Jean Grae - Threats lyrics

[Verse 1: Jean Grae] I'll jack a beat from ya Take a little bit of heat from ya Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue? Take the light from ya Redesignin' the song and when the mic enters The whole crowd sing along Just a like a duet, and who's got the best sh** now? The technique, peep the new set And I don't mean two teets Never try to run up you dumb f** This is an unusual musical, reconstructed You're lookin' at the new Harriet Tubman So all critics can s** this I don't care if you're the Gulf kid's mothers The hall kids lovin' ya, you're only f**in' yourselves For 7 years they had me sittin' up on the shelves Never likin' y'all what? Like I wasn't tryin' to tell A little compensated but I still feel hatred Female, black and young so they wanna strip me naked But You'll never have me like none of my adversaries But catch me in Manhattan, frontin' like Halle Berry On the M.T.A Any time of the day Blastin' out the headphones, The Best of Jay You can't ignore me, I swear Jean is here to stay I'll pu a spell on ya You're startin' to look like bread From here to California, n***as will buy me instead Check the proper grammar Royal f** with your head Ayo pause You know what the f** I just said [Hook] [Verse 2: Chen Lo] You can sound the drum for the champion Vocally legendary, mic legacy to y'all, I'm Mr. Extraordinary Upper K specialist, MC supremacist Bling nemesis, afro indigenous mic therapist Air play I'm all up in your face til it's my way Put the mic down, turn around, step away It's for official use only Surrender your stance Save the dance like you trespa**ed out your weight cla** on fight night I'm weighin' at the tonnage of sunlight With speed like your d**h with mic cords to your windpipe We bomb like Baghdad Nights you outmatched Totin' spears with the feathers attached It's combat, this ain't rap Jean will draw a line in the sand So we can usher in the true hip hop with heavy hands Rated African Heavenly syndicate We managin' and cause panic in any unworthy so they abadndonin' mic stage Radio waves, I think we all heard enough of the same Mundane over again, f** all the fame As long as blood is blue in my veins I'll be rockin' with the best of 'em and changin' the game Ya heard? [Hook]