[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I say, yo
I said, when I first started this shit, I just swore I had the right vision
I critiqued my whole style, added a little lyricism
It was quite timid
And I'm sure you came here, prepared with things you think that I might mention
Nah...we gon’ do this wit' a slight difference
Your life's endin’, pipe liftin'
In the scope, eyes squinted
Light-skinned-ed
BANG! - ‘til there's no more left, then the right kickin'
BANG! Now there's one more left for the nice Smith n'
Shine on Chess (chest): ice pendant
BANG! Steel (still) get off: white privilege!
My mind trippin'...
If I don't get rid of this throwaway, it’s a life sentence
Ponder, “You know, it Must Be Nice”
Gotta think before you let it go: it’s Lyfe Jennings!
I'm quite gifted, and so ferocious
Back in the days, I used to hit the block wit’ most the dro'
Weed and the Glock
Stick and the pot: Hocus Pocus!
You know I'm totin'!
Ain’t you from the “College of Kickin' Doors Down”?
Oh, you broke it open
See, me, I hit ya home with soldiers
We do B-&-Es with no commotion
Take the back side in, and turn the inside out: do the Hokey Pokey!
You know it's loaded!
U.S. Desert is legal
Oh, you ain't like that Abercrombie bar?
(*chk-chk*) How 'bout this American Eagle!?
BANG! I pop those!
You talk struggle?
Man, my homie did a seven-year bid and got poke
They told him on his route, it was death or jail, and he got both!
Who got smoke?
If it's problems, I look at it as problems, not jokes!
Silencer, I potato the beef: make pot roast!
The Glock close!
And I keep a deuce
I was gon' hit Steams wit' two
But this shit to plant in your mouth: I'm makin' vegan food
Release it, too- Nah!
Well, Steams, think I'mma make you swallow a bullet, and then I'm leavin' you?
BOW! Now you can have your Cake, and you can eat it, too!
I'm creepin' through!
I come around, and you still Cakin' the fuck up!?
Well, when this round through, ain't NOBODY wakin' the fuck up!
Your luck's up, no tolerance
The nose stuffed: it got sinuses
And if Chess (chest) rub me wrong...there's gon' be a lot of vics (Vicks)!
Demolish shit!
I shook his pride wit' a bigga 9, then the semi fly
Pop, and I have more tools (half-mortals)...demiGod!
The shit I palm make a loud boom
Oh, y'all don't think I'll peel (pill) this lil' boy? How rude
Revolver, push down his cap and spin: this child proof!
Jersey!
I say, yo
I said, when I first started this shit, I just swore I had the right vision
I critiqued my whole style, added a little lyricism
It was quite timid
And I'm sure you came here, prepared with things you think that I might mention
Nah...we gon’ do this wit' a slight difference
Your life's endin’, pipe liftin'
In the scope, eyes squinted
Light-skinned-ed
BANG! - ‘til there's no more left, then the right kickin'
BANG! Now there's one more left for the nice Smith n'
Shine on Chess (chest): ice pendant
BANG! Steel (still) get off: white privilege!
My mind trippin'...
If I don't get rid of this throwaway, it’s a life sentence
Ponder, “You know, it Must Be Nice”
Gotta think before you let it go: it’s Lyfe Jennings!
I'm quite gifted, and so ferocious
Back in the days, I used to hit the block wit’ most the dro'
Weed and the Glock
Stick and the pot: Hocus Pocus!
You know I'm totin'!
Ain’t you from the “College of Kickin' Doors Down”?
Oh, you broke it open
See, me, I hit ya home with soldiers
We do B-&-Es with no commotion
Take the back side in, and turn the inside out: do the Hokey Pokey!
You know it's loaded!
U.S. Desert is legal
Oh, you ain't like that Abercrombie bar?
(*chk-chk*) How 'bout this American Eagle!?
BANG! I pop those!
You talk struggle?
Man, my homie did a seven-year bid and got poke
They told him on his route, it was death or jail, and he got both!
Who got smoke?
If it's problems, I look at it as problems, not jokes!
Silencer, I potato the beef: make pot roast!
The Glock close!
And I keep a deuce
I was gon' hit Steams wit' two
But this shit to plant in your mouth: I'm makin' vegan food
Release it, too- Nah!
Well, Steams, think I'mma make you swallow a bullet, and then I'm leavin' you?
BOW! Now you can have your Cake, and you can eat it, too!
I'm creepin' through!
I come around, and you still Cakin' the fuck up!?
Well, when this round through, ain't NOBODY wakin' the fuck up!
Your luck's up, no tolerance
The nose stuffed: it got sinuses
And if Chess (chest) rub me wrong...there's gon' be a lot of vics (Vicks)!
Demolish shit!
I shook his pride wit' a bigga 9, then the semi fly
Pop, and I have more tools (half-mortals)...demiGod!
The shit I palm make a loud boom
Oh, y'all don't think I'll peel (pill) this lil' boy? How rude
Revolver, push down his cap and spin: this child proof!
Jersey!
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