Daniel Son (MC) - Jubilee lyrics

[Sample] About what they're all doing What I taught them Could be used wrong For evil To hurt men So then I would like to make sure That this hasn't been the case You'll do that for me? [Talking - Daniel Son] Yo who that man? You already know Brown Bag Money Daniel Son! [Sample] The teacher... [Verse 1 - Daniel Son] I'm tryin to make a k**ing in this rap game Snatch your chain Then I ride off in the fast lane I get drunk My people telling the kid chill Next thing you know I throw a bottle through your windshield I get high then I fly over state lines Break the law and your jaw at the same time I got the mind of a chess player So I can f**in read your mind, professor Xavier I'm in the danger room And I've been training with Jubilee Standing still Moving faster than you can see Techniques That's what Son bring ya The gunslinger I could snatch your soul with just one finger No prints for the crime labs And no cases, got the shell catch Bought it in Chiraq Cross the border, sweatin I'm in the old Intrepid And if they take me down I live by the code of ethics (Yo, where my lawyer at?) [Sample] I taught you, three years It's up to you And my poison clan techniques Let's appear there secluded So we can talk about the clan The point is I have two in this place Is that a fact? What are their names? Where are they? Their names... now When they land... [Verse 2 - Daniel Son] I'm always on the dolo So if you tryin to catch me I be the white boy in the Polo Tommy or the 'Canes fit 89 remix Chillin with a beer, a blunt And a Bruce Lee flick Motherf** a fed Stress over cases Judge tryin to tell me that I can't go on vacation Lawyer tryin to tell me stay patient, we gon' beat it I know he tryin to get paid, man I know the trade (How much?) Bet my enemies will get hit, know how to aim I represent the full intent to bring the pain Blood stains wash in the rain, sharpen my blade Do my push-ups for when they lock me in the cage My homies hit the club But I don't got no cheddar (why?) Because I spent my bread on a 30 shot Beretta Yo he don't got the money? You better answer better Before I beat your a** down like Def Jam Vendetta