J Man - The Gilded Age lyrics

[Verse 1] [Jinocide] When I rap I handle sentences like I'm a felon I know it's a fact that money talks and so I've got to tell 'em I'll without a doubt put out my album if my product sells then In this all new modern era I'm the John d. Rockefeller Made fifties and a hundreds with a mixtape You solicit us grants if we've been frank Im a JP Morgan mortician cause I'm very morbid and bury dead presidents in banks Get paid, then we pa** on I pull AK's until each mans armed And I pull AK's with each hand drawn I'm an ace and king but a thief and con How could you fold when the pot is loaded Preach when I speak so I rock the pulpit They stole my flow but I caught the culprit Glock in my pocket I'm locked and loaded Toxic flow you're just not as potent I got the dough and my watch is golden I bought and sold 'til my stock exploded Then rose to the top with the profit motive [Verse 2] [J-Man] J-Man like Jay Rock I'm hustlin' shaded by money trees J-Man like J Cole im spittin' writtens straight out NC J-Man like Jay Z im gettin' women say out'cha league J-Man like Dre hit the brakes then broke the rap industry Now I come back attack and I shut it down Never saw it coming went from one to a hunna' thou' I'm the cash cow like they mad cows run around Epidemic my polemics on many any clown Voorhees Jason, know my identity Give ultimatum cause I'm born with supremacy Linked like Genevieve, bars of omega 3 I can take crap, take back from enemies hegemony [Jinocide] Jin spittin' toxic as gin with the tonic We wreck 'em with rhetoric hit 'em with logic [J-Man] It's too far to stop so addicted to profit I'm havin' withdrawals while makin' deposits [Jinocide] They say I'm the boss of a dangerous business I'm k**in' the flow it remains on my hit list [J-Man] I'm making a k**in' its makin' a livin' I talk to the teller and tell her my checklist They checkin' me out when I'm puttin' the check in And pay me with interest by paying attention [Jinocide] My mind in the future I rap reminiscent I'm here and I'm givin' the gift of the present [J-Man] Current with my flow get electrical injury Fists stay wrapped feel my rap delivery Hit the post, blood on the door that's history Now I Pa**over to the first born mystery [Verse 3] [Dub-Eazy] What's the difference I own money y'all are slaves to it And you know I get paper 'til I'm running out of paper clips Who'd 've thought it'd happen that my rappin' finally made me rich And so I know I'm only making dollars when I'm makin' cents Cause I watch for the fakes Counterfeit dudes getting caught and replaced And all those who hate will most often be faced With the god awful fate that you ought to await Everyday I'm the boss when I walk in the place And I'm taking the game in a confident way If you talking or mocking I'll rob you I'm making A lot every day as I pocket the wage [J-Man] I build the gilded age 'Til my bank account looks like William Gates' And I stay spitting flames so I'm still ablaze Spill syllables until they fill the page [Dub-Eazy] My sk**s' amazing, I'm still the greatest Got bills to pay but I will get paper I k** the stage from Chapel Hill to Vegas Got a flow so ill that I'm still contagious [J-Man] And it takes sk** all the things we do Importing beats and recording these tunes Show sold out can't afford previews Step to me you'll need more than redos We get green from sea to sea too All you loser dudes are see through Drop new bars bout things that they knew The three new kings of East: a beast crew