Jarv - BLAOW lyrics

Here I am on a quest for the jam With a plan to slam, boom, bap, bam and ban All the stupid a** wackness, past-tense to fragments Blastin' out the mouth, commence lyrical stabbin' Back when I came around, you people didn't get it, but right now I'm on a mission Won't stop until you get it, gotta' give it all I got to give it, spit it over the rhythm I'm keepin' it goin', keepin' it rippin', tryin to make 'em listen Yeah, it's like that, kid, don't fight back Everything I write is raw and you don't like that Well, if you're feelin' lucky, try to rush me, bust me Kid, I'll carve you like a turkey, use a mic as stuffing Crushing, busting, leaving with a smile On my face 'cause I got the crowd hype and wild In a jealous rage because I cave and deprave All the played out bullsh** you and your clique made b**h-made, yeah, that's what you are I've come too far to burn out like a star Kid, I'm like a galaxy, don't even try to battle me I'm sick and wickedly twisted, rippin' up naturally I can spot a fallacy in every web you spin Spun around, saw the grin, ready for action Hoppin' a back fence, feelin' tense, I bent A whole slew of motherf**ers and that sh** was intense But now I got a mob chasin' me 'round town Looks like friends and family are tryin' to get down But I'm down for whatever, no matter the weather, turn around Zues thunderbolt, dismember and sever, BLAOW I said Zeus thunderbolt, dismember and sever BLAOW Yes, I said Zeus thunderbolt, dismember, sever, yeah... It looks like another day in the life, you know Read a little bit, make beats, write Right, yeah, that's how it goes Don't make no money, but my style is pro And I suppose that I may, someday, who knows I don't know, but whatever f** it, proceed, go Back down, no I never will, keepin' the flow I'll smack down any clown I perceive as a foe Oh no, tell me, when will it end? Better hope you're a friend 'cause I'm nice with the pen Thought you could fend for yourself, but then I spit a rap and broke you in half at the stem, yo Master them until they crash at last I blast past with bucket of nuggets and fast cash Then I dash on a board, with four wheels, of course And I'll slam a pop-shuvit with that ma**ive force I take it I drop it, I got it per capita, checkin' a matter of mind static Rabidly attackin' a beat from loose leaf I'm takin' a minute to grip, rip it, keepin' it flippin', sick, twisted Stop it and drop it, sh**'s weak And I'll slam a pop-shuvit with that ma**ive force I take it I drop it, I got it per capita, checkin' a matter of mind static Rabidly attackin' a beat from loose leaf I'm takin' a minute to grip, rip it, keepin' it flippin', sick, twisted Stop it and drop it, sh**'s weak Hey, chief, how 'boutchu break out Break through that window, man you got it no doubt It's all about the view, right? Do whatchu' gotta' do, right? Either that, or just live it in the minute, get wicked tonight Who might write about a diabolical topic? Anatomical bombin' of that economical vomit I chronicle volatile commentary, momentarily comical Illogical prodigal stompin' with philosophical Thought -- I've been taught, trained in lyrical mastery Add another bar, further the lyrical masterpiece Everybody knows that I be lyrically blastin' these Whack-a** crab MCs, you can't match half of these Rhymes, Yeah, you know that it's true You just mad that when I rap, the people stop lookin' at you And if you're thinkin' of tryin' to get through my lyrical kung fu Sorry dude, you'll be lickin' my shoe before your track's cued Excuse me, I bruise these whack-a** motherf**ers like Bruce Lee Them floosies like, "who's he? His style be so amusing!" Well, I'm cruising on my Santa Cruz, rollin' through Muddy Waters playin' the blues And you know that I don't wanna' break bad news But I'm never caught losin' 'cause I got nothin' to lose It's like that