kweli] +Come on peel a bill off the knot, in ya pocket +Be a super star at the bar, we 'bout to lock it down +Got green in the black sacks of chocolate +Stop it, before you say something that's out of pocket +Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket +Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket +Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket +Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +(Get your rock out of my pocket, nigga!) +No it's not...like Charlie Brown who got a {ROCK!} +In his pocket trick or treating, I mean I'm a medium +For leaking heat, a freaking genie, Jean's a genius +You idiots, I'm mean to you, sweetie and I'm a queen +I don't swing open like Lamborghini doors do -- whores do +My job is to floor you, block you and ignore you +Pop you like a blocked call, I'm like Rockmore +You watching me like Rockwell's pop song just popped on +(Your lockjaw's a good thing) I'm glad I put the hammer to it +My handlers will handle this (Ma'am, she didn't do it) +Yeah, what they said, don't want no arraignments rocking round +That would be worse than K-Fed doing "PopoZao" +Right in my momma's house with his little rocket out +Jesus! Wet my fingers and just stick 'em in the socket now (Please) +I'd rather be dead than watch wack shit +Color me gone, fill in the dirt, tell 'em I kicked... ten buckets +And it's all your fault, I'm rotting +Shouldn'ta done that, lied about rocking +Huh, it's all your fault I'm rotting +You shouldn'ta done that, lied about rocking + +[Hook] + +[Verse Three: Talib Kweli] +What is it? ... What, is you tryin to lose your life? +Ancient wisdom like Druids but I'm foolish on the mic +Flow the truest, undisputed cause I do it how I like +It's the crack so the fiends' lips is bluish from the pipe +Nice try, you ain't fly, you lying on the ProTools +Yeah, your vocals mighta flew but you local like Q +Applying these old rules to new dudes don't work +Even though they softer than yogurt, and covert +If you don't work you don't eat +You fuck around and get higher than a nosebleed seat, try to compete +Ya done beat yourself before ya even started +E'rybody knows you don't go full retarded, bogus artists +Rock the stage, you going off the page and making no sense +The way I do these rappers so ugly the flow is grotesque +Your flow is Kotex, it's no contest +You a foe, unidentified flying object + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Billy Killer[Hook] +Each morning, my man goes downtown +Where everyone falls, and he's lost +In an angry land, he's a little man + +[Verse 1] +9 A.M., eyeing him +My eyes widening +Feeling like it's Groundhog Day, he gotta try again +Riptide tide with thoughts of retiring +Pride flies and he wired me some truth and inspirement +So I can't fail him +He gets the mail and he's off +Like a movie trailer with those long roads and it costs +I wish you could retain the way he's losing his patience +Fucking transit, travel constantly, the fame motivation +Check cashing day, knowing my face on the spot +The bank teller should embrace him when he talks in slots +And not a day of rest, he walks twenty blocks +And brings me what the villain's got +A little money, little presents I could kill 'em rock +Ready stalking with them, having dark visions of choking [censored] +And fuck [censored], but of course it's his job +And he can't understand why I worry so much +Because he's my man, damn + +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +He's busting his ass like figure skaters falling +Discussing the past label problems, [censored] calling him +It's my drama he's falling in; my momma, she stalling him +He's running out the door and she's saying, "Go to the store," and then +He's rushing out on no food +I feel him getting close to postal +Getting robbed by a nigga for ProTools +And he won't tell me about [censored] in Tennessee +I swear that nigga's dead -- I could picture the funeral, B +Hollering like soon he'll be picking jewelry +I be like, if I was you, I'd be excluding me +He won't go; he smokes, though, just to get by +They fuck up his high with phone calls +I swear to God, I wish he'd snap +Run up in [censored], stab [censored] in the back +And flip the table over, take his wallet, kick his throat in +And leave the knife attached to a note, smoking + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Man, fuck [censored] and [censored] and [censored] +Colin ran around for a month and niggas ain't calling +I hate him going to these meetings, trying to explain +Why Jean is the next thing; I fiend for the ending +I scream when he's leaving, man, I hate them +He doesn't write no more; drawings, he doesn't make them +Pause, we the relation; calls heeded, forsaken +All Colin's creative; Lord, how does he make it? +Naw, I couldn't, maybe, cause Jean's not as good at +Bottling up feelings, feeling all positive when I shouldn't +I'm going with him, bringing some basement to it +In the ass, find a nice place to place my foot in +But he paces my footing, tries to place the good in +Keeps the paper chase going, no complaints +Why shouldn't I worry that what good am I? +Damn, I'll love the man til I die, c'mon + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Excuse Me Sir[Intro] +Yeah, It's good shit you can't smoke a Newport to +You can't get like, you know, 65 cent on a pack +Gotta get a pack of Dunhills +When it come in the flat box +That costs some money + +[Hook] +My name's Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z +I just got to be your lady +Excuse me, what's your name? +Cause I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae +Baby (Excuse me, sir. Can I come? Possibly? +Take you out? Do some stuff? Can I take you out tonight?) + +[Verse 1] +Bet you ain't know from the way that I stepped in +The light shown from the second floor down +The door that I write, nah +The more in to the fact that I'm so cute +Boots to the calf match the half top, jeans and the bag +Only thing missing is the ring on the finger +Partying single +Getting drunk like Steve Buscemi in "The Wedding Singer" +Now I need somebody next to me dancing, handsome +Love his mama, no drama, don't need a mansion +Trust, I need romancin' plus a weekend camping trip +We could go half on a cabin in that sh-- +But Jean don't ski, and neither does he +So we lamp in the hot tub [?] it all passion +Hold your floss level down, man +I'm more concerned with being your girl than what you earning +Jean's different, pass on the Escalade grill +Pop up in the Caddy '68 Coupe de Ville + +[Hook] +Excuse me +My name's Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z +I just got to be your lady, Baby +(I don't have Scooby Doo's, I just... Kangaroo's maybe?) +My name's Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z +I just got to be your lady +Excuse me, what's your name? +I see some brothers tonight +That should be hanging with Jean Grae, Jean Grae +Baby, what's your name? (Whats your name? god damn it) +Cause I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae, Jean Grae + +[Verse 2] +All your friends like, "Who's that you with? She's not stupid +Plus her beat's hotter and spit better than you, kid" +Now you're fronting like Cupid ain't shot ya, Jean's gotcha +All giggly on the phone, your tone's softer +We ain't even bone and the and the zone it just grows closer +Dinner, movies, the backseat, arm on my shoulder +Ask me, questions, now we're talking relations past +Laughing at the stories and my lack of patience, you +See the drama got you on not dating +Cause the home training lacking in these hoes so you waiting +For a girl who ain't crazy, smarter than the average lady +Ambitious, but still get high, analyze Jay-Z +Smiley faces every time he IM's me +Either brother's a winner or the prize box is empty +Let the blunt burn +Dog, 1-2 'n 3, you live and you learn + +[Hook] +Excuse me +My name's Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z +I just got to be your lady, Baby +(Look at me, look at me, look at me) +My name's Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z +I just got to be your lady +Excuse me, what's your name? +I see some brothers +Tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae, Jean Grae +Baby, what's your name? +I still see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae +Jean Grae + +[Verse 3] +Love, let's go, have fun on a daughter, asshole disorder +Bought fully, chalk weight, wipe it with eraser, clean slate +Cause I'm done writing for right now +Remember, open book test when you can read me, it's allowed +Boy, you got the heart that's been sitting cold for a while +I'm 'bout to hand the cop a key +And leave you one on the speed dial +About to make the sheets crease, make our leasing the same +Before I sign the papers, wait, what's your name? + +[Outro] +Yea, so this is that ish that you drink Cristal to, but I can't cause, I don't have any money, so... This is that ish you drink like, um, Sprite to. Does it really matter what you're drinking when you listen to the song? Right. 'Scuse me! Yea! Alright, we out +************************************************** +Jeannie Rules[Intro] +"I don't know, I dont really listen to that +I don't know, I dont really listen to that +I don't know, I dont really listen to that Jean Grae shit +She's like, it's like all underground and she's like a hippie. I'm not into that" + +You retarded. That's what you got from what I said? +On what song? Fucking hate you guys! + +[Verse] +When it's grown folks talking you should shush your mouth +I get aroused by you dramedy clowns +Don't bother me now, scram kid +Before I go Manson and your man's dead +Or it's a handsome ransom on his damn head, Pause +My paws grubby, greasy +Don't drink Riesling or Moscato, that's a dessert bottle +Stashed up in the purse vodka +Blasted in the afternoon, hostile. Trashed up in a fancy room ... +Hostels- You in +Impostors ruin, the movement of the realest motherfuckers that do it +But I'm Mama Large Marge, you're just Pee-Wee truckin' through it +Pursue her, good luck; I'm fluid as fuck +I move like a loose screw point, hunt +Fast and agile +Teleport rhymes +Nightcrawler while you're fragile, stagnant ballers +Don't give a damn about your dollars: ignore it +I don't give a damn about your problems: you're boring +What I utter, just utterly in the throes of the gutter and mixed with a dose of the beautiful struggle +And most can't handle it, Manga shit, animated English lit +Sing it ladies... (Jeannie rules!) +Greasy, yes, nice! + +Greasy, nigga. Slicker than your average +Believe me, nerds. Thicker than your glasses +They teach my words in your frickin' classes +I'm a scholar and a lady +Kiss my ass, kids +************************************************** +Supa Luv[Intro: Jean Grae] +Supa Luv (Watcha say, watcha say now?) +Supa Luv (Supa Luv baby, Supa Luv baby) +Supa Luv (It's Supa Luv baby) +(Come on. 9th Wonder) + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Well you see +I was a skeptic, hesitant, even when he said +(She's the closest thing to an angel I've ever seen) +Uh huh, yeah right +I've heard that line before +It always carried some ill intent for sure +But then he said it some more +Pretend I've never been in love, I'm not getting sprung +But I could miss it—he could be the one +No one better and he could make me believe that +(She's a lady to the extreme) +About Jean, I'm 'bout to +Call my family, be like, "I met him mom! Wedding's on!" +Ready to party, but instead I'm calm +Surface, though, all fireworks, wired-up espresso +His expressiveness is in the presence of ever—let's go +Chill in the tropics drinking rum punch, One Love +Singing it over lunch, he got me, love guns out, dunny +My luck's been out, feel me? +It done run south, left me a ton of doubt +It's never fun getting the run-around (uh-uh) +Was never one to be wooed easy, I bruise easy +When dudes leave me I get boozed up, they don't trust me +He freaking speech, though, and I'm drinking ghost lager +A teensy-more-than-moderate feeling you both gotta +Feeling your clothes cause you're appealing and you're really close +Thinking of stashing you up in my pocket, being ghost +Check it, I'm long-legged—we could wreck my dorm mattress +You could be my new partner, heart, baby—my new fetish + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +A Supa Luv for Jean +Could you be the Supa Luv for me? +I'm looking for the one in all my dreams +Could you be my +(Supa Luv) I need a +(Supa Luv) I want a +(Supa Luv) I gotta +(Supa Luv) Find him + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +This one's different, though (Oh?) +Step to me dancing, hand in my back pants +And dance in the back, pantin' +Same line, way fine, he from the Cayman Islands +And my waistline he trace, fine and I flutter my eyelids—I'm +Drinking Patron shots—so much the floor shake +Loving every bit of him—he's sputtering the rhythm and +Buttering Grae's ego with the clean-cut pimp-lean +Strutter with the clip clean, gutter slang—"I think I love he!" +Picture us lovely playing games—he's hugging me +Staying engaged two weeks, eloping out the country +He's so special, not a stalk of potential in him +Y'all, did I mention he's a tall drink of water? Sinkin' +Into me mentally, intensely feeling him +Intentionally sipping Hennessy—let's leave the building +Then we can build more—he's so hot +He could father my children plus he told me I got +(I got a) + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +A Supa Luv for Jean (Just for me, baby) +Could you be the Supa Luv for me? (That's what I'm looking for) +I'm looking for the one in all my dreams +Could you be my +(Supa Luv) +(Supa Luv) +(Supa Luv) +(Supa Luv) + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +Hey, hey +What's your name and how you maintain, huh? +(Hmmm...) You don't say a word +I like you too—like to invite you to a party in my pants +Okay, that was just rude—let's dance (sorry) +For seven long hours, spottin' gems, droppin 'em back +Like I'm bleached on the block again, rock—holla! (Holla!) +Pop my collar. There was the brother with the drop Impala +The hot model—you could spot his pet piranha +Bet I was sweating; you know better—I'm swearing, your honor (I swear!) +I'd never let him get the better of me but the problem: +He's got those words that block my curves +Get my nerves boxed up 'til I'm impossibly slurred. I gotta +Stop before I vomit. And if the cops occurred +It would be drama. And, plus, my warrant's absurd +It's time to go home, go alone, chill, and relax +But wait, there's the first brother grilling me back +(Heyyyy...) + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +A Supa Luv for Jean (Where's the Supa Luv for me? Baby, come on) +Could you be the Supa Luv for me? (And I'm going somewhere again today) +I'm looking for the one in all my dreams +Could you be my +(Supa Luv) I want a +(Supa Luv) I need a +(Supa Luv) I gotta find me [?] now +(Supa Luv) Come on + +[Outro: Jean Grae] +A Supa Luv, a Supa Luv, it's just a Supa Luv—hey! +Will and Joe got a Supa Luv—hey! +[?] and Trina got a Supa Luv—hey! +I know some couples with a Supa Luv—hey! +I got a Supa Luv, I got a Supa Luv +I can't tell you 'bout my Supa Luv cause it's not that time of the album yet—keep listening, beotch! + +Wednesday. Wednesday (What day is it, man?) +Yo, it's muthafuckin' Wednesday (Honey, what day is it?) +I said, "It's muthafuckin' Wednesday, homie!" +************************************************** +Iwanteweback(the4ewesong)[Intro] +So dear, so me, so evil you +So we are so through +There's no need, it's over, me and you + +[Hook] +I want you back +Sometimes I do +I want you +I need you back +I want you, boo +I want you back +I want you, boo +Though we ain't loving +We ain't fucking +We ain't through +I want you back +I want you back +Oh oh oh oh oh +I want you back + +[Verse 1] +Sometimes I want you back just to adore you +But mostly I just want to destroy you +Store you, and call you Murphy as a nickname +Wipe the floor with you, you're addicting, dick thing +Insane to explain, I know it might sound callous +Careless, sadist, I'm a damn lady +My fair Jeanie ran on planes in Spain daily +Clearly, I'm fairly well-versed in fuckery +I should fuck you up for breaking up with me +Stain your frame of painted veins I bust with cutlery +It's such a shame that you think you're an accessory +You're so fucking pedestrian, especially when you're next to me +Excuse me, sounding too imposing +Fuck it, I'm first class -- I never said I was into coaching +You should listen closely, thinking the song's about you +It is -- you, him, him, and him mostly +Don't choose bad; at times, my choices do betray me +Belaboring the point, yeah, maybe I'm sort of faded +"I'll maybe call you later, baby"; Lord, you're hated +But Lord, of course I'm motivated, low-key hatred +Sleeping neighbors choose euthanasia +Stay together, trooping through the universe forever +I'd rather not be two sedated dapper cadavers +I'd rather feel the pain and tell you never feel embarrassed +It ain't baggage -- I claim baggage like a name tag +It ain't marriage if the gain came through the same fabric +Insane to remain average, I can't have it +My main habit's to change, it creates havoc +You can't fathom a love/hate relation, well +Yes you can, guess again -- you've been aceing them +Replacing them with lying to yourself or fifty pacing them like +Let's get through it, baby +And maybe I'm crazy then for being blunt +I know what I deserve, know what I want +I know that we could never really be a pair +I know that sometimes I still want you there +I might not like you, our connection's rare +I might just spite you, you're never there +I like revenge, I love love +I'm still evolving, that's some shit that Jean is not above + +[Hook] + +[Outro] +************************************************** +Whatever[Intro] +Hey boy, you know sometimes when two people are in love +They just can't seem to get it together; And that's how I feel about you + +[Verse 1] +He already knew I was down for the cause +But 'hard to get' is much more fun +What's better than that really +Son was like feel me +I was all, nah +Catching feelings truly upset when he had to go +And school me on ways of catching a mate, God +I'm matchin' a date cuz I'm lacking skills +And mack is smaller than an iPod +I'm kiddin' I know the mackin' is rules +Was tackin' on the wifey latch since backpacking in school +But he's different though I feel him mo +Can't play it simple, No +Can't fuck up the friendship for them dimples, nope +I need to enter his space and probe his Interscope +Just like I'm vanity lookin' for his inner glow +He's not a bad boy, I've never sampled his type before +Moved to New York from Los Angeles +Cali Swagger ain't attached to nothing +We puffin' analyzing the city after he's rolling something +I wanna rock a fella so bad, oh man +Note pad's filled with all the ink his soul had +Visions of us kissing the whole nine +No jive, could picture his whole profile +But I can't step, I risk the chance of losing everything +Our friendship is more important than a wedding ring +Now when he's calling me I keep acting shady +And lately screening all his calls to escape he +Keeping my heart safely tucked in but I can't function +Until the aftermath of our conjunctions passed +Punking out, I'm ducking out his way +Can't look him in the face, eyes drippin' with game +My mind's trippin' again, damn + +[Interlude] +Damn, you just got me going crazy. I think I... I think I... +I love you. I think I love you but... + +[Refrain] +Maybe it just shouldn't be us two +Maybe I'm just not the one who's right you know +And maybe we can't be together tonight +Or maybe it's just not good +I mean, maybe you need another girl +Maybe I can't just be in your world +Maybe we just can't be together +For you, whatever + +[Interlude] +Boy you got me going crazy. Should we be lovers, should we +Be friends. I just wanna be with you, until the end + +[Verse 2] +I, J. Grae do solemnly need this fresh to death man +Even blind girls can see that he's Def Jam +I'm in this universal problem +Y'all can probably relate, y'all follow then +So do I give my loving to him +Or would that just ruin everything that we're about +I'm so attached to him +He knows the way I am, tempers un-godly so +Domestic violence could turn to me on death row +He's so persistent with it, we're making out again +We double dating, out with one of his Columbia friends +He didn't graduate, so it makes him feel shitty +We leave the place and wonder hand in hand around the city +He leans in kisses me, his G-Unit shiftily +My mind is misses sweet we moving into ecstasy +His warmth next to me, now we're all necking +Three hours later naked, me laying in his arms affectionate + +[Refrain] +Maybe it just shouldn't be us two +Maybe I'm just not the one who's right you know +And maybe we can't be together tonight +Or maybe it's just not good +I mean, maybe you need another girl +Maybe I can't just be in your world +Maybe we just can't be together +For you, still whatever + +[Outro] +Well I guess I, I guess I was the one for you +This is beautiful +Just us together forever and ever and ever +Can I get you anything? +Do you need some weed? +Some Backwoods? +A back rub? +A slice of cake? +I'd do anything for you boy... +Anything... anything... +Except for that... +************************************************** +Negro Baseball League[Intro] +Check, check + +[Grand Puba] +First batter up, first-first batter up + +[Verse 1: ?] +Now, enterin' the batter's box +Is a guy who wears Champion socks and likes rings with rocks +Throw up my middle finger to the umpire +‘Cause niggas just choosin' the new talent just need to retire +Check the signals from my manager, the first base coach +He's throwin' signs, tellin' me the label's just playin' cutthroat +Yo, I hit him with a tape or should I say I take a check swing? +I hear the crowd sing, go meet Plug, and the telephone ring +He says I need more beats—wait a minute—no doubt +My temper runs out. Three pitches later, I strike the fuck out +Yo, shit like this happens to the real MC's +Because the labels wanna sign up the commercial wannabes +And if, it ain't that, it's just a little bit more, sayin' +“Umm, can you put on a screwface and scream lyrics that's hardcore?” +I adore this whole rap persona +But some of you A&R's must be mixin' coke witcha marijuana +Talkin', “Oooh, he got the new shit.” +I'm on his dick but that's an MC that come out with one bangin' hit.” +I split atoms, blow up as if I was atomic +Labels talk so much shit, yo, I laugh at them like they was comics +Check the scoreboard—we're up by one +Two more hitters to go, and the song ain't even done, baseball + +[Hook: Grand Puba] +First batter up, well, here's the pitch, that's a curve +Second batter up because the first got served + +First batter up, well, here's the pitch, that's a curve +Second batter up because the first got served + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +From the kids in the batting cages to the pro players +To the labels and the mob in the bleachers makin' waves +Lookin' at the pitcher like, “Man, what gives?” +They got one-arm fugitives throwin' with prosthetic limbs +Look from the team to the umpire means that the +Man got demoted from stadiums to refereein' gyms +Synonyms from big cheese to the independent label +Couldn't pay up they debt, so they got cut like unpaid cable +B. E. I. S. B-O-L, accent on the “O.” GOALLLL! +Feel sweat tricklin' down the back of my neck +Tighten my grip on the bat, take a swing and it's a technical foul +Nah, that's basketball… Whatever, good call +How come when black men hit the field, they were throwin' bottles? +Now they throwin' million dollar deals? +When I steal bases, I do it with pride +For Jackie Robinson, certified—forerunner for us +Homeruns, we must hit 'em straight out the ballpark +I'm not patriotic, so I won't sing the National +Underlyin' stipulations playing underhanded ways +It pays to have your representative stay +Or you'll have top executives gettin' all possessive +With your money and it's not funny +But when loot is involved, all problems get solved +Umm, maybe because you supply they cocaine fetish +To finish this, this business ain't nothin' but corrupt +Forget all this garbage—I'd rather play tennis + +[Hook: Grand Puba] +First batter up, well, here's the pitch, that's a curve +Second batter up because the first got served + +First batter up, well, here's the pitch, that's a curve +Second batter up because the first got served + +[Verse 3: Ocean] +Baseball was never for Blacks +It used to be a pastime for Whites +Now it has mad Puerto Ricans +But that's not the point of the song +The point of the song and I make it mad simple +When I be flippin' this script +Is that the industry is all over the mound +Pitchin' but nobody's makin' any hits—hmm +Baseball is not just a sport +It's the verbal, mental, physical, spiritual +Emotional level that we are on +It's about time that all you devils was gone +[?] like [Tron?]. I said it and meant it +If you cannot handle it, then for your ears it's not intended +You can play the documented, all athletes quoted +‘Cause when you speak to be exploited, then your spot will get exploded +Bases are loaded, but there is no RBI in the stadium +Where players try to be hard as titanium +I got your cranium movin' when I be showin' and provin' +Now you fear that your career is goin' down the tubes +And it'll be along with industry that's withering +And what’s left? Ocean’s about to blow to smithereens +I bring lyrical formats that you'll admire +And to the Hall of Fame I will go when I retire +They'll set your world afire. There is nobody to fear +When every umpire, A&R is screamin' that, “You’re outta here!” +And to your amazement, a tax write-off is your replacement +You gotta face it—there is no other crew adjacent +With sounds from the basement, we rise +We energize, to take over the whole enterprise +By now, you realize that when we're in the place +That we will come fat over piano and the bass +If you're lookin' for security, then you can end your chase +Come home to Negro League and you'll be safe +Baseball! + +[Outro] +No doubt, Negro League is in the house +No doubt, no doubt, knockin' runs out +‘Cause we do it like this, we do it like that +I was rockin’ stage just like to a bat +Sent to home back when I be doing my thing +Hit a home run with the Negro League theme +Do it like this, do it like that +I was rockin' stage just like to a bat +Sent to home back when I be doing my thing +Hit the home run with the Negro League swing +************************************************** +Take Me[Chorus] +(Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley +In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless +(Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me +(Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please +(Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley +In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless +(Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me +(Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please + +[Verse 1] +Oh lord, I'm having issues, more deep than American missiles +Shooting commuter planes and filing emissions official +I've hit depression hard and started to pick at the scabs +From the scar, I'm a mess addressing pain in a bar, I confess +Cause all the rest just mar shit, chest in a cast +Feeling urges just to test out a casket, bless me I'm blasphemous +Jesus pass the fifth, I... have to get lit +Masochist self I'm only half of the health I was born with +(Baby) Save me, take me up high like 'dro +But way far past the stars and the sky +I'm blinding pain like I'm a junkie shooting up with +Emotional novacaine, I'm floating provoking the angels to jump me +In layman's terms, faith's been blurred, even early +I scratched crayon in between the holy word I pray on, but still +(Baby) Three gone, and maybe I'm in barren land +God help me, I'm having trouble with your master plan so + +[Chorus] +(Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley +In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless +(Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me +(Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please +(Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley +In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless +(Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me +(Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please + +[Verse 2] +You see this dirty knife on the floor, this chrome nine in my hand +These foul thoughts in my conscious, constantly understand +See we taught to believe if you can touch it and see it, it must +Be real so go believe it. But I've never seen Jesus +I've never seen God, so he's only a thesis +And I'm questioning all these things in my time to depart +I know it's written suicide is giving hell and devils privilege +Only wicked heathens commit it, sin of ages, well fuck it, bring it! +Lately I've been waking early mornings screaming +"Save me," dreams of seven horsemen chasing Jean, hastening speed +So I'm raising the barrel envisioning marrow +Splashed on the wall and polka dotting all my apparel +And maybe, Ginsu blades through skin will slay +And split thin veins instead of loading clips that spray +And if I'm meant to stay, then I'll just pass through the gates +And fall a long way back to Earth, so why don't you just + +[Chorus] +(Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley +In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless +(Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me +(Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please +(Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley +In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless +(Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me +(Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please + +[Verse 3] +You can see the pain twist my face from a distance +The body's windows glistening red hot from all of the indo +Thinking of my next of kinfolk, my mama +Opening doors, crimson billows spread out on the pillows and floor +I gotta block it out. I'm set on knocking out +Lock and aim and I'm dropping my frame quick when I pop in the brain +And if God's omnipotent, will he slip in and change +And move the pistol so it shoots out of range and the lead whistles? +(Baby) Maybe he's just playing; it'll ricochet +And cripple me strictly for questioning, give me life to the pain +Sickle-shaped body bent in the middle +So little kids who pass me harass me and giggle +My figure's itching to touch on the answers +Hard-headed like exotic dancers' nipples +Picturing the bullets ripping the skin on the mantle I'm holding +Pull back and blow the wick right off the candle +Throw a kiss until the world's out of focus +So now (take me) +************************************************** +Swing Blades[Verse 1: Vordul (Cannibal Ox)] +Everyday caught in the whirlwinds +Back in the studio, belief just hurled in +Still tryna get my pen on, write scripts, and light spliffs +‘Til we high as light bills +Watching for those that might switch +To the dark. We over here, remaining righteous +Though we spark the sole purpose to spit and hype kids +Make them want to hold open their eye lids +Dangers and missed origins from way back since +The presence of Genesis and Osirus +Life is such a stress +But in the coldest storms I let them off in the Phoenix + +Make ‘em want to hold open they eyelids +Dangers and missed origins from way back since +The presence of Genesis and Osirus. Life is such a stress +But in the coldest storms, I let ‘em off in the phoenix + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Over a thousand miles of public housing +Lounging on beaches in the Riviera, tan and doused in coconut scented lotion +Wish I was there. The story rare enough to merit an endangered species +Tagging velvet ropes surrounding every path +I’m tighter than some virgin’s pussy. Don't ever push me +I balance on the edge of cliffs for fun and some are hanging crooked +I never look down—I look to the sky +And envision the place where everybody go when they die +They say that bright lights and angels come and get you +If that's the truth, then I expect the black night blocking the sun—I got issues +Another day with myself, another day without wealth +There's gotta be another way—I need help +And so I pray like I'm a Pentecostal, Sufi, Buddhist, strict agnostic +Hoping one will hit its target. Take another sip of hypnotic +And lay my head on the pillow and dream erotic scenes +Of killers spilling endless rounds and all of them shooting at me + +[Verse 3: Vast Aire (Cannibal Ox)] +You know Can Ox got that Phoenix wing span +And love hovering over the ghetto wasteland +I got rap just as fat as my waistband +You got a rap that belongs in a waste can +Yo, Jean you gotta change Grae to Hackman +‘Cause when we fight, we swing them blades +And when we rap, we swing them blades +And then we slide on ‘em like the escapades +I knew the end of this book since the first page +Rap sucks, but we still get paid +We smokin’ trees of the highest grades +I spit a line that'll fix your fades +So don't go there—you cannot hold Aire +Look at them reaching and shit +If you touch my jersey, I'll bust your lip +Open your face then break your hip + +[Outro: Vast Aire (Cannibal Ox)] +Yeah, yeah +Cannibal "O", handle you slow +Jean Grae in the house +Yeah, yeah [?] +But [?] was drunk as shit last night man +************************************************** +The Time Is NowIntro [Jean Grae] +Aye 9th, you know me and Phonte the Ashford and Simpson of this rap shit +Y'all ain't know +Oh, y'all ain't know +Oh, we creeping up like.. da na na na na + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +It's Jean niggas, back again +Trap you in the wrath again +Blacker than boat loads of Africans +Or rather like them +This struggle, we can't win +Back bent, over till it slacks, and cracks +Can't hustle harder +I'm like my father +Only in denial though +My mother is like "I know" +And my brother is quiet so +I fight further +Till I type murder, family cycles and fly further than expected +Titles on my life or daughter +Sorta like a boarder +Still in my momma's house +Get green like chlorophyll and all of y'all be like, "I'm out" +Gettin' your own shit +Shittin' in your own crib +I'm in no position to be fucking on my own still +This ain't some words on a paper +This is what my mind's made of +Emotional heart data +Like a skyscraper reaching up +Try to stay keeping up and trying to keep my feelings out of the beats and stuff +But Tay, they ain't believe in us + +[Hook] +Been through so many struggles in my life +You would not believe where I have been +(I don't know where, I don't know how) +Even my lonely heart and sacrifice +Until the day that my life ends +(The place is here, the time is now) + +[Verse 2: Phonte] +Now at this moment +Phonte's flow is +Stomping through +Y'all niggas just tip toeing +Soon as they put it on +They say, he's big Willie +You just a Lil' Jon +Trying to get lower +This is proof that thee existence of persistence pays off and it's showing +Cause labels used to play me like +Now they better pay me like I'm Luke Wilson +Check your books, I ain't owing +Tay's a true terror +Y'all ain't busting caps +Y'all gangstas in the studio making a new era +And this is for whoever +Is trying to do me +Y'all need to do you, maybe then you'll do better +Cause I'm gonna be spitting till I walk with a cane +Left my mark on the game +And y'all just scribbling +I'm etched in stone, y'all just penciled in +Number two status, that's your place nigga, live with it + +[Jean Grae] +They don't know the shoes I walk in +So I guess they'll keep on talking + +[Hook] [x2] + +[Outro] +[Phonte] +We gon' build it up, build it up, build it up +And now we're solid +Solid as a rock + +[Jean Grae] +It's solid, it's solid +You'll know, you'll +Cos when you hold that thing in your hand and you know it's solid +It's not a liquid, it's not a gas, it's solid, it's solid, let me tell ya again +Solid, solid +So solid +It's what we got, what we got, what we got +Can I have some cake? Is the cake solid? +It's solid cake, it's vanilla solid cake baby + +[Phonte] +And it's got icing on it! + +[Jean Grae] +Icing on the cake! It's got icing on the cake! +Now ain't that the best thing you ever heard +************************************************** +Bum Deal[Intro: Ocean] +We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones +No, we're not the ones +We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones +We're not the ones, yo, we're not the ones + +[Verse 1: What? What?] +I. Drop. My. Style like this +Twist, shape shift, bum deals get diss +My flow's been blessed, chopping up at the breath +Expand thoughts, chest retract, inhale the cess +Digression—best defense emcees kept possession +Southeast to northwest, contest to submission +I flex, release, tense muscles and cease +Stole the master key to free 'em from the industry leash +I got a, full mind, [pack, stop?] with lethal weapons +Breaking down crews in seconds while the hardcore beckons +But I, stay focused even though triggers attempt +Even though niggas are bent, so quick to represent +Real emcees, we broke, Moet don't wet my throat +I keep a double-edged sword, no one to mute the remote +You need to keep your mouth shut, talking jaja on wax +And no doubt, we'll see what happens with the company tax +You know you gotta recoup, keeping your niggas with loot +And gambling with your soul, rocks is your papers they shoot +You're tampering with the art, and you're position's just temp +I got the full-time job from bum deals in zest + +[Hook: Ocean] +We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones +She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son +So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? +These deal is for bums + +[Verse 2: Ocean] +From the cradle to the grave, elementary to the penitentiary +The Black man's been getting the bum deal of the century +Now you want to get with the rap techniques you used to diss +I see you in these Coca-Cola commercials +And it's really making me pissed +But I gotta give my hair-do and get my boots too +In come more through, true, and get my loot too +But you gotta remember from which this household started +And these labels are trying to gas you up like someone farted +I come more strong-hearted than Lion-O +And Aggie is my father and What? What? is [?] +So we had no choice but to be good guys with appeal +And don't got no time for nobody's whack record deal +I feel we should make one buck out of every album that we sell +If we did, you don't think that I'd know you'd make twelve? What the hell? +I got a job, she's got a job, he's got a job, we’re all in school +So why is it that you're trying to play us for fools? +‘Cause most shit stinks like bird stool, can't hack it +And I don't want to be playin’ like white shit up on my jacket +Your tax bracket sees you green +While all these emcees see is teal +What are we, assholes? +You can keep your bum deal + +[Hook: Ocean] +We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones +She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son +So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? +These deal is for bums +We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones +She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son +So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? +These deal is for bums + +[Bridge: Ocean] +I'm surrounded by, bums +Crowded by, bums +Your style is like, bums +Bums + +[Verse 3: What? What?] +I need no bum deal for my bung-hole +You sold your soul—now they're in control +Jerked your body like a marionette +Took your pens and your pads and replaced them with texts +No say in the game, rappers sounding the same +I'm sick of Versace, Chanel, and Gucci, drinking champagne +Love's gonna getcha, I betcha, double dare you +Physical challenge, your player shit is losing balance +Get off the job, talk—your whole aura is weak +My black people either got to be Italian or Greek +Need to step off the scene, contracts and wicked seals, for real +Keep your whack-ass fucking bum deal + +[Hook: Ocean] +We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones +She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son +So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? +These deal is for bums +We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones +She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son +So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? +These deal is for bums +************************************************** +Live 4 UJean Grae - “Live 4 U” +[Emcee(s): Jean Grae] +[Producer(s): Ev Price and Block McCloud] + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +It’s kinda hard to explain +But I’ve been thinking, haven’t come to a decision +Drinking away the pain night after night. Listen: it’s like I’m caught +In the rain that never stops and only follows me +Wide, hollow feeling of emptiness, nothing inside of me +Drama lays my head on the pillow, and, still, no sleep +I’ve been walking the Wonderland for 40 days and 7 weeks +Just wondering how good it would be to finally say goodbye to everything +That’s going wrong, God, especially me. I wanna +Let go, let my mind just finally be free, breathe +With no echo. Tomorrow won’t be less without me. Eyes staying +Wet though. Only thing that keeps me on the side of the living +Is you… said the same thing to me too +Otherwise, I’m just caught up in deception and lies +I have days of just waking and hating the sunshine +Hating life itself, hating death for taking its time +Loving you enough not to commit the ultimate crime. I sin +In my mind though, visions of weaponry wetting me up +Paying people off for setting me up, some crazy, wild, sick +Imagery, painting pictures of bloody scenes. It seems the only +Peace of mind is in dreams, so I pray for never-ending sleep +But it never comes, so I’m prey for being +So weak and giving up. Friends say I live the party life +Living it up, one hand on the glass +Other on the bottle, filling it up +I wanna leave so bad, but loving you is enough +To make a slow exit to Hell, would never leave you here by yourself +Nobody else could keep me here but you +Nobody else could wipe away the tears but you. I love you too much + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +I would give my life +For you if you asked me to +I would do just +Anything for you, and the world +If I could, I would give to you +But I don’t have anything to give +So I swear just to +Live for you, live for you + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Are you +Disappointed in me? Twenty-three, can’t get it together +No money, no job, debt that seems to last forever. I just wanna +Make you proud someday, like accepting awards that’s in front of a crowd +And say, “Thanks,” in front of a million people. Tell you +I’ve fallen victim to some evil things in the past, my road’s +Been short but rough, a lot of things you don’t know even if you asked +I wanna tell you all but I can’t. You’re too precious for that +Trying to explain why your daughter is into rap. I’m like +Guilt with a guilty conscience, emotional politics +Wild in me, constantly pregnant with a rowdy problem +Child in me. I wonder: if we switched places, changed +The dial on me, would you rather be somebody else’s +Mommy? Divorced probably, disown me, no apology +Needed—I understand the reason. It’s the quality +Of living and what you want for children. I’m not +Giving it, but you’re the kind of love that never gives up + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +I would give my life +For you if you asked me to +I would do just +Anything for you, and the world +If I could, I would give to you +But I don’t have anything to give +So I swear just to +Live for you, live for you + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +I promised +I’m gonna buy you that house on the beach, a whole damn street +And give you grandchildren, two maybe three +Build you a studio and get you back to recording and singing +Whenever you want, give you whatever you want. I know +You miss the music too—you just put up a front +But I can see it in your eyes, musical echo soul cries to be free +Don’t you worry about me +I’m gonna be all right. When I’m in darkness, you’re my light +I just think different—like you taught me. The way you do +Shine different, they all can see. I just wanna +Tell you you’re loved, and anything that I can ever do for you +Is never enough, it’s never enough +It’s never enough + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +I would give my life +For you if you asked me to +I would do just +Anything for you, and the world +If I could, I would give to you +But I don’t have anything to give +So I swear just to +Live for you, live for you +************************************************** +Crayon Ruins[Hook] +We flew into the rainbow of the city's crayon ruins +The colours splashed below us, glowing in the dark +And losing meaning by the day +I'm losing my head, but still giving my heart to you +And oh, how beautiful it seemed from a distance +With the moonlight glistening in awe +Of the silence, and the stillness +And the grace of it all + +[Verse 1] +He said, "The sky's falling" +Took my hand in his, started running for the hills +Well not the literal hills +In little heels I was taking little spills along the sidewalk +People stumbling out of dive bars +I said, "What are you running for, I was having a good time +Weren't you having a good time baby? Won't you slow down and talk to me?" +But he said, "We can't slow down now, we just gotta go, babe" +We ran like we were floating on the waves of the concrete +Up East Houston, past the Bureau and the Mercury +I remember thinking, I'm glad I ordered no dessert for me +Passed the gas station, reached the steps of the F Train +Met change at the top of the stairs, I'm definitely +Confused-face emoticon +Then sighted a motorcade +We weren't even focused on, slow fade into the sirens +Climbing, creeping down Broadway +Firemen lying on the corner of LaFayette +Fire hazard signs, we were peeping all the doorways +The environment of violence that appeared on the set +Like we were touring at the Paramount lot +Situation paramount, we turned and ran down the block +And the air raids rang out +People started running, and people started screaming +And the guns started banging from the rooftops +Bleeding civilians started to fall +The millions in New York didn't stop to help at all +And we ran, and we ducked, and weaved behind trucks +As the storefronts in SoHo started to blow their windows +Rejected impulses, we failed to save anyone +And a stray car just missed us on the way to hit a building +We were running past some neighbors passing them their children +And oh, the city's getting gassed from below +It's pouring down manholes, blowing, and +Wrapping shirts around my face and screaming +I said at sunrise, meet me back in Dumbo +Looked in his eyes, kissed his lips with our guns low +Tightened my sleeves around my neck and started bookin' +Towards the bridge, headed to the planet of Brooklyn + +[Hook] +We flew into the rainbow of the city's crayon ruins +The colours splashed below us, glowing in the dark +And losing meaning by the day +I'm losing my head, but still giving my heart to you +And oh, how beautiful it seemed from a distance +With the moonlight glistening in awe +Of the silence, and the stillness +And the grace of it all +************************************************** +Bridge[Hook - MeLa Machinko] +See I can be the bridge that takes you home +Or I can be he wind that makes you moan +Depending how you treat me baby +See I can be the beacon, brings you light +Or I can be blacker, colder than midnight +So how you gonna see me baby + +Now either you can go on and choose me +Or baby you're gon' go on and lose me +Cause I can be, I can be, I can be, I can be +I can be, I can be, I can be, I can be + +[Verse 1 - Jean Grae] +If I could be blatant with, well, what I gotta say about you and I is +What I gotta do to not see it Kevin Smith way +You know, View Askew, babe +Give it to me straighter than a hetero, I'll pay for petrol +We can go riding through the metro (polis) +Put it together because separate causes, misunderstanding, watch +Metropolis +That's like us, see together we marvelous +Hard as the city of the concrete gardens +Split it up, inserts the margins, you get confusion, the words lose purpose +The mark and the target, the arc and the aim like a dart just miss position +If I can explain the way we need to go and where we gonna go, I can do it just like this +Listen +I guess this is the infamous, "What is this really?" conversation +Man I hate as a miss is this it's me bringing it up +Predictable dating +But you won't, I've been waiting +I wouldn't bother, wouldn't have the patience +It would be the aphid in the room, wasted breath, but I think you're amazing +That being said... (dot, dot, dot) +Love the way the bed rock non-stop +Love the time we spend, chill, eat, shop +Even iller the days we pretend we wanna be at our own spots +But then you knock, knock, knock +But yet still not confirming lock +I need to know or else just get dropped +Get canned, get blocked +Got plans, or not? + +[Hook - Jean Grae] + +[Verse 2 - Jean Grae] +The way you think is appealing I +Like the feeling of thinking of you +Like to know that you're thinking of me +Like the feeling of being us, two +Might reveal how I'm feeling too much +Might be feeling the fear, we do rush +Fight the feeling to flee, to lose us +Type to reel in the scenes and lose trust +Slice the dealings and leave, abuse lust +Cuts and bruises, I see you lose love +But you chose to redeem it, who does? +Fuck the blues and the demons, choose one +Human to humor cupid with some "cue in the music cupid shit" +Come +Lose the race in the shoes that you run +Fuse the pace of the two into one + +[Hook - Jean Grae] +************************************************** +Role Model (Freestyle)[Verse 1] +Yeah loser, well if you're choosing to go against Jean +You better assemble a squad that's better than the A-team +With the green hulk and shit that pop shirts +And a nigga with a shovel I can borrow when I drop the dirt +No lord, she's gone berserk again +The fucking pen was dripping blood and vision was fuzzy, Blurred and then she murdered them +I flirt dirty visions mostly unheard from the mouths of women +I guess I've just been blessed with a criminal intuition +Spit with a girly voice and nerdy with prose +And fully dressed so no one accidentally trips and says +"Hold on a minute" +I flow so deep that I fall in it +Prolong words like penis and chokes that spin [?] +I'm like trying to get free drugs, no credit +So fuck the industry, album had no edits +And fuck Prada, man, I'll [?] cause I'm broke +And I'm sorry I gotta stay out of trouble, there's no HMO medic +Ah forget it, I'll just get off the syllable letter +Just fizzle like acid burning your flesh +Until it's down to the gristle +You listening now? Yeah, wow +Well piss in your mouth wit your own dick +Come on niggas, fidget around +I'm about to get on everybody's last nerve +Take half of your crowd, pimp them out +Have them calling your house +Nah, just fucking around +Small time like I'm a bunch of horny niggas +Circle jerking with your digits, ow! +One for the ladies +Two cops out for the hood niggas on rooftops +Busting off shots with illegal 380's and drop +Three for me so I can easily triple it +Minus 8, double it, kick a mean 16 +It's Jean, sorry if the intro was vague +The surname is Grae, purpose of the words I say +Just to get the chance to play +And hurt the birds who don't deserve to stay in it +So Black I'll smack you right in your cap +So that your knee can grow +Old nigga, figure it out +It's clever, so let's sing it together +Come on + +[Hook] +You don't want it +You don't really really want it +You don't really... +************************************************** +Block PartyJean Grae ft. Apani B - “Block Party” +[Emcee(s): Jean Grae] +[Producer(s): Nasain Nahmeean (AKA Jean Grae)] +[Additional Vocals: Apani B] + +[Intro: Conversation Between Apani B and Jean Grae] + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Listen. I don’t wanna +Preach or come off bitter. This is a commentary auditory +Editorial about the state of things, state of mind +And state of being. What the fuck is going on? How the fuck +We gonna make it out? It’s hectic, from asbestos-filled classrooms +To the stench of death that’s still in New York—the air is thick +With it, but it reaches further like the world murder rate +Circulate, cultivate your mind and soul, your heart and your body +So stagnant. Niggas, get off your block and travel +Stop acting like your flesh is metal and your hood’s a magnet +We need to globalize, further spread on this earth +To appreciate the full value of individual worth +To realize how ridiculous the thought of ownership is and protecting your turf +It’s bullshit, man. That’s how we got colonized +Missionaries create foreign schools and change the native way in thinking +So, in ten years, we can have a foreign Columbine +In some small village in the Amazon. Come on, man +We’re better than that + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +You need +To get out your house, get off your block, and see something +Go do something, go change something, or else +We’ll fall for nothing. You need to travel the world +And when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl +And your girl and your man and your man +And your man. You understand? +So spread the word + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +It’s every +Man for himself—that’s why the black community +Is lacking in wealth—there’s no unity. We’d sooner be +Chilling with rich white folk, and that means that we made it +Let our kids go hungry before our wardrobe is outdated +Rap careers are drug-related. Ballplayers, we need more lawyers +More housing and jobs created—why we waiting for it to be given? +We need to get up and get out and make our own living +Instead of just making more inner-city children +More doctors in your building, righteous cops next door. If the system’s +Corrupt, then change it. Fought for the right to vote, don’t even use it +Forget electoral winning. The way the world’s going, we’re in +The ninth inning, heh, and we still aren’t up to bat +Niggas is happy just to have the rights to sit on a bench +Like, “Floor seats is alright,” and that’s as far as we reach +Materialistic values, not morals—that’s what we teach +I see it in the youth hungry for fame and money, not for knowledge +And pursuit of the truth. Pick up a book or a newspaper +Take a free class in politics or human behavior. We need +To stop acting victimized. It’s like we’re day-walking blind +Open your eyes. There’s a whole world out there + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +You need +To get out your house, get off your block, and see something +Go do something, go change something, or else +We’ll fall for nothing. You need to travel the world +And when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl +And your girl and your man and your man +And your man. You understand? +So spread the word + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +And you don’t +Have to agree or just be happy, content to lose +Your hunger, push further ‘cause I don’t believe that pipe dreams exist +The world is what you make it, your life is all that you got +So take it to the limit. Why would you deny your spirit +Growth and happiness? And if your peoples hold you back +They’re not your peoples at all. You know the misery cliché +Ladies, know your worth. The way we’re giving it up, we might as well +Auction ourselves on eBay to the lowest bidder. So what +If his dough is better? Money doesn’t make the man. Maybe self- +-sufficiency would better make you understand. Let’s get it together +There’s so much promise and it’s just going to waste. We turn crude +Lack of class, lack of taste, and, trust, they’re laughing at us +It’s slow genocide, and I don’t care how many bottles +Of Cristal you pop. It won’t un-expose you as a known pedophile +Native child running wild to the edge of the Earth +I’ll see y’all at that last hundred miles. Bet + +[Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) +You need +To get out your house, get off your block, and see something +Go do something, go change something, or else +We’ll fall for nothing. You need to travel the world +And when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl +And your girl and your man and your man +And your man. You understand? +So spread the word + +[Outro: Conversation Between Apani B and Jean Grae] +************************************************** +What Would I DoJean Grae - “What Would I Do” +[Emcee(s): Jean Grae] +[Producer(s): Mr. Len] + +[Intro: Jean Grae] +Yo +1 for the beat (Uh!), 2 for the real (Alright) +Cats who never doubted I was dropping the skill, for all +My peoples in the NY and SA who blessed me +The gas face to all those who still wanna test me (Word) +3 for the fans who already know the name (Who?) +4 smacks to all wack niggas in the game (Yes), 5, 6 +7, 8, 9, 10 for the flows. Ayyo, Len +Drop it to zero. This how the story goes (Come on): + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Drama +So close to not completing the missing piece of the puzzle +Quit again, in again, drop suit be following +Swallowing pride like porn stars and money shots, I’m hitting +Your blocks, spinning as heavy as SUVs doing 360’s, I’m +Ready as ever, overdue like the rain in New York +Sustained a steady fan base, but you still don’t know me +Hold me in your highest regards, I’m your homie, I relate +It’s personal, nothing fake. Read me—wait, I’d rather dictate it +Relay it to you on a deeper level. Kick off +Your shoes and light your L’s. Let’s talk and get to know each other better +I’m Jean, honorable team player for years +Emceeing on the low, in videos devoid of the hoes, fo’ sho’ +It’s crunch time. I’m the one they sent to piss your label off +They won’t fuck with me unless I’m parading, taking it off +Nah, man. Executives con mans, this record is +Too hot to get pushed back another minute, it would burn +A set control. Well, admit it. You liked it when the first bar dropped +In less than one second, she’s already spitting. I need y’all +You want a change? Well, here it is: let’s stop +Complaining, make it happen—everybody step up your game +‘Cause everybody’s stuck in park or reverse. Letting media +Choose your path and rape you, market you less than you’re worth +I was gonna throw the towel in, but, honestly, you cats deserve +Some better music, plus, come on. What else would I be doing? Shit… + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +(What, what, what would I do?) +If, like my people, said, “I left it to you” (Tell me) +(What, what, what would I do?) +If I didn’t try a verse, if I didn’t rhyme (Tell me) +(What, what, what would I do?) +If I just hated and did nothing to change it (Tell me) +(What, what, what would I do?) Hell no. That could never happen + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +There’s so much +Further to go. I feel like Mindy Cohen doing the One to Grow On +Yeah, I’m old school—40’s and high tops, Triple Gooses +And Travel Fox, Huaraches and Blow Pops. I’m down to earth +But still dreaming. Peace to Skeme Team and all of my niggas +On the come-up. Apani and Lyric, we gon’ take it there +The rest of y’all just taking up space and you don’t even care +It’s like you started eating Thanksgiving dinner without saying grace +I whisper a prayer for you ‘cause you cats are lost and probably not gon’ +Make it back. Fuck it. It’s more for me, I guess, so please +Don’t stress it. The best is yet to come. This is just +An introduction. I’m ‘bout to have niggas madder than +Big titty girls who getting breast reductions. The purpose of +My function is to smash, simply put: trash you until you cry +“Uncle, mercy,” wander aimless in this concrete jungle and curse me +There ain’t a need for verse three—I can feel it. That would +Rob you of your manhood, and I’m not into stealing, so tell me… + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +(What, what, what would I do?) +If, like my people, said, “I left it to you” (Tell me) +(What, what, what would I do?) +If I didn’t try a verse, if I didn’t rhyme (Tell me) +(What, what, what would I do?) +If I just hated and did nothing to change it (Tell me) +(What, what, what would I do?) Hell no. That could never happen + +[Outro: Jean Grae] +Haha, yeah, man. And it’s only the beginning. Better choose sides now +************************************************** +No DoubtJean Grae ft. Block McCloud - “No Doubt” +[Emcee(s): Jean Grae] +[Producer(s): Nasain Nahmeean (AKA Jean Grae)] +[Hook/Background Vocals: Block McCloud] + +[Intro: Jean Grae] +I ain’t afraid to shine different. Come on + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Devoted life to the dream of lights and fortune and fame, I might +Just gain the vision or just might be living in vain. See, in the game +It’s fool’s gold and platinum thugs stacked with cash +Drugs and women, bubbling crime, troubling time +I stayed humble with mine, had drama for words +Encountered some birds who tried to take the shine, but I’m illuminating +Like a thousand frozen wrists in the glint of the sun +Worth the Franklin Mint and Wall Street combined into one +They can’t see it yet though. Different like niggas saying +Petrol for gas, English metric system, bringing on the past +Just trying to reach y’all, no one’s at my arms’ length +Wanna stay in the race but slowly running out of breath +They all alike, can’t understand. Maybe it’s safest +To play the role and be another glitch in The Matrix +Repetitive flow, embedded in dough. I run the risk of pissing +Everybody off, but I don’t care if you know + +[Hook: Jean Grae with Background Vocals by Block McCloud] +Yo, I’m on +The line like white china, table +Lay it all out for this shit, nigga, no doubt +Fuck real. I’m right. Told you +The last time, man. Fuck y’all, say it +Bring it, lay it all out for this shit, nigga +No doubt. Fuck real. I’m right +Told you the last time—things ain’t different +Say it, bring it. I’m on now + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Quit for good too many times—shit, maybe I should +But it won’t prevent rejection reappearing in life +I even lay the toughest down for you, paint the ground floor +Pain for you only so that you feel me write (Alright). They hear me +Tight from the ills perhaps, but not a lot of scenes +Like movie stills of fleeing from fiends and caps. I had +Thrills in hospitals, couple of hot chases +Romance with Jacks (Uh huh), Jills in dirty places (Uh huh) +No jail cell been filled and no court cases, but +Committed murder of flesh, two of my own faces +At best, I’m a dime each, not a dozen, never cheap +Fornicated adultery once and now I never cheat +Younger sibling of two, family dysfunctional +Problem with being on time, hardly ever punctual +Punch-clocks give me the runs—it’s not in my blood, akhi +Y’all flashing guns at me. Time to go let it be + +[Hook: Jean Grae with Background Vocals by Block McCloud] +Yo, I’m on +The line like white china, table +Lay it all out for this shit, nigga, no doubt +Fuck real. I’m right. Told you +The last time, man. Fuck y’all, say it +Bring it, lay it all out for this shit, nigga +No doubt. Fuck real. I’m right +Told you the last time—things ain’t different +Say it, bring it. I’m on now + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +See, I got these +Bill-collectors practically at the door chilling +I can’t explain to Visa how I’m trying to stack a million +Hustle on the side for chump change, it’s not big-time +I only do it for fries, chicken and wine and hump days +Reality spit, dudes and rap bitches sick of me +And if they write, they still print—I’m trying to do calligraphy +All real, sit up just all night, just thinking it’s +All wrong, won’t sleep ‘til everything’s alright +I made brush fire noise, I need four-alarm +3 AM on the lawn with two kids and one slipper on +Blaze now. Your days phase out like old sitcoms +Trying to save the show by putting new fucking kids on +Love me or not, respect it for what it’s worth. I’m like +A bundle of dough in a knot in a purse under your cot +Undiscovered lines like connecting the dots. It’s gonna happen +Sooner or later. Fuck rapping. Just getting air + +[Hook: Jean Grae with Background Vocals by Block McCloud] +Yo, I’m on +The line like white china, table +Lay it all out for this shit, nigga, no doubt +Fuck real. I’m right. Told you +The last time, man. Fuck y’all, say it +Bring it, lay it all out for this shit, nigga +No doubt. Fuck real. I’m right +Told you the last time—things ain’t different +Say it, bring it. I’m on now +************************************************** +A Little Story[Intro] +Here's a little story that must be told +Here's a little story that must be told + +[Verse] +The story of a young girl +Praying for those who chose her to notice +This golden child entitled the holy grail drinker +For sure a soldier trooper +Maneuver through your crew and noticed only overseas +And quoted like a [?] maneuver +Picture different, my vision position to capture moments +And living it only dreaming children are pretty to know +And Jean holding zero cold dinero is the current state +I'm exposing the lack of folding and limos and empty plates +It's all fucked up, writing across the wall, sucker +My thoughts are trapped in ink and imagining them being wrapped in mink +But life is routed on roads with broken glass +And potholes and shit +I'm running barefoot on the same street you drive your Rolls in +Luxury gangsta whips and cliques and women +Liquor-driven strippers +Chilling in your coke-infested place of living +I got a stoage and a match, a dream of toking some tracks +[?] cash, so why should niggas listen? +I throwback like Kodak clips +That means I go back to old hits +And re-take prints with new spit +Then throw that, too yo rap +You know that trick, whoa +With that ho? I mean that shit, yo +Suppose you only used to chicks +Who use they tits to boost sales +And boot males who switch the crew they with but really fails +Cause rap fans are finicky, your approach is gimmicky +So your turn's over fast, like a young man's virginity +Ms. Grae, the unknown vet, destined to stardom +Reaching higher up than Harlem is to L.E.S. Puerto Ricans +You're blowing smoke and shooting dope +And speaking nothing +Niggas is tripping, video bitches are making a killing +Little girls thinking they're grown women in bra tops +But will it matter soon when the bomb drops, it all stops +We're thinking ghetto warfare, you should be thinking bigger +Money, bitches, and houses, they're still calling you a nigga +This is the mind of a visionary +Imprisoned in matrimony with rapping in shackled +To stacks of tracks and [?] +Black like ya homie selling crack in the back of an alley +You know me in fact +I'm the shadow behind you creeping slowly +Smoking dro, analyzing ambition +While I'm fantasizing, planning trips of tanning on islands with [?], Up and down [?] magazine +Poster child for [?] scholars, spittin' kerosene find me +Maybe finally in colleges with adolescent scholars +PlayStation's for twenty kids making a hundred dollars +Maybe chilling in Hollis with [?] wallets open +Splitting change for dutches for rolling +Munchies for after smoking +The intro, for y'all who ain't know +The first is J-E-N +The second's G-R, then the letter of every first plan +Next, the last to the end of this verse, I'm hoping your spelling it works +Cause it's the end of the verse +Hahahhahha +************************************************** +Chapter One: Destiny[Intro] +We begin our story in L.A +Our player's on a mission: a mission of revenge +In a small town, a fire breaks out +Shots pierce the air, and a massive killing spree begins +Is this just a random act of senseless violence +Or is this story deeper? +Is there a reason behind these psychotic actions? +Welcome to the mind of a contract assassin +Whose time has just run out +And whose fate will be decided, by you, the listener + +[Verse 1] +Running like a bat out of Hell with blind fury +Hundred-yard dash, smoking mirrors, eyes blurry +Hit the porch bleeding red, seven dead +Two in the trunk in the back +Scanning through the goggles for the Cadillac, left it running +Swiveled my body to the sound of shots, cocked back +And let them fly, bullets screaming, left leg bleeding heavy +Ducking the sounds of the Chevy that pulled up to the lawn +Breathing heavy from the smoke [?] +Jump in the passenger side and hit the pedal, dash blown +Cash littered the ride, I'm half-gone +Leather is hot from sittin' in the sun +The chrome burning my leg +The wound sewn breakin', puddles of red +Screeching out, rubber smoking, I'm ghost, the wheel broken +The door is half-open, my lung's, air chokin' +Sick the chase kicks this way +I'm headed to a small town, just outside the city walls of L.A + +[Hook] +Destiny ridin', just a matter of time +And put it all behind me, bullet holes and bodies +Motels and lobbies, going to hell find me +I'll be inside the arms of fate hiding +Can't run from nothing, I'll just keep fucking +Search and kill, ducking 'til they're all gone +Got to do something, can't just keep running +I swear to God I won't stop the song + +[Verse 2] +This road driving got me bugging got me seeing vision +This company dealing got me killing children and women, holy God forgive me +Now I'm headed to save the very seeds of life +The fathers hands of time +Supposedly outliving my husband and kids +They caught him in a Krispy Kreme on the fly +For leaving the company without a reason why +They said they'd relocate me to Hell, put my mama in jail +I fuck around and leave them all to Satan making a bail +Associate's supposed to get me guns but he switched +Found him bloody on a windy Sunday, deep in a ditch +I travel from motel to motel, steal whips and kill +And cover tracks, laughing, pull off quick +Dump the Caddy for a black Impala +Slit the neck of a collar or a priest +And then a deacon and then I sped off east +Reach a rest stop, made out with the cook +Snapped his neck, took the truck and bounced and nobody looked + +[Hook] +Destiny ridin', just a matter of time +And put it all behind me, bullet holes and bodies +Motels and lobbies, going to hell find me +I'll be inside the arms of fate hiding +Can't run from nothing, I'll just keep fucking +Search and kill, ducking 'til they're all gone +Got to do something, can't just keep running +I swear to God I won't stop the song +Destiny ridin', just a matter of time +And put it all behind me, bullet holes and bodies +Motels and lobbies, going to hell find me +I'll be inside the arms of fate hiding +Can't run from nothing, I'll just keep fucking +Search and kill, ducking 'til they're all gone +Got to do something, can't just keep running +I swear to God I won't stop the song + +[Verse 3] +Sitting in this car sniffing coke on a dash +Tinted windows, Isaac Hayes blast, mind a million miles a second +Clothes wrecked hands bloody, brains on the seat +Range and Honda and a Dodge Viper parked next to me +The motion sensor lights dimmed well +The stove lit, twelve butts, three lines, and one L +Contemplating suicide, the drugs got me wildin' +Complicated of the thoughts, the tears are flying +I'm thinking rush the door finally found the kidnappers thinking +Wait 'til 4 then bust in and start clapping +Should I go? Should I stay? Should I wild? Should I wait? + +[Outro] +If you choose to rush out the door now, please choose track #7 +If you choose to wait in the car and think of a plan until 4:00, please choose track #3 +************************************************** +Fade OutJean Grae - “Fadeout” +[Emcee(s): Jean Grae] +[Producer(s): Koichiro] +[Sample (Melody): Keiko Matsui - “To the Indian Sea” (3:20)] + +[Intro: Jean Grae] +Someday, I’ll see you, be with you again +Can’t believe how I miss you, I’m there ‘til the end + +[Verse: Jean Grae] +Demetrius, I had +To say something. My brain is stained with you +I don’t even think I can explain how much I miss you +Your tears frame the page, my faith is outlined in chalk +The other day, I freaked out on the street—someone walked like you walked. It took +A second not to think it was you, then everything crashed down +I don’t understand how God picks who he’s gonna snatch out +Before you hit the ground, I hope you passed out. I wish I could +Run up in Heaven with gats, find you, and blast us out +I can’t find your brother, I heard he’s with your grandmother +I spent two weeks on 411, trying to find the phone number +I didn’t go to your wake, got the call too late +And after I found out, I spent a month in my room and never opened the drapes +I didn’t get to say goodbye. It’s not fair +I hope you had fun in Miami, it seemed like you were meant to be there +My family talked about you often, I can’t think of you in a coffin +Pardon the random thoughts. When I speak of you, I get +Lost in memories. The intensity of losing you is like +A thousand degrees in the desert with no sight of water or trees +I dream of an oasis, seen you in a hundred faces +Hear you in music, think you’re partying in different places +Like your favorite, I guess. Sometimes, it snows in April +Your fate will never be forgiven, I’m cursing every religion +My heart is always with you, and anyone that I love will have to know +A part of me can’t go to them ‘cause it’s above. I miss you +************************************************** +Code Red[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +See every life brings a moment of intense hatred +Body inseminated with foul thoughts and drained patience +Most likely waited out, [?] +Chasing the cloud before you start thinking of +Lacing a crowd of people with a round of bullets flying free +Visioning bodies dying in threes +Temperature dropping from 98.6 degrees +And their souls leaving their bodily shell +Well, probably do well to flee the scene +Before the cops arrive and shoot you up until you rotting in Hell +I'm saying, I know that most of y'all relating +Even hatred flashbacks, are subsequently losing it +Niggas without guns are those who used to using it +With index fingers locked in trigger-pulling positions +No matter which category you fit in, listen +It's a dark day, cluttered thoughts like crowds on +Eastern parkways +Try to calm your heart with spears [?] +Your girl cheated on you with your cousin +Or she tells you that she's eating for two, and then you find out that she really wasn't +Your man hit on your mom, your dad dislocated your arm +For fighting with him when he knew he was wrong +Your boss fired you, the week before the rent is due +Your wife lied to you +Your husband caught him with a guy or two, you're trying to +Just not invoke the spirit of Satan into your hands +Do something you might regret, cause something has gotta let +This demon is creeping up to the surface of your brain +Working overtime to plan escapes from running from your murder route +It's nervous, I've heard it before, cause I've been there +Balanced on a thin line ready to topple at any time or anywhere +Anytime, anywhere +Anytime, anywhere + +[Hook] +Cause love... +So difficult to live it up, just give it up +Let's switch it up to hate, let's bitch and fuss +You see cause love is based on trust +And I've been hurt too much to take that leap of faith +I'll wrap and keep it safe and save face +So say your grace cause we just don't give a fuck + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +I can hear voices screaming of angels and devils schemin' +To crawl up my shoulders and just duke it out +Throw it up, puke it out +The pit of my stomach is bleeding +The shit that I'm thinking is turning me green +And I'm losing it quick, confusin' random people +Walking with niggas that I wanna get back +The slack of my stride is heart boppin' +My feet knocking on pavement like I'm cracking it in fours +My mental math is way off course +Columbus style, my dental work is fake out smiles +Hatin' myself for fading into the pit of the blackness +No anger management course can even switch a track of +Thinking I'm sinking in deeper, meetin' the reaper, chillin' +Sippin' shots of tequila, while he's kickin' it to women, where's the ether + +[Verse 3: Black McCloud] +Breathe the sulfur, the brimstone +Fear and suffering alone +I [?] and comfort me like Jim Jones +Recruiting clones and cliques and clans +The pick of the litter, the follow the leader, then sinking in quicksand +With no particular plan, I'm just slick with a sinister scam +Politicking, promising to deliver the land +'Til they kissing the ring on the hand of the king +The gospel, spreading like a venomous thing +'Til my name in the tenements ring, generous with nothing +Greedy with the riches, for all the times I got +Beat in this business, cheating on bitches +Feeding the sickness, like a cancer eating at your skin +Leaving you tit-less, witless, only Jehovah would witness +Satan is grinning cause he's winning, loving the hatred +In this age where nothing is sacred +We covet thy neighbor's wives, under the covers +They mothers lie naked with they daughter's baby's fathers +In the wake of modern day harvest +Cities burn like Sodom and Gomorrah +The concurrent nightmares might occur again +Anytime, anywhere +Anytime, anywhere +Anytime, anywhere + +[Hook] +Cause love... +So difficult to live it up, just give it up +Let's switch it up to hate, let's bitch and fuss +You see cause love is based on trust +And I've been hurt too much to take that leap of faith +I'll wrap and keep it safe and save face +So say your grace cause we just don't give a fuck + +[Verse 4: Pumpkinhead] +We interchange with gases that you breathing and dying +The heat of the night, the streets are bright +With heat seekers in flight +Them patriot missiles that whistle and streak through the skies +People fight for their right to kiss their freedom goodbye +I don't love her, but I keep it inside and +Never speak of the times I cheated +I just beat her and leave her believing the lies +I'm trying to stop the leak in my eye +I cry for the weak who have pride +But won't see a piece of the pie +Who forfeit them to the system and let it eat them alive +Listen my mission is to sufficiently try +Not to lose a piece of my mind +And change to a deranged piece of a guy +And take aim at the ones that chain us by the feet +And leave us die +And told us the evilest lie +To the people that fed them drugs in needles to get high +Conspiracy theory is clear to me +But when I speak, my people don't hear me, I'm getting followed by M.I.B +Constantly fearing retaliation for my revelation +I find myself panicking in a train station +My nation is racist, I hate this +I'm anxious to take this nickle plated shit +And blast my way out of a matrix +This world of fakeness is faceless, face it +Every life has its moment of intense hatred + +[Hook] +Cause love... +So difficult to live it up, just give it up +Let's switch it up to hate, let's bitch and fuss +You see cause love is based on trust +And I've been hurt too much to take that leap of faith +I'll wrap and keep it safe and save face +So say your grace cause we just don't give a fuck +************************************************** +So Glad It’s OverOoh lord, you're you're such a fucking baby +How the fuck do I forget that shit every time? It's my fault +Maybe I should set an alarm, I mean damn +Even so much more lately and every time I'm still shocked and appalled like +Maybe Jean you should recall how this nigga lane be +And every time you try to make things right he burns it down to the ground +Don't turn around +You such a fucking victim, ain't ya +That kinda thing is just your nature +Well I kinda hate ya, oh +I loved you baby but that don't make me wrong +How many damn apologies can one man want? +You run then walk right back to guilty threads I won't +You must be fucking crazy +To think I wanna stay in a loss +I tried to let you get your player shit off +But let's be real, you never really understood how to feel +Can I get a witness? +I bet I could, so many bitches +And if everybody had a bit of you in 'em man they would be assholes +Bitter women, definitive feminists, giving this nigga the pass though +Remember that Jean is the enemy +You fill in the memory with an epiphany +That was a phony epiphany +What are you kidding? We been in the moment again and again I'm living no more +I made the decision to kick in the bucket and clicked the phone call +Off, boss, stick to being the victim most of time +Post up your lines, blah blah blah blah, instagram +Quit your damn crying +Bitch you a damn lie +Bitch you a damn lie +************************************************** +Give It Up[Verse 1] +See I was born in a zephyr, bitch +West wind terrorist +Archangel, left wing clipped off by the seraphims +Right wing sickened when the lightning struck it +So I flew against the sun until it lightened me from it +I'm unlikely to covet what you hype from your gullet +I'm more the type to re-dub it +Yours is trifling rubbish +So under this game my name should have a hyphen above it +When I break, push its hymen all the way to its stomach +Insane hard drive as if the AKA's Lacey +And the track was [?] +And the rap is a magnum +Or the rap is a handgun and the track is Thelma +The AKA is Louise and then I'm back with [?] +Gatling spitter, eat you cats for dinner +Like I'm Jean Yun-fat +Cooking rice in the back +Still, uh, deciphering that? +Killer, a Ku Klux blue blood +Filling their wardrobes until their shoes flood with loose guts +Ruthless as those people DeVito was with +You sluts take it off, I've been dressed ever since +Blessing this canvas better than priests in a sketching class +Sipping on holy water, dipping in watercolors +Gracious Grae, thicker than Tom Selleck's facial hair +[?]Late John Ritter or Tom Splitter +Wait there, Jean'll remake you like Cape Fear +I'll take a creampie and rub it 'til your face smeared +My sense of humor's intense, the cure would be death +But I'm the sixth sense so, death isn't sure yet +(Hey! Don't give 'em no more!) +What you stopping me for? +(These niggas ain't ready for Greasy just to lay down the law for sure!) + +[Hook] +I run through your hood with my middle finger up +I'm that good, that sure +Nigga, yeah, what? +I'm that ill, that girl, man, give it up +(She's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad) +I run through your hood with my middle finger up +I'm that good, that sure +Nigga, yeah, what? +I'm that ill, that girl, man, give it up +(She's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad) + +[Outro] +Hahahahha hahaha ahhah ahhahh +I'm so bad, ooh shit +I'm so bad in shit it hurts, ahah +It hurts to be this way, ooh ooh god damn +Ooh bitch get of my building +************************************************** +God’s GiftJean Grae - “God’s Gift” +[Emcee(s): Jean Grae] +[Producer(s): Masta Ace] +[Scratches: Mr. Len] + +[Intro: Jean Grae] +It’s alright. You can get mad. You knew the deal from the get-go. If it’s not you, it’s another bitch. It’s all good. Whatever. Day to day. Bitch to bitch. That’s how we live. Player. What? + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +I’m the reason y’all breathe, the reason y’all been here from conception +Reason y’all believe in deception and faithfulness +I’ll make your destiny and fate twist +And when I stop coming around, it’s hatefulness +I paint bliss when you with me, have you crying you miss me +Lying to your friends that you dissed me. I’m your world +Kiss me and the globe turns, sun rise and moon shine +Ocean tides shift in just the blink of an eye +Game transcends time when I spend with you +Spit out incredible bull, lies are exceptional. Think you +My prime-time whiz, that I care about your kids +The truth this? I don’t give a fuck as long as you is +Hit it up until it’s raw, no protection—what for? I know +You’re not chicken, only call on me when you fiending for it +Only fuck top-notch bitches, dime pieces if they’re +Dirt-broke or got riches, single or rock-reachers +I’m who you call your man, who you call your fam +Who you call late night in a jam, 4:30AM +Bawling to me. I’m just plain balling, you see +Being with one bitch is boring to me. I say +Variety is the fruit of life. It’s not my fault that every woman +Is the foolish type, and, after me, you cop +An attitude, you ruthless dyke. You fell for it, let +The dick call it. Niggas, if you with me, you’re killing ‘em like… + +[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Len] (x4) +“Dumb bitch!” +“Play your position!” +“Dumb bitch” +“Play your position!” + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +See this style? Didn’t even use game to get you +You know you been open wide off me since the day I met you +Never let go of me. When we’re fucking, you love me +When we’re in the streets, these motherfucking bitches touch me +I think it’s funny you call me your honey. I call you when +I’m feeling horny. You say: when I’m not around, your pussy +Feeling lonely. I told you, “Never let a bitch own me” +Still, you buy me shit: iceberg, Sony, Hitachi +And Motorola, Dreamcast, and four controllers +Trip to Atlantic City like we’re some high rollers +Think you’re gonna lock it down, even write me letters +Every time you’re out of town—don’t even read ‘em +What the fuck I need a wife for? I lead the life of a free man +Told you I was a player since the first hand +Been dealt. You want me to meet your family?!? Well, I got +Some news for ‘em: if you got sisters, put the move on ‘em +Let loose too on ‘em, loose screw on ‘em +Mom’s too—even better, get her upon you +And your dad know the deal—he’s a nigga. I’m saying the older +You get, the better you get at playing—for real + +[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Len] (x4) +“Dumb bitch!” +“Play your position!” +“Dumb bitch” +“Play your position!” + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +I’ve had ‘em all, from the whores to good girls galore +Twins to wheelchair bitches, freaks to married hoes turned frigid +Classy models to pigeons. You’re not special +‘Cause you went across with feelings on another level +Another day, another hustle—you’re no different +I’m not the daddy for your children. Tell me +You’re separated, divorce pending. Listen, the only position +You fill with pussy, you’re in. I’ll never spend a dime +On you, and my time’s precious. You’re whining on the jack +About lack of respect for women. What if my daughter was +To grow up, meet a villain like me? You’re bugging—I ain’t got +No children. If I did, I’d teach ‘em better than you’ve been +Your self-esteem is all fucked, must’ve been busted when +Growing up ‘cause pretty bitches know enough +And now you’re mad, blowing up. Whatever. Listen +I gotta bounce. Your best friend’s on the way to my house + +[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Len] (x4) +“Dumb bitch!” +“Play your position!” +“Dumb bitch” +“Play your position!” +************************************************** +2-32's[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Most of this here is just braggadocio +Emphatically spoke, impeccable rap flow +Second to that, wordplay akin to watching a verb +Hitting a piñata on the eve of its birthday +Uncommon like Erykah Phenomenon! Hysteria! +Hype, rocks millennium Sade criteria +Fuck the hearsay, please Jean's superior +Y'all yellow the same color of your bladder's interiors +You bore me to pieces, you feces mouth +And, yes, it's still shit if I mispronounce it bitch +How could it be doubted The beast mounted the pen +We're unsurmountable like you being surrounded by a ten man army in Afghanistan tents +With a caravan of Carolina and New York feds +Bless me with a holy 40 bottle from your corner stop and +Bet all your model entourage that we can get you popping +I'll deliver your liver on a plate with a slither of your shivering date +There's no mercy here put on your worsest gear +Your fucking with the word career +Assassin who just gave the job to murk ye onto Daily Planet +I raise havoc, like giving Mobb Deep a booster chair +Stupid, I'm uncouth and in the booth I'm rare +Name Northern Lights Pimp game, Dolemite +Spleens on assorted recordings I'm giving all the mics +Slaughtering them like cattle, hoarding the words +And then cornering them leaving just the ring it's absurd +I murder just for the fun of the sound of bodies falling +I'm eccentric I don't need white coats calling +It's just dementia, come on, quit your bawling +You'll only make Jean just slit your paws in +And then there's bloody parts and Jean's starts to saw and +It'll be ridiculous You're strawberry licorice +All over my kicks Mom mourning Snap! Picture this + +[Verse 2: Daily Planet] +For the record Imma keep spitting +Game booking +And leave the game looking +Like a shepherd with its sheep missing +I know you seen Dai' +On a lean +Spray your team Tres schemes[?] +In Inglés wtih Jean Grae +Raising Cane phrasing slang cause shit is foul +In this flagrant game I'm O-fficial +Lingual assaults mangle +Wings on the archangel +The Grim Reaper's cane got my face and name +So I readily phrase spoke[?] +And repping respray hope and +I'm steadily paid til heavenly gates open +Rhyme's musical, I'm fluent through +Spitting lyrics your spirit is congruent to +Nigga, I been rapping I handle that +'long as I got a ten track and a camel pack +I paid my dues +Never half step +Used to stomp niggas down just to raise my shoes +Obey my rules or face consequence from lower lower 3rd, the 8th continent +Come one come all the track is strong +I'm talking Clark with no glasses on cats is wrong +Waiting on a rebel when there's factions armed +Y'all niggas playing on a level that I practice on +I'm willing to off these my aura's still in recital +Of killing them softly like Lauryn Hill with a silencer +So drilling your softies [?????????????????????] +Revealing your flaw, chilling, while peeling your top Please! +************************************************** +High[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Claiming the city is mine, prettiest dime +I don’t like the way that people defending Kelly in public +Why it’s spoken on the verse? Quote it, a similar intro +Who’s gonna get it? Distant, feeling this glamour, tatted +Below the shoulders spelling, “Jean Grae.” Inside +Picket fences and larger houses, them fuckers imitating +My life of living is a constant struggle, juggled +With empty hands, troubled and worried about the future plans +Hoping God’s looking out of high windows. Keep +Climbing, keep falling back, sip a little Cognac +Hating many, holding pennies inside of the wallet instead +Of dollars—holler if you feel it. The quest for dollar, sour +Green and achievement, bleed until my final hour, believe it +This hunger never quits, it only grows deeper +Get high, try to get my burn on like a ton of reefer +I’m a fiend, state of my mind is all green + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +You don’t +Even respect the history or bother to notice, street and +The feds is red enough, somebody’s child is laying dead +But fuck it, we use it in a single +Most of you using less, bars and more hooks +Jiggling titties, sell a song and crooks +And criminals in Entourage, and nobody’s wrong—come off it +I’ve seen a puff and plenty. In case your face is friendly +Could never kill, I’m ruthless only for the mic. Defend me? +Never. You could keep your cases for shit. I’m chasing this +Dream, running a thousand feet in the sand, envisioning cream +Replacing rock, hitting brick walls, door shut +Take my picture, blow it up, post it on construction promo +Fighting it solo, companies shook to rock the boat +Alone in it, praying like Charlie for golden tickets +I’m sick of women diminished by bitches claiming they kick it, Written strictly from the heart, skin will never be seen +Not for green + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +Niggas dying in troves +Higher than kites, blood on their flyest clothes +Lying hoes, reppin' women stripping, neglecting their children +Deconstructing education as quick as they could be gaining +Elevation, but it’s always easy to dumb it. You want it? +You got it, a nation of instant gratification, either +Microwaving or speeding ‘cause some fast cars are backed up +And scheming to reach in, American dreaming is catching up +I mean, you’re walking home and might get hit by a sniper +Life is always unappreciated, especially us +It could be genocide for certain unless we straighten it up +Awake and take control and be the colors we blush. Creation +Never meant to only get as far as a bus. Forsaken +All the splendor rendered us blind, thinking the world on recline +Watch Green Mile to open my mind and take me +Other places with Michael Duncan and Tom—you gotta feel me +Too much of something’s never good, keep it only for +Nights, so in my dreams, state of mind’s all green +************************************************** +Breathe Easy[Refrain] +One, two, three +Breathe easy +One, two, three +Breathe easy +One, two, three +Breathe easy +Out of breath and you haven't even heard me spit + +[Verse 1] +Welcome to the Rap Olympics +Jean Grae the gold medalist +Dirty like old gymnastic coaches prone to pedophilia +Rap stamina longer than European professional pedalists +I bench press verbs, phrases and predicates +Make you run the track backwards +Like dyslexic hundred-yard dashes +Or treadmills that work in reverse +I'm the total package +Flow six pack +Syllables flip back +Dominique Dawes +Flawless triple somersaults in the mat +10.0 man head to toe +Line for line I'll rip you in the Strong Man comp limb from limb +Stick you with sharp-witted +Spit that's targeted like javelin throws +Pass these chicks like water and I'm the breaststroke +Collapse your chest and throat with final distances +This is a warning for anyone thinking of verbal brawling +I will kill you +Maybe just hit you with the lead pipe +Come on, y'all Brian Boitano +I'm all Tanya Harding, bitch please +I crunch comp like tummies and ab flexes +Smash egos to bits at once with the size of Texas +Push down chicks with push-ups and tits in their neck +To distract you from the fact that even +Their ghostwriters are wack +Smack you with your own hand, make you apologize +Rhymes are more brolic than teams of Yugoslavic women +Now that's gully, you just silly +Like Monopoly money paid by the Russians to rob the French judges +Kill me like Jason Williams claimed the chauffeur did +Go for the toast +I choke you with smoke and fire spit +Boast cause I'm nicer with the mouthpiece than the whole Team Liberty +You're confused like Ski-fest barbecues +Ice grilling me +Shit I'm straight sick, you straight bitch +Only way you'll come first with your dick in your fists +Can't even get bronze, you could maybe get fifth +If you couple your score of nothing +With the number of digits Imma scar your face with +High-jump your gas dome +My words pole vault while yours stay at low levels with asphalt, Asshole +I'm your new personal trainer, it's Jean +Get niggas' heads bouncing harder than Greg Louganis, obscene +About to change your whole perspective of rap +How many times you think you're gonna play this shit back + +[Refrain] +One, two, three +Breathe easy +One, two, three +Breathe easy +One, two, three +Breathe easy +Out of breath and you haven't even heard me spit +************************************************** +Underneathu[Verse 1] +Place me in between your lips and I'll become a thousand roses +Lay me on your fingertips and I'll turn lace and clouds laid over +Make me wanna take days off work +You know we can +Make me wanna take off this skirt +You know that I'm so enamored with you, baby +You could make a girl wanna stay home and just have some babies + +[Pre-Chorus] +We can slow it down if I'm moving too fast, I just wanna be— + +[Chorus] +Underneath you +Underneath you +Underneath you +Underneath + +[Verse 2] +Can you hear it? +That's the sound of me +Falling for you +But don't you see me, baby? +That's the look of me crawling on my knees +Begging please to be under— + +[Chorus] +Yeah, yeah +Underneath you +Underneath you + +[Verse 3] +Yeah +Y— +Place me underneath your hips and I'll become a million oceans +Play with me between slow licks and I'll turn face then bow me over +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Make wanna tell (All) my friends +(You know I can't, you know I can't) +(Why? (Why?)) +Shit—not if them bitches ain't paying my (Rent) +Can't know my man + +[Interlude] +Do you like that, baby? +Wanna slow it down? +You sure? +Are you sure? +Alright + +[Pre-Chorus] +We can slow it down if we're moving too fast +I just wanna be— + +[Chorus] +Underneath you +Underneath you +************************************************** +Not Like Me[Intro] +One dollar, not two dollar tips at open bar +Keep it that way +There's nothing wrong with partying +Get your drink on +Oh, who's that? +Oh that's your girl? You with her? +She look like everybody else in here + +[Hook] +C'mon +They're not like me (That's a shame) +Baby bet you know they're not like me +And everywhere you go it's not easy +Just to come across a girl like Jean, oh no +C'mon it's not likely +And everywhere you go they're not like me (So what's up?) +And baby bet you know it's not easy (Uh huh) +Just to come across a girl like Jean +Oh no + +[Verse 1] +Pardon my composure +Saw you, had to approach you, move closer +Confidence all courtesy of the mimosas +Framed perfect +Like a picture with the sharpest image +From the lips of a cherub, cherry red +Henny breath, let me guess +Queens, is ya? +See Jean can read by the lean +And the tilt of the cap and your drink, I'll refill that +I need some good conversation, love +These hoodrats be making up the game +Plus they ain't even fully developed, I'm sayin' +See we could start a challenge +Of balancing most delicate matters +Involving plans, including satin and carriages... Wait, too far +Maybe we could shoot a little hoop +Or just chill on my stoop +I don't like a lot of hoopla +Me and you, sedude deuces and spiked juices +Some stoges, some backwards-rolled backwood in Cubans, that good? +So write your name, old school, pen on the back +Now what's a good time tomorrow? +I don't stall +Holla back + +[Hook] +C'mon +They're not like me (That's a shame) +Baby bet you know they're not like me +And everywhere you go it's not easy +Just to come across a girl like Jean, oh no +C'mon it's not likely +And everywhere you go they're not like me (So what's up?) +And baby bet you know it's not easy (Uh huh) +Just to come across a girl like Jean +Oh no + +[Verse 2] +You see I walk up different on 'em +Talk slang often +Bought dinner at dutch +While most women do the wallet clutch +Never ask the whip question +Make jokes interesting +Wear more clothes and let their eyes do the undressing +A little sarcasm, bar savage, tar addict +Argue about Reasonable Doubt and Illmatic +Car traffic eyein' +We can walk in summer laughing +Cry when they giggle +Split sides and curse +The magic that's in between us boy +Jean a fiend for the love-feeling +We crush dream and after lush green +And the sun shinin' and enough beach for a lifetime +And you're just mine +Pop in that Hathaway +Wonder and Gaye and rewind +Play a little chess strip +I read a lot +Beam you a little sixteen of something +I cook well +Sip on drinks and just chill +I'm malt liquor and M.O.P., +Tell me what you feel + +[Hook] +C'mon +They're not like me (That's a shame) +Baby bet you know they're not like me +And everywhere you go it's not easy +Just to come across a girl like Jean, oh no +C'mon it's not likely +And everywhere you go they're not like me (So what's up?) +And baby bet you know it's not easy (Uh huh) +Just to come across a girl like Jean +Oh no + +[Verse 3] +See we could be for life, even +For nights breathing heavy and steaming +From polite greetings to late-at-night face-smashing +Taste passion and race place baggage +My faith asking to place faith back in and maybe marriage +I hate slackers +Jean love to chill and lay out +Sometimes stay out +We'll find an open bar +I'm not impressed by payouts +So star, display out your cards +We can splay out on the top of cars +And pick the constellations +While playing the best of the Bards +You're making me nod agreeing +Patience is all I'm needing +Face it, I'm not your average girl +Or just close to it even +Most original +Entranced by your physical plans +I've got a lot, but we could chill +That's all I ask +You down? +************************************************** +Football Season Is OverBy the time you read this I'll finally find my peace +After I finally find my piece that I hide under the sheets +The beast is all on me, the beast and its army, breathing on me +Leaning on me, keeping me feeling like I got a precinct on me +Told me that I wasn't necessary +Preceded to scold me like I was in Secretary +"Leave me alone" I pleaded, I'm on to Tommy and Larry +"I'm feeding my people at home, please do not come near me" +But I know the debtor, company's policy, honestly +Totally got the false sense of camaraderie +See I was adept at keeping my family from the scope of things +When I was scoping things, when I was choking necks +When I was stabbing necks and put them in acid baths and jet +When I would rope them even in open views of bassinets +Stole rings when I passed checks +I opened things in vaults you couldn't imagine yet +Top level employee, live in the foyer +Because I'm always called in for not doing it your way +Always meeting Philip the divorcee in the hallway +Drinking up the coffee, yelled at for horseplay +I'd always get the job done, with the cops - none +But with the fucking cop's gun if I have to, with the fucking cap gun +Vince Vaughn in the backroom, but you'd actually catch one +When I'd pull the magnum from its back-strap, remember that one? +Assassin number 1 when the factory started +We called it the factory manufacturing action artists +Caught me when I was heartless for humanity +Had started replacing missiles in the parked car batteries +Initially I was pleasing them in car parks +And using the spare car parts to carve darts to use randomly +On the common man, like the dude standing on the corner +A bomb with his hand in his goose with his family +Hero became a villain, filling the blanks, I'm feeling +I'm Hilary Banks on the evening of Trevor's death +Little acclaim given, shitty disdain spilled in +The killings I rank better believe was nowhere left +Said I was reckless, this was offensive +I did my best for them, more than a check list +The work got done, calendar filled with x's +Left New York, worked at the headquarters in Texas +Got a husband, home, babies, I'm making breakfast +Sending them to school with boxes of raisins and shit to profess +This with labors of love and my babies hug me every morning +Bursting in my room with little construction paper drawings +Left the house - to the building +Every day the double life brought fulfillment +Elevated to the basement where I checked in +To the locker room to get fitted with weapons +Every business trip I took relentless +Every school play I had perfect attendance +Had a balance as much as my Hannibal character let me +Dexter would have envied the temper I kept in me +They crept at night, they checked the lights +They broke the lock, they climbed the stairs, they left me just to fight +They took the only thing I ever cared in life +So now with nothing left, I want my chest alight +Goodbye +************************************************** +Watch Me[Verse 1] +Ok, guess I gotta go back to basics, like I’m back wearing Asics +That my mama bought me, I'm glad that my mama taught me +How to be a stronger person, when the time was urgent +I got the dirt up off me like a box of Tide detergent +Just watch me, niggas watch me now +Better watch out the mouth is more proper niggas spladow +A splash on you is a Tom Hanks and Daryl Hannah +Was just implanted in my memory banks, Atlanta +Up to Canada then back home to South Africa +Thanks for widening the buzz diameter +Cause, let's do damage, competition meet your challenger +Losses zero and I still floss with no dinero +Apparel stay crisp though, kicks to pimp +The mixed chick with the equivalent of sulfuric spit +The hung juries split the tongues fury is guilty +But I'm just too cute to be considered this filthy +Industry can't milk me, They mad that they ain’t built me +(God dammit) my stamina’s at the status of can't kill me +A catastrophic cat on any topic +I'm toxic like Whitney and Bobby's blood, stop it + +[Hook] +We all came in this life with one mission +And I plan to grind till mine kicks in, watch me +Can't stop me, or hold me back, nor pop me, now hold me fresh +That’s not probably, the best lie I sold you that +Silly J then the G nigga spray like a mack milly +Back up off me, before you get slapped +Will she back out? Ever put the mic down? +Never, watch me + +[Verse 2] +It goes one for the beat (c’mon) +Two for the real (what) +Cats had never slept on the fact that Jean was ill +Lend me your eardrums friends +A couple spins in your Hummer Benz +Circle round your hood till it’s bubbling (I told y'all,damn) +Triple fat Bubblegoose as Jean's been +Trouble ever since the blackboards got useless +Truth is, school was just another tool to learn the vocab +To approach the world better, peers shuttering coach bags +Get the fuck on with that girl +I roast your asses like Friar’s Club toasters get most embarrassed +Fuck your four lashes +Jean'll rock some phony glasses and just stunt like they glowing with carrots +So what bastards, I don't roll with amateurs, niggas or vets +Like in our spare time we can’t put pets in +And ah yes, I'm marvelous thanks for asking +So smashing about to get talked about like the Passions coming attractions + +[Hook] +We all came in this life with one mission +And I plan to grind till mine kicks in, watch me +Can't stop me, or hold me back, nor pop me, now hold me fresh +That’s not probably, the best lie I sold you that +Silly J then the G nigga spray like a mack milly +Back up off me, before you get slapped +Will she back out? Ever put the mic down? +Never, watch me + +[Verse 3] +Get your life straight (man), I'm not a lightweight (and) +I'm not referring to the pounds on the 5’8” +Structure please watch me, rupture these clique circles +Bully's burst like a muscle yanking on a heavy pulley +First, ones called cooly used to be as unruly as son dooby in a porn movie with four whore groupies +Maybe that's reaching, I was a fast heathen +Couldn't catch me like I’m Tootie on them skates back in +East land, I'm a derailed train, a females pain +Giving birth while the head nurse gives her husband brain +I'm worser than curse words written in cursors +I'm Dear John letters held them palms a sweating +You Gerber babies garble on, Jean’s grown folk +But I’ll still throw a stick in your bike spokes, for choke dick +It’s time to get these keys and blocks like whip +I'm not mean but I’ll stomp like a brick at compost, shit + +[Hook] +We all came in this life with one mission +And I plan to grind till mine kicks in, watch me +Can't stop me, or hold me back, nor pop me, now hold me fresh +That’s not probably, the best lie I sold you that +Silly J then the G nigga spray like a mack milly +Back up off me, before you get slapped +Will she back out? Ever put the mic down? +Never, watch me +************************************************** +Crux[Intro] +Bad employees +Bad employees +Ain’t good employees +So true + +[Verse] +Let’s get it straight +They employees I’m the boss +Edison grain Himalayan salt +Bars act as medicine man laying hands +Contact niggas a brand to maintain fans +I’m prone to darker thoughts and Peter Parker witticism +Known to target more than people gone to prison system +Women carcuses burned and park and earned on a mantle +I’ll still be the hardest worker just a shift in prisons +I’ve always been a prophet conjurer manifester +Better than 100% of them +Dentagrip in the hand of the better gent better than gentleman +Just presented the option of settling in +Back of the bus relegated like black slated +The lady with crack laid in the pages +Lack of phrases never +Hope that we’re trapped in a case together +Rorschach and Watchmen approach until and fall until their balls back in +Here’s a vodka toast for every hour on the hour +So I don’t go cop a toast +Michael Douglas falling down +I’m a Kings County resider with a bounty hunter on the sider +With the county call the [?] +Got a renaissance +Probably I’m a pass on the common class +Mosque and synagogue +Now we into simpletons +Spin a call spin it thin +Finnegan begin again +Optimism was wearing thin even on thicker carotin +The caring is a barren ain’t it +Call stress related aging and immortal babies +Morbid thoughts that separate you from your moral cause +But serenade and show them all the born creators +That’s why now I got to call the blond girls with pom poms +With their mom’s pearls at the prom +With the promise of going to good colleges to bond +On a scholarship +Dad’s in the Klan +My family’s into politics +I’ll choke with tampon strings +Smoke over your body while some asshole sings +I’m really not a part of your party +You’re grasping for mercy +I don’t have any personally ask him + +*Listen I really can’t help you I gotta +See now I’m late +Now I’m late to do the hook +Now I just gotta just do pushups until the next verse +Alright really just shut up* +Oh that burns one hand +Let’s go* + +Who's always Rosewood pissed off permanent bitch slaps +Doing the birdman hand rub in a six-passenger van +In the passenger seat and wearing a caftan +Blaring The Gap Band's covers of Scatman Crothers' jams +Unreasonable tin foil hat flow +Rap so blacks don’t back pedal to crack hoes +Mother land ex pat +Ex lax lexicon broad +When I land my jets to concourse +No pedestrians on board +Brontosaurus various ignoring the words to the chorus +So your morals hurt more like slipping on marbles +Non-carpeted long ass mall corridors +All mall smokes at hole in the wall bars +Sipping a long dog flipping off all y’all +Yeah that’s all I got jokes in bars +And I boast those joke +While you hope and costar +Praying like a space ghost coast to coast star +Ricky Lake and Lakos hosting postcards +Go-karts and Nascar reason for blowdarts +Big n*ggas old time +No I don’t spar +I’ll be at my Metamucil age refusing medicine +But then a tending to my linens +A gentleman good evening +Following my bereavement is a team challenge +Valance valor cadence patience manners +Basic etiquette relevant rhetoric brander +A reverent benevolent banter +Gallous gracious +Panoramic picture painter +Realist escapist +Defendant never plaintiff +I don’t need to fucking claim shit +I own shit that own shit +Jessica Tandy prone shit +Jennifer Hanner +Get a home bitch +Get the fuck out of mine +You the fuck out of line +You don’t even know how the fuck to rhyme +Come on yeah go on +Calling the fuzz calling your cousins +I want them running and fucking buzz +I’ve had a dozen a feathering +I fucking live trucks +I’m Bugs Bunny with dutch ovens on my knuckles +[inaudible 3:52-2:56] +I’m the last mother fucking standing +You don’t wanna brash hands + +[Outro] +Wait I was trying to say +Lunatic brass pants +Lunatic brass pants that’s my new alias +That’s what I got lunatic brass pants +You’re not gonna put the beat back on +What are you doing to the micro— +I see your point +************************************************** +Desperada[Intro] +Wait...wait...wait...I'm not ready yet... + +[Verse One] +Then I lay me down on this cold floor +Oh Lord I hope for the cloaked, no intervention saw +That's where I paused, Jeanie, many more fleeting moments +Heck, you just cheating yourself from meeting +I can breathe a ton of these demons into my lungs +And I beat 'em no matter what self defeating attack comes +I put the past in the closet, leave it behind +Locked under key I would cast aside until I needed it padlocked +Put in a stash box, move it along +I learned how to learn patience and when acting is wrong +Turn 360 leisurely, pessimism know her and he grieve with me +Bleed with me, then I got sober, it agrees with me +I moderated shots slower +Finding the piece of me, thank God it was over +I'm here + +[Hook] {x2} +I couldn't imagine why I was granted a second chance at life +But I'm so glad that I saw the light +And I see now my purpose right +My purpose right + +[Verse Two] +Just think, what have I accomplished? +End of my life bonkers +What other pill to conquer +It would've just been awkward +Roommates explaining and didn't know why I changed +Since little before I named some pitiful reason lame or +Breaking down doors had even burst in tears +Grieving nurses to fear +Even land lady just standing and looking all fucked up +Like look what the fuck kids +Then cuff someone's arrested for punching a chest in +Wait +Just glad it never had to happen that way +I never would have had an album +Never had met Collin +Never had been travelling +Never had new problems +Never learned how to solve 'em +Never knew I'd evolve then + +[Hook] + +[Bridge] {x2} +And now I lay me down to sleep +I pray the Lord my soul to keep +If I should die before I wake +Wait +************************************************** +KnockJean Grae - “Knock” +[Emcee(s): Jean Grae] +[Producer(s): Mr. Len] +[Sample (Multiple Elements): Grateful Dead - “Help On the Way” (0:00)] + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Yo, this shit keeps weighing me down, beating me up +Like every day’s governed by Murphy’s Law, it never drops +But inside, I’m tied up in stress, knots, and chains +And bills that ain’t paid. I damn near work +For Dun & Bradstreet, keep a bank card and a wallet for show +I hate empty spaces, fill ‘em with MetroCards +That’s spent, already took me places, Fun Passes, loose changes +Gum wrappers, maybe numbers, battery covers +To CD players, and that’s it. I got some plastic +But can’t even use it, the bad credit’s so drastic +Ask me, bastard, if I’m signed. I rhyme sick, but niggas +Is quick to turn their back on spitters with clits +Hit ‘em with this and ridiculous phrase flow that exit +My lips—ayyo, I mean my face though +They still want chicks with tits and ass out +My respect is worth more than your advance cash-out +I’m fucking you right in the ear. If these chicks did it, you’d be +Catching gonorrhea. The only thing I spread is tinnitus (Right?) +Just trying to keep this shit right, and for all of y’all +Asking when my joint dropping, watch me this year. It’s like… + +[Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) +Hustles don’t get knocked, except the ones that +Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that +I told you once it’s not gangsta, it’s just right +Don’t get it fucked, I don’t like to spit my shit twice +Keep your fake thugging, afraid to get in fist fights +Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never +Nukka, this how I get down + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +It’s crazy +How I’m still catching y’all with no major distribution +Slice through like guillotines, I’m precise with the execution +The definition of artist, past the hype and the business +So I paint the track like a canvas in post-Impressionist style +Time keeps getting postponed like Emmy Awards +My mom’s cataloguing my shit like she’s Afeni Shakur +Many of y’all ain’t even worth a penny for thoughts +So I ignore the rumors and the biters more than y’all ignore the Unsigned +Hype in The Source. Peace to Steady Rock and Kice of Course +And a big “fuck you” to bitch Chris Lombardi at Matador +And every A&R that turned me down. Props to kids who stayed +Loyal since “Baseball” dropped and copped the underground +See, the barrel was facing me. Now I turn the gun around +And it’s got unlimited ammunition—I dare you to question +There’ll be no undressing, so don’t skip through the record +But if you’re looking for some shit to bump in the ride, you should check it + +[Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) +Hustles don’t get knocked, except the ones that +Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that +I told you once it’s not gangsta, it’s just right +Don’t get it fucked, I don’t like to spit my shit twice +Keep your fake thugging, afraid to get in fist fights +Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never +Nukka, this how I get down +************************************************** +37I keep saying Imma find a love, but here I go +Feeling the worsening of feelings from a year ago +Can't fill in boxes on the internet, it's weird though +Can't put my pictures up cause they're a mirror for +Some creeping snitches who'd be like Jeannie is on sites +And then it turns into them clicking all the wrong types +Then turns to gossip possibly up in the Twitter streets +And then it's just the freaks, and me +It's really not appealing so I'd rather give it nothing no +Energy for the men and me expended in the clubbing +I was clubbing as an adolescent, my values less than my pals +My gals and me were never needed on the guest list +Maturity’s a blessing +I want bourbon and investments, a permanent address +Even Murder Myrtle has changed +It ain't a certainty to personally wanna evolve, I seen a lot of stunted growth and +Folks who stumble in jobs, and I don't mean puncture folks balloons in front of their moms +But you be popping shit about them man what when they're gone +I can't take complaints about your babies you made life +I can't make a date to come around if you ain't right +Man I don't wanna watch Worldstar you ain't fight +You'd think you'd learn better things in your twenties, ha +You'd better burn your thoughts of learning get your nerves ready +And get your purse ready honey everything is money get fucking Nurse Betty +Nutty with personal problems +And get your first divorce maybe these are verses options +Even your opticals are changing, you prefer vodka +Drop Henny to drop calories, opt out of block parties or rap parties +And back out of brunches with a bunch of motherfuckers you don't even like +Doing it to prove to your what, you're losing in your life +And you discover things, that other things really more important +You're reading more again, you're seeking seasons more than often +Seeking offices, making travel, meeting offers, meeting deadlines, speaking more +And leaving awkward, but being cool with it later, I'll leave when I wanna +I'm cooler now than I would ever think about my number +************************************************** +Double Katanas[Intro] +I can see what you’re saying +Definitely see that +What I’m saying is +Just give me a hug +We don’t have to think about it like that +I know, I know, it hurts +Here, give me hug + +[Verse 1] +I really could have been more +Perceptive to what you came for +I guess the lesson is before you change doors +Change locks, change floors +Tried to keep you in the same field, same force +That he was in when we was in a major game loss +Can’t play the game with two pitchers, one mound +Either head is swingin' with my head down +In the beginning, I was thinkin' what’s the damage though +Advantage you, love no +Not considerin' your time spent +Not considerin' your lies that were mine over time spanned +Or how I feel if maybe if in my feelings +I would start to get the feeling of being the one played +Considering maybe you were saying things too +That came as easily as things do + +[Hook] +I know, I know, I know, I know +And maybe I could work someone else out +I know, I know, I know, I know +And we could make this work +I know, I know, I know, I know +Nah, hilarious, ha ha + +[Verse 2] +I guess the joke is on Jean +Playing the fucking field with no team +Guess I had a lot of nerve to keep ‘em closely +And never nervous, thinking shit was keeping toasty +You’re doing too much, wish my niggas told me +And in the clutch I wish my crutch had been to notice it +That I was all up in the crushes like I’m Jodeci +Feenin’, or JoJo on the floor, heaving +We were on the road to being major, Deegan +We were on our board baby, swore the train was leaving +But not the train, like a train, heathen +Fuck it, I’m just tired of tryna explain even +Luck would have it, I don’t have a habit of believing +Motherfuckers who sucker you to stab it and then leave it +I'm a fucking elitist, rapping, undefeated +Trying to play a game I never motherfucking needed + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Now Jeanie gotta go, I was saying that +In retrospect no disrespect +What everybody says, before they play your deck +I mean read your cards +You know? Hip your bars, bars, bars +I never meant to get fly, slide on the get-by +It’s not my style, next time I exit like a jet pilot +Eject up, I mean the high way +Not the highway, I mean the more desired way +Shut up, okay +I probably shouldn’t explain nothin' +Not in the double-negative way, I mean nothin' +Really all just said what I could say, fuck it +I’ve overextended my stay, bucket +List, I cross off the crosswind +That’s what I call this inevitable crossing +It’s a terrible loss and I’m more terrible for it +Fuck it, I’m just kidding, this whole thing was awesome + +[Outro] +Ah, shit, I probably shouldn’t laugh +That’s right, that’s wrong, right +No, it’s not funny, it’s not funny +I’m not laughing +I’m—no, I’m—this is me caring about your feelings +Please, help me to help you +If you just—you should probably take your pants off +Cause I want to give you a hug +I wanna give you a hug +A close hug, a really close hug, a naked hug +Now, are you mad? +Are you leaving? +Oh um, will you call me tomorrow? +No? Okay. Okay, don’t answer that +Okay, I wasn’t thinking about—okay +It’s cool, it’s cool +I understand, I understand +No, I lied so, that’s probably bad for you +And also me, and me +Yes, don’t do that and I get that now +And I want to make it up to you +Can I just talk to you in the other room? +I talk a lot better when I’m laying down +No? You know? +Alright, well, fuck it +************************************************** +Black Is The Color[Intro] +Black is the color + +[Verse 1] +This is for my Black soldiers, mack holders, strapped army greens +Snapped back, blast automatics, spraying body ? +Rap addicts, mathematics study how they map the projects +? targets ? supermarkets +? artists covered with material riches +This on surface on the depth of the soul of the sickness +Biggest media murder is most ? +Most heard ? toast burning +Smartest kids in special ed learning +E.S.L., the U.S. fails the children, fuck 'em +We excel then we copy, become the same corrupted +Bullets stuck in back wounds deep with trees +Raped, foot chopped, lynched, follow North Star free + +[Hook x2] +Black ? ?falling? +And we can't find a way home, even though +Black children go back to ?weeping? +Still we can't see the end of the road + +[Verse 2] +See, we're experimental science, disease blamed +The African killer bees, to AIDS, and man-made population control game +Villages dosed like ? smallpox +Killing most Native Americans' ? +? birth of the seven deadly cemeteries flooded with bloody violence from ugly money greed and gluttony schemes +Like ? and raping them clean +The face of the devil is separatism, post-racism +Willie Lynch ? division post-religion +More victims than the Holocaust, a mental prison for children and women +Men like dark prison broken minds spark the hate forgiving +Jesus bring us all to the ? +No reparations ever make up for destroying a people +We'll never be equal, powers get as high as a seagull +? scamming on your weakness is evil + +[Hook x2] + +[Verse 3] +Mothers and daughters fed from the slave master's whip +And now the N.R.A.'ll save the day, legal guns, loaded clips +Shanty towns ? sweatshops daily +But we're still choosing ignorance, ain't we +And little Jamie complaining because he wanna get an X-Box for Christmas +? starve ? biscuits, point of ages +Proving the American ghetto's still an oasis +Place where the life imitates art +Imitating life, White kids imitating dark now +Spark blunts at night, 'til maybe something can fly +Above the line of buildings reaching stars and light up the sky +I feel you + +[Hook x2] +************************************************** +Thank Ya!Jean Grae - “Thank Ya!” +[Emcee(s): Jean Grae] +[Producer(s): Nasain Nahmeean (AKA Jean Grae)] +[Sample (Multiple Elements): Allen Toussaint - “Worldwide” (0:00)] + +[Intro: Jean Grae] +Good evening, Jean Grae! Hello! + +[Hook 1: Jean Grae] +Y’all been wasting too much time and done +Left the door open for me (Really, really? Come on), y’all been +Sleeping and fucking up. Well +Thank ya! (Thank you) Thank ya! (Thanks a lot, though) +Y’all been wasting too much time and done +Left the door open for me, y’all been +Sleeping, fucking up all around. Well +Thank ya! + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +I spit like the +Kids on the little bus—non-stop. Skill more +Disturbing than the thought of your ex having sex with one of your parents (Eww!) +All on top like the flip missionary mission +B, I’m straight tripping like niggas done killed my cousin +Been slept on, Passed Over like in the Jewish tradition +Cast in cameos like I’m dressed in hand-me-downs, a step- +-sister, an afterthought. Niggas are shook. It’s alright +‘Cause I will smack you in the mouth. I’m Jean Grae, and it’s +An ill life watching these niggas fall from ghetto grace, and I’m willing +To fill in the blanks, spilling slick like a drunken oil tanker +Killing off every rank in your squad (Feeling me God?) +Vomiting constant drama ‘til my larynx scarred (Ow!) +No passing. It is personal—fuck what you heard. It’s been +Too long, I’m ready to go on. Y’all still in dress rehearsal +Studying lines with understudies and clique buddies +Y’all just bullshitting, practicing, and need to be quitting + +[Hook 2: Sample from Allen Toussaint - “Worldwide” and (Jean Grae)] +Time to peel back the pages (Time to do it) +Hurry up before we all go crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) +Been so long, so long, much too long +Don’t it make you kinda wonder if you trust it (Alright) +The biggest wheels in town are getting busted (Verse two) + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Too +Soon did you try and judge me. Wait, that’s dumb, conceited +Thinking you even heard of the chick who’s gonna kill you later +I’m kidding. Bitter ‘cause I’m written off as some sex kitten +Treasy, freaky bitches like in 80’s mittens—it’s so sad! +Paid an insane amount of dues, underground to the death +I rep it, y’all been so supportive, don’t download the record +Check me only in the “yes” box, never put “no” or “maybe” +My gimmick bend more lyrics, straight lyrics, no crazy +The jig is up for real. Rap puppies jumping up +And get a little treat for their deal. Shit, all I need is a toke +And a pack of stokes and a frequent meal—wait! And a mansion +Wait! And a shiny car. Jean Grae, superstar! +Really, just look at what happens ‘cause cats is wigging. “I know +Who should never hang out with Jerry’s children!” It’s scary +Like women that ain’t really women—just dudes who tryna holler +At ‘em. Fuck, that was confusing. Just let the dude sing (Alright) + +[Hook 2: Sample from Allen Toussaint - “Worldwide” and (Jean Grae)] +Time to peel back the pages (It’s time, it’s time) +Hurry up before we all go crazy (Crazy, crazy, ow!) +Been so long, so long, much too long +Don’t it make you kinda wonder if you trust it (For real) +The biggest wheels in town are getting busted (Take it to the bridge!) + +[Bridge: Jean Grae] +Too soon we think we know, too much +Too soon we wanna play +While we let the best of +The greatest slip away (Rewind!) + +[Hook 1: Jean Grae] +Y’all been wasting too much time and done +Left the door open for me (Thank you, thank you), y’all been +Sleeping and fucking up. Well +Thank ya! (Thank you) Thank ya! (Thank you, bitches!) +Y’all been wasting too much time (This is where it goes off-beat) and done +Left the door open for me (Still feel it though), y’all been +Sleeping, fucking up all around. Well +Thank ya! (Thank you! Good night!) +************************************************** +This World[Verse] +Man +Brothers they wilding on account of me ripping the truth +Flipping positions, missions written man I'm living proof +I took the mittens off +I'm slugging open fist +Shadowbox, slap boxing "this world" ain't shit +The double standards are driving me I'm mechanical now +The catalog is gradually bigger, annually +I'm a door breaker downer, law disobeyer +Crowd around her and all for simply saying "this world" need taming +I'm entertaining, yes attacking like Dick Cheney's chest +But lacking nuts so macadamia fuckers claim the best +It's not gon' last long +Homie I'm that strong +You gonna fuck up leaving "this world" past gone +I'm here to fuck perception +Right in it's 20/20 eye prescription +Leaving it blinded you should've brought protection +Watch your necks I'm sneaking up behind you +Like the tax in checks all of "this world" you're next + +[Hook] +Y'all wanna let me in then you wanna change me up +Man, how the fuck you think you're ever gonna play me up? +You can't play me out, y'all just acting crazy now +I'll be doing Jeanie until "this world" fades out + +[Verse Two] +Pass me on your block will ya +Know what I got for ya +A million stories and albums that never rock fillers +You like to cock fellas +Give them some accapellas +Never, ever, ever up in "this world" of y'all killers +Please, I'm 'bout to show you the meaning of work +Affirmative Jeanie's Action you can see if I dirt +And leave 'em bleeding and gasping like they're Jesus on wood +I wish I would get a reaction for all of "this world"...good +Controversy works and plus I got a pussy +But even with that, people scared to push me, who's a pussy first? +A fucking hearse you'll have to share a space with +I'll get used to rocking ankle bracelets +Changed it, shit + +[Hook] + +[Verse Three] +Damn, y'all scared of change like some nickels chasing you +Running with pistols shooting, reckless till they're staining you +In all directions I'm aiming straighter than missiles nigga +Fingers arranged, one for "this world" one on the trigger +Both of my hands up +With loaded hand guns +We're 'bout to make this such a notorious anthem +Vainglorious like we're still a part of the X-Clan +You don't want it sissy, I own "this world", next plan + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Put The Money In My HandIf I am at a store and I pay cash +Put it in your hand and could you please when you give me the change +Could you at least put the money in my hand +It's just that I had my hand out and everything +But you still just threw it down +I know that we can be a better +If we started, really started, with you +Put the money in my had +************************************************** +IntroCome on +Roll your windows down +And turn the woofers up +New giddy city get that liquor in your tinted cups +Picture me kicking this pretty then remember the words +We keep it gritty like the greats at the edge of the curb +Live and learn, living legend, Ninth and Mers, burn first +Now its Jeanie's turn to recite it to get your urn church +I mean chuch, get your blushing up +And button up, your luck is slowing and your cussing me, fuck! +This ain't a test nigga no pencils, only ink +And blood splattered like your toes on my drink +The dream shattering girl +Without collateral earls +Unimaginable, chatter like a lateral curls +Tight expanding your world +And my mic can just spike this gang +Like a roofie or a volleyball move like in the aim +To get analogies right, you dumb as Mallory right? +The Jeanie smarter than you thought at first apparently, right? +Please don't be mad at me, i'd rather be liked +Cause your opinion really matters automatically, psyche! +I give a fuck about what you can think that you ain't get the plus +My pimp lean is cool, back up like these blacks on the bus +School niggas. School. You learn! Get your learn on! +We finna teach you something! +Justice League, Brooklyn Academy, we're all making records! +Pumpkinhead, we still family yeah! +We bring it down like this from New York to Kaki-laki +Kick back, and flick your wrist +This shit got me mumbling, should we bring it back? + +Mad dub pour it like the flow without the chorus +We get the love from the Joneses and Jazzy, N.O.R.E.'s +Border cross in, transporter, illegal drugs +So much that pass porters in need of illegal tucks +Call your peoples up and tell them it dropped +Be like a felon gold poppers from one hell of a knock +I pop lock these words, till you pop a nerve +Then I’ll b-girl stance like "You Got Served” +************************************************** +ACME (Take it to the Wall)So tired lord of thinking what we gonna be +So tired I'm thinking what I want done to me +I'm so through of not taking this to the wall +Baby ain't you? +Maybe we could have it all +Maybe I could get you a drink +I wanna throw you against the wall nigga +With unmitigated gall nigga +Rub on the Jeannie, get your wish baby +Rub on my chest like Vicks, baby +I don't need text baby, come on and cash my checks baby +I mean sex most definitely +I need to bone like we x-rated +Don't be afraid to take me down now advance go round the corner come downtown +Don't be afraid of all the ink boy +What's my name? Make me really have to think, boy +Knock me outta my shoes, spill my drink baby get in the groove +************************************************** +Ah, Muse You . . .[Intro] +Baby, I’m wondering if you might wanna come over +You know, you inspire me to do beautiful things, say beautiful things +You’re beautiful that way +I was just thinking maybe this weekend, we could be quiet +Well, not really quiet, but just shut the door +Pull the blinds and get inspired, yeah + +[Verse] +I got a pillow with your name on it +You down, monograms - so you know you got the claims on it +I sewed it by hand with heart strings +Guitar strings play when you lay on it +I hope you like it, stay on it +You should, play on it, we will +My friends gon’ have to kill me just to get me out the house if you in it +Feel it, fit in the palm of my hand +We could be phenomenal with it +Nine positions a minute +Alright, well, that’s a lot +I’m just excited to be inviting you, delighting you +You like that, glad you do +I hope it rains, imagine you +And me all soaked up in the window panes +I could take a ride you know, you could hold the reins +We could cross the Great Divide together, arrive together +High-five it after, try it again +In the bathtub listening to violins + +[Hook] +Baby, you know I admire you +You know that I’ve been trying to +Be inspired, let me use you +Amuse you +Baby, everything you do +I could really get into you +If you let me use you +Amuse you + +[Outro] +I like to play fair +I don’t play if we’re not playing fair +I need to get some +Baby, let me get some +Let me get some +Let me get some of your +************************************************** +You Don’t Have To Eat What’s In The Picture[Spoken: Quelle Chris] +Well, hello there +Today's tale takes place in a small little town called New York City +So tiny if you blink, you might just miss it +But I digress +How 'bout you go and sit on back +And I'll play you a little tune while my good buddy Jean here sings you a song +Heck, you may just learn a thing or two + +[Jean Grae] +It's as cold as a witch's tit that winter day that day [Holy Shit] +When I'm texting my friends [?] +We have learned to meet downtown to break some bread +It was Ann and Vern and Mary Ann all on the thread +When we sat and laughed and ate and drank and hung around for hours +Stayed 'till after closing and we broke out our guitars +So for the life and love of music, bourbon, and good food +Took so many pictures, not to save them would be rude +Woke up down for sunset the next day +Charged my phone with all the pictures right away +(Ha ha, Instagram!) +I was so happy we could share [?] +So I cropped them, builded them, tilted through them down +And then posted a caption [?] +And please be a normal person, don't be negative +We had such a great time, and then I put the name of the restaurant +And then, so you guys could have a similar experience if you want +(Your welcome!) +One hundred and ten people posted likes +And Mary Ann, Vern, and Anna all reposted thrice +But then some stupid dick who doesn't know how to read +Typed "four roses is garbage, you already have to leave" +(Bitch!) +You don't have to drink what's in the picture +It's a digital representation of my time +Unless you get your nutrients from other people's lives +You don't have to drink what's in the picture +And you don't have to eat what's in the picture +Goddamnit, this is just something that I enjoyed in life +If you fuckin' don't like food, then a post and here's some nudes +You don't have to eat the fuckin' picture +Don't have to eat what's in the picture +Ooh-ooh +You don't have to eat the fuckin' picture +************************************************** +38 Special[Verse 1] +Look man everybody just chill the cops looking +And at the same time just be cool all of you just be cool +Bitch I’m taking calls no small talking +Author out the basement somebody dog walk them +I’ve been Mr. MC since Chris Walken had a watch up his ass +Now I talk trash as I gain small fortunes +I've had shitty times yet I’m still getting mines +Everything is awesome misery loves company +So Cathy met Norman when I’m done performing +People go listen to Tanya Morgan Katherine who’s apple +Know master Ace though a legend still dropping +I’m just carving out the place rapping a new chapter I +Huge out space where alien choose knocking +I do not record a case I sung while sam son do +I rise moms and the moms and the moms do the newbies +I won’t be in Billy Berg juicing my dad starts shooting +The cops came I’m the main Lugant +I’m heading for the things I’ve only seen in my dreams +Since mama gave birth to the 2015 +And yes I get scare for 2016 +Crown king while you at home making meal + +[Verse 2] +New nickname; .38 Special, the wildcard +I told them porta medals is the only men that will cry +Fitted with 6 laps long agents and 5 brows +Senegal peddy gol and it can make lines crawl +Mythical monster monster rap menital +Momma was a renegade renaissance repping broad +So I bend low skip line if he knew he said he ball +Hit lines they competitive and it cause +And then it’s nine come and then amenity gone +It’s a small spirit but it’s all been for me to be barbaric +Work with my pallbearers with you all steering +Remember I was the fore mother before an era apparent +I represent the music outcast never a spit legend +It just happened hit the fine sound on the boston +I show what the sound like at the same time +They all call for wrong things you can get your horse +From next door then hit the panic button when I’m playin +3 laying porn man lowing jam that I made now finish + +[Verse 3] +Yo yo you all slack you all locals when I rap ya’ll vocal +I’m a Black guy noble that king go soulful +Mr sling sling local wise words is don’s work +My Prides hurt my prides verse cops perk +While worth but it is worthwhile ain’t it B +Picturing picking you be guess which frame fit +And he quit do the math and when he subtract the subpart +And add me to the playlist fake fans favourite +Afraid of it afraid my rhymes sting supreme +See I leave a grey page you gotta go slane +See I’m like santa when he stands up for the rest of us +This is festive I’m scandalous and we stand so we can celebrate +That mark it’s that a sending in for sure I took +That metaphor too deep I made it far + +[Verse 4] +Hard bars drop full of hard R’s +The dream is what we fending on +And I’m going to guard hard +Scared arms for the strong +Go hard and I haven't checked my phone since +The song started the snapchat showing back facts +Nash cracking tacks and I guess I need to end this +I’m way too distracted +Fuck + +[Outro: Sample] +"You know one of the hottest hottest items today +Is Run-DMC, Beastie Boys is rapid +Alright that is raid +You know there’s a story involved in something and A +Whole lot of novice that was obviously involved +And we are going to be having a whole lot of fun +We going to have a bit more rapping +Plus we are going to check out what’s happening +In our make up room with our make over +Don’t go away it’s rap and what is rapping +Let's have a look before we go any further rapping +My name is Sex and, baby, come on, don’t give it up" +************************************************** +Quelle Chris - Wash Your HandsAll the employees +All of them [?] +All of them customers +It makes not a difference +Could you please wash your hands +Before you return with your balls full of germs +Oh, oh, oh + +He's wearing a suit +He exits the stall and he's wiping his hands on his trousers +I'm sure you're important and making decisions of power +It takes only a second, a minute, not even an hour +And now all your handshakes are sour +You're just foul +Could you please wash your hands +Before you return with your balls full of germs +Oh, oh, oh +Number one, number two +Doesn't matter what you do + +Could you please wash your hands +Before you return with your balls full of germs +Oh, oh, oh +************************************************** +Love Thirst (Remix)(feat. Busta Rhymes) + +My caramel mahogany fairtail +You gon do very well +Fearing for the fairwell +Stay a while, we can just lay a while +See my smile better +Lay your chest on me, make you my sweater +I want the rest of you +Pressing me head up +I need contact +Your windows reflecting me back +Later I ask where your memories at +Your face teling me that +You need a taste where the hennesy's at +C'mon lace me +Replace glasses with the tip of my tongue +I won't front baby +Later your sprung +And though relation is young +I feel it's making a connection to young +So that I xxx like the chick in the song +No lie +Won't I +Take my time let the bass unwind +Claymation could'ntmold a better mind +Your sick +And I'll be the nurse and you'll be the patient +Boy how insane could it get +I'm so high babay + +High +High +High + +High +High +Baby I'm so high off your love (ooo) + +Ok turn the lights off, no +Turn them back on +Want you to see my backbone and my blacktones +Start minimal +Raise it to animal +Please your no amiture +Please beyond tangible +Knees be all tangled up +Like the candles +Placed on the mantle that +That romanced at angles +We'll slow dance till tango'n gets horizontal +I know you go longer that flows with no comma +I'm high on ya +You like it don't ya +To survive by just biting on ya +Like the high note +Nibble just a little bit +Everything I'm thinking your already delivering it +Quiver +Pleasure unheard +You ain't even done first +When I done burst crazy +I'm in love thirst +You are the quincher +Maybe we should be taping so you could remember +I'm just sass'n + +High (your making me so) +High (you got me so) +High + +High (your making me so) +High (baby) +Baby I'm so high off your love (ooo) + +High (your making me so) +High (I'm getting so) +High + +(can you stop getting me?) +High (your love is so) +High (baby) +Baby I'm so high off your love (ooo) +************************************************** +What You Came For[Chorus] +Tell me what ya +Tell me what ya +Tell me what you came for +[?] + +[Verse 1] +Deny me, [?] +Outsider boundaries, walls that can't hold me +Eight-hundred-and-eight ways to straight flourish +If I [?] +And I'll be ready when the fires roll, tumble through the concrete jungle that'll rumble under my feet +And will you watch in style [?] as we countdown or will you hightail at high speeds, guard down +'Cause everyone's thinking the game boss now +But everyone's game has chink in the armor, we lost now, crosstown +We making choices based on paper and a [?] +'Cause I could think [?] neighbor like they had that +Fast forward, unified thoughts till we're limitless +Levitate on images, infinite, pill it on every atom that enters in +Turn it, turn that energy to medicine +Parable past, but leave the [?] in +What if heaven is as erratic as this plane you wastin +Your time on, you're chasing, your whole grind based in +Gold miners, goal miners [?] +Find us in alliance in line with the finest +They divide us and we bountiful +Your way and my way need to line up more +Eye-to-eye, or be the highway isn't fine at all +We the light of all, fuck we even fightin' for? +Say it again, baby, divide us and we bound to fall +Your way and my way need to line up more +Eye-to-eye, or be the highway isn't fine at all +We the light of all, fuck we even fightin' for? + +[Chorus] +Tell me what ya +Tell me what ya +Tell me what you came for +Came for +Came for +Came for +Tell me what you came for +Came for +Came for +Came for +Tell me what you came for +Came for +Came for +Came for +Tell me what you came for +Came for +Came for +Came for + +[Outro] +Tell me what you came for +Came for +Came for +Came for +Came for +Came for +Came for +************************************************** +American Pimp[Intro: Median] +Yo, yes, mic check 1-2, yo... + +[Verse 1: Median] +The locks and the darkness are making him a target, heh +Average-lookin nigga so he had to work the hardest +His gears no frills, far from flawless +But rich personality that balanced him to get up in the draws quick +Charming wit, flip escape from the lawn shit +Slick jake 'til they slip, fade if they saw the kid +Up in system with the court-appointed lawyers and they +Fightin for the state, he's gettin played by the law again +Minimum wage, behave, he can't call it +But who could spare the change for blaze or alcoholic, heh? +And who cares if they say they change while they ballin here +Rock bottom, livin by the ledge, why they bothered him? +Then they followed him, now they callin him +The evils came and they jaded and they taunted him +Fathered him in ways of no shame, erased his honest and re- +Placed it with the game for anything to make a dollar here +Now we outta here... + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +She's got, two baby daddies at the age of 12, wake up motel +Calls in the morning when her face is swell, the lake is runnin +From it, the jakes are coming, stunning develop +She's livin strictly off her tounge and her talent +Her mother's base and off-balance +Fuck relations with parents, around the way she's embarrased +So she escapes it on the train with the carat, she's sellin +Her whole character, chocolate skin malomar +Complexion of Africa untainted, painted as a whore +Lacked guidance so she back-slided, back side get +Claps like them automatics hidden in her man's ride +I mean her pimp's, right? Never leave his bitch alone +'Cept when she's suckin and moanin and beatin whips, he gone +Leave her fend for herself, she's known as Nikki +Them pedophiles been picking her quick cause she young and pretty +Them middle-aged crackers just happy, suckin her titties +One time to spare the honky trick, he paid a buck and fifty +So, she does it for the kids and Similac, Pampers, and Gerber +Pack in Tuesday, found her murdered in an alley gagged +So who's to blame for this, death? The child nameless +Reckless and wild Americans style, no village claiming us, why? +************************************************** +Well, Actually (En Realidad)Yes, life +What do we know? +Nothing +Tell us +You're so smart + +(Well, actually) +So many facts +(En realidad) +About everything +(En realidad) +You're like a search engine +(En realidad) +Thank Jesus +(Shut up, shut up) + +What was I going to do +Without the help from you +Thank you for all your help, man +You really are so smart +How was I going to live +Without the help you give +I don't know +I thought I knew all these facts about my ownlife +But, you, you, you know more +(Shut up, shut up) + +Tell me, you is a person like yourself such a wealth of knowledge +You're just wasting your time here +On Twitter and Facebook +You need to go work for NASA +Thought about it? +Think about it +Yes +(Work for NASA, ooh) +Seriously, take it into consideration +(Go think about it or) +Or? Or? +(Shut the fuck up) + +Eh, let me send this promo tweet +"Headed to Columbia to do show" +Well actually, you spelled 'Colombia' wrong +(Well, actually) +No I didn't +(En realidad) +I meant the college +************************************************** +Wow. That’s Crazy.I'm just trying to talk to you +I'm just trying to talk to you +If you can't multitask while you're on the phone +Then say that, but you didn't +You said "Wow. That's crazy" +I know that means you're not listening +************************************************** +JokerLe sigh... +Butterflies and sunshine baby +I can tell that nature loves you +Not as much I do lately +You chase all my clouds away +I'm never go let of ya +Happiness is all around me +Let's run away and build a family +We can catch a flight today + +You fit like the pieces in the puzzle +I've been missing +You feel like I always wanna hug you +When we're kissing + +I just wanna get much closer +But it seems so far away +You could be the one I keep forever +I'm kinda dreaming +It just be you and me together + +I just wanna get much closer +I just wanna hear you say + + +DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME + +Chilling on an island somewhere +Hummingbird upon my shoulder +Holding on to your hand dearly +Walking in the sunset breeze + +Writing my name with yours and +Don't you think it seems so perfect +Everything seems so perfect +We could do this endlessly + +You fit like the pieces in the puzzle +I've been missing +You feel like I always wanna hug you +When we're kissing + +I just wanna get much closer +But it seems so far away +You could be the one I keep forever +I'm kinda dreaming +It just be you and me together + +I really wanna get much closer +Really wanna hear you say + + +DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME +************************************************** +Get ItJean Grae - “Get It” +[Emcee(s): Jean Grae] +[Producer(s): Jean Grae] +[Sample (Multiple Elements): Bob James - “Caribbean Nights” (4:07)] + +[Intro: Jean Grae] +Yeah, I hear y’all still talking. What? Y’all thought I really wasn’t gonna drop nothing? Come on, now. Ain’t nothing changed. It’s still not a game. Jean Grae. Come on + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +This ain’t +A gangsta joint—far from it. This is for niggas in the club +Who only nod their head when shit is rugged, and all the chicks +Who act crazy love it, them chicks who stay blunted +Drunk in the middle of the dancefloor like, “Fuck it!” +For those who ain’t get in because the door fronted +Park your ride in front of the spot and turn it up, pump it +For niggas caught at checkpoints, got heavy firearms, who lye +And Henny’ed up, driving like they’re wearing blindfolds +For New York, for Philly, road trips to Atlantic City in +Rented cars for one-month unlimited MetroCards +For straphangers, for niggas who pay for shit with five fingers +My credit-card scammers, my hookie party-jammers +Exotic, exquisite women friends, niggas in denim +Niggas who make hot beats and my dogs who spit venom +My thugs and gentlemen, from vanilla to cinnamon +The first thousand women in from N’Sync to Eminem + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +Don’t stop (Uh!). I said: you won’t stop (Uh huh!), and if +You with me, then we ride until the beat drop (What?). Who got +The Henny, yo? (Sip it, sip it). Hydro? (Hit it, hit it), and all my +Hungry niggas, please, yo, don’t stop, get it, get it (Uh!) +Don’t stop (Uh!). I said: you won’t stop (Uh huh!), and if +You with me, then we’re drinking ‘til the last shot (What?). Who got +The Hydro? (Hit it, hit it) Who got the Henny, yo? (Sip it, sip it), and all my +Hungry niggas, please, yo, don’t stop, get it, get it + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Your new representative presenting Jean Grae +Customer, client, or president, fuck Gen X! We today, nigga +It’s hot stocks and banks, hot loans and baby mamas to pay +Hot rocks for dollars to sway. What’s your hustle? +I’m doing mine, and if it don’t work… fuck that! It got to +The rhymes too hot to experience how not to +I’m toxic like vodka and gin, 200-proof on the rocks +I do it ‘cause I can—simple. You should stop +And I told you who I do it for, and I’m not going anywhere +‘Cause me and life is married, and I ain’t getting divorced +So where my hungry women at? My niggas ready to set it +We can all eat—what you need? Let’s go get it. Come on! + +[Hook: Jean Grae] +Don’t stop (Uh!). I said: you won’t stop (Uh huh!), and if +You with me, then we ride until the beat drop (What?). Who got +The Henny, yo? (Sip it, sip it). Hydro? (Hit it, hit it), and all my +Hungry niggas, please, yo, don’t stop, get it, get it (Uh!) +Don’t stop (Uh!). I said: you won’t stop (Uh huh!), and if +You with me, then we’re drinking ‘til the last shot (What?). Who got +The Hydro? (Hit it, hit it) Who got the Henny, yo? (Sip it, sip it), and all my +Hungry niggas, please, yo, don’t stop, get it, get it +************************************************** +Falling Down[Intro] +I watch sky +All in the mind + +[Verse 1] +Marriage don’t last but it will never seem course +So she buried all the past like it was never before +It’s all battling the last thing never what you thought +Love I try to stop them from extending the knowledge +Possibly copying everything from her at 74 +So love will never lose the faith oh +I want my active back bad +Daily it has been flying in the empty glass man +Back there with disappointment and stress +Still I need appointment apply it like an ointment +Before august fuck that thought +If you still supplying that arrogance fuck that mom +She on fluxed out dad not another dime +I wish the side of we because we don’t fear +See the top course bombing into Tedo’s grave +Whathinc your childhood heroes disappear like +Watching children fall to villain and +All criminal deacons on the floor +They will preach the wrong cause because there +Is demons on the wall when they crawling +Off the altar to the people + +[Verse 2] +Now you thought you wake up in better places +You out here looking for leaders you the faithless +Out here looking for teachers and searching encyclopedia +You ain’t going to see it without the hard drive to do it +This ain’t no trick baby they on the safety they ain’t going to do it +Baby going to take the face to it +I know it and you know it +You ain’t know it concrete jungle +The unmark race for them +My people is another on me +Doubles going to take more rounds to +Solve these troubles +After that and you also know the key in the car +Over the night and the table will fuck it +Like believers number +Imagine that was tomorrow shit +I will get the map and we will leave our car on +We gotta be hitting the back of sorrows +So we just flip it back and leave the card on watch +Flip it back and leave the card on watch +But seen some things you need +************************************************** +Bits (pt. 2 - The Fear)[Verse 1] +Sometimes, melancholy appeasement +Is better than the feeling in my head +I'm trying to lean towards betterment +I'm trying not to feel forced sentiments +It's kinda like the cinammon challenge +Everyone's like, "I can do it!", then you're spitting and off-balance +And balance is key for your battles, you ask me +The last three to battle me just balanced on asphalt +And that ass fell +I as well, dry spell, desert +Cos I don't do invaluable endeavours +So I'd rather be present and president +Of my tail feathers by my goddamn self, hm +Clever, yes I am +My letterman jacket is the whole damn alphabet +The Greek-Roman alphabet +Heiroglyphs, Malkovich, climb inside my mind +And have some Alpha-Bits +We could do calculus +Yes I have a calibre +I don't take phallus or [?] status over conversation stamina +Not hummina-hummina conversation stamina +I mean common denominator chatter +Interests, teach me something +That keeps me wanting to keep learning to keep coming +Back for more, score, flaws, don't see 'em +If we got the foundation +I don't want the concealer or the make-up or the base +Oh lord, trace me like you're applying for art school +I'll sit on a stool, ask questions +It's pleasant when somebody has attention centered +We all want a bit of orbiting +Nobody wants to be the morbid maudlin +I like to be around your frame often +I should tell you more +Consider this the place card I put in my hand with my heart +I'll probably leave it adjacent to your hand +So I don't damage it far, because it's hard +But my main intentions are... + +[Verse 2] +Slices of me cross-sectioned like tree trunks +Open for your reading if you need or want +Feeling all jittery +And my placement of arms is less than suave +I guess it's odd, I'm normally very nonchalant +So mazel-tov on that +For throwing me off my guard, hard +So I'm automatically audibly sort of "Oh, drat" +Caught up in old patterns +Some days I wake up like, today it's gonna happen +I'll embrace him in the way, there's no evasive action +And then I'll tell him all the ways he makes my state enraptured +Face him to face with absolute and base attraction +But it's more, so I fail +Capital "F" circled with a red pen +And a tail-note saying "64," +"Just tell him he's the one and you could pass the shit course" +But I freeze up and never do more +He's that memory card +That I keep turnin' over, hopin' that it'll match +I got a keep it pretty sober man, whenever we pass +I wanna need him in the fall +The future, the past +Fuckin' 5.30pm, 3.20am, noon +Whenever everything is, whenever it's not, too +Whenever we're just energy +I'm getting existential +But he makes me wanna get pencils and fill out Scantrons +Write things, take walks, visit a damn farm +Be calm, be a mom... +A bit of a jump there, yes +Apologies for that though, truth +Ain't no better quality to boost +If I lose him to somebody it's because +I never really had him +And my love is fantastic +So it's fear +Nothing in the universe comes close, my dear +Pedantic, romantic, hopeless +Maybe he'll just hear this now and know this... +Maybe he'll just hear this now and know... +************************************************** +Fyre Blazer[Verse 1] +Let's begin: Miss Grae +The post-traumatic war symptom sufferer +The player, hand-bluffer, the shifty-eyed mother +Deep city strut-walker, trucker hat hater +Knuckle up a peddle rap pusher +Made veteran face-smusher +Rip out your pacemaker +Knock your brain data +With block fists 'til it spits out of your sockets +So unlogical, the prodigal daughter returns +With them horror comic comedy terms (You know you love it) +Squirm in your seats, let the bass burn you to pieces +Frown 'til your face keeps all those permanent creases +Learned leash techniques so I keeps them all close +Then I burn all the straps, slack, and watch you toast +Drop on ya like "Oh Donna"'s playing "La Bomba," comma +Now your kin's wilin' like Ritchie Valen's mama drama +Picture me smiling—man, it's all in the words +I'm just playing, please don't take this serious +I'm just saying, come on + +[Instrumental Break] + +[Verse 2] +Featherweight with a heavy tongue, eighty pounds +And it's fitted with napalm grenades with the pins out +I spit a round of ammo and spin, light candles +Dig holes manually or I hop to your family +You can't manage me, I'm Santana's song +"Black Magic Woman," half manic, half time bomb +Neurotic addicts blown—that alone explains that I'm wrong +I stay gone like missing kids in a basement with chains on +Face it—I'm always gonna lace it up well +Receive hate mail, then pray tell why your face swelled +I don a cape with a "JG" on it, the sleeves red +Three lead pieces that'll pop out of the sleeve net +(Best believe that) I mean what I say cause these letters spray +With a mean pimp lean, Jean—I'm a demon +"I know, she's so dreamy, look at her gleaming!" +Nigga, I shine with no polish, uneven—it's just raw (See?) + +[Instrumental Break] + +[Verse 3] +Despicable thoughts much bigger than yours +I think in broad-terms, long-term winnings of course +I figure long earnings: +Yachts and Porsche's, houses, porches, backyards, pools and stay remorseless for this +Y'all think that I don't endorse it? +That I wanna stay broke, drinking water out the faucet? +Nope. That's where you're wrong +I just planned it different. Damn gifted +'Til all the up and ante shifted +I'm a nightmare, flipping the standards, rip it candid +Tipping the balance, one hand gripping the hammer +And dripping rancid tones. You're just a band of clones +I strip you down 'til you're living in abandoned homes +Plan long—you're up short like bandana tops +My plan stops when my kids' kids' nanna drops +Then my grand kids find your family—god damn thee +I'll quit when I sell y'all candy that can't see +************************************************** +Bits (pt. 1)[Verse 1] +Mmmm... melancholy appeasement +Is better than the feeling in my head +I'm trying to lean towards betterment +I'm trying not to feel forced sentiments +It's kinda like the cinammon challenge +And everyone's like, "I can do it!", then you're spitting and off-balance +And balance is key for your battles, you ask me +The last three to battle me just balanced on asphalt +And that ass fell +But I as well, dry spell, desert +Cos I don't do invaluable endeavours +So I'd rather be present and president of my tail feathers +By my goddamn self, whatever +Clever, yes I am +My letterman jacket is the whole damn alphabet +The Greek-Roman alphabet +Heiroglyphs, Malkovich, climb inside my mind +And have some Alpha-Bits +Speak or do calculus [?] +Yes I have a calibre +I don't take phallus or [?] status +And not hummina-hummina conversation stamina +I mean common denominator chatter +Interests, teach me something +That keeps me wanting to keep learning to keep coming +Back for more, score, flaws, I don't see 'em +Like floors of mausoleum with the door closed +So leave your insecurities in your car or something +Or a bank safe, I dunno +Or hide 'em like Banksy +We can talk about 'em +Go 'head, see +I'm open to business, but it's never goddamn business time +Seriously +************************************************** +Time. (Gotham Intro)[Samples] +“In two-thousand and thirteen . . . “ +“. . . sanctions against freethinking individuals . . .” + +[Jean Grae] +The funny thing about time is: it doesn’t exist +************************************************** +Haters Anthem Remix[Verse] +Portrait priceless, splendor my agenda is cake +Niggerace thoughts down town drape like the ice vendor +My performance is purple haze falling out the sky +Words of Woodrow Wilson captivated consultants +Cash corporate the last sorceress +Blast the toaster, henny splashed all over the coaster +Trendy ass niggers get ghost quick +Screw face haters, hate the way a nigga hustle +But it's in my culture +I work the muscles and the work room, rigorous weight lifting +But still I hold the gavel in the court room trip +I hold the chips, blow zips crib sticky shit +Fix y'all niggers mouth, dare y'all to speak against +The laws of which you came from +Don't forget the name of brutalic rap niggers who brainstorm +Young to the AGE you might've seen me up in Roscoe's +Number 19 for that rice and gravy +Hold the bar two times a lady chemistry create a beat +My attribute, grandfather clock ice plated ice to Asia +Nights of Tunisia +Spanky white everything hopping off the beamer, two seats + +[Hook] x2 +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, hold up +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, wait, nah +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ok +Fuck you, fuck you, everybody + +[Verse] +I got an all-star collection of ratchets +Multiple shells, multiple cells +To this brown out, drown out 21 cannons +My name ain't in the stanis but I'm a fiend in the hood +Say needs in the hood, with the wood to smoke +You laugh when you figure the math it's like Baghdad +And back to the BX but they still call me the X +3 X hood cook a cellar aye y'all +With the shell catchers much more being on the stretcher +The dark falls, but sunny skies turn gray +Jean would only want it that way, okay +I'm the el capitan, what's fucking with that +Well all my dogs don't speak they all brrraat, brrraat +Son got smashed through the top of his hat +Laid out in the street in the spot where he sat +Always bragging about how he living fat +Now he's in he box, look where a nigga at + +[Hook] x2 +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, hold up +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, wait, nah +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ok +Fuck you, fuck you, everybody + +[Verse] +Stupid I break your pectoral breast plate open +And leave your chest soaking in red +While I'm smoking a Marlboro Red +Thoroughbred kid of a gun, next I'll spit in your lung +Then misalign your jaw, your teeth, and your tongue +I'm stuck to violent thoughts like the track to violent chords +React all out of sorts like a MAC in the hand of the law +Handling all y'all with a TAC that attack broad +You're like a Gap store package with wack product galore +I whore you, all you, kill and reanimate +Then slice you with a scythe through your physical database +Until your glimmer of hope's gone +I prolong your fate until your faith kicks in and kick your face in +Soliloquy and Jean at only 65 percent +Still murder 'cause I go further every time I vent +I love everybody, nope just kidding +I'm prone to having visions of slugging everybody +Pedagogue rap demi-God pocket of pennies +Lock it down like I'm Annie with a shot full of henny +You saying quackery rap +I keep it black like a jet of pan-Africans +With Marcus Garvey flying 'em back +The fist raised cause dismay disarrays steps +Like a switchblade stuck in your side fucking your innards +Jean Grae bringing a new era, fuck the name +From now on refer to me only as Hera + +[Hook] x2 +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, hold up +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, wait, nah +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ok +Fuck you, fuck you, everybody +************************************************** +Maybe[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +A nigga spray my ashes +Where the pall bearers with +My casket doing the two step +The jungle bully get down get down +One single solitary flap to find a place +To put on the ground you can send the +Vultures from the clouds till they crowd +Around me like a falling army +Jean don’t get morbid on me cause +I can’t stop and we got the base of profit +Don’t stop silence relied on myself to find +The lions just another human being but the +Thoughts dying out when is the flower out +When does the hope die hear my doubt now +Just fired out heart stream violent and quiet down +Where we use to hearing choirs where it’s quiet now +Where I use to get inspired and just write it down +Two names in the middle and the end man +I don’t buy it now tired of browsing of battered cows +Want the house in martebra right grapes childhood +Prices pull the margin on my face like its was just a +Suggest tyrese was in depth of giving advice please +My higher goals have never been to fly alone +Getting shot down like friendly-fire, fuckin' die alone +So there it is in plain terms; laymens +Throw myself off a fuckin' boat in the Caymans + + +[Chorus: Jean Grae] +Maybe I’m waiting for the morning +And I’ve gone too far often +I’m going to throw down again +I’m going to throw + +[Interlude: Sample] +"Since I was 15 I have been waiting where is he +Who the white guy +That only happens in fairy tail +My head hurts +Do you ever think that we are the white knights +And we are the ones that have to save ourselves +That is so depressing" + +[Verse 2: Quelle Chris] +I vow to never kill again +Scare of cops spin a friend +I grabbed the murder weapon I’m off the grid +Wrap it up buried at the den the movies make it seem so cool +Well life really is a sitcom for fools +Should like to coat over debate I’m like yea +Stay true to the program even though I know +I hate them it’s the same +Ah to bear some young ladies is a pain +We remain lonely until we remain for +The rest of our day like lone star +The oldest story in the book +What a goof it’s always nice until you get to the +It’s missing just right now +No future now first it is self now +Them I’t you of all these fear these everlove +Of all this love while I’m up on the loophole +Scared scared there’s a terry in place to be +I got people that do some other terrible things +To me another ice cream and A terrible place for me +These dreams left a whole lot stream for me +I think I know my place in this rat race +I need to just call the quits and say thanks +Who finished last is the realest of the Illest +And I keep them running and together they are +Given a name + +[Chorus: Jean Grae] +Maybe I’m waiting for the morning +And I’ve gone too far often +I’m going to throw down again +I’m going to throw + +Maybe I’m waiting for the morning +And I’ve gone too far often +I’m going to throw down again +I’m going to throw +************************************************** +Uh OhThat is great +Good for you +OK, get out of the way though +Thank you +Excuse me, excuse me + +Been a long time (yes) shouldn't have left you +Without a dope beat to step to +Say uh, shouldn't have left you +Without a dope beat to step to, sayin' + +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) C'mon, the word is back +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yeah, y'know you heard of that +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh! Uh, you know the word is back +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yes, I know you heard of that + +Psychopath, ride a tricycle in a biker's club +Mike Tyson face tatted addict, like it rough +Hey scatterbrain, don't get your gray matter punched up +'Til you hunched, talk-talkin' like you punch drunk + +One love, two maybe if I'm drunk enough +Naked watchin' three painted ladies do the bump and rub +Mean muggin' Jean, the Heebs call meshugenah +Bookin' her in the Catskills like "look at her rap skills!" + +He's rockin' a backpack, a nerd in the rat pack +Jean Martine de Begerac, you heard of her murder rap +I murder rap, you learn it, confirm it and burn its audio +Music for your convertible, music for burnin' cardio! + +Don't use it for burners, they'll find me in your stereo +And blame me for the murders, lock me up and get me carried off +I know I said murder befo' - murder murder, FUCK IT murder +Make it fo', insert a learning curve + +Mine is so high you get vertigo, assertive girl a-fern a blow +Eternally superlative, blindfolded learn to drive +At night up on a girder bridge, heard a "NO!" +Talib dirty nervousness, yes the boys are back +Oh yes the boys in black, the boy's ? rap star +Teeny rock star, minus the f'real and all the cop cars +Rocks off, lock bars with the realest (hach-too) in the spot +Really y'all should get on your knees and just pray for forgiveness sayin' + +[Chorus] +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said the word is back +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Uh oh, you heard of that +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said the word is back +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Uh oh you heard of that oh +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said uh oh +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh yeah you heard of that oh +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said uh oh +(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh yeah you heard of that, oh + +I'm a, man of God who asked the Devil for some face time +It's shade time you never see him comin' cause you fake, blind +The mainline, Bloods are wavin' flags like K'Naan +Crips throwin' gang signs, the beast in the street + +Bearin' teeth like a canine, low like the bassline +Jean and Kwe' think alike like great minds +The crown is on my head, what makes you think that you can take mine? +They know they'll never win but still they racist like a hate crime + +Runnin' track like Tyra in Higher Learning +We bleeding gasoline so we keepin' the fire burnin' +We speedin' like Valvoline and we speak fo' a higher purpose +You believe in magazines that deliver entire sermons + +Give me some Vaseline cause your shit is dryer than deserts +You never fired a weapon in your life +So picturin' yourself as a gangster the only way that you shootin' +And my intelligent design is a product of evolution + +Psychotic, erotic, catch phrases just to, get at your girl +Create solutions for a digital world +So baby even when I'm spittin' game I'm addin' on +Rappers goin' hard pure for the dope, I got an acronym for Capricorn + +Said to them prepared, rigorous, innovative +Captivatin', ordinary, regular, nigga just +Throwin' daily your chick goin' crazy yo +Handle her like Chelsea Lately +Rockin' the fresh kicks like you felt her baby + +We'll wait until you done bein' whack +We got every hand up from the front to the back +If you wonderin' why you just dressin' funny in rap +You need attention dog, there ain't no more, money in rap + +So if you're mixin' with Garage Band, videos on the Flip cam +I'm a big fan you got more heart than Bret, he hitman +But shit damn, it's the pinnacle, it gets no better +I'm boastin', but still stay humble +Never spinnin', I'm always coastin' + +[Chorus] +************************************************** +Soda & Soap[Verse One: Masta Ace] +I met this girl named Fantasy on wall street + +From Tahedi, real Tahesian treat + +She had a lot of "pep see" honey was peace + +And she told me she liked my smile like shy niece + +She danced at this club and made the guys holler + +And in a "minute made" like a thousand dollars + +The club that was run by "Mr. Schweppes", he had a rep + +And everybody watched they step + +Cuz word on the street was he was no joke + +Had everything from crack, marijuana to "coke" + +Later at the club saw this guy named Wayne + +Who always bettin' money on the Giants game + +As soon as it's on yo I stayed away + +Cuz he the type who "welches" a bet and won't pay + +I keep tryin' to tell him be a straight stepper + +Somebody gonna "slice" him and send him a "Dr. Pepper" + +Went to the bar checked the score + +Got the bartender told him what to pour + +He put it on my "tab" as he filled my cup + +And told me the game was tied "7up" + +Around 12 o'clock she came out to dance + +Had all the guys pushing just to have a chance + +To spend a little money trying to see the rest + +She was blessed, in an "orange crushed" velvet dress + +But I stayed by the bar cuz I already know how it go + +I already saw the show + +See I went to a club like this in Toronto + +And came back from "Canada dry" with no dough + +And ever since then I see and see clear + +You never find love in this atmosphere + +Sometimes you gotta find a better place to be in + +Maybe go to a "mountain do" a little skiing + +So I finished up my drink and I said goodbye + +And got home before the "sun kissed" the sky + +No matter where you from or which way you leaning + +Now goin' pop got a whole new meaning + +[Chorus: Jean Grae] +Don't you know we got a lot in here + +Wanna be a part of what we got in here + +Sorta like we got the whole block in here + +No it ain't Nelly but it's "Hot In Here", we got it locked in here + +Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o + +Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go + +Bubble like the soda kinda like the soap + +I just hope you know, it don't stop + +[Verse Two: Masta Ace] +The Y2k is a brand new "era" + +I'm tryin' to make hits like Yogi Berra + +I wonder how long I'll be in this biz + +Cuz it's not all "cheer" like you think it is + +There's a whole lot to "gain" but a lot to lose + +Just ask any rapper who paid dues + +Everybody now and then bound to struggle + +I just grab my wife and we lay and "snuggle" + +We talk about the "ivory" coast how one day + +We gonna sail on the "tide" and get "whisk"ed away + +Look up at the stars 'til the crack of "dawn" + +Hold up I never leave your side for long + +But for now I keep on making you "bounce" + +And make "sure" something in my checking accounts + +Grab my cell phone and then start to "dial" + +Take a look at my life and start to smile + +It's funny how the game make you change your tone + +Cuz the "joy" of my life is the microphone + +So I straighten up my act and keep doin' my thing + +Gettin' the green nahimean getting it clean + +[Chorus: Jean Grae] +Don't you know we got a lot in here + +Wanna be a part of what we got in here + +Sorta like we got the whole block in here + +No it ain't Nelly but it's "Hot In Here", we got it locked in here + +Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o + +Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go + +Bubble like the soda kinda like the soap + +I just hope you know, it don't stop +************************************************** +NothingMake me wanna sa-- + +Sometimes, time don't let shit be done +Sometimes, your mind won't let shit go +Even if it's what you want, we know +Hearts don't give a good gatdamn, what you want + +What do you need from me? +Feels like the right thing to ask while we're here at the top of the road +But, I don't know +I don't know +Rather say: + +Nothing +Nothing +Nothing + +Shit +I was doing fine spending time getting fucked up +Finding my peace.... + +Alone + +Guess it's never gonna be a good time +Cause time don't give a good gatdamn what you want +What do you need from me? +Feels like a good time to ask since we're here at the top of the road +But I don't know +Man, I don't know +I'd rather say: + +Nothing +Nothing +Nothing + +Saying it won't is only making it worse +I need to control it +Nothing goes bad +Put it away + +(and it goes down) + +Saying it won't is only making it worse +I need to control it +Nothing goes bad +Put it away + +And it goes down +And it goes down +And it goes down +************************************************** +Mean Jean (B Day Edition)I'm better than you (She's Jean Grae) +What else does she do (I don't know) +Well she will +Break your face +You made her wait +Way too damn long +You suck (Spirit fingers) +Take my time (Two thousand) +And take (and nine) +Your fans (Is going to suck for you guys) +And make them mine (You suck) + +Hey, back at the gate with a red cape and a full flask +20 Red Bulls ready to thrash in this bull fight +You bullshite, bull ish, couple of bulldykes +See I got bigger balls, probably get bigger applause +The strapped on dick and balls is bigger, thicker than yours +Probably fit in your jaws while you licking it off +Think of all the liquor you're poured +Bottles infinite, models you scored +Limited models it caused +Bought pause in your court dates [?] +Reminisce about the whores, you hate to date 'em +The tours and vacations you buy tickets and take 'em on +Don't gag, take it all, relax your mind +Shake it off, go to a safe place in your mind +With your boys with your toys with an autotune +I don't know huh, you inaudible, don't talk with your mouth full +Don't you look adorable +Tears streaming down, heels leaning up, knees on the ground, meals streaming upwards +Upchuck and get slapped until your face hurts +Should grab your neck and slam your face up into the base word +Isn't Grae absurd, make you go ape ish +Till you swallow every word, I'm back in the game +Hail to the nerd +************************************************** +Yes. Tattoos Hurt.That's such a good question, really glad you asked +Yes, all my tattoos really, really hurt +Because they are real tattoos +They're done with needles that go into your skin +They pierce it again and, well, that is +That is how you get a tattoo + +No, it doesn't mean than I like pain +That is just the process of getting one +So, yes, it hurts to get a tattoo +************************************************** +August 20th[Verse 1] +It's a spiritual advice +So I’m always home +Like I took everything in +And that’s the coming home +I am here and because +We seen all the real things +And that’s what makes me different + +[Verse 2] +August 2013, the sun fell +Shot through the atmosphere with a running veil +Dropped through the sky and landed in my heart, square +And possibly am not speaking for physically here +Hit the floor with the force of Asgard's hammer +Hot sauce, it open forth like I'm hiding on the fourth +And elius on the Koch arrow +With the cops staring with them +Blocks glaring rocks selling +Breath leaving me like it’s autumn +Caught up for this moment +But this feeling is falling off +Don’t know who I am in the +Moment I don’t know who I am +In the moment this voice keeps +Talking on + +[Verse 3] +My spirit talks into a crawl space +Door left infloated in infinite all states +Undefinable anesthetic just coursed +Through me and the person I thought +Would suit me sat across the room +I came through the glue and felt the +Fabric of my heart strings +Spitting hard disintegrating into +Dark matters but come start these missiles +As my soul spasmed saw the God particle +Visible I can’t stand up as the darkness crept +Into me and my bond shadowed kept on +Losing it again and moving automatic +Washing dishes as my vision blurred +Robotic status mixing with slipping in bitches +On the mattress living bullet shot into my wound +And hit the skin and tore the way inside +And ripped my flesh apart and targeted my +Inner child left her on the side of the road +Bitch is bleeding out let my evening +Breathe it out + +[Outro: Sample] +No time for dying +Just stay with me +So maybe seem to lose +You went to college +That is the way it was +And she say you should +Know your place she +Know your place and +You find your place +I know things that I +Was not supposed to know +I don’t like people who are +Listening and I really think about +What advice don’t know what +To do but I do nothing that I +Want to do +They want something from us +So you know what I use to +Just you know no one really +Gave a damn whether I was +Singing or not right +But I used the place +Platform and I went against it +And I said I’m going to sing +A couple songs every night +When was I introduced in 1963 +************************************************** +Looking Free[Verse: Quelle Chris] +I pray to you father gee +Oh engineer to take these clouds away +Keep asking for back taxes +I could do for brighter days +What you see is make believe +Sometimes I just sit and cry +When it comes to DNA life this is him and saving life +We celebrate big baby Jesus +On November 10 and 5 +My last time they laid me off +Unemployment kept me high +I give thanks to marijuana from the streets of legalize +Since I trust in form a balance whether [?] trial +I could use a fucking hug or a fucking a good bye +Time ain’t never been on my side +Even though I’ve spent it all my life +Look at me look at me +Living fly living free +Doing anything I want +Getting nothing that I need +Look bro this ain’t fucking prison +This is peace look how the folks living +We got [?] by the boatloads and it’s free +Hope you ain’t planning to age old gracefully + +[Chorus: Quelle Chris] +Look at me looking free [x33] +Look at me + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Every day I wake up +Wonder why I’m waking up +Every fucking time I’m waking up +Ain’t no time debating bro +I made this bed with an understanding that everything’s safer +Neighbors are asking favors facing the choice of the reaper +Self disciplinarian no boss to plan +Ain’t nobody gonna care when you’re forgetting my name +I wish for hours and clocking and lunch and +Office parties +I wish for flowers and docking for punching late and tardy +I cry when I ride free fall +It’s got a start and ending +You disbelieve I'm free though +The worst of the job is pretending +Grass greener get your glass cleaner wash your house +Scheming and arena where there’s never ours +But look at me looking free +Easing down the road +Breathing now seeing amazing things wielding the globe +Look at me looking free, looking free, right? + +[Chorus: Jean Grae] +Look at me looking free [x8] + +[Outro: Sample] +"When you are in a creative industry +And when you are taking it upon yourself to do your own work and do your own thing +That is a scary scary thought +People make the assumption that because I have a fun job +And because I get to go and meet these people that I must be happy +This is someone with a tattoo of my face on their arm +This is very strange and very surreal +But it did not really make me feel like I had any word +But there are so many things that people don’t talk about when they are in their jobs +They don’t talk about their amazing careers and they don’t put it on Facebook +How actually you can cry at night about how hard it is to take that passion +And turn that into a career when that passion is all you have in life +What happens when all of a sudden that passion has to pay your rent" +************************************************** +Henn Rock Blues[Verse One – Jean Grae and (Lord Sear)] +To hell with gold and riches, niggas and bitches +Don't even want 'em—all I need is you (I love you too) +See, we was meant to be. Eventually, we man and wife +Livin’ in sin for years, chillin’ like shots of gin and beers +You the one who gets me high when I need it +We fight when we're together. Cry sometimes, but never sever ties +Where would I be without you in the club with me? +At home, stuck up in the zone, straight pissy +We shifty. Together, we're complete—there's no other one for me +I smoke sometimes but really prefer your company (You don't really mean that) +Yes I do. Baby, listen. Who keeps you in the cup and never on the floor? +Who's checking for you soon as I'm walking up in the door? +Who never stopped asking you, "Baby, give me some more?" +Please, I love the way you pour out whether store bought or free +It's just you and me (Say my name, say my name!) +Brown and beautiful, smooth, intoxicating +It's illegal but still holding you in the street +We play until the bar close +I take you home. You taste sweet +Except for that part where I throw you up all over my clothes + +[Hook – Jean Grae and (Lord Sear)] +Yo, I got this problem (what?). Can you help me? +(Why? She's in love with the bottle of the Hennessy) +The shit just ain't right, I gotta make it stop +(Ayo, she in love with the bottle of the Henn Rock +Ayo, you can't be with me. Bitch, you must be tipsy) +But I'm love with the bottle of the Hennessy +(Yo girl, this shit ain't right. Yo, you gotta make it stop) +But I'm love with the bottle of the Henn Rock + +[Verse Two – Lord Sear] +Hey, what's up? How ya feel? You're cold, looking hot +It's your main shit stain, the big Henny Rock +Why don't you cop a squat and sit right next to me +So we can talk about the birds and the bees +Let me grab on those tits and you can grab on these +Sexually and mentally, I love yo steez +When you drink a fifth of me right in the club +You didn't need no motherfucking cup +That's what I like about you—you don't give a fuck +Yo, I gotta get with you, girl—that's a must +Even though the night is about to end +You know you walking out with your main man Henn +The realest of the real, the coolest of the cool +When you drink a shot of me, it goes down smooth +So hey baby girl, I know you ain't no fool +It's almost that time, so what we gon' do? + +[Verse 3 – Jean Grae] +I know this after fo' spot that's banging +Maybe we'll do a little drunk karaoke singing +You got me stumbling, spitting, and cursing +All up in my 40 nursing +Swerving into people, pissin’ on the church when +We spendin’ the night. I'm never light weight +We, like, date-every evening. Fiending for you like a junkie demon +So let's collaborate and go to bars and break rules +Smash bats and cars and shit. You the only one I wanna be with + +[Hook – Jean Grae and (Lord Sear)] +Yo, I got this problem (what?). Can you help me? +(Why? She's in love with the bottle of the Hennessy) +The shit just ain't right, I gotta make it stop +(Ayo, she in love with the bottle of the Henn Rock +Ayo, you can't be with me. Bitch, you must be tipsy) +But I'm love with the bottle of the Hennessy +(Yo girl, this shit ain't right. Yo, you gotta make it stop) +But I'm love with the bottle of the Henn Rock + +[Verse Three – Jean Grae and Lord Sear] +[Lord Sear] +Hey baby, that's cool. I wanna be with you, boo +Henny Rock anytime, any day after school +Beginning of the church, even the early morn' +Henny gon' be with you till the day is dawn +[Jean Grae] +You made me hurl. You made me snuff my girl +You made me even curse my moms, but you still my world +I love the way you smell, the way you give 'em hell +And if I cheat on you, know that I got to tell +[Lord Sear] +Ayo, you bugging out right now ‘cause you ain't telling nobody +This a fifth of liquor you talking to—this ain't Bacardi +This motherfuckin' Henny Rock. Cool out and chill +Can I see you next week around five until? +[Jean Grae] +If I could marry you and go up on a honeymoon +Put you in a glass, dance to our favorite tune +But it could never happen with us—I know we can't do it (why?) +Well for one, I'm human and you're fluid + +[Hook – Jean Grae and (Lord Sear)] +Yo, I got this problem (what?). Can you help me? +(Why? She's in love with the bottle of the Hennessy) +The shit just ain't right, I gotta make it stop +(Ayo, she in love with the bottle of the Henn Rock +Ayo, you can't be with me. Bitch, you must be tipsy) +But I'm love with the bottle of the Hennessy +(Yo girl, this shit ain't right. Yo, you gotta make it stop) +But I'm love with the bottle of the Henn Rock +************************************************** +I want it all[Verse 1] +Tell me who you want me to be +I want to capture it all +Tell me what you want me to see +I will just see through it all +Cause I've been there +And I don't drive around that easy +Cause [?] +I want it all + +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +I'll tell you how I want it to be +I don't care for your thoughts at all +I'll tell you how [?] +Don't tell me I'm wrong +Cause I've been there +And I don't drive around that easy +I want you back +This time +I want it all + +I've been there +And I don't drive once easy +I want you back +************************************************** +Trilogy part Duh - The StreetHave you ever considered using your inner monologue +Have you contemplated deep in your words inside your craw +Think about it, think about it, think about it, just think +Think about it, think about it, think about it, just think + +I don't know if these new things, they're called thoughts +It's sounds crazy, maybe just hear me out +'Cause I don't wanna hear you anymore +Think about it, think about it, think about it, just think +Think about it, think about it, think about it, just think +Think about it, think about it, think about it, just think +Don't gotta say all of the things inside your mind + +What type of response were you expecting from me +And has that shit ever worked before? + +Wha-, what? When did I get ugly? I'm ugly now? +Oh, well guess what though +Hey +(Oh, I'm still the same) +Nothing's changed except you +Hey +(Oh, I'm still the same) +Yeah, I'm still slappin' +Still the same, still look exactly the same +I'm still on my way to do laundry +************************************************** +Hold U[It's the way I hold you (x7)] + +[Masta Ace] +I will never forget the day that we first met +I wasn't even feelin you then but worse yet +I was all up in the mix with one of your friends +And when you seen us you would always give me one of your grins +Like if I only knew what I was missin +I would quit kissing on this chick and change my position +I really thought you and my man was a better match +I never thought you was the type that I could catch +I used to see you out in the park with different cats +Them big willie types that rocked them pimp hats +Had every other guy on the block trying to get you +Wishing that they had that rap to get with you +Felt you was out of my league +Its like if you was silk and linen then I was fatigue +I never would have pictured you and me together +But its like the way I hold you we was meant to be together +Come on + +[Chorus] +[It's the way I hold you (x8)] + +The way I hold you it feels so good (yeah) +I don't ever wanna let you go(a-ha) +Can't see you with nobody else, (no) +I just really had to let you know,(yeah) +It's the way I hold you +It's the way I hold you +It's the way I hold you + +[Masta Ace] +Now I spend most of my time just being with you +Early on I was afraid to be seen with you +Cuz I knew cats would do anything they could +To stop us from being together, its all good +They was mad cuz I got you and they didn't +Some even tried to approach me I'm not kidding +Had to be ten times I got into a fight +With niggas tried to say I wasn't hitting it right - +They kept on hating just kept on waiting +Hoping that we'd break up but we kept dating +Never knew it would be so hard to be with you +I should make it easy on my self and just quit you + +[Make it easy on myself x2) +I need to make it easy on my self +Yup, I need to make it easy on my self +Yup, I need to make it easy on my self +And just leave you alone + +No Wait! When I hold you if feels so great +I realize and recognize that you're my soul mate +Its us forever had to let you know +Its like I told you imma hold you never let you go +Come on + +[Chorus] +[Jean Grae] +One-Two check it +You should have known from way back I tried to amp you +Try to speak on your skillz when other niggas felt me +But you know that if you wasn't with me they can't even hear you right +And if you try to snatch me up it'd probably turn into a fight +I been through my phases with cats and shakes +I know you seen me chillin' with fake players +Who tried to grab me in the club and dance with me on the stage in gators +They say you just hatin +-you jealous of the money that they're makin +Peep stripper broads, thugs in golds and punks +Cats would front, get me high with all the smoke from the blunts +Its not love its just lust +They always put me down when shit gets rough +I can't do it alone, I need someone to hold me right tell me their feelings +Speak on us to they boys, that's why we dealin +Niggas startin rumors like we ain't chilling or split up +When you've been writing poems for me just to shut they lip up +And there's still cats who try to touch me when they spot me alone +Try to tap me just to see if im turned on +But it's the way you speak to me +Its like we on the same frequency +And when you hold me, you make peak +Come on + +[Chorus] +************************************************** +Bout U[Verse 1:] +If I told you last week, every second of the day +If I don't got a clue, would it be +(Baby yeah) +We love you sometimes [?] +Baby yeah +(You may think) You think I'm funny +Like every time I get around you +I just got stuttered in my speech +(Baby yeah) +And I can't stop thinking about you +But you still stay out of reach +Baby yeah + +[Chorus:] [x2] +Can't stop fucking thinking about you +Can't stop fucking thinking about you +Can't stop thinking about fucking you +Can't stop thinking about fucking you + +[Verse 2:] +If I told you I still [?] +(Baby yeah) +We all need something inside [?] +Talking into you +(Baby yeah) +Now wait a minute (you may think) +You may think I'm playing [?] +I can't stop talking in my sleep +(Baby yeah) +Cannot stop fucking thinking about you +But you still stay out of reach, yeah +Baby yeah + +[Chorus] [x2] +************************************************** +My Angel Is You[Intro] +Yeah, Yeah +La la la la la, la la la la la +Mmm, yeah +La la la la la, la la la la la + +[Verse 1] +Okay, this is the one now, I can finally write it down +It's a requirement I lay it down on this papyrus +Take number three, must say it properly +I could not possibly not drop philosophy +About your Excalibur, sword in the stone +Character strong, black, the bomb +Like double 4 calibers cock-back and blown +When the whole world's on top of me +You always know the right words to keep stopping me +From going, a pearl with a diamond stuck in it +But a girl like me was unsure of infinite bliss +But you broke the myth and closed the drift +'twixt my heart and my senseless, defenseless left +But best friends became [?] +[?] intensive trauma, wear armor +Plus, come on, you're my personal Father +Future children call you father +Thank God for you + +[Chorus] +When this world gets me goin' mad +Everything turns dark shades of blue +And the light turns to darkness +Just when I think I'll never make it through +You save me, my angel is always you + +Anything I can say never +Makes you think that I'm crazy +I'm always yours forever +Now pass that little thing known as time +You save me, my angel is always you + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I had a bout of paranoia, won't lie +About [?] experience one time +Baggage was serious, marriage, I could've never done it +I wanted trust, but in the truth, man, I was always runnin' out of habit +Folk's passion, I thought their crushin' brought it automatic +I sought relationships that'd turn dramatic +Your patience is the shit, I've learned to pull the brakes +And then the word "relax" and live it day to day +And I know I'm crazy, but you put up +With all my insecurities I got a ton of +Plus the way you pursued just made me lose +The tough cool wall I put up to a-avoid the scrapes and bruises +Your smile brings me back from the break of a place where +Ain't sunshine, I used to live most of my days there +We met through the music, mutual friends we cool with +I never guessed that you could save me from this world, the cruelest +But now I'm blessed with an angel that's just as silly stupid +When Cupid shot us a thousand arrows we dropped into it +[?] and we spoon in the night +I can't believe you're finally here I used to dream what you'd be like +And when we move and get private moments I promise +From the bottom of my heart I'll be honest and always do my part +We'll maintain the dividends, see what tomorrow brings +He changed everything, can't wait for the wedding ring + +[Chorus] +When this world gets me goin' mad +Everything turns dark shades of blue +And the light turns to darkness +Just when I think I'll never make it through +You save me, my angel is always you + +Anything I can say never +Makes you think that I'm crazy +I'm always yours forever +Now pass that little thing known as time +You save me, my angel is always you +************************************************** +Very Sad Things[Intro: Storytelling Skit] +Teacher: Ahem. Hi, kids. Today, we have a special guest for story time +Student: Bo-ring +Student: I don’t want to stay here. This sucks +Teacher: Ms. Jean Grae. Go ahead, Ms. Grae. They’re all yours +Student: Can I go the nurse’s office? +Teacher: Listen, Bobby, sit down +Jean Grae: OK, OK +Student: You’re not Eve +Jean Grae: No, I’m not Eve. Hehe +Student: Can I go to the bathroom? +Teacher: No, you can’t go the bathroom +Jean Grae: Anyway, I’ve got a little story to tell. Everybody just settle down. Here we go + +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Black Nova rims. Sun shining, ’99 summertime +June 4th, 85 on I-95 North +Headed back, sitting down. Two bodies in the trunk +Hostage in the backseat. Breast stopped beating +Take her in the bushes, peeing. Black-tank-top-sporting +.44, toting two 9s, glove box, fly’s open +Gas, slow cash flow, hostage in Krylon +Coat on the dashboard, smoking a glass-closed cockpit +Passenger’s seat holding the icepick +The blood splash, the seat’s drenched in plasma +Girl gasp while the punk scream. She got asthma +Crying teen out the window pronto +Exhale deep thoughts in the backseat console +Close it up, choke her out, laugh ‘til it hurts +Dump her on the side of the road. Fuck it, throw the car in a +Lake most shallow, carve three notches in my face +Head up to the church in a small town, blaze it +Run while it burn, break into a near basement +Torch it. Two pyro acts. Sit on the lawn +Watching people scatter out, pop ‘em one by one +‘Cause I’m lawless, where random acts of violence soothe me +Then I pause, pull the .44 and cock it to me +Then I launch lead straight and paint the grass red +Story time over. Game over. Kids, the end + +[Interlude 1: Storytelling Skit] +Teacher: Haaa! I am so offended +Jean Grae: Yeah. You like the story? +Student: Can I pee? +Teacher: I’ve never been so shocked in my life +Jean Grae: I’m for the kids. (*Crying*) Shut up! + +[Hook: Jean Grae and Students] (x2) +It’s bad things. Very bad things +So be scared, get prepared for what’s happening +Grab your dolls and your teddy bears, everything +Check your beds and your closets and play things +And parents. It’s bad dreams. Very bad things +Very bad things. Very bad things (I’m scared) + +[Interlude 2: Storytelling Skit] +Jean Grae: Oh, look at me. I’m just a little kid. I can’t take the story. Shut up and listen to the story! You wanted a story? Here’s the story. Listen, damn it! +Student: I want my mommy! +Student: Can I go home now? + +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Jenny was an A student on the way to school +She passed a van and a man jumped out +Offered her candy, said he handed it out to good girls and +Can she take a ride with him and his daughter Nancy? +But Jenny’s not stupid, so she walks along +On the side of the road alone, looking for cops. The van +Drives off. Jenny’s scared, screeches occur +Her lunchbox drops. She stoops. Hands grab, she’s snatched +In the front of the van, she sits tied up +While twelve kids pile, playing backseat driver +They drive for days and eat nothing but some Blow Pops +Sodapops, Ritz, and Lays, and many +Kids pass out. Jenny doesn’t. Tend to your cousin +Plenty tears. Plenty cussing. Plenty fussing +Plenty beaten. Plenty molested. Plenty bussing +Jenny missing two weeks. She getting weak. Four +Kids pass. Snatch five more from the streets +He wears a mask at night. A fucking bastard case +He should be shot to death. He should be locked away +So Jenny’s got the plan, gathers up the kids +When he sleeps, creeps up, gets a knife and jigs +Screams, “It’s not right!” Stops him. “Everybody +Run for your life!” (So what happened?) +The cops never got him (No!) + +[Hook: Jean Grae and Students] (x2) +It’s bad things. Very bad things +So be scared, get prepared for what’s happening +Grab your dolls and your teddy bears, everything +Check your beds and your closets and play things +And parents. It’s bad dreams. Very bad things +Very bad things. Very bad things (I’m scared) + +[Interlude 3: Storytelling Skit] +Jean Grae: Yeah, I know you’re scared. All right. I, I’m leaving... No, I’m not. I’m just kidding. There’s another one and this one’s worse than the others. Little Susie, dry your eyes. Aww, look at you. Did Jenny pass out? Ho ho! Funny! Let’s go! + +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +New town, new kid, new victim +At school. Billy Smith, the son of a dentist +Wears braces, wack shoes, tight laces +When he eats, the kid makes funny faces +Taped glasses. Likes his math classes +No friends. They just stay kicking his ass. This +One kid play nice with him. Mike Pippen +Billy’s mom invites him over for chicken +And stovetop stuffing—you know, real suburban +House picket fence, white dog, mom in apron say +“Dinnertime, boys.” Billy just run upstairs +“I got toys!” Mike follows. They playing +With Jango and Solo, Jabba and Yoda +Giggling, beating up Leia and Amidala +“Billy, come downstairs. It’s your father” +They break north down the stairs. Intercom buzzes +Billy’s dad rushes in, grabs Mike +Knocks him ‘til his head just pops right in +One hour later, they all sitting ‘round the dinner table +Minus Mike, who’s getting carved up lovely +Served with a little rice pilaf and bubbly + +[Interlude 4: Storytelling Skit] +Student: What happened to him? +Jean Grae: Oh no, that means they ate him, kids +Student: No! +Jean Grae: They carved him up and ate him like the little boy that he was + +[Hook: Jean Grae and Students] (x2) +It’s bad things. Very bad things +So be scared, get prepared for what’s happening +Grab your dolls and your teddy bears, everything +Check your beds and your closets and play things +And parents. It’s bad dreams. Very bad things +Very bad things. Very bad things (I’m scared) + +[Outro: Storytelling Skit] +Jean Grae: So kids, tell all your parents to go out and cop that new Jean Grae album, play it right before you go to bed. Love ya. See you later. Sorry, your teacher’s waiting. Some things have to happen. Alright. Good night +Student: I don’t want to go to school again +Student: My mom is gonna beat you up! +************************************************** +Cliche[Verse 1:] +You dyed my heart in a rainbow +Feelings and colors are the same +I never thought it was simple +The joy in just saying your name +(Love) in your orbit I'm your satellite +(Oh) Above the clouds, out of sight +I never thought I could feel this way +Unexpected just like how people say +(Love) Makes me want to sing this to the world +(Love) Makes me wanna + +[Chorus:] +Love, homes in all types of shapes and shades and colors +You know how this feels, la la la…la +I know it kinda feels strange +You say that my heart skipped a beat, two beats +The moment you came my way, la la la…la + +[Verse 2:] +I can admit I was cynical +But you can release believe that I was to blame +Years of learning to let It go +(Oh) so I won't just live in the pain of love +Unexpected broke the paradigm, till I was yours +You are mine +I never thought I could feel this way +Unexpected just like how people say +I could give up, but don't +Maybe a little bit of bustling, hustling +Little scissors of hope +Never doubt, we just go +We get high, we get by, we get down low +We get bit, we get die, we get grown low +We get life, we get a little better together +We can hope, I get you, you get me, we get through +We get when everybody never wanted us to be the better two +I hope forever's really the infinite years we representing too +Cause now we been together since any place +We already know + +[Chorus] + +[Instrumental] + +[Outro:] [x2] +Put your hands in the air +If you ever love to someone +Inhale, exhale if you ever love someone +(The moment you came) +************************************************** +What Ya Gonna Do[Intro] +Hey-hey +Hey-hey-hey, hey, it's okay +I went back +And now I'm better, come on, give it to me, let's go (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +I got lost, caught up, but I'm back with a force +And a plan still enforced, y'all better switch yours +Niggas lame like the door sample said +Jean sampled bread once, I can't front, I need to get ahead (Head) +Not like hoes kneel to get ahead (Oh, okay) +I hustle, deal 'til I break through for real (C'mon) +I'm punchy, your walls won't hold me, your boxes won't +Stop this rock on its way to obnoxious +I need to prosper while I preach the gospel (Uh-huh) +It's a truth and in the booth I'm impossible +On the stage, on the page it's hot so +Dance to it like it's footloose, white boy +Shake it with them crazy moves, go on +And I can't stand in your shoes +You ain't know, I planted the clues +Damage your crew, steady dismantling you +I panhandle this product if need be (Uh-huh) +And I'm smart enough to know the industry needs me +I've grown a lot, the show's hot, niggas don't sleep +The poster chizzle for toast without holding heat closely +Watch me run up in your posse +You'll get gassed like the Nazis did +I catch flak like Roberta done dropped and shit +I'm loose lipped so I use it to abuse the music +Leave the track bruised up, all the tracks used up +With the headphones slapped and the volume crunk +So it blasts much better in the truck (Oh, what?) +I'm closer this year, New York shed a tear +Give it up (What ya gonna do?) +When they try to take your shit from ya? + +[Verse 2] +Been a cold winter, 'bout to be a hot summer +And you wondering where Jean is coming from, don't +I propose we worry about where we gonna go +Turn your stereo up +We're one step from spaghetti-O pants shredded but we better, though +Not a lot of cheddar but now I gotta make the dough +Steady grind, mind slipping into petty crime +Bet me I'm not gon' last, have you paying out your ass +With your game face wrapped in a cask' (Come on) +The same place that I'm rapping from +Will snatch your tongue and bite it off and snap, you're done +I like drastic moves, nigga, run your shoes, no? (What?) +What ya gonna do? (Really, what would you do?) + +[Verse 3] +If I told you in one breath +That my mission is to be the best +Would you mind your business or be impressed? +Brush it off, dismiss? Now that's a test +(Are you being for real Jean?) Yes, the real dream +Is the field goal kick with a team, no less +And I'm not playing this just for kicks, though +Slay this shit 'til I kicks and lay low +I say so, but some days I fell off +From this day on I'ma stay the course +Never again play soft, every rhyme is the playoffs +Every time must be memory line sprayed off +You will remember me +I am a contender contrary to what you get generally (Uh-huh) +I'll take time, let it sink in, nah +You gotta free your mind to the thinking part +You gotta get the signs I'm freaking off +So much shit that my voice starts peaking off +Need this music as much as you +I'm a fan, goddamn it, and I love it, too (So) +Wave your hands like the Sandman's coming through +But all cheers man, we don't want the boos +In fact, fuck that, get up and clap your paws together +Make noise like we wet up the floor +Better, wake up y'all like a Spike Lee flick +Good morning, boys, I'm the type you leave with +I'm on it (What ya gonna do?), yeah, man + +[Verse 4] +What ya gonna do when the sky starts falling? +I'll be out on the corner yes, y'allin' (Yes, yes) +'Til the block caves and buildings smack pavement +And onlookers gaze in amazement, it's hypnotism +Just hitting the rhythm, I fuck songs +All up in the bars like prisons are up yours (Like 7Up) +And Grae got infinite new ways +Every minute to infiltrate strongarm, eat your spinach +The confidence won't be diminished +Go longer from start to finish, now +(You sparked the inner child) It's dark with an innocent smile +Park your whips, light spliffs, listen in for a while, c'mon +What ya gonna do? (That was the last hook, jam on it) + +[Outro] +Cinnamon +Uh, that's it, ain't five verses +C'mon, man +Cut it out +This fade out +With the no shit-talkin' outro, watch +************************************************** +NeckfaceMan, it's business as usual +But trap pubical dirt, that's beautiful +Pass me you'll see Rasputin at work +A fast, furious, mad curious mind +Slant Manchurian eyes +Slap jaw, give a hacksaw lover +Burgle a bank robber +Bumble his plan, invert his revolver +Body bag and tag anonymous man +Brag? I promise to +I'mma do shit that makes you wish you would've been +The human shield for Amadou +Bitch please, my sixteen spit pristine +Like the mouth on a debutante named Christine +Jean, hurricane name, unattained fame, fuck it +My son will be the son of a dame who changed the game, fucker + +From the basement to the Kay Slay shit +Lace it, rap braided me a friendship bracelet +You lose, I'm just lukewarm +My true form will be revealed in a few years +When the phoenix swarms +I'm three steps ahead of you, please flex +The medical needs of need next just to breathe jeez god bless +Accomplice none, I'm complex, son +The confidence of Donald Trump mixed with a convict on the run +Compliments of my mama, Miss Benjamin +School teacher slash singer slash rule preacher +Who bet against her daughter being weaker than her +Praise right, trained like fight back Tsidi +So I'm quite likely to strike back (damn right) +I ain't easy to stomach I make them queasy from it +See Greasy causin' discomfort but yo you see they love it + +And I'm not threatening y'all yet +The call y'all get is late fall, 2004, bet + +Hold up, I sip an XO and then +Scratch out your eyes like I'm playing tic toe with them +Black pride promoting it, but crass when spoken +The Neckface of rap, only New York niggas get that +Tag reference, stash weapons with some brash methods +'Til you shitting brass knuckles +And your ass pucker's past tense +I execute so effortless, the cleverness +Misconstrued as ambivalence, you imbeciles +High level ground, I'm small +But I walk on you heavy George Jefferson, Bentley +Eventually you'll get it, potentially a legend +Dispense of me never, they'll mention me forever + +You wanna turn the other cheek in disgust +You'll learn Jean Greasy to trust, follow the leader +************************************************** +The Band[Verse 1:] +Ya big dummies, yeah +Jean rock a little girlie shit +That's why my nigga Tech be callin me the greasy pimp +That's why we gotta open bars, snatch tips and bail +Like Jeanie's on a date with fuckin' Dave Chappelle, hell + +I always been cool +That's why I move +With a small razor +Taped to the back of the front tooth + +That's why I dance hard +Jean, doing the running man in the middle of the dance floor +Game's so cunning + +And that's why I'm so cool with restroom attendants +On request, they'll lock you in and hot jock your pendants +Knock, knock, 'til you're blue, like the Titanic necklace +Meanwhile, I'm outside tagging names on your Benzes + +Then everybody but my peoples starts to file in +And that's when niggas get tired and start wildin' +And then the cops come through and shut the club down +And that's when I turn around and blame it on you, ow! + +[Hook:] +That's why +You could never fuck with Jean +That's why +Y'all ain't nothin' to me +That's why +I don't give a damn about a team, nigga +I been running things since I came up on the scene, get down + +[Verse 2:] +(This bitch spilled a drink on my clothes!) +See, that's why I told you not to fuck with hoes! +That's why I keep my business clean +I done dirt, trust, flirted with the burden of retarded things +That's why the weed only contacts like osmosis +And if I smoke I'll only do it in small doses +Prognosis +She's iller than these niggas the streets feel her +And so I keep a distance between me and the heat spillers + +That's why there's no beef, only buzz +Won't stop 'til I reach MTV or bust +That's why you need me +Please believe me +God, Greasy could have gone these other hoes' routs too easy + +That's why you should've known I was approaching fast +That's why I see you in the road and step on the gas +Hard like NASCAR, speed, and toss your weave back +And keep gunnin' 'til the fender dents your knees back + +[Hook 2:] +That's why +You could never fuck with Jean +That's why +Y'all ain't nothin' to me +That's why +I don't give a damn about a team, nigga +I been running things since I came up on the scene, get down +That's why +You could never fuck with Jean +That's why +Y'all ain't nothin' to me +That's why +I don't give a damn about a team, nigga +I been running things since I came up on the scene, get down + +[Verse 3:] +Alright, Jean is chillin' +All of y'all, chillin' +What more can I say? +Stop grillin' me nigga! + +I get a drink and fill it with Stoli Vanilla +And paint thinner +And send it to your table with dinner + +And that's why you should never cross me +Mark the back of your leather with yellow Xs so the target is clearer +That's why Jean snuck a fuckin' sword in the club +Start carving you up +And not miss a step, thank you + +Compliments of the Grae Miss, her statements +Are blatant but I love her, God, I hate her placement +Hatred +That's why I'm on the motherfuckin' A-list +Make you lose faith +Like Biggie or a hundred atheists + +Seek refuge, move like a bunch of Haitians +See, that's why I don't be coming out I lose my patience +Too cool and collected +Come boost, with a steady arm +See that's why Jean be out, quick, I get it? Gone +************************************************** +Putition[Verse:] +Hey, bring it on (and on and on ...and on, yeah) +I got a secret, it's a feeling that you want to put it on me +But you keep on playing +I'm on you like you were made of one big chocolate treat +Just for me, yeah +All night, all right my baby +What you, what you want tonight, baby +Baby bring it on (and on and on ...and on, yeah) +I'm on you like you were made of one big chocolate treat +Just for me +Yeah, (bring it on) +Whoa, why you play with me +I claim, (bring it on) +I got a secret, it's a feeling that you want to put it on me +But you keep on playing +Bring it on (and on and on ...and on, yeah) +Bring it on +************************************************** +The Range[Verse:] +[?] I get laid now +Wanted it to be my way +But time won't take it +Baby erase all the rules, yes +Never did well until +Maybe just a fool +You , you, range [?] +What you mean to me +You, you range +Won't you be with me now +I won't take offense +Baby where we go wrong, ask me bout love +Always is giving hard +Maybe he's the, star of +************************************************** +SFSCSeem so composed, I know the notes I wrote in theory +Repose... +I wish I knew more often than I take it… nearly + +Laid in between the sheets in discord of who I am and what my colors bleed +And in the end I know you'll never give me all the things I need + +So far, so close, so far +So close +So far, so close +So far, so close + +I know I pick the bones I could have left alone... +In theory +No one has traveled this road even though they still stand near me +Caught in between hope and a dream +Though it seems to most that I can see it +Most of these days, morning rays, I've come to deathly fear them +I'm... + +There's always tomorrow +There's always tomorrow +There's always tomorrow + +There's always tomorrow +There's always tomorrow +There's always tomorrow +************************************************** +Iwanteweback (Lush Version)[Intro] +So dear, so me, so evil you +So we are so through +There's no need, it's over, me and you + +[Hook] +I want you back +Sometimes I do +I want you +I need you back +I want you, boo +I want you back +I want you, boo +Though we ain't loving +We ain't fucking +We ain't through +I want you back +I want you back +Oh oh oh oh oh +I want you back + +[Verse 1] +Sometimes I want you back just to adore you +But mostly I just want to destroy you +Store you, and call you Murphy as a nickname +Wipe the floor with you, you're addicting, dick thing +Insane to explain, I know it might sound callous +Careless, sadist, I'm a damn lady +My fair Jeanie ran on planes in Spain daily +Clearly, I'm fairly well-versed in fuckery +I should fuck you up for breaking up with me +Stain your frame of painted veins I bust with cutlery +It's such a shame that you think you're an accessory +You're so fucking pedestrian, especially when you're next to me +Excuse me, sounding too imposing +Fuck it, I'm first class -- I never said I was into coaching +You should listen closely, thinking the song's about you +It is -- you, him, him, and him mostly +Don't choose bad; at times, my choices do betray me +Belaboring the point, yeah, maybe I'm sort of faded +"I'll maybe call you later, baby"; Lord, you're hated +But Lord, of course I'm motivated, low-key hatred +Sleeping neighbors choose euthanasia +Stay together, trooping through the universe forever +I'd rather not be two sedated dapper cadavers +I'd rather feel the pain and tell you never feel embarrassed +It ain't baggage -- I claim baggage like a name tag +It ain't marriage if the gain came through the same fabric +Insane to remain average, I can't have it +My main habit's to change, it creates havoc +You can't fathom a love/hate relation, well +Yes you can, guess again -- you've been aceing them +Replacing them with lying to yourself or fifty pacing them like +Let's get through it, baby +And maybe I'm crazy then for being blunt +I know what I deserve, know what I want +I know that we could never really be a pair +I know that sometimes I still want you there +I might not like you, our connection's rare +I might just spite you, you're never there +I like revenge, I love love +I'm still evolving, that's some shit that Jean is not above + +[Hook] +[Outro] +************************************************** +Before The Summer Broke (All Grown Up Version)[Intro] +I spent about a half'a month +Thinking about the universal laws of karma, bullshit +And all that everybody really wants +To contrast to what they need will make you fuckin’ want to fuckin’ pull clips +From everything you’ve ever seen +Wind it back at half-speed +Just to find the part where niggas lied to you +So check my scene if it applies to you +If not, fuck it; turn it off, bye to you + +[Verse 1] +But anyway, I’m back again +Hope you don't miss me, Black FM +Feet firmly planted in the clouds as always +A sack of dreams deferred, I'll leave em in the hallway +Don’t worry, you won’t have to see em +Coincidence you want the bars, I want my freedom +I guess this is the necessary lead-in +Before the scars, loss, boys, feelings oh gosh +Know when Jeanie be going in on her demons, how far +And not even revealing all the cards +I deal, I dealt with blows beyond the belt, pause +Shit that if I told you, you’d be drinking like myself, god +But I’m all right without a reason to do well, star +My Mama was the last thing I wrote the tales for +Inside I’m tailspinning down with napalm +Strapped to my brain and on my back a flamethrower +Oh, you love it, what you came for +I tell myself that, I don’t really give a fuck what they want +But they paying for it, so pay it forward +Try to think of it like that to save thoughts +I'd be like, I’ll be right back in the same song +Never return and leave the happiest of days more +Cause I don’t get what you be putting me in lanes for +It’s fucking music, what you giving it a name for + +[Hook x2] +I’ve been sayin' everything’s going fine, just takin' some days off +Like everything don’t pay it no mind, been puttin' a face on +But motherfucker, I’ve been goddamn lyin', I’m takin' the grace off +To go back in time, before the summer broke + +[Verse 2] +Well, I guess this is what I aimed for +It's fucking music, what you giving it a name for +I don’t get what you be putting me in lanes for +Never return and leave the happiest of days more +I'd be like, I’ll be right back in the same song +I try to think of it like that, but it seems wrong +Pay it forward, they paying for it +I don’t really give a fuck whatever they want +They love it right, it’s what you came for +I tell myself that, it ain't more +Strapped to my brain, on my back a flamethrower +Inside I’m tailspinning down with napalm +My Mama was the thing I wrote the tales for +I’m all right without a reason, doing well, false +Shit if I told you you’d be drinking like myself, god +How far I got in not revealing all the cards +Oh GOSH +Got Jeanie dishing on her demons +After the scars, loss, boys, feelings +I guess this is the necessary heart bleeding +You want the bars, I want freedom +Dreams deferred, you don’t see ‘em +Keeping my word, so no fleeing +Feet on the ground, always +You can’t stop the wheels of a lost day + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Pay It Forward[Verse 1:] +What, your love to me, I'm laid dead +Just waiting to see you, talking with you +Say you single +I don't need nothing else, there's a secret +(Full of you, more than love) +Now [?] +(Full of you, more than love) + +[?] + +[Verse 2:] +Your love to me, I'm laid dead +What, your love to me, I'm laid dead +Just waiting to see you, talking with you +Say you single +I don't need nothing else, there's a secret +(Full of you, more than love) +Now [?] +(Full of you, more than love) + +[?] +************************************************** +Slide[Intro:] +I want you +I want you unless you want me baby + +[Verse 1:] +Sorry bout your need +That don't look good +And I give you all that I can give +You know that together we could do this now +Ask you for [words unclear] + +[Chorus:] +So let’s get the talking, and get down to you and me +Let's slide + +[Verse 2] +I need you, need you too +I need by you [?] +If you talk to me [?] +All the things they thought you don't see +You know that together we could do this now +Let's forever [?] + +[Chorus] + +[Outro:] +You know together we could +Let's slide +Oh, we can +You know together we could +Let's slide +************************************************** +Admire QuagmireWaste no time to kick the conversation +Man I'm hardly patient like minorities placed in +An ENR on the wait list, horribly blatant +Like I'm modern RnB I got seniority made +Lips spit game quicker, got no time I can play with +I'm a Rick James nigga give it to me don't say shit +Can truly be basement, red light +I might not make a move and be faithful +If you move with me graceful +Have you move in to Greyskull if you don't ruin the mood +And when we rude to get grave skull +If you don't catch it too 'cause I'm a feud and a faceful +You get canned up great updated like Facebook +Forget man's plans like hey look you stay shook as Ali +Michael J. Fox, Tone Wop and other infamous from mobs raps +Jean poppin' shit a lot, not +'Cause everytime you with the queen you dream of +Rocks being copped for the ring +Ring finger picture linger in your brain +Bring liquor with you if you wish to gain points +Not score, maybe I'll get my rocks off +And you can get lock jaw but Don no sleep I'm a rock star +Minus the coke, even if the finest still nope +I get my high on legally, frequently +Holy lines of dope require frequency +Don't you wish you could kiss her, up sticks your wood +When I kick a sixteen, no guy spits so good +Things you wanna ask me, hittin' on me backstage +Wishing that your speech had a backspace +Friends are like "You mad gay son, you fucked up badly" +If I had the floor, I murder all the fucking bag Grae +I thought I told you that Miss Jeannie was the anti-Ghostface +Not music I don't fuck fans no place +Here's a little woo too, for all you boys out there +You don't choose me, I choose you +And oh yeah, giggity giggity, Quagmire, alright +************************************************** +Lights OffTurn the lights off +Turn the lights off + +[Verse] +Jeanie's such a mean girl, Jeanie advance from them +Beating up your team and leave you bleeding [?] +There's really no competing on this team, don't answer then +Keep your motherfucking green, no gambling +Bumbling, you're mumbling your words just cancel them +'Cause no one cares for them and no one asked for them +And you ain't masculine and I ain't masculine +But then again I'm feminine it comes with the vag [?] +You know Jean rules +Maybe you can see it from some of these clues +Clever and vegan, I wanna be you, I'm kidding +Me, I'd rather be two girls with a cup +A couple of peeps I fuck with, nothing but love +A couple of freaks I fuck, yep, nothing but love +A couple of geeks I fuck, yep, nothing but love +And in a couple of weeks there'll be a couple of thugs + +[Hook] +See, that's me when I walk up in the place, yes +Double fist drinks doing a two step +And everybody knows don't fuck with me, come on +That's me +And that's you when you walk up in the place, nah +Everybody wishing that you would've stayed home +I don't even think you know +That that's you homie +Yeah, that's me +You hear that? +Yeah, that's me +They so happy to see me +And that's you, ouch +Yes, that's you +Then me + +[Verse] +Jeannie, mercenary amazingest +On everybody's most hated and favorites list +They curse [?] black made the list +I reverse inertia, learn the words that I'm saying and shit +Or you can raise your wrist and raise it and wager the risk of failing +You'll just gain a couple of permanent braces +Saying they should've been vertical +Saying let me murder you +I'm here for the community and numerals curfew [?] +I'm for the people quite like a kegal [?] +Exercise dumb but prostitutes regal [?] +I stay with a crown, I salute, you stay down +If you say the greatest now, straight out of Cape Town + +[Hook] +See, that's me when I walk up in the place, yes +Double fist drinks doing a two step +And everybody knows don't fuck with me, come on +That's me +And that's you when you walk up in the place, nah +Everybody wishing that you would've stayed home +I don't even think you know +That that's you, homie +Yeah, that's me +Yeah, that's me +And that's you +That's you +Then me +Jeannie + +Turn the lights off +Turn the lights off +Turn the lights off +Turn the lights off +************************************************** +What The Hell[Hook] +Nigga what? What? +What the hell are y'all looking for? +Can't a black woman make money anymore? +What the hell are y'all looking for? +Can't a black girl write rhymes anymore? +C'mon, what the hell are y'all looking for? +Can't a black woman get money anymore? +Nah really +What the fuck are you looking at? +Seriously, stop it + +[Verse] +Logically I should be ahead of the game +Pass spit flame rhymes, passed in fame time so I claim mine +Contain minors ready to bust, steadily cuss you +Like a T-Tourette's stutter motherfucker none of you want it +I'm pumping your stomach, I'm hungry I need it you waste it +I'm creeping so close that I can finally taste it +It's fire like bile an hour one mile +With the final destination God bless me, the child +And all the trials and tribulations compiled to make me +I'm still faceless but they all see +Number 3 on the wait list, flow is weightless +And my show is graced with an impeccable sense of hatred +Smile sinister rhyme regular never get it +I administer punishment like the bad lieutenant +I'm Flo Jo with a bad knee, I go slow +Except when guns blow I'm Joyner-Kersee +I know y'all enjoyin' the curse at first listen +Then change your positions by the start of verse 3 +Give in, screw till it hurts but remove your distaste +Before I prove your waist jerks the other way from face first +Pray till God stops answerin' but you may not get off your knees +Till He himself puts a hand on 'em +I'm penning anthems this year, get up and stand for them +Up your grands and pennies I got plans for them +Do a handstand on your bandstand right in your show man +Kick a speaker left stage in the front row +Run slow even at gun smoke, my lungs toke +Enough shit to make a fireman think he gonna choke +Done woke yet? I shine like the sun but don't set +So bright, still not in my prime yet +Cut off your privates get blood on your eyelids +Red splash so high then it rains on you violent +Try and test you get divided with pliers I'm restless +I got you on a death wish check list +Like Uma Thurman I'm losin' hurt them +Insert your crew here jerk red dot murder them +I can't stop serving 'em, I am not certain +That you're real clear Jean is the sickest, you're learning 'em +Get your bars up like cali done said +I got mine, it's just over your head now + +[Hook] +What the hell are you looking for? +Can't a black woman make money anymore? +C'mon, what the fuck are you looking for? +Can't a black girl write rhymes anymore? Shit! +What the fuck are y'all looking for? +Can't a black woman make money anymore nigga? +Nah seriously +Don't fucking look at me, I'll fucking smack you +Stop fucking looking at me +I'll fucking smack you right, right in the fucking face +************************************************** +SupaLuv (Acoustic Rehearsal)[Verse 1] +I was a skeptic, hesitant, even when he said +I've heard that line before +It always carried some ill intent for sure +But then he said it some more +Pretend I've never been in love, I'm not getting sprung +But I could miss it, he could be the one +No one better than he could make me believe +I'm 'bout to call my family, be like "I met him, mom" +"Wedding's on! Ready the party!" but instead I'm calm +Surface though, all fireworks, wired up espresso +His expressiveness is impressive as ever, let's go +Chill in the tropics drinking rum punch, One Love +Singing it over lunch he got me love dunced out +My luck's been out, feel me? +It done run south, left me a ton of doubt +It's never fun gettin' the run-around +Wooed easy, I bruise easy +When dudes leave me I get boozed ugly, oh trust me +He's freaking speech though and I'm drinking Goldschlager +A teensy-more-than-moderate feeling you both scatter +Feeling your clothes 'cause you're appealing and you're really close +Thinking of stashing you up in my pockets, being ghost +Check it, I'm long-legged, we could wreck my dorm mattress +You could be my new partner, or my new fetish + +[Hook] +Supa luv for me +I'm looking for the one in all my dreams +Looking for the one in all my dreams +Could you be my supa luv? +I need a supa luv +I need a supa luv + +[Verse 2] +Okay, this one's different now +Step to me dancing, hand in my back pants +And dancing to back tinting +Same line, way fine, he from the Cayman Islands +And my waistline he trace, fine enough flutter my eyelids I'm +Drinking Patron shots, so much the floor shakes +Loving every bit of him he's sputtering the rhythm and +Buttering Grae's ego with the clean-cut pimp-lean +With the clean glean, "I tink I love he!" +Picture us loverly, playing games, he's hugging me +Stay engaged two weeks, eloping out the country +Not a spark of potential and um +Y'all, did I mention he's a tall drink of water? +Sink him into me mentally, intensely feeling him +Intentionally sipping Hennessy, let's leave the building +So we can build more, he's so hot +We can have a family because he told me he got + +[Hook] +Supa Luv for Jean +Something that isn't the hook +You could be the one in all my dreams +Could you be my supa luv? +I need a supa luv +I need a supa luv +And also some god damn water + +[Pause: Jean drinks water] +One, two, three, four + +[Hook] +Supa Luv for Jean +Could you be the supa luv for me? +I'm looking for the one in all my dreams +Could you be my supa luv? +I need a supa luv +I need a supa luv + +[Outro] +The girl in the front needs a supa luv +That guy needs a supa luv +(He needs a supa luv) +Everybody got a supa luv +People who are on the guest list got a supa luv +Even though I need a supa luv +You guys don't pay for the tickets cause you thought you were too special got a supa luv +(It doesn't have to be soup or love) +Why do I have to choose between soup or love? +What is that? Soup or love? +Soup is kinda like love at the same time + +Oh, that's gonna go for a while +************************************************** +The Climb[Intro] +Left foot on, right foot on +You gotta climb +You gotta climb +Left foot on, right foot on +You gotta climb +One, two, three, four, five, six, uh, uh + +[Verse] +On my first step taken I was shaky on the ground +But I left a footprint that was so deep +That when the second step came I got ready fame +'Cause everybody knew me as the heavy foot queen +Third step heard a rep that the girl stomp hard +God damn, Godzilla-like, you gotta feel her right +Shakin' your soul until the sixth done step in +I reckon it was all like wrecking balls +Door smashed in, hot floor starts cracking to four +At five, I was terrorizing neighborhoods +On the news live, fucking up your cable good +Every station I'm on makes Grae an icon +Buckle up the straps on my mary janes, I'm gone +(Two two two) To be exact +Mean the straps for the sixth step pavement crack +Before my foot was even laid I created a crater +So wide that the seventh step wavered, teetered +So I had to learn to levitate (Eight) big shiva +If earth can't hold up my weight then I'll leave her +(Nine) The first steppin' air debonair deity +Rapping air freely direct to the Pleiades +(Ten) I remembered all the men below: perverts +Suckers ain't amazing when they catch you with an upskirt +Grabbing my dress and evanescing to eleven +Birding on the twelve, I'm up in the heavens +Trepidation at the superstition of thirteen +Revelation in my mind said I could burst free +But first divorce the forced thoughts that stall cause +And I ain't stop counting +************************************************** +FH +************************************************** +You Don’t Want It[Intro] +(Mafia) +New York, clap ya hands +Philly, where you at? (come on) +CTSA, DC on back (come on) +Work it back (come on) +Nerds in the back (get goin') +You ain't heard that Jean murda the track +New York, clap ya hands +Philly, where you at? (come on) +CTSA, DC on back (come on) +Work it back (come on) +Nerds in the back (get goin') +(Uhh uhh uh uh uh uh) + +[Verse 1] +Welcome to the mind of the sickest mothafucka on earth +Worse then a brain damaged cripple +Nipple suckin' at birth, dropped (Huh) +I'm dangerous your life is stuffin' your anus +My game is so clutch, even this far from famous, bussin' +Bars sicker than the high of the flu +And if your spine sprouted wings, I'd still be flier than you +The technician man a bomb squad specialist, except in reverse +Blast to the spot, your inhabit first (blaam boom) +Mangle your face up worse than the make-up +That's on Tammy's face pillowcase whenever she wakes up +I'm a terror, Lord Jesus +I got many more reasons to maul y'all wall like venereal diseases +A genius, gracious for gracin' this page +J Grae's a bootlegger's favorite like a case of laid tapes +Take it apart I'll stick a pin in your heart +And leave a time-bomb spinnin' in the rims of your car (come on) Fool + +[Hook] +Everybody get your hands up (come on) +And if your ready to rumble with Jean, stand up (uhh) +Put yah dukes up, "The Gooch's" back, panic, panic +And if you think that I'm playin' nigga can it (you don't want it, no) +Stop poppin' your mouth, you know (you don't want it, no) +East, West, North, to the South, I go (you don't want it, no) +Yah can't stop me come on, the Jeans drop and he gone +Bout to brawl with everybody in this song (you don't want it, no) + +[Verse 2] +Come on let's play catch, put your game faces back up +Make up for time like a watch faced with some [?] +I'm like the new crack in your hood +Grae tops, you better change slots with me when the bass drops +Never part of me, I boast dichotomy +[?] with some comedy, camaraderie +Home girl i'll keep your toes curled like an orgasm +More adamant, more applause, so get your paws clappin' +I had to pause to clap then +Sicker than the clap you got from Maul in the back-end +I'm brawlin' witchu all and then I fall into actin' +It's like those other rappers fuck around, I do it backwards +I got voice-overs up already along the track list +The mass of the masters are with me to the casket "B" +You could learn a shit or two from the business, of Mrs. Grae shit +You need too watch it (oooh) + +[Hook] +Everybody get your hands up (come on) +And if your ready to rumble with Jean, stand up (come on man) +Put yah dukes up, "The Gooch's" back, panic, panic +And if you think that I'm playin' nigga can it (you don't want it, no) +Stop poppin' your mouth, you know (you don't want it, no) +East, West, North, to the South, I go (you don't want it, no) +Yah can't stop me come on, the Jeans drop and he gone +Bout to brawl with everybody in this song (you don't want it, no) + +[Verse 3] +I'm the orator with a smorgasbord, fork you in your corridor +With your future coroner 's report +More rebel-re than you'll ever need +I'm like a double of Hennessy with a chaser of every remedy +(Come on) the opposite of sanitary, my adversaries vocabulary +Smack it like I'm Wesley dick in Halle Berry +Well that was fucked up; I'm lackin' attack +I'm just upset I never heard of Halle smackin' him back +You'll built a shrine to Jean +In nine years when I'm donned like a queen +Plates of excavation, pieces of green, we at the zine of climb +Niggas I preach my time, I got a Googolplex of frugal text +I keep 'em in line, played in Malaysia, Budapest, I stay outspoken +Outta order till the damn prosecution rest +Fanfaronade 'til it sinks in like a marinade +Apparently y'all fallacious fuckers are just scared of me (wooo) + +[Hook] +Everybody get your hands up (come on) +And if your ready to rumble with Jean, stand up (yeah) +Put yah dukes up, "The Gooch's" back, panic, panic +And if you think that I'm playin' nigga can it (you don't want it, no) +Stop poppin' your mouth, you know (you don't want it, no) +East, West, North, to the South, I go (you don't want it, no) +Yah can't stop me come on, the Jeans drop and he gone +Bout to brawl with everybody in this song (you don't want it, no) + +[Outro] +So serious right now man (Mafia) +The Gooch (wooo) \ No newline at end of file