Paroles de #8
What up Jean, you know theres a lot of nonsense in thestreets right now, you see it right? Tell 'em whats up
[Jean Grae]
Possibly I could, dropping some knowledge I should
But I ain't finish college and I'm not a Kanye, got it? Good
Intelligent rhetoric,
brain packed like a tenament
Aimed back at the tenants
, my face crack in a venomous rage
I really wanna blaze all you, burn you like 8 whores do
Hurl you like Florida storm furniture
Permanent marker Jean is tagging blacking up on your
partners penis
Pardon the phoenix
I mark you plus I bark the meanest
Hardly elitist, I know the struggle
I mostly bubble underground like a soda below some broken
rubble
At ground zero
, I get down nigga, like them brown people
Saturday Night just waiting Sonny Cheeba, lift ya
I'll levitate the scriptures just so I can see 'em better
Each and every letter was conceived by Jean
I'm the Coretta
Scott King of my day I mean,
standing by my mate, my king Pick up your soul and then control it whats bigger than
that?
You don't like the way I flow? "She needs more emotion"? No
I'll give you emotion its you holding your broken nose
And leave you comatose with a pound of Columbia snow
At your side when the cops arrive, they'll just say you
overdosed
This ain't a battle, I would make your cranium rattle
Skull in pain as if a hundred veins had popped a dangerous
madam
The Heidi Fleiss of words
like a verse, find a purse
I could make you love me if you fuck with me violence occurs
New York pimp game the worst chick since the
birth of the words
That I first met on a Thursday I think I'm cursed
Don't blink niggas, cause I will figure
A way to kill you in a second with my ring finger
Think quicker, my visions multiplied like liquor drinkers
I kick your sister 'til shes crippled making you step with
her
Cause I could mark you too, show you what a dart could do
When your aorta's the target, nigga pardon you...
Aimed back at the tenants
, my face crack in a venomous rage
I really wanna blaze all you, burn you like 8 whores do
Hurl you like Florida storm furniture
Permanent marker Jean is tagging blacking up on your
partners penis
Pardon the phoenix
I mark you plus I bark the meanest
Hardly elitist, I know the struggle
I mostly bubble underground like a soda below some broken
rubble
At ground zero
, I get down nigga, like them brown people
Saturday Night just waiting Sonny Cheeba, lift ya
I'll levitate the scriptures just so I can see 'em better
Each and every letter was conceived by Jean
I'm the Coretta
Scott King of my day I mean,
standing by my mate, my king Pick up your soul and then control it whats bigger than
that?
You don't like the way I flow? "She needs more emotion"? No
I'll give you emotion its you holding your broken nose
And leave you comatose with a pound of Columbia snow
At your side when the cops arrive, they'll just say you
overdosed
This ain't a battle, I would make your cranium rattle
Skull in pain as if a hundred veins had popped a dangerous
madam
The Heidi Fleiss of words
like a verse, find a purse
I could make you love me if you fuck with me violence occurs
New York pimp game the worst chick since the
birth of the words
That I first met on a Thursday I think I'm cursed
Don't blink niggas, cause I will figure
A way to kill you in a second with my ring finger
Think quicker, my visions multiplied like liquor drinkers
I kick your sister 'til shes crippled making you step with
her
Cause I could mark you too, show you what a dart could do
When your aorta's the target, nigga pardon you...
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