John Wilson - Ugly Jazz lyrics

[Intro] I had a little situation I wanted to speak on It seems as though, they think they know the world Well I think, they don't know nothing! [Verse 1] Look I orchestrate like a psycho I'm like a Norman Bates, I'm like a mortgage rate Cause I'm "in the house!" Watch your tongue, they're trying to steal food from the poor man's plate See they're already rich but they need a fix So they get more richer, here's where they getcha: You work til you die, your life was the price And you can take that from the horse's face See you scat at me about "you love your ice" I'm rapping to you like "I love my life" But in comes the tragedy, literally You will die from a dollar So income's the tragedy And it's sad to see People make a pedestal for paper that's green I'd say "eat the rich" but that's food for thought If I could make the f**ing world cater to me If you ain't from the 'Ville then your style is wack Blinded by the money like a cataract "Oh I'm telling you Jack I just gotta have my Cadillac" [Hook 1] Love your brother, love your friend Even if he hates you love on him I said love your brother, love your friend Even if he hates you love on him I said love your mother, love your pops In this crazy world we are all we got So love your brother, love your friend Even if he hates you just love on him Love on him (Love, love, love) I said love on him (Love your friend) Just love on him (All you need is love) I said love on him, love your friend [Verse 2] Look I'm frustrated with this television If you believe this then the devil's grinnin' And I'm glad that Elvis inna casket, ba*tard Stole black music and sold it to the ma**es Assa**inate the next cat on Fox News Who wants to claim Kendrick's music damages black youth What about your "suit & tie" Klu Klux views? Geraldo Rivera can eat sh** through a tube! And Bill O'Reilly could probably die I'd still be here smiling, I promise try me Scum of the Earth, you're the scum of this verse But if I k** you, that's double the dirt So I'll use these words rather than weaponry I hate to bear bad news, it's heavy on me They call you "anchors" cause you're bringing us down Got us by our ankles, making us drown When will the senseless come to their senses? I hate to hate you, but did I mention? You're still my brother, so I gotta love you But Fox News is all yellow straw-man coverage [Hook 2] [Verse 3] What's a Jay-Hova and a Beethoven? (God Poet) All bitter critics stay sober See I was in the bar catching a buzz Before I was old enough to buy a cup Before I could buy the stuff Still people vibed with me Music buzzing, don't you see the irony? Had to book me, I'm the Novelist Hope my mic is live, I stay optimistic Free the, freely gave CDs as freebies Cause it would be greedy To ask my men to spend some income I'd rather share my share with good intentions The "money man" is my arch-nemesis Bars is limitless, songs is infinite And they're gonna love me just as long as I'm k**in' it But not for the Benjamin's At the party with instruments I'm finna get some dap from the bartender and sh** You won't get that because your bars are tender and sh** Regardless I show love to ya'll All my rap cats that's real I love you all [Interlude] 10 to 1 says they call the verse and hooks contradictions But see what I was doing was turning hatred into love They hate to see a young cat spittin' some knowledge Raw knowledge, it's raw Ha! [Verse 4] When we hug these mics we gets busy Ghostface tape chillin' on repeat Get it, got it my flow is so groovy Livin' life, this sh** is like a movie Shake that body, party, that body "Boom-Bap" bop from here to Raleigh Catch a trolley, can't get with this You're a stone cold liar if you ain't feeling this You liar, you!