J. D. Hopkins - Letter Men lyrics

[Verse 1: BledJon] I am fresh man. Seen your team you less than Question your seams threads and vest Invest in your dreams before the test The lesson is now found in session Less than: like the left side of the arrow With the missing line; you misaligned, but it ain't fair though! Featherweight: like sparrow or Alexis Arguello You flip birds, I flip words. Mister, I am sparrow: The military missile in the midst of all this yapping You sick, you the germ, you ain't fixing it with clappin Ripping what I'm rapping. Sword through words of plastic The emcee you can't hammer can't touch me you ain't clapping! ASL applause shaking hands for truce; Get bread and you get cheese there's always beef and that's the truth Proof is in the pudding when saying “he's just a friend” Can't get mad at me she's trying to leave. You should let her man [Hook: BledJon] You're stuck on JV, it ain't hard to see I'm tough with these letters man, I'm varsity I'm taking the belt, they gonna give me the ring Champ of these letters man, you know what I mean They stuck on JV, it ain't hard to see I'm tough with these letters man, I'm varsity I'm taking the belt, they gonna give me the ring In 1… 2... 3… COME ON!!! [Verse 2: Demo] I seen your style and I wasn't impressed And when I sing more wild, I'mma come from the chest See, I'm the biggest terror for a backpack rapper You chuckle think you a letterman, I laugh back at ya Big man on campus. The veteran, the letterman You can call me a guillotine. On a track, I'm beheadin' ‘em Ain't saying I'm a better man, but check the track record The game is on. Running the clock to the last second Oh, so you fact checking? Or is you trendy? My rap weapon slap anybody pretending I'm cutting cla**, already know the material Ethereal imperial rhythm coming out your stereo. Yo! Give me the ring. Give me the crown. Give me the trophy Play in the trunk and you car might go bang Stokely No cla** clown, but ask ‘round I'm popular I'll teach you how I do it. Rap phantom of the opera [Hook: BledJon] You're stuck on JV, it ain't hard to see I'm tough with these letters man, I'm varsity I'm taking the belt, they gonna give me the ring Champ of these letters man, you know what I mean They stuck on JV, it ain't hard to see I'm tough with these letters man, I'm varsity I'm taking the belt, they gonna give me the ring In 1… 2... 3… COME ON!!! [Verse 3: BledJon] You soft; more than a tempur pedic pillow In June, you're pressured to smoke a willow Smith and wasn't even armed? Are you for real though? Back up with your back up you armadillo Will he turn hard? Will his temper be enraged? Standing too close is why I'm spitting on your face Phasing out your style like an 88 fade Quit recess to show the kid that I don't play No games over here bruh. Ain't a Parker Brother Can walk past Park Place when I'm bored and get my grub up I'm hungry, hungry like a hippo in the jungle Booking till I'm Baloo; squeezing out my lungs You slipping and he sliding. He shoots, but I don't run No gun, I mean he chutes. I got the ladder. What you want? I'm on another level with these letters understand me? My wordplay over stands. I'm bananas in my jammies