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Bars, Vol. 1
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[Verse 1]
I hit 'em with a little bit a rhythm and a synonym
Perfect gentleman, spice like cinnamon
JJ Cumin, human, then again
I'm a dog like Rin Tin Tin and 'em
Deep like Eminem, please no skimmin' 'em
Freeze these dummies like a mannequin
Spit venom and I spin a carcinogen
Take that break to a wake like Finnegan
Endin in it? Just a minute, I'm beginnin it
Grinnin, 'cause I'm winnin' every inning and I been in it
Runnin' unopposed, independent candidate
Killin' it with the Q Bro Syndicate
Stack rhymes like rooms in a tenement
Did it for ya benefit, witness can I get?
Thought a bit about it then I hit the internet
Too much attention, wish I was ten again
[Verse 2]
The kid ya might know from the dino rap
Breakin' records like the vinyl cracked
Y'all stink to high heaven like rhino crap
But mine go to eleven like Spinal Tap
You're fine ol' chap, but I'm a young buck
Reppin' a lyrical weapon, like a nunchuk
I'm so pumped up, I leave ya dumbstruck
Y'all spit so much trash ya need a dump truck
Run, duck, yeah, head for the hills
Flow so cold make ya temperature chill
Pops gave me props and a pen to get ill
Drew a liquid sword, then I went for the kill
We outside, y'all glued to the tube
Old skool soul, but I'm new to the troupe
MC's get ate, yeah, chewed up and spewed
JJ, from the Q Brothers crew
[Verse 3]
My raps is wild fire, see the hazy sky?
Ya raps is basic like a navy tie
Hangin wit my uncles, crazy guys
Wanderin the world like a lazy eye
Can't glaze me, why? I'm still underrated
Far from conceited but I'm still undefeated
Real ones deleted? Not likely
I'm built to last, they not like me
Not Keef but a Chief Executive
Got no phone, can't text the kid
Don't think I'm next to flip? I beg to diff'
Who rap this hard with no expletives?
Short on the court, rhyme twice as tall
Boy, I'm a Burna, spit nice ya knaw
Keepin it spicy y'all
Bring the heat like my grandma's rice and daal
[Verse 4]
JJ, from the Go, yo wassup Chi-Town!
When I rhyme, know it's time to get up right now
I see a strange thing, lift one eyebrow
For all my demodogs in the upside down
Catch me ridin' 'round my hood on my ten speed
Pen bleeds sweet 16's to leave ya frenzied
Frosty flow, I got it from Wendy's
Hip hop alien, call me MC Wemby
Love rap from Wutang to 2 Chainz
I'm the new face, so sweet ya get a toothache
Goin international, I'm packin' my suitcase
My Career Mode like I'm rappin' in 2K
Green light! Then they run
Y'all fake like a toupee, I'm friendly fun
Ladi Dadi Karate, I'm ya sensei son
Lyrics clean like all white MJ 1's
The game lookin' feeble and cheap, evil and bleak
Bringin' back real rap, indeed, I'm a beast
You see that I'm deep, speakin' on beats
You sheepish like a sleepover when you peed in the sheets
Foil on a burrito, what I'm seeking to be
You see what I mean? I'm keeping the heat (Ha)
Plus I'm bleepin' elite, when I'm greetin' the peeps
You know I had to return, I didn't need a receipt
My vocab ridiculous, read it and weep
If you need me to cease the beatin', then concede a defeat
Heed it 'cause it's fleetin to cheat
And I'm still tryin' to meet an emcee I couldn't beat in my sleep
I'm needin' a feedin', that's why I'm eating the weak
One of a kind sneakers, I graffiti my feet
Ya prolly missed sum'n, 'less ya keyed into me
So let it all loop if ya need a repeat
Peace
Written by: Jeffrey Qaiyum, Julius Qaiyum
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