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Lyrics:
Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt,
Hear me deliverin this phat ass verse, been puttin in work,
Eventually Ill master the craft and sit back, grab the phone and tell the boss to kiss my ass,
You wont see me in the mornin, 8 oclock on the button,
Ill be on the lake fishin, blazin fire with my cousin,
(THATS IT) As I become one with the fish,
Collect my thoughts for a bit until Im ready to spit,
Pick up my celly and shit, then proceed to hit up my kids
and connect em voice dialed through sprint, I tell em meet me at the spot with some hot ish,
They say Jimmy you got lyrics?, SON I GOT THIS!!
Continuously the past two days kid I been writin,
Had to polish my game to make the stage show excitin,
Its frightenin, while yall hang loose we keep it tightened,
Yall talk like thunder, we show and prove like lightnin ,
Aight then, why you always hatin on me?
Im doin my thing on stage, I make the crowds move for free,
I aint getting paid nothin, so why you frontin?
With all that hard talkin youre about to start something
You dont really wanna get into,
Ill disassemble your nose, and possibly puncture a lung too,
With a one then a two combination youre through,
Blows from my Timberland boots leave you bruised like bad fruit,
(SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess the skills
To rip mics, when Im sober, when Im schwilled I keep it real,
With my vocabulary spills Im ill, like L, with lyrical skill,
Like Hyundai cause I Accel,
Whack competitors get whaced if their styles an act,
Its been a long time but Im back on the GCH track,
I speak on fact while most of yall cats be preachin fiction,
The way you rhyme and live in lifes a contradiction,
You need to listen closely to the words I speak,
Also get accustomed used to the word defeat,
Bless beats like a Roman priest from dusk til dawn,
My written flow be holy water, I spray shit til your gone
Extra, Extra
Read all about it,
You takin us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra
Read all about it,
You takin us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Ring the alarm, cause Travie Won is shining,
Ring the alarm, cause Ive begun refining,
Ring the alarm, cause GCH is coming,
Ring the alarm, and hear the drummer drumming,
Ring Ring the alarm, bring it back to react and respond,
Ill Pierce your teflon vest with Double Os like James Bond,
Me say Mon, it be no problem, like a Jamaican,
You ought never to try and compare this to you because you fakin
(BUM-BA-CLAHT) You must have been so severely mistaken,
If Hip-Hop todays a yard full of leaves, its time for rakin,
Aint no time for playin, pay attention to these words Im sayin,
Cause these might be the feet which to whom you will be prayin,
Verbal slayin, the last be first, first shall be last,
In like 2 point 5 I get medieval on your ass,
Play on the grass, but you know youre bound to step in doo-doo,
Never no need to front, cause we dont be frontin like you do,
On some real shit, you dont wanna do nothin now do you?
So screw you, were true warriors like Shaka Zulu,
With that juice, not like Tupacs Bishop but Desmond Tutu,
And there you have it, most of yall be quick to speak on Travis,
Not even knowin the full capabilities of his madness,
You thought you had this, when you cant even come near me,
In fact just you thinking that shit is kinda scary,
Im leavin heads Gratefully Dead like Jerry.
Extra, Extra
Read all about it,
You takin us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra
Read all about it,
You takin us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Everythings in the process, mad stress no rest,
You could test but youll never ever penetrate this lyrical crest,
Im armor, youll get slapped with this fat rosey palm,
Ask your mama, about that last soap opera drama,
Son Im wicked, do you want a first class ticket,
To a beatin, show your ass and Im inclined to kick it,
Keep it real, thats just another bum ass deal,
Sometimes I feel it makes me get a little crazy like seal,
But Im survivin, aint drivin cause I just got my license,
All I got to my name is lint, a Herkimer diamond, and 79 cents,
And a mountain bike thats just about as broke as my pockets,
Im broke to the point that Im about to pull my own eye sockets,
But theres more to life than just them new Jordans, and right now
Im rockin anything my Dads affordin, I come complete
Whole like Vitamin D, while cats just Skim the surface,
If 2% is real the other 98 is nervous,
Open your eyes, take off them shades you aint the secret service,
Dont be surprised, realize that No disguise can hide your worthless,
Ive tried and cried a million times to find my sole purpose,
Ive tried and cried a million times to find my soul purpose.
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