JFK - Pull The Plug lyrics

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JFK - Pull The Plug lyrics

[Hook] Cool, cause I don't get upset Cool, cause I don't get upset Cool, cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Picture this: I scare every nemesis off the premises My business is to k**ing these tracks and leaving no witnesses I'm old school, I still know the codes for my Sega Genesis I stay on my job now the b**hes giving me benefits My rhymes been official, that's why I've been official Don't send shots at the kid, y'all better send a missile I'm fearless, cla** by myself - you can say I'm peerless I'm my only competition, so I stay away from mirrors See my reflection's that infection there ain't no cure for You will endure more I spit that crack like it's in pure form You see me buzzin' I'm in full swarm I hear you loud and clear but it's like you talking bullsh** on a bullhorn They got hate in their heart, I'ma take them apart These bloods**ers, I be yelling "f** 'em," they get wood and stakes through the heart I draw my own conclusion, y'all be tracing the art Born in the jungle, know how to embrace when I'm faced with a snake or a shark Best in the world I'ma give myself all the credit They wanted a murder verse, I'm the weapon Statik selected n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: JFK] This is back to the lab, pushing packs in the cabs Scars to scab, life'll throw you blows and hard jabs Bar tabs, dash don't smash cause life moves fast If you ask me, only if you ask Leave you blind, gathering time, shatter your mind In between time, Chapter nine, they cheer to my rhymes Stay after mines, it ain't fair, let the paint smear Glossy paper sticking bombing out and saying clear [?] See my face clear on Shirley Ave in a dirty cat Out on Houston Street, with a dirty rap I keep my strong arm steady and if it's the end of the world I'm Jon Connor standing by the levy, it gets heavy One little, two little, three little goons Four little, five little, six bullet wounds I don't take shorts, only showers and sh**s I sit with a court, making hours and hits It's a race against time, show up power to pimp We run this sh**, that's all, that's it [Hook]