Gem Kelly Lyrics

Enter, Jim, Dragon, Kelly

You fought well yesterday

Your style is unorthodox, but effective

It is not the art, but the combat that you enjoy

Yeah, yo, they got me, yo, yeah

They got me penciled in the game with automatic aim

I'm tatted over my veins, grew up in house of pain

I leveled up in every facet, look what I became

I'm reaching different heights of fame because I spit insane

Rare breed, sex appeal on Miami Vice

Everything is custom, break her back over something nice

Hit like Jim Kelly, my Pam Grier ride through the night

Spit crack dynamite, hit the face like Iron Mike

Speed Bruce Lee, chest on Chuck Norris, man

Rap superstar, slide off in electric Porsche

Making bigger moves, putting bitches in figure fours

Made a thousand songs, still spitting s**t you ain't heard before

I ain't going in there, it's a fortress

Fortress or no, it's top priority

So am I, it's suicide

Now I'm asking you as a favor

Get a couple tanks and blast it down

It is defeat that you must learn to prepare for

When it comes, I won't even notice

I'll be too busy looking good

I level up, Showtime Ramon, my name is known

Beat it up like Black Belt Jones and heading home

I'm the illest out, feel it all through my skeleton

Spit white girl, bars taller than Della Don

Flipping s**t like a swanton or twist of fate

Couldn't f**k with me, hear my voice and go masturbate

Throw it in the air, Kobe Bryant the number eight

Spitting heat in front, bad bitches in roller skates

Drunken boxing, turning up like I'm tipsy

Smoking on exotics, all of my fingers sticky, man

Gold handle cutlery, eat like my time is ticking

Shots to the face like pressure from Doug Christie, bitch

Switching lanes, hydroplaning in my pen shifty

Knee deep in the game, she feel it all in her kidney

360 roundhouse, I knock em dizzy

Clutching on her titties, I'm taking over the city

Bulls**t, Mr. Handman