I'm Lethal II Lyrics

Most of these cats don't understand

I'm lethal when I got the mic in my hand

Most of these cats don't understand

I'm lethal when I got the mic in my hand (Mic in my hand, yeah)

It ain't a problem (It ain't a problem, J)

Jaws drop when I spit, my whole mouth is on fire

Delivering the words to the minds, I'm the driver

A lyricist designer, designed in rap

I'm a match to the world, all my rhymes are black

Never needed jack, but a pen, a pad, and a mic

Attracting demons in sight like a red flag on the right

I'll be the middle to the night like a man in the center

Building up more flows, as an musical inventor

People fake love and they wanna see you fall

Like an unscrewed eyeball breaking down a brick wall

I call 'em phonies and their homies are the goofballs

If you don't like me, then respect me with the truth, y'all

Rage through my telescope gave me the last straw

Fighting for peace like my past has it's last brawl

Lil J doesn't need no friends

All I need is the mic in my hands

Most of these cats don't understand

I'm lethal when I got the mic in my hand

Most of these cats don't understand

I'm lethal when I got the mic in my hand

It ain't a problem

Most of these, most of these, most of these

My lyrics are so fresh like a smell of febreze

Made Satan sick enough to give his hell a disease

My plan is to decrease him, until he's worthless

Erase his demons in my mirror, so my vision can be perfect

A clear motion to chase success

Invent history through music, be forever the best

Testing lyrics in my brain for results, I'm a straight A visionary

Fighting through my struggles with a good pray

Staying focused on the mic that I'm given

Ejected my past, my future's no longer missing

Racing towards the finish line from the beginning

While being a wrecking ball, as my head is spinning

Emotional thinking made my brain think wrong

I've found myself, with a goal to stay strong, uh

Lil J doesn't need no friends

All I need is the mic in my hands

Most of these cats don't understand

I'm lethal when I got the mic in my hand

Most of these cats don't understand

I'm lethal when I got the mic in my hand

It ain't a problem

Stacking money in my bank with my little paycheck

If moving on means pushing all the fake ones away, bet

I'll pay my debt to go insane for some free meds

Piling up my paper for some grain like wheat bread

Wrote 'til my pencil ran outta led

Kept my circle small after being pushed to the edge

Adding fire to my heated watch

It's time to spark up rhymes 'til they boil in the steam pot

Step in my Chevy, fool, it's time to go

To the studio, to spit more diamond flows

My flows so high, they'll never be low

I'm a breath of fresh air on mics like weed to blow

Homie, what's your beef?, stay away from my clique

Go hang with the greens and the cabbage 'til they're crisp, uh

Cause Lil J doesn't need no friends

All I need is the mic in my hands

Most of these cats don't understand

I'm lethal when I got the mic in my hand

Most of these cats don't understand

I'm lethal when I got the mic in my hand