Jam Session ft. Lord Cinic Lyrics

Monie in the middle where she at in the middle

My thoughts are abstract, I rap in riddles

Jazz a little, grandpops ate peanut brittle

Or crunch and munch, ham and cheese sandwich for lunch

Always choosing snickers over Nestle Crunch

record a verse in one take I never like to punch

Play the role of Perry Mason, follow my hunch

Solve the caper, baby girl you doing too much

Murder she wrote, growing up we all was broke

Surrounded by poverty like a cloud of smoke

Can't escape, pursued our dreams and hope

That things get better before we see the Holy Ghost

The Ivory Coast, slave trade, it chartered the most

One way trip, slave ships, trying to rock the boat

R.I.P. Aaliyah and PHIFE Dawg I see ya

We The People, it's movement we trying to free ya

Put your hands together, give me a soul clap

Where's my bro's at? Giving you a soul clap

Where my ladies? Drive em crazy, ya know that

Rhythm and poetry, give me a Soul Clap

I'm where your soul at

Can I kick it? get kicked out evicted,

My buddy, Bonita Applebaum, delicious

So what's so what's so what's the scenario? fictitious

Lost my wallet, gotta wash these dishes

Bugging out on our travels you know the story

"You on point Tip?" All the time PHIFE for glory

Industry rule #4,080... Artists charge for promo on IG are craaaazy

Kids watch your stacks, they trying to get racks

Since they can't hit the stage you get knifed in the back

Verified account, look good when they hit you back

Instant gratification, validating you can rap

Hold up, wait a minute! I think it's a trap

I sent u songs for years. How you just getting back?

The bottom line its about the dollar signs

We The People. That ain't the culture

You out of line