thinking about mom dukes then made this... 

little love

THank GOD

REMember Musiiic

The Good Die Young

This Is Honestly One Of My Favorite Songs I've Ever Recorded 
Just Me Addressing The Fact English Is My Weakest Subject 
Thus After Listing To Illmatic In My Bathroom You Have The 
Illiterate Poet 

Lyrics 

Verse 1 

Took me a whole hour to jot done one line 
No pot this time doing it with a sober mind 
A poet in his time 
I'm soul ahead of my time 
Cause back in time English class was wasted time 
I wish it was a lie cause cursive curved my eye's 
Lock my fingers even tho writing raps let my mind linger in a demeanor that would make me meaner then any Harvard university senior 
An that's from freshman 
My last grade attend 
Teachers teaching never held my attention 
Had a grip on life my hands got sweaty 
So I let it go 
Sike that's unacceptable 
Lets be honest my future couldn't be seen by Nastradames 
I'm so aware of my whereabouts i now this town blinded 
Bump into you don't mind it 
Attitude loud my words silent 
The blindest man see my shine illuminate the whole room 
Don't get mad ill throw off the whole mood like interrupted sex or was it 
The door was open sex tape in motion 
Picture so big how could any person miss it crystal clear 
Even tho my notion will make the entire world notice 
A somewhat illiterate poet can openly show 
No need to close 
Fuck it let all 8 billion know bro they don't so I'ma let you know
I'm broke so 

Verse 2

Now im a hypocrite 
Metal bowl hits my lips 
Just resin from all the weed my lungs stole 
Like a felon coughing but really it's telling on a lil hellion caught himself rebelling do you smell him 
Naw yah don't an if you did then store up in yah lid 
Don't be grown an say I wish i knew this when i was a kid 
You better listen to yo Ken cause they all you got 
When you in front of the bar b held down the spot why would he not 
Homies to the end brothers or friends just keep imagination real 
An no pretend imgage of a nation so clean no need to cleans 
Where my woman who feel they don't fit in 
I'm a man I can do more then try to fit in them thighs 
Just realize i can see threw my real eye an in lies
Alot of lies AM crys Im not here to talk about yah guy I'm here to talk about yah life 
Easier possibletes a monster will in me that always wants to kill emcees 
I do it blissfully simply wanting to make you feel the opposite of empty 
Do you feel empathy an you can keep your sympathy 
I don't want I can't have i think next is illmatic 
I just hope I don't let soul down 
Thinking outside the box but I could last a whole round 
So where's the hoe down i need hoes down bottles going up an herb passed around cause

Illiterate Poet

The tittle track 
Jammin an i murder this one 

Lyrics:
Jammin:
This is a struggle
I meant that this is our struggle
We living by the day hoping we can stay humble
But you mumbling rumbling Dumbledore looking muthafuckers ain't coming close to anything that we do 
Or anything that we say  
Running laps around you faggots like a fuckin relay 
Hit that button replay 
I ain't wrote a rap in a little over 3 days 
Hit the weed to find my mind i lost it on the freeway 
Call a couple girls an maybe have us a 3 way 
Gotta have some food so I'm heading up to speedway its my b day 
But im the one that's giving gifts I'm giving this my all so I promise you will understand that this game is my mission 
And it will be completed fuckin with BarBerriens you will be defeated 
Cooking up some shit like the oven pre heated I mean it with all of my heart all bars no hook yeah we tearing y'all apart 
Got you steady wishing on a stupid little shooting star 
How do we make shooting stall that's a bluff I will not call if you fall go ahead an 
Crawl don't you fuckin play with me I'll show you who's the true MC cuz when I'm finished I'm diminished light a blunt an feel replenished this the realist lyricism that you'll hear an fear in fact 
I'm passin it to Bama it's no wonder why we murder tracks
Verse 2
Bama:
Wasn't destined life 
the minute I was born earned a second try no question why smoother my boundaries in pesticide 
No recognition when me an my homies blow no need for a pot to piss in the world is our oyster 
No gun in a holster can wait to say bro I got you that rover right of the showroom floor 
The look on his face when I open the door letting these rhymes go like parents who can't make the dough reason why the bread is gone 
Some people grab led chrome I found word an instruments English major check the ranking in my penmanship 
Jammin I promise we goin make it even if they get annoyed better then if they avoid 
Take cover as i deploy joy in such a hateful way 
Starting spreading positivity now you hate me great wouldn't have it any other way 
Moma I hope you hear me ahh I won't waste a breath 
As long as I got something say you know me I stay talking for days 
Hope y'all hear me out 
Don't say that shit for nothing mane most people don't listen you got 2 ears 1 mouth way out the decision 
When you find the balance seize your fucking mission cross the path of my direction the morgue is where I send em 
Won't need a pistol or a missile I'ma toot my own horn class it's dismissal 
Somebody press the issue these kids got plenty 
I'm so broke a pretty penny from the bank couldn't repair me
BarBerriens 
K.I.D.S.
On They Way 
All Bars No Hook Nigga 



All Bars No Hook

Just Another Heart Felt Track 
I Hope You All Love It 
Like,Share,Listen


When The Smoke Clears, Reality Appears Ft. B-Hicks

Kiiill'Em Bams

S/O to the producer of this beat
I don't know their name 
They made a very smooth laid back instrumental

Players AntHem

S/O G-Eazy 
These Things Happen 
When It's Dark Out
Rage 

Rage Against The Dyiiing Of The Liiight

Dyiiing Of THe LiiigHt

Siiilver BeacH

Niiicer Dreams (Prod By: Cam On The Beat)

OOOUUU!!! (3Miiix) LAST SIIINGLE

All Bars No Hook 3...
Nov 6th... 
Bama. 3Hiii. J-3oul.

No Hook 3... #ABNH3 J-3oul...

B0RN @GAiiin ...

May It All Still Count

All 4 Luv

Viiib3 4 Y0uuu

Hiii Mobbiiin With My Click

F33Liiing Bad... Viiib3z

Crack Th3 Safe

Briiight Near

That'$ What It I$

My names is Jordan Lofton. A.K.A 3Hiii. My stomping grounds are Dowagiac MI an Berrien Springs MI. I'm a 25 year old starving rapper with no ambition of stopping. I go by J-3ouL. I'm a freestyler at heart but i am a writer at heart. Me an my brothers. BarBerriens. Jammin, Stogie Sto An B-Hicks. Are on a mission to the top. Leaving our mark on Hip-Hop. Ab-Soul is my idol in every aspect. All i ask of the listeners is to just hear me out an spared the word. Thank you an stay up


Sincerely: Soul Brother #3
#3Hiii
#BarBerriens 
#HiiiPoWeR

J-3ouL

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