Jet Trawick - Double Stuf lyrics

[Intro] Playing two k sixteen, My hands clean My body built like a dream, Olajuwon Hakeem My team Rocket, This monster is in my pocket I Skor on Heath, toffee jocking, my knee un-sockets on trampolines [Verse 1] I used to be the kid that was eating m&m's Never thought I'd be sitting, spitting with Eminem Well it didn't happen yet, but I remember it Like it was yesterday; everyday stay intelligent I was labeled a way because of my melanin A melon head with the supple scent of adrenaline I met a Jet at my school, isn't that mega cool? Maybe too meta, it's better never relayed to you I set the tone with a bitter hint of impediments I can fire-bend because I have studied the elements My requirements say I distance myself from sentiment Apple cider fresh like a wildflower with extra mints I'm second best to a group of people I'll never pa** I could be equal to rappers although I'm bad at math Jelani once was an indigo, wow, Imagine that I'm holding happiness, what's the point in holding a strap? [Verse 2] I'm not an average rapper, actually underage Understand if there's something happening, I don't rage I beat the cat, ain't no kitty pride, I'm not Ellen Page With cinematic reactions, it's like I'm center stage I'm Magic Johnson, I guard the game like I'm six eight I know you were waiting for a cheap shot about AIDS But no, I'm different, dismiss the fact I acknowledged it Apology accepted? I'm smart enough for a scholarship Polamalu, Jelani demolishes offenses I'm all tempted to ball on the squad senseless Near a**ault charges from calling my guys to enter But I can't control them, consider my men as reckless I block these girls like Ibaka, return to sender I chill with Rashad, not Silk da Shocka, my friends is going on benders Isn't it nice, I came in game with no mentor I'm attending my name and leaving cause it's better than surrenders, jetser [Verse 3] I'm not finished, I'll beat the beat in submission first Listen, I'm alive, not a factory working, walking hearse Chick, I got the Ursula venomous, serpent tentacles verse And I'm spitting words 'til these chickens can't even think to curse I'm Mister Perfect, I'm Curt with a purple shirt like I'm Urkel I'll murk a Hercules' circle, I'm popping corny rappers like kernels I'm colonel, I mean it like Universal Pull a s**er off the stage with a cane and I drop the curtain I'm burning, my rhyming sk**s are absurd, I'm certainly reaching my curve And my sternum hurts from the blur of my words I'm currently serving whoever's next, and I urge you to forfeit while you can I'm terminal, I'm surging, no clowning, this ain't the circus, man You're unbearable, terrible like thirty-four said to Ernie Bert, a servant to a person ain't working, homie, you can't own me Impervious to nerds and I curl like a Zamboni A down to Earth rebirth, then kamikaze, get to know me [Verse 4] Jet is basically fictional, keeping my life original My temptations get scrambled, and I can't handle residuals Messing up with the visuals, make the planet invisible Planning my pain in waves so my paper isn't at minimal Cynical kid, but listen, he pivots when he gets personal Turtle slow ever since I lost turbo, it murdered my soul My vertical past the sky, my potential is way too high And my friends are just way too high, it's dissolving my inner circle I'm awful, what is my purpose? I'm seeking to reach the surface Won't sing for you cause I'm nervous, I mean it dude, out of service I see to the proper use of my music, like Christian churches I'm seemingly urban, heat me up noodles with instant verses I dream of a new resurgence, please don't refer me as perfect I beam to a plane of urchins, don't think I don't see you lurking Alleviate me of vermin, please don't a**ociate dirt with me Overdose on them opiates, so be it, natrual history