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Black 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 Lecter 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 bellydance 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
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