It's Time I Release

Listen up everybody, this ain't no game

It's something for the brain that should remain

Upon a conscious note, so stay afloat, don't drown

Hold on to the lyrics 'cause that is the flow

Dealing with intelligence on a rhyming level

It's a mutha, man, and it's a helluva

Way to express yourself, for real, no toy

Ignorance causes death, that's the deal, boy

Stick your tongue into a jar of acid

Pour it in your mouth, die slowly, now relaxin'

Slow death is what it's like

When you test the rhythm and the rhyme of the one Just-Ice

Right, I think it's time, my man, that you heard of

My name and it means quick murder

Take the first part of my name, don't rush

I could make a fresh rhyme with the word "just"

Just defiance, just the violence

Just to bang, just a sentence, just a style and

Just a feeling, just legit, just coming on strong

Just don't need the other bullshit

It's not cool to use profanity

People might think I lost my sanity

But I'm fed up, I can't take it no more

Wack MCs writing rhymes on a see-saw

Up and down and never ever straight

In a circle in which I can't relate

I need to hear a rhyme dealing with my time

If it's not here, I'll search until I find

What I'm looking for, I mean a lot more

If it's not on the street, how the hell could it be in the store?

It has to come from the brain, manifested

With the jewels of Allah, that's a blessing

All those who fail to relate, they come to spectate

And I guarantee you will disintegrate

Then vanish upon my arrival

Nothing suicidal, it's just vital

To look upon me, the man of the universe

Dominant intelligence, original first

That's the point I had to make

Before I break a fool, it gets late and ante up the stakes

It's a rhyming feast, I won't cease or tease

But party people, it's time I release

Concentrate on the lyrics 'cause the beat is hype

Or dope, yo, call it what you like

I'm not here to praise myself

Or disrespect anybody else

I have a duty, naturally sworn to do

Speak my piece, get my message across to you

It's very physical but not cynical

It's emphatical, the rhymes are a radical

No big words to sound pretty and sweet

Just the straight out facts coming from the streets

I can't help it, but when I hear a wack rhyme

All praises due to Allah, it's not mine

My temper just rises, I get very angry

And hope for the day the sucker tried to play me

Y'all think I changed my style, went strictly reggae

But let me tell y'all, that's mere hearsay

What I do, I do it to the best

Now that point's clear, let's get set

And party to the music that sounded so nice

KRS got the beat, on the mic it's Just-Ice

The time is now, the bomb to be dropped

All suckers line up and get rocked

All the rhymes with fancy style riffs

Don't mean nothing to me 'cause that shit's a weak skit

Straight up and down and to the point exact

None of that double and triple 'cause that's wack

What I mean, crystal clear and clean

Bass and beats, for that you know I fiend

I'm dangerous, a microphone maestro

Don't even mess around if you know what I know

Quiet and subtle with a quick rebuttal

Attack the weak and for the sweet, I love ya

On and on for the calm, I never fall

Lyric for lyric and oh yes, yes, y'all

My name is Just, I don't mean just making it

Or just faking it, but just taking it

No shit, for sure, for holdin' it

For the original price, for the original price