True Original

Yeah... Five Steez, Mordecai... This is my art... This is my life... Yow Look where I'm at, been to hell and back Went broke then I regained my stacks (got it back) Tried this corporate life, I can't walk it right They want my time, they just can't talk my price (uh uh) It's time to step, Hip Hop, I'ma vet Independent, unconcerned I'm not as signed as yet (yeah) Music has blessed me 'cause I do it correctly You may not know me but consumers respect me Internationally known, JA's actually home I bring the new, these rappers is clones I can map out their blueprint, point out their flaws I'm hardcore, putting joints out that's raw I need to get on the road, a cheque for every flow On my grind, doing it all can be a heavy load I need management handling my bookings And appearances, (what else?) getting sample clearances So I can be a lyricist, but I'm running businesses Maybe I'm the entrepreneur, always onto more Time will tell, I know my rhymes will sell On tour, getting encores, pushing merch I'll soon be everywhere, no need to look or search That's sure, 'cause all I do is put in work People asked for the real and I'm here now On the come up, been at this for many years now Let me talk to you... Yow A lot of frauds in the game, now it's my time (I see dem) They get lost in the fame, there's a fine line Between the mirage in your brain and your right mind Pause what you saying, check my fly rhymes The essence is here, the true original Leave peasants in fear, your crew is pitiful We super lyrical, probably bruise ya physical But I rather do a miracle then move to Pinnacle (Rastafari) Real revolutionary, no dreadlocks If it wasn't for this music, there'd be red dots Politician head shots and dead cops Fuck a suicide mission or a Fed box I'm trying to see every damn continent (all over) With these words, spark something that's positive Let's get this money, dawg, forget politics We should be coming off tour, copping whips Moving like operatives, black vehicles for black people Releasing rap sequels most cannot equal (uh uh) I'm the undisputed, don't doubt my music You clowns are stupid, sounding foolish You come around and I'm like who dis? (who you?) You know who I am, I ask and you is I'm sure to be a legend if I'm not already Plus I'm Jamaican so I'm rocking steady Of course, I'm blazing like Doctor Reggie Like getting pasta ready, I need Mozarelli To change my life like DMX and Nas in Belly Didn't need Pac to tell me on Makaveli It's MOB, and death to my enemies It's all love as long as they don't mess with me Immerse myself in music and it's ecstasy Catch me in the lab, cooking fine recipes