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Yeah You listening? Uh Yow I pick up J Sounds, pass through Rae Town (Uh huh) Haters watch the paper that I take down (They watching) I take 'em to their maker when I came round (Yeah) Thought they staying outta danger at the safehouse Caught them waiting for a favor or a bail out Instead of racing to formulate an escape route I'm amazing with the flavor, I can't say how Give praises to the savior, many names now Blazing and the neighbor say it's way loud She take in some the vapor from the grey clouds You can weigh it and the scale ah say it's eight pounds If you inhaling, it gonna be laying you straight down (Whoo) People raised in Jamaican, who we make proud On stages, I'm playing for the paying crowd (Uh) In the pages, they saying I have a great sound (Yeah) I'm the greatest, I'm making sure they ain't doubt (There's none) You hear what I'm doing? Yow Sword swinger, my style is pure ninja Dirty like the streets that the whores linger (Grimy) Beats smack you like a ring across four fingers Leave you wailing like a ballroom floor singer I'm way above the competition Fuck the song submission and the blog I'm pitching (Yeah) If I'm not a god, it's the wrong religion Me not on point, that's a contradiction Ten years strong with the catalogue Don't mix me up wid dudes that can't rap at all (Please don't) This rap game about skills like basketball That's why industry plants try to pass it off I could never let them get the props If they on the show, I hafta wreck the spot Bomb in their mail, obliterate their letter box I been on the rise, just check my stocks (Just check my stocks) Yow, yow, yow In my hands, the mic is a weapon Strike in a second, take ya life wid a record Drop gems, top price for the lesson Give thanks, I have a right to these blessings Top rated by everybody not hating Everything I drop, hot, blazing For the Hip Hop nation, not the pop station Drums knock ya face in, have your block shaking J Sounds riddim like a sound system Dudes claim king but their crown missing Never me, 'cause I paid the dues Made major moves, it's all deja vu (Uh huh) Wherever they at, I'm on a higher tier (Higher tier) They can't walk in my shoes or try a pair For yard rap, I been a pioneer Kingston on my back, our time is here First Coast, muthafucka, our time is here First Coast, muthafucka, our time is here
Writer(s): Peter Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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