Discover the themes, story, and feeling behind this song.
No need to adjust your system | This song call it Jack Herer, 'cause a hit strong | Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
No need to adjust your system This song call it Jack Herer, 'cause a hit strong Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump Doubt me? Get in line, 'cause the list long Scandalous type, Nixon 'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on Dick long, gripped in the pits with my wits on Low quick, short wick on a lit bomb Better strong any record Inspectah on I transform to a beast, call me Predacon Upper echelon, Deck'll rap 'til he dead and gone Was an ex-con, now I get my checks on Now a nigga's alright, like I'm never wrong Headstrong, stepping through a present-day Lebanon Like Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone set it off Then I jet, set where the weather's warm Florida, or something (Scratching) Listen, I'm a visionary, killing this, I'm stealing this Hang with a gang that's villainous Building this from the ground up, turn the sound up Launch a round, lay the beat down, like a Dillinger The handgun, can't come close, I'm a phantom Your brand ain't a movement and your jam ain't an anthem Tantrum, crying bitch, if battling's your dying wish I'm a genie, that'll grant that shit, I insist Fly shit, shrunken little sweater—yeah, we tight-knit Tight kicks, flow holy water, like Christ spit Ice pick, swing that mother-fucker like a night stick Prisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit Listeners, take a deep breath I mean I'm recessed ES, mint issue one, you the re-press Refresh your funny style, you should redress Speak less, what's a Braveheart with a weak chest? A knock-out blow, he's down for the count A knock-out blow, he's down for the count A knock-out blow, he's down for the count Listen to this Listen to this I spit bomb, kill 'em softly with this song Click strong, this ain't nothing like a chick song Big John, in the shower with a big blonde Switch on the power, little sour in the big bong I'm big, homes, y'all ain't living 'til you live long Big-boned honey, trying to keep me in the friend zone I touch down, try and put it in her end-zone Pimp on, then I dip on her, like I'm Jim Jones Yes y'all heard the rest, who the best, y'all? You slept off, I'm a threat, what you rep, dog? Respect, dog, here's a bone: go and fetch, dog Mr. Method, my favourite letter is "F", y'all (Ha!) As I continue where we left off Next off the list, another hater is checked off Get lost you trick, check boss, or bet's off More music and less talk, I'm talking about I walk down the street people look at me and say, "Who the hell are you?", I'm just an average Joe Dr Yorgo, the EQ on this will make Czarface's brain bleed He'll become so enraged, he'll self destruct, ha ha ha ha Don't be so foolish, you oaf! I knew Suckface would be stupid enough to surface again Sir, it's Czar and they love him, because he's a hero Well, every hero needs a villain
No similar tracks yet.
