James From WorTown - THat PArt (RELOADED) lyrics

[Hook: James From WorTown] Yeah No conversation Tension in the congregation Omen yo I got them waiting Flow so sick like I coughed on satan No NyQuil I think I might spill All my thoughts on the page like the light bill Going off to much of one idea So I gotta take it slow when I write this [Verse 1: James From WorTown] Never talk to the fakes I called you my brother thought that bond wouldn't break For Pete's sake just talk sh** to Pete's face The way you run your mouth it could beat my feets pace You call yourself a plug but I beat the relays So don't get hyped up off a couple replays I'm the realest that's it coming from the east bay About to eat your whole team like a piece of cheesecake Pulling up like what it do It's funny when looking bummy they don't f** with you Hey dummy ain't you feeling scummy don't know what to do So you take it to the booth and hope they come with you Cuz he got the bars he got the bars Causing lock jaw and he resemble god Don't step up to me if you do not go hard Up in the booth they call me charizard I'm breathing get fire on you n***as Half these rappers in the booth man they be lying to you n***as I move faster than mufasa I ain't lying to you n***as When it cones to stacking bricks I'm Herobrine to you n***as I'm the Lord and the savior Forget these hoes man i will never save her That's how it goes when you faded like a taper And if there's beef well prepare to meat your maker [Hook: James From WorTown] No conversation Tension in the congregation Omen yo I got them waiting Flow so sick like I coughed on satan No NyQuil I think I might spill All my thoughts on this page like the light bill Going off to much of one idea So I gotta take it slow when I write this [Verse 2: James From WorTown] Man its time for me to get up All eyes on my but I feel like it's a set up All eyes on beef but I'm focused on this cheddar No lies on beats so I'm speaking with my head up Like a proud a** n***a While you walk around looking like a clown a** n***a I'm a hold it down for the whole town a** n***a Claim you hard never been inside the pound a** n***a I just get realer and realer And I be that n***a The one who put the dope in the dealer So how could you figure I'm just getting bigger and bigger The 508 k**er The next generation born sinner It's a cole world Can't wait for hoes up in my shows to make their toes curl They try to cuddle but I told them that my chauffeur Is gonna keep you thirst hoes from getting closer No sir! I ain't with it She want to ride my stick as if the chick was playing Quidditch So I just hit it then I quit it like who's pitching I never choose a bird but you n***as feeding pigeons Damn Run the city like a track star Couldn't catch up whipping in a fast car In the light you n***as shine like a black star Bare to witness in the k**ing of that part That Part That Part That Part [Beat Slows Down] [Verse 3: James The Monarch] Pa** it off to monarch and Im k**ing the mic The king keeps the beats bumping like auxiliary bikes So they wanna be him Except we can't all be hoffman Do a couple tricks until your kids are coughing in a coffin When I lay him out like a mat I don't roll up but I can admit my lines are pretty fat I kick flows until my worldplay kicks in I wasn't supposed to go pro so they tried to put a fix in to fix it Should've known you couldn't fix it Even if they pick the perfect setting I'll still have n***as falling from the top like sledding Just letting you know I flop Even if the mic drop I keep the beats bumping non stop And thats word to my brotherman Tryna kick me thought i was another man But your boy got connections to the motherland I ain't lion But I'll hit you with denial Twenty-One seconds in and I didn't even run Amile Kid from the 90s still rapping duke And I got the thick flows like boombapping nukes I used to just rap the rhyme But now its serious time I'm not just rhyming this line But just defining my mind Thats how it works I just don't care These n***as wanna spit sh** until they're gasping for air Don't know what to say just choked up with anxiety Nervous that the system might try to corrupt your signs Trying to control our minds now they think they won But since my third eye beamed I knew what it was before it even begun I knew about the race war since I was eight I knew about the Clan before Allice the Great I was a curious kid so I stuck to the books I learned how we started off and now we're known as crooks But now I'm on the track And you bet I spit it fast Because James without rap is like herb without traps and gats In the strap With a nine in his backpack Going clat clat When I'm aiming at the back fat Wooo(ooo) Woo(oo) [Verse 4: James The Monarch] Hold up And I'm not done I'm still spitting this sh** You may think its kinda sick with this sh** on your lip You already know what it do when it come from the hip I have 64 clips with your name on it b**h Say "All Hail James" and let it reign on the b**h All white like a n***a spilled c**aine on the b**h Cuz I'll have your sh** drip clips and have the sh** fully equipped with the sh** I reload clips with