[Opening: JSB]
Alright, alright, alright, everybody, sit down, sit down
Got a special guest coming out for y'all!
Y'all may know him as, JSB
A.K.A, Ghoul, A.K.A., King James, A.K.A., Just SomeBody
He says he doesn't really care to do any sort of special introductions, so
We just gonna jump on in!
(Thank you. . .)
[Verse: JSB]
No need for Mr. Mic Check, it
I'm checked in, and all ill
Like Paris Hilton, I'm puking out your stereo
Wrapping poems and lyrics around your pineal like a merry go, round
I'm looking for a Mary, merry to go down
Like a platypus, Perry, this is for the underground
Berries for the roll up, when you wanna fade away in to the sweet sound
My hits is def that piff on loud
My vision is pigeons and clouds
And I ain't even puffing
But still got bars that got you fond and huffing
Join my tracks, my Harriet Tubman
My jacket two bu*ton
My brackets, sike, I'm infinitely becoming
Something from which I got and learned from my mom and pops
And learned how to keep heads scratching as they bop
Like your Women Candy on Wednesday got a dry scalp but always gimme good top
A perfect written result of thinking out the box
I'm always on top and beyond by the light years
Oh, Mr. Spotlight Operator, can you shine a little more light here
Leave your soul in suspended animation
As I work to revitalize all sensation in your mind and your body
Sharp off the tongue like a scalpel to a cold body
I take air out of lungs like bullets from Jo Gotti
We out!
Woo. . . Thank y'all, let's go.