JPROCK3644/JPRAP!! Lyrics

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Dissonant as hell

I said this previously before, you fell

I never had a choice but yet, rebel

It's difficult to be direct, to tell

I'm really straight up doing well

Fuck a bitch and then I'm out that bitch

Split the loosies, that's not even it

I got books I'm trying to collect

Lyrics been on match, like phosphorus, I'm lit

I don't need chorus I can actually mix

Parents in marriage, I'm unbastardly it

Calling the shots, a director willing to kill

I could pick what's used and what's not, so you out the frame and clip

And I ain't even use a clip

The Switch is caught, I captured it

City of God, the trigger make the flick

Airsoft, Nerf up with the fake shit

P6, put it up, riding on the zip

Cease the fire or I'm sending you ten billion angels

Kill a spire, I'm a knight in armor reaping danger

In the shadow with an arrow and I'm aiming at you

Dissonant as hell

I said this previously before, you fell

I never had a choice but yet, rebel

It's difficult to be direct, to tell

I'm really straight up doing well

Someone turn it around, I'm spittin' similar flow

Don't give a fuck what your spiel is, my words hit like a bell

Soul is Patti LaBelle, string Vivaldi and Bach

My Coltrane is the sax, my drums are Dilla and Quest

My music strong all around

Send a link to the chat, the samples stack when I'm in

You'll never know what it is, pick it out from the back

When I flip it, that's it, the boss can't get it at all

If the rock Japanese, I know the beat gon' be immaculate

I don't know what prog-rock band gon' hear me there

Amiri show from the Alc had me itchin' to go

If I had cash like flows, I would have been in the air

Tough to say when I'll be, I'm aiming after I G, R, A, D, U, A, T, E

Spellin' shit lame as hell

But when it fit what I mean, I'll drop it in like a shell

Tell 'em no like I'm Zero, they against what I said

I'm still standing right here

And my tape is too clean, no angels taking it there

It's already from hell, it's already robotic, it's already the fastest

And it's not even out yet, it's not even out yet

Alright, this is when it gets crazy

Veni, vidi, vici, yuh

But they just don't get it

Huh, Huh

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, huh, yeah

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, huh, yeah

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, huh, huh

Double horns on me, like I'm double cupped up

Sippin' on the chat, like I'm vomiting words up

Leave it in the air like smoke I cough up

I put a money tree, make it grow with old stuff

Driving too fast had to take the top off

And shawty feel the breeze, like she chill with the top off

Brought fake flowers to the table of rich men

I brought fake fauna to the one who hate real pets

Wrap it up in fur like a taxidermist

You need a new excuse, like I'm tired of hearin' this

Stay being fake like the lion I gave him

And I'm too legit, hit the mall with a new fit

Didn't need that, but it was what it had to be

Walkin' out this bitch with a stamp on a new degree

I put a suit on but it's not really suitin' me

Rap in every way, I might spit it in Japanese

I gotta take a trip when the passport is with me

Swimming in the fresh, I'ma see you in Italy

Everybody hear it when I wanna like Rigby

My main man Mitch in the station with me

Put the tape in 'cause I play what I gotta play

And fuck what you say, 'cause I'm speakin' out anyway

I send 'em to the back like a shirt that's on layaway

And turn into a villain like I put on a metal face

Bitch I'm goin mad, bitch I'm too fast

Sleep too well, bitch I'm in my bag

I'm money cash, take me to the bank

Turn into a number, add 'em to the stack

Rack up interest, I'm offensive

Fuck you, fuck the one who's listenin'

Sit on benches, in the mentions

Make beats with the beat-senders, ha

Talk about the Boldy show and Solo

Had me trippin' up and I wasn't even solo

Red light shine on me in a photo

Gum with a gun, like a straw at your front door

I keep a frame in the pocket, not froze though

I can't lag when I see you clicked up, on god

Can't glitch when the screen turned on, in my room like Law

I'm at the show

Copped some new clothes and they fittin' me well 'cause they fire like the flow

Fire like the light, fight like I'm Mike

Get in the ring and I look at you like you in enemy sights

Fire like a fly, fire in the stove

Cookin' you slow, you is a chicken, you is a foe

Fake like the fur on the coat, okay

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, huh, okay

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, okay

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay

See me get it, see me fuckin' run up at it, yuh, okay