J-Yak - Strings lyrics

[Verse 1: ExZ] I say I'm so far from no bars, floatin' under the sonar Yet to be detected, no Texas but I'm a lone star Skeptics get to steppin' if you flexin' with me Keep your two cents, that ain't worth a second to me You do it effortlessly? Well, you get what you put into it Even Jordan ain't scorin' unless he practice a little bit And how you justify a cla**less act, a platinum plaque? You buggin', c'mon that ain't rap, get back And y'all people be the root of all evil Quit playing around with the game or we may need a saw sequel Listen to the bald eagle if you need it for balance Just be prepared for the beak and its talons (hah, yeah) And y'all teased by the beast of the media I say that you be trippin'; you needin' expedia The speed of what I'm seeing too extreme for the untrained So these G's callin' T like they roll in a mustang See I used to be a puppet - My momma loved it Whether justice is justice is something I never f**ed with Till the public tried holding me back Well, I suppose I should thank them for that, cause now The strings clipped, sh** is off of my shoulder Makes sense to me now, should have listened to Hova And yeah they closed, but the curtains lie Just check the last track before Cliff Burton died, what [Verse 2: J-Yak] Another late night, stage lights and mirror's I rock the place right, cross the plate like Rivera's I try to give 'em nice so they might like to hear us God knows, Entourage will last lights for year-uhs, get near us Either that or you'll probably get pa**ed up Roached out, pushed down, probably get ashed up Like my last cashed blunt, that was mad fun Plus it healed the pad that I had in a bad funk And my rep? junk.. Used to be a goody two-shoes Now he's getting shaken heads from the hood he used to God I could have used you, could have pulled the strings Could have taught me how a Jack could never fool a King Couldn't fool a thing, peddal through debt But when I show up it's game over I'm the red ring of d**h Yeah, how's that for my XBOX fanbase? Ex'ed off jams, man just set my hands, faced and k**ed Ill, premeditated murder Dedicated slaughtering of instrumentals never heard of By your average fellow, grey's the shade Nowadays, though a patch of yellow, haze make its way Through, the day's new, it's all beautiful Bumping Blu and Ex to escape from the usual Bullsh** and pop music, don't drop the top to it That's the kind of hop, makes my pop think my plot's foolish [Outro: J-Yak] Uh, and the strings keep strummin' They tell me dumb it down but I really hear nothin'