[Intro: Jane Doe]
Uh. Jane Doe, Eddie Ill & D.L. Tape 4. Jane Doe double EP coming. Jane Doe. Uh huh
[Verse 1: Jane Doe]
As I cross these bits, scoring with an a**ist
Time hang from my wrist, rupturing like a cyst
Jane Doe, n***a. We build songs with mathematics
Flowing is automatic. Now it's laced with graphics
It's tragic. Wack b**hes want to see me
I cancel their rhymes like shows from TV
Supreme being or the lyrical Elohim
The rap queen, whether it's clean or obscene
n***as get weened. I stay taking breath
‘Cause I speak that sh** you feel under your left breast
I confess I'm tormented by demons
My mom got shot up with some bad semen
Straight from the Devil, I elevate one level
p**y stay getting wet from the ba** and the treble
I'm a slave to the rhythm—it's in my bloodline
I got more rhymes than cops at election time
You heard me on Tribe, then it was Black Star
My Reflection's Eternal like a new car
I shine. Ain't no need to say more
I'm just a opening act but I stole a whole tour
Motherf**er
[Verse 2: Ray Rip Ya'll]
Omega shatter, flow underwater to breathe
Force you to genuflect ‘til you develop fluid on your knees
My impact is like a tremendous hard punch that cause
An irregular beating, but, to me, it's just a regular beating. I failed
To understand reasoning since a seedling
Beating, so where's you mom with that evil rhythm? Sitting
In Hell, freezing with the most wrap/rap while my rhymes
Crumble ecosystems. After we inhale
Your metropolis, we let it settle in. A high-yellow n***a
With magic melanin that transform to metal skin
That give a f** about your d**h threat. My vital organs
Are bulletproof with a force field over your headset
Crush your spinal tap down to your a** crack
Crushing you down like NASDAQ. Perhaps you should
Reconsider that tone of voice of yours, or I'll be forced
To unleash the heat I hold to melt your vocal cords
It's the [?] cut from the same
Mold that shaped the mighty Zeus and Apollo
Frame built like an '87 Volvo with poetic novels
You full of sh**? I'll still make you feel hollow
You can't wait for me to bust—you're all ready to swallow
But, see, I don't have a gimmick for y'all to follow
Wasn't born with crazy game. Besides, I don't hold
Guns right—I got a lazy aim but I spit rapid
Fire rhymes that connect like daisy chains
All my dawgs are losing, I'll put gunpowder in their gravy train
To bite a chunk out your a**. You're so b**h
You should retain a maiden name, motherf**er