J Wells - 702-386-5397 lyrics

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J Wells - 702-386-5397 lyrics

[Intro: Canibus] Yea, yea Can-I-Bus, Mic Club (Nothing to Prove, it's all love) [Canibus] I bust through like Sputnik 2 This is man's best friend, whoopty-woo The flag is black, red and blue True shoot from the hoopty, dogs jump out of dooly But it'll take more than that to move me Like; wireless mics for tireless nights Firefights inspire my life, why do I write? Twenty year Hip Hop vet, they perceive me as a threat They manifest beads of sweat Examine the blood trail, squeeze trigger Puss drips out of the thumbnails, I smell like gun shells Polonium, pandemonium with a dose of unknownium The Soviet Hugo Rodier Fourth generation roper report Everything I was taught bore resemblance to my thoughts The truth and design of the Guggenheim rhyme Where every line is weaponized then applied Mob sh**, talk it acquisition is sick I don't miss when I twist the 556 Stand there with arms folded, firearms make me look large and bloated ("I'ma gonna have to project my voice") Equipment check, church bells time ("Some of this stuff might get intense"), one more time Just k** 'em 'Bus, ain't nobody around to witness nothing Heavens devil strangle Hell's Angel with a mic cable Then J Wells came through [Sample from Nas @ the L.A. Listening Party on December 14th, 2006. There are two voices.] Voice 1: "Yo, the n***as that use to have a n***a a little nervous was like; B.I.G., 'Pac..." Voice 2: "Right" Voice 1: "...Even Canibus, like, Eminem but them n***as got me like..." Voice 2: "If we go at it dawg we gotta go HARD!" "Voice 1: "Yo, the n***as that use to have a n***a a little nervous was like; B.I.G., 'Pac..." Voice 2: "Right" Voice 1: "...Even Canibus, like, Eminem but them n***as got me like..." Voice 2: "If we go at it dawg we gotta go HARD!" [Canibus] Yea, yo I support a secure change of custody Don't trust the beat, trust me Canibus the MC Without moving my neck I turn to the left Yes I am the best you'll learn to respect Till your d**h, Hip-Hop is the body, you are the chest I am the vest, we are sworn to protect This behavioral bomb rewritable radio songs "What station is your radio on?" My training is worth millions Imam d**h squads rush the building From the front line with Prince William I am Prince William's exercise cover and concealment Prohibit the media from filming Never in the moment, always thinking of the Omen Poor soldiers, nobody told them Inoculate; I postulate not to wait Drop to your face, the active component will not break My Omanium friend tried to pay me in Yen I threw the money in his face and said "Pay me again" You wanna talk to the kid? Enter this ten digit grid I'll explain to you what I did 702-386-5397, call, leave a message Y'all n***as can't rap, so why you wanna go and do that? You move the crowd, I move the map The defiant mad Lion, triumph over the rulers of Zion f** your Blood Diamonds, I'd rather laugh dying Miners in the mine shaft crying 'Apocalypto' from GITMO, I'll clash with the last Mayans The Sun stone science, the black, red and blue alliance Jump through the fire, you'd be a fool to try it The fire suit don't fit, NO sh*t! My Saratoga suit got a customized grip With a batwing released for both wrist and both feet Blazing high, but I don't feel no heat Hip-Hop's master chief, "Here, have a seat" In the mic booth where I hang slabs of meat Before, during, or after the debrief I'll crack your teeth, don't talk unless you asked to speak The Rift Valley Fever symptoms could last for weeks We call it hell in a cell, watch the ba*tard tweak Reach 80° degrees North, 14° degrees East Beneath the ice sheet lies the Spitsberg Beast Transmission distorted, injuries reported Mission aborted, follow your orders, move forward BRAVO! I fell in love with Suzanne Malveaux On the down-low, now you know She talked to the Canibus man Code name: Javelin Fangz With 'Nothing to Prove' to the rap fans Could elaborate further but suffice to say "Goddamn that MC made my day" He's a butcher, a baker, a vapor box maker from Jamaica Still talking trash to the haters I'll clash with the greatest, this is major manual labor Beta test the data with blue lasers Canibus wave an*lysis, it's 'Nothing to Lose' in Los Angeles Suing Hip-Hop for the damages G-4's, 10.4's, still conscious but not for long Missile lock-on; stop the song