[Opening: JSB] Alright, alright, alright, everybody, sit down, sit down Got a special guest coming out for y'all! Y'all may know him as, JSB A.K.A, Ghoul, A.K.A., King James, A.K.A., Just SomeBody He says he doesn't really care to do any sort of special introductions, so We just gonna jump on in! (Thank you. . .) [Verse: JSB] No need for Mr. Mic Check, it I'm checked in, and all ill Like Paris Hilton, I'm puking out your stereo Wrapping poems and lyrics around your pineal like a merry go, round I'm looking for a Mary, merry to go down Like a platypus, Perry, this is for the underground Berries for the roll up, when you wanna fade away in to the sweet sound My hits is def that piff on loud My vision is pigeons and clouds And I ain't even puffing But still got bars that got you fond and huffing Join my tracks, my Harriet Tubman My jacket two bu*ton My brackets, sike, I'm infinitely becoming Something from which I got and learned from my mom and pops And learned how to keep heads scratching as they bop Like your Women Candy on Wednesday got a dry scalp but always gimme good top A perfect written result of thinking out the box I'm always on top and beyond by the light years Oh, Mr. Spotlight Operator, can you shine a little more light here Leave your soul in suspended animation As I work to revitalize all sensation in your mind and your body Sharp off the tongue like a scalpel to a cold body I take air out of lungs like bullets from Jo Gotti We out! Woo. . . Thank y'all, let's go.