(9th Wonder)
(JaY STEEZ)
I'm feeling real good right now man
It's close encounters of The 3rd Kind
See I'm a son of a gun, it's the JaY STEEZ
I'm a son of a gun, and a master of every trade under the Sun
I talk sharp like a razor bladed under the tongue
Ya feel me?
Huh, and 4 – 3 – 2 – 1
I'm the BlaKK JaKK homie, such a son of a gun
And I mastered every trade under the Sun
I talk sharp like a razor blade
Let's go!
Look
You can't see me with the rhetoric, I be the best to spit
Respect the regiment or fail like the rest of them
And hadn't you win it
Back when Wayne dropped a Carter III
So start beef, and get washed
And hang out like laundry
I let you tumble dry
Cats ain't touching mine
I always had a troubled mind
Equipped with some subtle lines
Busting rhymes, couldn't touch it and bring it
The word play is making cats wanna crutch for they triggers
So, somebody call the cops, you gotta semi auto co*ked
Rocko got soul, with drive like an auto shop
Your orthodox can't compare to my south paw
I'm bout more, my sounds raw, and sound waves pound floors
So if you switch stance, I got quick hands
JaY STEEZ holds his own like kick-stands
In simple terms, I'm the illest with these written words
And rappers get concerned every time that I spit a verse
Hearse
I'm a son of a gun, it's the JaY-STEEZ
I'm a son of a gun, and a master of every trade under the Sun
I talk sharp like a razor blade is under the tongue
(JaKK The Rhymer)
Huh, wuh and 4 – 3 – 2 – 1
I'm the BlaKK JaKK homie, such a son of a gun
And I mastered every trade under the Sun
I talk sharp like a razor blade
Like a razor blade
I be The Rhymer, and I'm known to rip it off the noggin
Rhymes crackle and vomiting listings often nodded?
The brain is lost to find it off smoking cough and something
JaKK & STEEZ will take over
Time, but we exhaust that option
Plus the flow will never stay the beginner