Jean Grae - #8 lyrics

[Edgar Allen Floe] What up Jean, you know theres a lot of nonsense in the streets 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 tenement Aimed back at the tenants, my face crack in a venomous rage I really wanna blaze all you, burn you like 8 who*es 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 n***a, like them brown people Saturday Night, Geechi Suede and 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 Planning for Jamaica honeymooning, vacationing Cd breaking in, skipping on this track like I've been scraping it

Scraping it, scraping it, bring it back Sicker than rap. I'll stick you with a picket axe 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 f** 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 n***as, cause I will figure A way to k** 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, n***a pardon you...