[ INTRO: JUICE ]
Ey
I swear there's nobody in the industry f**in with Chicago rap n***as
Believe me
I give it to you n***as if you want it
This for you, Va
What up, P
[ VERSE 1: JUICE ]
I'm the grimiest n***a
With the weapon I'm smackin ya
A Legend like Acura
Plus I'm ryhmin with vigor
With a better work ethic they say I mighta been Jigga
There's no regrets, the flow is wet, my n***a, cry me a river
Exceptional vernacular, weapons spectacular
And I'm never satisfied, somebody grab me a Snicker
Named J-U-ICE like the diamonds that glitter
When rhymin in a blizzard, seein me's like tryina get a lining with scissors
Plus I'm throwin back a fifth of that Dom, my n***a, it's fryin my liver
Supplyin the piff and ? infinite
I don't even gotta try to get ignorant
Like Theo and Vanessa dad I can deliver it
Plus I do it just to brag, I am a intricate rhymin wizard
Intravenous dope up in every rhyme and I'm spittin it
It's like I'm puttin coke in every line and you sniffin it
Plus I carry a nine, Terry Shine, I'm rippin it
[ VERSE 2: Rhymefest ]
I am not here to spit metaphors or create dances
I am a can of whoop-a** ready to open
Willin and hopin you would provoke him
Try to insult me, I will punch you in yo face until my fists start smokin
Till my hands start soakin in the blood from the wounds that was open
From the sh** you was talkin out of motion
I'm emotionless, I beat you to a Pulp for yo Fictional
Some old John Travolta sh**, hocus pocus, b**h
It's the magic show, spooks disappear down the rabbit hole
LJ guerilla warfare, my sh**'s tactical
I hold grudges, ? , do not touch it
f** with, walk away from me, man, say "f** it"
You don't want it, get stomped by the Brown Hornets
Vak**, Crooked I and J, we all on it
Keep your friends close, your enemies closer
f** that, k** your enemies, yo, this ain't Oprah
We gon' ride
[ VERSE 3: Nino Bless ]
Look I don't give a f**, my motto is live it up
Keep your gla** half full, see mines, I fill up
You want war, please give it up, the gig is up
I'm sick enough to penetrate ?
Yes it's Brooklyn's crooked minister
Spit conscious sh**, then push some kush when I finish up
I administer the sickest of scripts since
That Indian that wrote the script to the Sixth Sense
You lames spittin should quit and go back to 'caine, b**hes
Is you insane, you must ? simpin
Got your blood on my blade drippin, I ain't kiddin
I pierce your chest like a ? , you lay stiffen
Dog, I stay trippin, you know I was playin, pimpin
I end his life cause this wasn't in G and Kane's vision
Yeah I'm game uptown for that same mission
Aim-clickin, bang-spittin, flame sick as Twain's diction
[ VERSE 4: Crooked I ]
Yeah, even though I'm holdin hot burners
This k**er is colder than hyperthermia
A single round spin'll sit you down like a hernia
Me and Rihanna, we got a seperate definition for 'disturbia'
I'm mentaly disturbed, n***a, I murder ya
That prrrat put a peephole in your flesh
A keyhole in your chest
Then I open up your torso
Just like a door, so
d**h can walk in
Negro, I'm depressed, please know I'm a mess
Send you right upstairs
Gun treat you like them Billie Jean sidewalks, the way they light up squares
Yeah, k** kickdrums, tie up snares
Wanna describe my flow in one word? Try 'unfair'
Tireless nights I spit fire into wireless mics
Till I expired its life, until my life expired I'm fly as a kite
And I'm firin iron that'll turn any Iron Mike into Brian McKnight
Mmmwwaaa, good night
[ VERSE 5: Vak** ]
I'm hate's Cupid on a poison-tipped arrow a**ignment
Strapped to the ?
My barrel alignments never minded enough exposin bone-marrow confinement
Non-rhymers' subsconcious is vicious
Only p**y gettin past these bars is conjugal visits
Ganja exquisit, when inhaled conjure a vision
Explicit as point blank with a rocket launcher ?
My physic's the Lord's best kept secret, swept under His rug
Cracked the earth with a thunderous tug
I work wonders with slugs, I'm a blunder with blood
It will spill until the angels come and plunge in the flood
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This that new Chi, necks frosty, bars is Windex-glossy
Next costly mistake I'm squeezin Tecs ?
Any n***a that plans to ex-off me
Ain't got two snowballs chances on a anatomically correct Frosty
You ain't heard no bars that's inhuman and wild
Mushroomin a cloud till all you b**hes consumed in a pile
God and Satan reunion is now
And if Obama gets shot there'll be more blood in crackers than f**in communion allows
Can't sh** breathin dishonour these verses
Only cracks you'll find in my arm is 2 for 5's if the f**in economy worsens