I honelsty dont know why this hasnt blown uo even a wee bit like god DAM this shits 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Bro this shit makes me smile lol Especially this song

Lyrically dude is unmatched. My boys put me on fr. "Smooth as margarine, jarv is harder than army men."

LYRICS:

12 A.M. 
He's at that punch clock again 
It's been a long night 
“What a life” he says, stepping into that parking lot 
Walking across to where his car is parked 
The autumn chill leaving it’s mark with frost upon his windshield 
He starts his engine, sets his front and back defrost at 4- 
And begins to think, of course- 
That same thing that he thought last night and the night before that 
Like, what if he gets on the highway and 
Puts the pedal down on that floor mat and just goes, 
Yeah man, he just goes 

Yeahh, he could be on the west coast in a couple days 
With rubber on the road and a soul on the way to a new beginning 
Living, listening to the low rumble of the radials spinning 
But fear is real, and uncertainty is fear 
And here he is, a man with a plan and a career 
"Who knows, maybe next year" 
He hears himself say into the rear-view mirror 
As the windshield clears for the moon overhead 
He pulls out of that parking lot, taking a right, instead of a left- 
He's Headin’ home 
"Seize the day" they said 
He's Headin’ home 
He puts on the radio and about 15 minutes in, he begins to feel it 
The winding yellow serpents 
The moon, the stars, the auburn leaves fluttering passed- 
Making it seem as if he were traveling hyperspeed fast; 
Relaxed 
And with eyelids like boulders- 
He begins to fold into the droning of the old 5 cylinder motor 
But he's halfway home and this ain't his first rodeo, no sir 
He knows he’ll make it 
Just keep going 
Just keep going, man 

What a life 
What a life, man 

Twisted up 
Spun 
Bathing in bright lights 
What a life 
Yeah- what a life, man 

Hovering over the wreckage, 
With a bird's-eye view of an empty vessel 
He thinks back and he wonders, 
“Man, what would have happened if I had taken that left? 
Too late now I guess” 
“What a life” he says, 
turning his back and laughing at the irony of his current state- 
Based off a decision he'd made for the sake of being safe 
‘Cause when the array of lights that he may have made- 
Shaved the night and gave shape to a frayed landscape 
He died 

What a life

The Boiler Room

What a Life

LYRICS:

Get up 
Get up 
Get up 
Get up 
Jump (get up) 
Jump (come on) 
Jump (get up) x4 

Said, mother-fucker, when I get up- 
I'll stick you the ditch and bitch, you get stuck 
If you really be thinkin' you're dope 
Well, I got a rope that you can piss up 
Like a Ween song 
You ain't on the shit I've been on 
Couldn't even begin to sing a piece of my theme song 
Rock with me now, get caught up in the rhyme 
Get up, and when I say get up- ain't talkin' gettin' high 
I be talkin' gettin' fly, fresh- yes, whatever you call it 
Terminology gotta be on the dime and in the pocket 
Not a prophet, I ain't gonna cure no damn disease 
I just wanna get up and hit the ceiling when the beat hits- 
Me 
I get a feeling so serene when I'm beastin'- 
Flows that these people cannot compete with 
Now peep it 
Keepin' it loud like Ethan's car 
Speakin' in the ring till the king departs 
They all wanna see Jarv and the beats he keeps in charge 
If we can start to vibe with it, I would get by- 
With a mind on a rhyme and a diamond design 
Meaning it's strong and it bond with the- 
High-degree heat beat that Thief provide 

Get up 
Get up 
Get up 
Get up 
Jump (get up) 
Jump (come on) 
Jump (get up) x4 

Hey listen man, you know it doesn't matter what the victims say 
I rock to the rhythm any given day 
never been even a bit afraid 
To contain em with a phrase 
They could never begin to say 
I spray with the mind flow, Nate on a dyno 
Couldn't register- man, I break it and I go 
Home with another poem on the dome 
Soul of a ghost and a horn of a rhino 
Oooooo 
Tearing a hole in your back 
Nowhere to go when the flow's intact 
Double backflip when I bash in your skull cap with a vocal axe 
Slash, so bad- get it open 
In fact, you'll be broken and holdin' my sack 
Roping 'em in, lassoing the cattle, Jack 
Ain't nobody holdin' me back 
It's like that with a flow-type-phat 
Double-bogey, the foe get exact 
Nobody know where the bro 
Coulda known how to flow like that 
No hope for the whack 
So many go with the loco notion they might attack 
But I fold 'em in half when I rap like a madman 
Slapped with a backhand 
They're in a herd, but I'm over the pack 
Yeah, that's good 
I wanna stay over heads 
I don't wanna say what they woulda said 
They could never make me break or deflate 
Nate's gonna be great- no less 
Unless you get your skills up- 
You don't wanna feel it build up 
Gather round, feel the sound 
I ain't down, I'm still up- yeahh

LYRICS:

Like a known fable
I'm a psycho- unstable 
Leave a clone hangin' from the
Microphone cable  x4

Like a known fable
I'm a psycho- unstable 
Leave a clone hangin' from the
Microphone cable
If you really wanna play
Lay your cards on the table
Really wanna play 
Lay your cards on the table  x2

Ooh lookey-loo
Lil' Jarv makin' it hot again
I kick my feet up
And turn a rapper to an ottoman 
I lost it when you dropped that track 
Y'all could not of flossed that phat-
Shit like nasty Nathan Dick
Now get up off the ballsack, Jack
Practice up
If you're gonna attack the master, punk
I'm sick of these whack ass chumps 
Kickin' their bullcrap and junk continuously 
I'm busting these rhymes and breakin' backs 
You must think you're funny comin'
With some trash like that
Fuck it
I'm sittin' in the Boiler Room
Mixin' up a witches brew 
For little punk bitches like him and you 
Thinkin' you're ballin' 
I'm callin' 'em all to get in the cauldron 
It's appalling 
Y'all should not be wantin' to walk 
Before you're crawling 
Possibly I'm too harsh
Probably I'm not 
Any contender pretending to-
Be better than me- shot in thee dark
Never could any competitor vest me
Never be thinkin' of trying to test me
Its not a dis, you just don't have the heart
Beeitch 

Like a known fable
I'm a psycho- unstable 
Leave a clone hangin' from the
Microphone cable
If you really wanna play
Lay your cards on the table
Really wanna play 
Lay your cards on the table  x2

Who's in charge here? 
Jarv, dear (sup?)
Who's the all-star startin' shit 
Parkin' part of his car here
Huh?
Iunno, fuck it 
Upchuck in a bucket and suck a dick
Like a jam about a man from Nantucket 
Advanced pumpin' of the lyric'll leave you
Ridin' on the tide 
I have oversight 
Leavin' wise guys tryina survive
I, the prize fighter rhyme-type
Rhymin' in the mic might 
Be leavin' these weak MC's 
Sleepin' with night lights
That is a fact, bitch 
Jarv got that phat shit
Tear any microphone-
Up into tiny bits and fragments 
Your bound catch a massive chunk of-
Shrapnel from the rap skill
Need a thousand gallon vat-
To catch half of the blood my track spill
I'm that ill
I spaz till I make my points known
My track'll snap your whack ass in half
That is how my joints go
My voice blows holes 
Through monitors and microphones
Leavin' a spoiled bitch soilin' drawers 
While they whine, cry and moan
Don't come to fight it
I funk the tightest 
You cannot run
You cannot hide 
I've got you in my sight, bitch 
Get your Vicodin 
'Cause I'm a Viking when I write the shit
You got a touch of downs 
But kid, I've got the touch of Midas
It's gooooold
Whether or not that's where it goes
I'm platinum when I'm rappin'
I don't need a plaque to show
I'm smackin' various foes
From all area codes
Mastered in masterin'
miscellaneous variables

Like a known fable
I'm a psycho- unstable 
Leave a clone hangin' from the
Microphone cable
If you really wanna play
Lay your cards on the table
Really wanna play 
Lay your cards on the table  x2

Yo check it out man
Word
Yo what's the deal man
What
Yo how you doin man
Good
Yo how ya feel man
Great  x8

Cards

LYRICS:

Open up your eyelids, look at the horizon 
Tell me what you see, do you see me smilin'? 
Naw, probly not, my spirit is right here 
Sittin' my captain's chair with a bottle of beer 
And it's good, yeah it's great, for heaven's sake, I love the taste 
Of a cold one- chillin' at 8pm on Sunday writin' poems 
That the people love- it's what the people need 
It's me Jarvy on the rhyme, man- Thief is on the beat 
Heat the masses, at least the nooks crannies 
Someday I'll fill an atlas with cats who understand me 
Rambling off a lesson trying to make it all fit 
Profit is not the focus, but I won't oppose it one bit 
Don't throw shit that you can't pick up 
I'm quick rip that shit up 
In it for the rhythm, never spittin' to make a quick buck 
Yo, do you get it yet? 'Cause I can do it all day 
Man, I can do it till your ruined or your hair turns gray 
And long after, I be the rafters 
Swingin' back and forth on vines- divine rappers test it 
I guarantee I'll wreck ya' body while I'm restin' 
Best to check your head and get to steppin' 

Say, what's all the fuss about? 
Jumpin' and jivin' and buckin' about? 
Jarvy the man- he be rockin the benefit better than y'all 
Somethin' about the way he moves the tongue 
If it was a comp, he woulda won- dun dada 
Thinkin' he got it, wanna stop him, but he buggin' out 
What's all the fuss about? 
Shut ya' mutha-fuckin' mouth 
Don't even consider gettin' close 
He boast a bunch about the skill 
Sure, maybe some of it is filler- 
But the kid'll still get your girl and drill her 
Lady killer 

Smooth as margarine, Jarv is harder than army men 
Well maybe not, but watch as I'm- 
Gettin' props from your mom and them 
Them being her friends, hot damn, they on some cougar shit 
They tell me that they love my hair, they tell me that I'm 2 legit 
"Never quit, Jarv" 
"You da shit, Jarv" 
Oh, you're too kind, I'm blushing and my dick's hard 
Uhhhh woah, stop- now go 
Back and attack whack cats with that flow 
You know what I'm 'bout, yeah- you know how I feel 
You know I'm a fool 
Crackin' jokes coppin' a feel upon the bossoms 
'Mmmmm, damn babeh you pretty 
I'll marry you and carry you throughout your favorite city 
Or town- 
Baby, I'm ready to settle down- start a family 
But she didn't like the rambling of clown 
So my sad face overcame my dad face 
Mad haste made to her sister with the braids 

Say, what is all the fuss about? 
Jumpin' and jivin' and buckin' about? 
Jarvy the man- he be rockin the benefit better than y'all 
Somethin' about the way he moves the tongue 
If it was a comp, he woulda won- dun dada 
Thinkin' he got it, wanna stop him, but he buggin' out 
What's all the fuss about? 
Shut ya' mutha-fuckin' mouth 
Don't even consider gettin' close 
He boast a bunch about the skill 
Sure, maybe some of it is filler, 
But the kid'll still get your girl and drill her 
Lady killer 

Yeah, I guess I'll tell the truth- I ain't cool and I'm weak 
I'm a shit talkin' bitch, lady killer? Never me 
But I love 'em, somethin' about the way that they walk 
We don't have to fuck, we can just talk x2 

You can ride with me 
You can buy me things 
You take me out 
And pay to fine dine with me x4 

Lady killer

Lady Killer

LYRICS:

Last night in Winterfell, drinkin' white Zinfandel 
The story of ages- I might live to tell 
Gettin' paid when I play, baby- I'm famous and it's swell 
Gettin' laid to the backtrack of Saved by the Bell 
I be drinkin' red on a memory foam bed 
Pinot Noir, get up in broads- I palm flesh 
Your mom is a crack whore, bomb till the back's sore 
School any fool, he be fully takin' wrong tests 
Gelatinous ass, matter fact- I'm compatible 
Data batterin' any cat actin' bad on the avenue 
Catapult scatterin' a bad attitude back to Malibu 
100 proof Absolut, doggin' hoochies like a Malamute 
Yeah.. WOOF WOOF, BABY 
Big dog on the block got the verses and the hooks, baby 
Lately I can see that you've been glued into your seat 
Please get up up onto your feet and then begin groovin' with me

I know whatcha wanna see 
Come to the show, come flow wit me 
Get down y'all 
Get down y'all 
Make it fast, gurl make it quick 
Shake ya' ass and break ya' hip 
Get down y'all 
Get down y'all 

Kickin' it, cocked back- the tom-tom talkin' 
The kick and the high-hat- your mom pop-lockin' 
Rhythm- I got that, who gwan' wan' stop him? 
Y'all either fall back, or y'all start rockin' 
All the ladies drop it to the rhythm on the radio 
Natey may be insane, he's evading mainly the crazy hoes 
Jaded off every Joe claimin' he know like, "ain't he dope" 
I bet a no, I'm set to go, I throw them in Locker of Davey Jones 
Run 'em in, summer's in and he turnin' up the temperature 
Plug 'em in, punishin' speakers, people and their predecessors 
Done being bummy, she at the show, I know I will impress her 
Come wit me honey, the professor- lyrical skill endeavor 
Aux cable and all that, figgety-fall back 
The flows blast, hoes control the ballsack 
Lambasted, jaw-jack Joe- you so whack 
Toe-tag the flow, Jarv bad and you know that 

Plenty skill 
People sweat me like, "ain't he real" 
VT, VA, SD, Amityville 
And he still- 
At it, combatin', battle and build 
Candy rapper tryina bite'll get his cavity drilled x2 

Fill it in 
Uh, uh, uh x4 

I know whatcha wanna see 
Come to the show, come flow with me 
Get down y'all 
Get down y'all 
Make it fast gurl make it quick 
Shake ya' ass and break ya' hip 
Get down y'all 
Get down y'all 

I wanna grow a flat-top 
A flat-top fade 
I wish I could grow a flat-top 
A flat-top fade x4 

Plenty skill 
People sweat me like, "ain't he real" 
VT, VA, SD, Amityville 
And he still- 
At it, combatin', battle and build 
Candy rapper tryina bite'll get his cavity drilled 

Fill it in 
Uh, uh, uh x4

Flat-Top

LYRICS:

Smooth as velvet, you can tell it's too true 
Do whatever you do, the dude dwells in the- 
Cellar where the bass and rats be 
Since I quit my J O B machining at the factory 
Great like Gatsby, eeh-gad, the cat with the phat speech 
Clear a path, he's running the track like an athlete 
Sway to the vibe, Thief and I provide 
Come down to the Boiler Room 
Take a step inside of the rhythm 
Baby, lose your mind to what I'm givin'- 
You, the lyrics and the patterans that are within 
In the cut- 
I lie, but I will never babble with them 
Leavin' MCs scatterin'- infallible, bow to victims 
If ya - begin listenin' to what I'm tellin' you 
I'll never have to send you and your yellow crew to hell 
But through the fire and flames, you will cry in pain 
Gift given to those using my style in vain 

We be them fellas who- 
Do dat shit 
Do dat shit 
The cat is fantastic, mass lyrical backflips 
Nasty with it, in fact batshit, mad skill 
You cats tryina rap, will catch a javelin in the back 
Do dat shit 
Do dat shit 
Huh? 
The cat is fantastic, mass lyrical backflips 
Nasty with it, in fact batshit, mad skill 
You cats tryina rap, will catch a javelin in the back 

Still dope 
Still smooth 
Still relaxin' 
Still havin' fun with this rap shit 
Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme 
And I laugh with the crowd 
Laugh with the friends 
I have a lot for that I'm proud x2 

Smooth as velvet, dude is well-writ and well-read 
Grab the microphone and melt heads 
You're steppin' on egg shells 
A wrong don't make a right, but two rights make a left 
Well-said 
(you mean 3?) 
Ahh, yes, yes- you guessed it, I'm Kickin' it, I'm posted 
A mad scientist in his lab mixin' potions to get 'em hooked 
You cannot learn this in a book 
Yes, I've been a crook- but now I've got the rhythm- women look 
Nobody's smooth these days 
Their music makes Nate want to rudely crusade and say 
What he gotta say 
It's obvious you are a novice, 
Wait a minute, maybe I'll display how to properly operate 
Check it out now, no- check it out then 
I'm ready to go back in time with my pen 
But never that, I'll go with the flow one mo'gin 
Real rhymin' is timeless, it knows no end 

No bounds to this 
Bros pound the fist 
Gotta make it pound 
Until the hoes bounce to this 
Gather 'round and get 
Low-down and dip, 
Step in the Boiler Room 
You know it goes down to this x2 

Still dope 
Still smooth 
Still relaxin 
Still havin fun with this rap shit 
Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme 
And I laugh with the crowd 
Laugh with the friends 
I have a lot for that I'm proud 
Still dope 
Still smooth 
Still relaxin 
Still havin fun with this rap shit 
Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme 
And I laugh with the crowd 
Take a step into the Boiler Room 
Come on down 

Come down to The Boiler Room 
C'mon 
Take a step into The Boiler Room 
That's right x4 

Vibe to the rhythm and the sound 
Nod to the kick, get down 
Thief on the beat, makin' pound 
Live from The Boiler Room under the ground x2 

Come down to The Boiler Room 
C'mon 
Take a step into The Boiler Room 
That's right x4

Velvet

LYRICS:

I'm going hungry 
Grab the microphone and spit the bungee- 
Chord flow, contort and control the country 
Not a lot of proceeding with portions that they brung me 
So I'm treatin weak MCs as a substitute for lunch meat 
The problem is- the time that I'm squandering 
Pondering rhymes, fondeling dimes 
Not trying to get a job again 
I wanna stop until l I start feeling properly confident 
Stomping sense into martyrs, using their blood as a condiment 
I wander in a state of oblivion 
Livid, livin' in a schism landscape 
You better not get in this man's face 
Trainin' his way to becomin' incredible 
When will it happen? I can't say 
Pay him for his damn tape, put fame on this man's plate 
No matter the case- nobody could make 
Nathan overlook his morals or forfeit or break 
Buckle or bend 
Fuck it, I've been bucklin' down 
Hearin' em chucklin' until I give 'em somethin' to suck again 
What now 

Bust it 
Seasoning the track, leaving 'em dusted 
Add a little spice, it's nice and the ladies love it 
All these cheesy rap cats'll get scrapped, trashed in the rubbish 
It's the easy mac daddy, fattening y'all up on a budget 
Crushed in - the mortar bowl, the kid is sorta bold 
When it comes to makin' a mess with the pestle, death'll unfold 
Get to steppin' bro, I ain't no steppin' stone 
Lethal weapon vocal 
Keepin' these heathens steaming like vegetables 
Healthy 
Come and help yourself to a helping that is heaping 
Muy facil, simply speaking 
Believe me- Tabasco 
So hot that I'll make hell feel like it's freezing 
Till you begin dreaming of me when you're sleeping 
Wake up, punk- time for breakfast 
Next up on the guest list, J A to the R V, set to wreck shit 
The eggs get scrambled, MCs get burnt toast 
The timer goes ding, I'm ready to eat my meal and go 

I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
Eat any punk MC 
Until I feel my meal is complete x2 

- cuts by Crusty Cuts 

Trust me, I'm gonna look really full soon

Hungry

LYRICS:

Alone 
Caught up in the mix of an unknown city 
Yet it all felt vaguely familiar 
As though he’d been there a past life, or in a dream 
He wanders aimless 

Set adrift from the bus stop 
Amongst traffic lights and cops 
The sound and lights hit his face like waves 
He remains unphased, navigating alleyways 
With a strange sense of recollection 
As he enters the great divide 
Between two scrapers of sky 
A cold wind rips through his clothin’ 
And brings a tear to his eye 
Frozen, he shivers from the bitter cold wind 
As he pulls his jacket tight and his hood low, 
Tugging at the drawstring 
He heads for the closest bar and takes a seat 
Orders up a cold one and somethin hot to eat 
He takes out a book of poems and begins to read 
But with his old eyes and with that dull light, 
it’s easier to look at that mirror and think 
A lone traveler, an artist 
Lookin’ for life, love and happiness 
In a glass half-full of hardship 
And with the words “love and loss” 
Inscribed inside his mind, he sighs deep 
Closin’ his eyes, all he really needs is sleep 

He awoke, noticing the chick on his left, two seats down 
Couldn’t be anymore’n 22 at a New York bar, no one around 
Somethin’ about the scene was so profound 
Yeah, he saw the beauty in the truly broke and low-down 
“Hello” he says, “what’s your story” 
The chick looked over and said 
“I was on my way to Burma-Shave, I just stopped to get some rest” 
Not wanting to test the patience of this girl he just met 
He looked back into the mirror, when she looked over and said, 
“You from around here?” 
“Naw, it’s my first day” the man replied 
“I just arrived on the greyhound and I’m only stayin’ one night” 
“Oh, that’s cool. You here for any particular reason?” 
“Not really, I just wanted get away- 
Change the scene, catch the breathing” 
“Yeah, I know the feelin’ 
When you just gotta do some soul-searchin’, it’s so urgent 
You gotta purge- search Earth for the worth in person 
I can assume, as you get older- it only worsens 
‘Cause every passing day, I feel the erosion from the whirlwind” 

Ya' know at first the man was taken back by that response 
He just couldn’t figure out why, 
It was kinda like this chick had read his mind 
It seemed apparent they shared some sort of other-worldly bond 
He couldn’t put his finger on 
Almost like they had met at one time 
And so he studied her every move, looks, dialect and attitude 
Kept asking her questions- grillin’ her, feelin’ her vibe and mood 
“Who are you? What’s your story? Where you from? What do you do?” 
“I’m a writer with a vision on a mission to find the truth” 
Replied the chick with perfect diction while she scribbled on a napkin 
The man was so distracted by everything that was happenin’ 
He didn’t catch the words, but when he looked he could see three 
‘Cept it was too dark in the room and far away for him to read 
She handed the man the pen, demandin’ the man’s attention- 
Said, “Nathan, I know you know me- and you know we’ll meet again” 
Like that the girl was gone, the man woke up, pen in his palms 
To his left; a napkin, he read it- 
"Love and loss" 

When you’re out on your own 
And you’re travelin’ a road 
And you’re never gonna stop 
Never gonna go home 
No home, not anymore 
You ain’t got nowhere to go 
You ain’t got no one to hold; 
Love and loss 

You look into a past 
That is shattered and cracked 
Scatterin’ years, laughs, 
Tears and fears and no cash 
Toe-back, shoe-lace ripped, 
Brain snapped at stem 
Flash back to the when; 
Love and loss 

Hold back, no, hold tight 
The slow draft, the cold night 
The show might not proceed 
Unknown flight- meet your needs 
The foresight cannot see 
The light at the end of the tunnel 
Troubled, under- 
Love and loss 

The lonely one, the only one 
Who seemed to hold and mend 
Was gone a long time ago 
I know, I can see you hold it in 
And now you’re wishing you could 
Befriend the breeze and the wind 
Man, you had that dream again; 
Love and loss

Love & Loss

LYRICS:

Rock the rhythm, move your feet 
Everybody gettin' loose to the boogety-beat 
Be free to the kick, high-hat and snare 
Discrete, slow, fast or flare 
Take care of yourself, don't push too hard 
Don't get stuck, baby- gotta be smart 
Let it come natural 
Whether mellow or fast 
Ya' gotta match the pace 
About face with the fashion 
Action, never passin' out, smash and dash 
And when the beat drop, collapse 
Into the vibe intermittent 
With the rhymes that I'm kickin' 
Lifetimes symbolized by the high-hat tickin' 
Get it, got it, good 
Understood what it gotta be 
Not a comedy, on an odyssey 
With a bundle of bottom feedin' 
Poverty stricken people bodily wobblin' 
Wantin' to find a better day 
With melodic equality 
Promising nothing 
Gotta blend in- 
To flow of the river comin' 'round the bend 
I can, I kick my steps- I jam 
All alone with a head full of friends 
You bend to the rules, I bend to the beat 
I've been extending a dead end street 
Rain falls a drizzle 
Makin' ripples in the creek 
Keep movin' as one 
And the cycle don't cease 
Be free to do 
Be free to be- you 
Do whatever you see fit, kid- breath 
Sigh of relief, yeah, a breath of fresh 
Keep it movin' to the rhythm 
Till you learn the steps 
Left to right, now right to left 
Spin like a cyclone, break ya' neck 
Don't look at your feet 
Ya' gotta keep lookin' forward 
The dance of life has no end 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 

No end in sight 
I speak, I write 
Part of a cycle- 
Spark in the night 
Found my rhythm when I was just a pre-teen 
Gotta fuck the scene up and show my light 
My life is this, my life is that 
A bit of blues 
A little jazz 
A boom and a bap, fact is 
Doing it, ruinin' cats, 
Fuming in fact, 
grabbin' ahold of the rhythm 
And I never lose track 
Poetic inevitability is livin' within me 
Infinity- finishin' anybody with a simile 
I really be feelin' an innovative bit of energy, 
I dare anybody to 
Kick a rhyme in my vicinity 
I'm witty with it, really killin' 
All of my shows 
I suppose you don't know 
Well, I guess I gotta show 
You how the fuck it goes 
Alright, I speak, write, read, I flow 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control x2 

Rock with it, rock with it 
Non-stop with it 
Clock tic-tocs- 
I'm still on top with it 
Watch it when I kick it up 
A couple fuckin' notches 
Stop in and you'll find that 
I be killin' all the gossip 
Destiny 
That's a real big word 
Testin' me 
Rest in peace to the herbs 
I merged with the force 
When I came to the fork 
The river took hold and I lost all form 
It set my course 
Now I got a path 
For the back and the forth 
Never givin' in until I master the sword 
And I'm heard from the west- 
to the south- to the north 
Contort it with a white cap 
In event of an emergency 
I'm sure to be murderin' 
Any hurdle inadvertently 
Drowning? 
I'm never bound to be bringin' it down 
I'll be found flowin' on the surface 
Permanently 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control x2

The Beat

LYRICS:

I'm takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Takin' it back to the basics 
A beat and a rhyme 
For these MCs fakin' x4 

Hold it 
Huh? 
Hold it right there 
Nowadays MCs just don't care 
Talkin' all that bullshit, y'all could never pull this 
Flow similar to my golden hair 
Go nowhere 
So sincere 
Grab the microphone, make you show them tears 
Rip it to the rhythm with a bit of competitive nature 
Nate gonna make it oh so clear 
On stage rappin' with your whack-ass crab walk 
Thinkin' you're slick 'cause you can kick a little fast talk? 
I can too, bitch 
Run through crews, bitch 
Whatcha gonna do 
Who ya' gonna run to, bitch? 
It's true most rappers suck 
Word to Slug, number 2, Bad Dub 
When it breaks it'll all come together 
When I take ya brain, I'm gonna shake, rattle, sever 
Get a plate for the feast, get a coat for the weather 
Get a way for the means and a hope for the cheddar 
Get away from me, kid- I don't wanna be together 
I'm takin' the beat 'cause I flow to it better 
"He don't know any better" 
Yeah, he must not 
'Cause I flow to the bitter end and never gon' stop 
Might blow up, but it won't go pop 
Word to De La Soul and all that real Hip-Hop 
No, it won't flop, 
No, and it ain't never gon' change 
All of that tough talk soundin' the same 
Sick of thy idiot bidding, goodbye 
My advice might be to try a different lane 
Feel the pain, 
Yo the game nowadays is a big ol' maze 
Full of robots, no motherboards or brains 
Synthetic MCs are pathetic indeed 
Especially when you see 'em placed next to me 

I'm takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Takin' it back to the basics 
A beat and a rhyme 
For these MCs fakin' x4 

Nowadays, most MCs ain't shit 
Tempt me, bitch- I'm gonna come to grips 
With the microphone 
Might smite you despite the clones 
You came with, the second the bass hits 
Sick of the carbonated copies and lame kids 
Kickin' the the same flows, sayin' the same shit 
With the same stance, wearin' the same clothes 
You tryina rap, or get into fashion? 
Take your pick 
Single out a million idiots in a video 
Gimme the visibility, really willin' to kill it 
Showin' anybody up 
Who really be kickin a wicked flow? 
Admit it, you bit it, you better get up out the vision, bro 
Devoted to the rhythm, it's a miracle, there we go 
Daredevil upon a microphone, he blowin' out your stereo 
paired up with a pen and a pad, he bad 
He had a massive amount of attack packed in a track 
That is that 
This is this 
Class dismissed, grow a sack and a dick 
Fuck a Rolex, fuck a Jag and a hit 
My rhyme'll leave an average cat with slashed wrists 
When a Thief track hits, mad kids get split 
By the thick bassline and the phat drum kit 
Kid, the faculty ain't got jack on me 
Word of advice, move back when I begin 
Yeah, back up 
It's my turn to talk 
Grab the microphone 
I be burnin' hot 
Set it on fire, don't matter if I'm cool 
I'll be burnin it down, bound to rock the spot 
Everybody wanna talk that phat shit 
(Phat shit) 
But they could never hack the tactics I smash with 
I'm back with that rat-a-tat, batterin' whack cats 
Rhyme fully-automatic, you're an old bolt-action 
I bust that shit, you be jammin' up 
You could never match half of the stamina 
You steppin to this? 
Yo, I'm wreckin' your shit 
DTM talkin' that garbage? 
Man, you dumb 
Tough luck, fucked up, now you're takin an L 
Name's Jarv, kid- I vacation in hell 
Wanna battle me? That'll be a fatality undoubtedly 
I laughed at the fake when he fell 
Ha

Basics

LYRICS:

Sittin' in The Boiler Room x4 

Come down to The Boiler Room 
C'mon 
Take a step into The Boiler Room 
That's right x4 

Vibe to the rhythm and the sound 
Sound 
Nod to the kick, get down 
Down 
Thief on the beat, makin' it pound 
Pound 
Live from The Boiler Room under the ground 
Ground x2 

Come down to The Boiler Room 
C'mon 
Take a step into The Boiler Room 
That's right x4 

As the pen strokes move freely, 
Yet in sync with the rhythm provided by ThiefofBaghdad, 
The eyes roll back in the head and the soul controls the movement 
So put down the phones, open your eyes, ears and minds 
And listen 
Welcome to The Boiler Room

Welcome

I'm Jarv. 
I'm an MC / Producer from Windsor, VT.
Sup.

Lady Killer

Jarv.

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