Jean Grae - The Jam
Jean Grae - The Jam
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Go, Khrysis!
Alright, let's get down to business
Pour out some Guinness
Khrysis, get on the jack and tell them that's still finished
Khrysis to the Jesus
The genius came back as a phoenix
9Th like, "Yo, Jean, I got some heaters"
Well, I got some lines to turn grown men
Back into the fetus position with their penis hissing
Didn't mean to be the meanest spitting
It just happened, you know
Like getting drunk and then you slip and you're cheating
It's been a crazy year
Brought back the door knockers, baby hair
One sleeve up like Slim Shady's gear
I'm writing with the Phoenix baby's work ethic
Plus I'm Aileen Wuornos, minus the murder record
Thus I'm highly unconcerned
You can find me mouth turned
Like the smiley up on AOL (You're a fucking nerd)
Fuck it, so? You fucks with it though
The structureless flow
The seemingly haphazard really exact patterns
Son Jean is Jean, Travis, y'all is Jack
By and large the fact of the matter
The I'm in charge that rapper
That's accurate, spectacular, fantastic shit
Front to lesson uncontested, clunky bitch
We're all stepping 'cause this is the fucking jam
Keep on turning the beat up and people clap your hands
My niggas keep thugging, my ladies throw up your hands
Dance to the record, just dance to the record, girl
We're all stepping 'cause this is the fucking jam
Keep on turning the beat up and people just clap your hands
My niggas keep thugging, my ladies throw up your hands
Dance to the record, just dance to the record, boy
I need a private insane asylum to grant asylum to me
It could get violent quickly if you're walling with me, God forgive me
An honorary anonymous superstar
Followed by the very promise of loot but it's too good for
The low road, but no going back
Not when you got a fucking logo and a promo rack
Signing records, taking pictures, you can no-no that
Gotta finish, gotta win, as God is my witness, I'm in
And y'all will have to jump me out of this bitch
I'm talking Eastsiders, Westsiders, Bloods and Crips
All them Decepts, at least three sets and clips
Then I'll reset, until then it's recess, bitch
Come on
We're all stepping 'cause this is the fucking jam
Keep on turning the beat up and people clap your hands
My niggas keep thugging, my ladies throw up your hands
Dance to the record, just dance to the record, girl
We're all stepping 'cause this is the fucking jam
Keep on turning the beat up and people just clap your hands
My niggas keep thugging, my ladies throw up your hands
Dance to the record, just dance to the record, boy