J-Bar - 1977 lyrics

[Intro] "You gotta remember, 1977 was a time and place." "So for a brief period, music was played that had pa**ion and fury- PUNK!" "I didn't really know what we were doing all I knew- it was kinda different from all the garbage that was going on at the time." [Verse] Understand it ain't a jam when I'm writing out these verses I'm letting out all the sh** I can't articulate in person Sermons against the serpents who want us laying in hearses These curses make me a person who feared inside of the churches A wordsmith of higher level cause my words is Making politicians drop deuces when I drop exclusives Don't confuse it I'm dropping j**els like Confucius Burn a beat and then loop it so little n***as can use it It's been proven I'm k**ing sh** like a body tumor I ain't resting till my name bring up illuminati rumors Soul in a cell with the devil in hell Cause a n***a can only make it with the white mans help f** what the white mans felt- the enemy ain't what I'm trying to see They do us like Raheem so radio ain't where I'm trying to be I'll build a dynasty with the verses I stocked up I could free your mind if you only knew it was locked up You gotta get it you enjoy rap I bled it nobody thought rap music would ever get this poetic Flow sick call a medic got you nauseous off the rhyme scheme Careers is getting k**ed with my finger prints on the crime scene A whole life couldn't match what my third eye seen I elevated myself never put it in visine I'll rob the decadence funding my black excellence If Trump wins the election then I'm shooting up his residence So then there's more than one way I'm making dead presidents The leader of the new school writing a new testament And f** a pessimist I'ma die the best that has ever been Make it relatable music be gripping teens I'ma drop a tape for the n***as who never be sipping lean A cla**ic never on acid the recipe that you need to fall How I'm barley legal but rapping as if I seen it all I'm drawing scream and awe same time that I'm scaring ya With tales of an angry black male in America You think you in my area? Get served upon a platter My chatter make bodies scatter I'll body your favorite rapper This game was made for Marshall- and I ain't talking Mathers I mean Mikey Black- the only Marshall that matters