JK - B.A.P lyrics

James: Mr. k**er, I'm k**in it by the second, the realest to ever do it, my lyrics is off the limits Its, the real lyricist, vigorous, still the vividest, visionist God damnn magnificent!!!!! Hi, Mr. James how you do that? I ain't J.Cole, but them b**hes like who dat? To my level? roll a joint And I get head like I.. flip a coin When i rip greats, sh** faced dudes how my dick taste? quick paid [Girl] omgosh I love you James!! Its Saint Patrick's the way I keep the green Its dirty in the south, I gotta keep it clean Now I'm back motherf**ers! Look into the peephole I vomit on the track, you could call me Stev-o I got green, my name should be Ceelo I'm knocking doors down can you see me through the peepholeee? I'm the man now dudes put your hands down Cluster phobia the way I gotta standout Man, I'm just flyer than a beehive Yes I'm the best even Stevie can't see why Can't you see it? I'm taking on the lead I grind so hard it is aching out my teeth It's Mr. Standout I'm never taking on a seat It's cold in Miami cause I'm bringing out the Heat Now I'm back with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you match that? Black hat with the all-black DG's Looking like a Mac when you something like a PC I'm on your TV, acting like Cool J Too fresh, stuck up on your mind like a toupee Mr. player, you looking at the ref And if you never heard of James then you must've been deaf I never ran track now I run tracks Fun fact ya boy sharper than a thumbtack It's first coming and its sounding like a comeback It's first coming and its sounding like a comeback Man, I just never take a day off They call me "the beAst" and I tell em take the "A" off Take over word to the shoe print J to the K, you welcome to the movement