It's Da Jawn!
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, it go on and on, on and on and on
The beat don't stop 'til the break of ya spine
When I'm takin' ya mind to the next level
Lyrically, my specimen is hard for you to see or examine
Now, dig it! I contaminate the 2-inch tape
Sensimilla in my P-A state stimulates the M-I-C ministry
Enemies who enter my chemistry can't cope
I'm dope like crack, what I wrote broke ya back
So bust this cerebral attack
Bahamadia, where ya at?
When we're comin' live from the area 2-1-5
The land of the master plan, where the brothers scam and connive
Well, it's the contraband clan, I'm hailin' from the brotherly land
I stand sharp, it started or began at the park
Expanded years and grew into careers
Competition, whut?! Fuck 'em! I cut 'em like shears
It's the un-rehabilitatable and frustratable
I gotta get mine, and that's non-negotiatable
So, put me on like Donna Karan and c'mon, uh!
It's Da Jawn!
[Verse 2: Bahamadia]
When I present my raps on the tracks, kids be like, "Who dat?"
Sugar be gettin' horror with the foreign for-a-mat
The competition better be easin' back
Like recedin' hairlines on they pops when I drops
Dialect perfected with 2 lines connected
Apply it to my records like a CPR-uh method
Funk provides my rhymes with a meal suppressant
Injected like morphine in each lines, darin' they genes to come off
Like silk screen or tank-tops, I rank top-notch
And make black vinyl turn butterscotch in coloration
For my creation's captivatin' on sea-level
My Roots stays realer than E levels, it's Da Jawn
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, it go on and on, on and on and on
The beat don't stop 'til the break of ya spine
When I'm takin' ya mind to the next level
Lyrically, my specimen is hard for you to see or examine
Now, dig it! I contaminate the 2-inch tape
Sensimilla in my P-A state stimulates the M-I-C ministry
Enemies who enter my chemistry can't cope
I'm dope like crack, what I wrote broke ya back
So bust this cerebral attack
Bahamadia, where ya at?
When we're comin' live from the area 2-1-5
The land of the master plan, where the brothers scam and connive
Well, it's the contraband clan, I'm hailin' from the brotherly land
I stand sharp, it started or began at the park
Expanded years and grew into careers
Competition, whut?! Fuck 'em! I cut 'em like shears
It's the un-rehabilitatable and frustratable
I gotta get mine, and that's non-negotiatable
So, put me on like Donna Karan and c'mon, uh!
It's Da Jawn!
[Verse 2: Bahamadia]
When I present my raps on the tracks, kids be like, "Who dat?"
Sugar be gettin' horror with the foreign for-a-mat
The competition better be easin' back
Like recedin' hairlines on they pops when I drops
Dialect perfected with 2 lines connected
Apply it to my records like a CPR-uh method
Funk provides my rhymes with a meal suppressant
Injected like morphine in each lines, darin' they genes to come off
Like silk screen or tank-tops, I rank top-notch
And make black vinyl turn butterscotch in coloration
For my creation's captivatin' on sea-level
My Roots stays realer than E levels, it's Da Jawn
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