Pink Chicken J-Force

[Intro: J-Force]
Word is born son
It's like my fate you know (It’s your fate)
The mic and all (Yeah)
Third joint (Number 3)
Fuck a label (We snappin')
Know what I'm saying?
I got one question for ya'll (What’s that?)


[Verse 1: J-Force]
Uh, I'm just a man trying to play this hand I was dealt
But that’s ight cause I'm the man and I'm about to be felt
I melt the microphone like a snow cone
Competition gets dusted like rockets in O-zone
Park after dark and spark scenery and normal greenery
It kinda helps bring out the fiend in me
And I'm lifted, on December 25th shit I'm gifted
So when it’s time to flip shit come equipped with
Rhymes on reserve like a reservoir
But never tap that tango ever saw and upset
Informin' the dogs and you ain't even a pup yet
Trying to blow when I already erupted
Sup with these kids in the buis' tryna
Go plop or while they plot my fizz
Coming off like jizz out the seminal, vesicles
Dicks couldn’t hang with testicles
Impressible skills are untestable, till'
A sucker wanna test me, then let's see who the best be
Not one to toot horns like Gillespie, yo
But when is time to crunch I'm Nestlé