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Jarvage Vol. 1

Definition of a Rap Flow Contest Entry

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

The Boiler Room

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:

One month ago a hun done approached 
After one of my shows, said she funked with the flow 
"Why, thanks" 
"No problem, your rhymes are phat 
Nice to meet you, I'm Jasmine- my friends call me Jazz" 
"Wow, that's real cool, yeah- I'm Jarv, it's a pleasure" 
"I know that already" 
"Pshh, c'mon, yeah whatever 
Don't butter me up" 
She said, "I would if I could 
You wanna get a drink" 
"Yeah, we probly should" 

She got a mixed drink, I got a beer 
She whispered in my ear, "Wanna disappear dear? 
Got a house down the street, you can see it from here" 
She downed her drink, took my hand and steered 
With each step down the sidewalk, I felt the glow grow 
Feelin' in the chest, I could never let go 
I felt the skin and I stroked with the thumb 
It's been a long time since I was in love 
Might sound dumb, but it might be true 
Took so long to finally find you 
We arrived at her place, her eyes and her face shined bright 
We're climbin' the staircase to her room 
Then we entered and I sat upon her bed 
She pushed me back, you know what happened next 
No one in the past came close, compared 
To the light of the moon on her hair 
I'm so serious, she got me delirious 
Long brown hair and the scent of spearmint 
I fear for the day when she leaves my side 
Reminded of a Futawn line, I tried to contain myself 
But any attempt would fall through cracks 
When her red silk voice spoke volumes 
I call you Jazz, I call you the one 
Jazz, you so bad, I'm stunned 

You a bad woman 
You a bad woman 
You a bad woman 
I got it bad x2 

Called you last night, it was late, I know 
Felt the ring pulsatin' the pain in the dome 
As I lie in my bed, with my eyes on the ceiling 
If you ain't home, then where the hell'd you go 
It's been a month, I know it ain't that long 
But I can't think straight and I can't write songs 
Give me a call, Jazz- I just wanna talk 
And hear that red silk voice tell me what went wrong 
I know that night mighta been unplanned 
But it felt too right for a one night stand 
Feelin' in the gut, can't stand, can't breath 
Take a step outside and everything I see is- 
You 
From the cloud to the grass 
The one time I wasn't tryina pound it and pass 
I'd been lookin' for love and thought I found it at last 
What I found was a frown and a flask 
I'm a mess, feelin' helpless, swore we connected 
The more that I felt it, the further I fell in 
Clutched by the grasp of Jazz the bad woman 
Now I'm askin' myself what I'm doin 
This ain't like me, but girl- your boy's frail 
I'm callin' your phone just to hear the voicemail 
As the red silk voice turns to black velvet 
My heart breaks and I can't help it 
It's all over, I'm so hopeless 
Thought you completed me, now you're leavin' me broken 
Howl at the moon like a lone wolf, bruisin' my soul took 
You could never undo, true that I'm so shook 
Whatever, I guess it was never destined to be 
And it'll be testin me until I'm restin' in peace 
I promise this call will be the last one 
Jazz, you so bad- I'm done 

You a bad woman 
You a bad woman 
You a bad woman 
I got it bad x2

Bad Woman

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:

I woke up in a wreck on somebody's back deck 
I stumbled down the street- beer and weed on my breath 
"What happened?" is the only question I could fathom asking 
As a stumbled in to vomit in the gas station bathroom 
Crusted in my mustache- I must ask the cashier 
Where I can find a trash bin to throw this condom wrapper in 
Least there's a possibility I wore one 
Who's the lucky lady? What may Natey have contracted? 
As I leave, I'm trying desperately 
To unweave this tapestry and pick up every last puzzle piece 
But I can't do it, I'm ruined and I cannot reassemble 
I blame it on the pain in my temple 
I've been to the bottom and here I am again 
I gotta find my car and I gotta find my friends 
I feel like shit, man- I feel so alone 
I got high last night and I didn't go home 

I'm tryina think back to the beginning of the bender 
The last I remember was Sam the bartender 
Trek down the street through 90 degree weather 
Skin color- green, I should be on a stretcher 
Walkin' down Mainstreet, a car pulls up 
Pizza face baby weighed about 3 bucks 
"I had fun last night, you got my number, hit me up" 
I looked her in the eyes and I replied like, "yup." 
I make it to the the bar- find my car is parked 
The only problem is, I don't know where the keys are 
RETARD 
I would to call a homie, but hey- wouldn'tcha know 
The phone in my pocket could desperately use a recharge 
I step into the bar and ask if I can use the phone 
They were like, "Nate, after we cut you off- where did you go?" 
Uuugh, man- I really wish I knew, but I don't 
All I know is I got high and I didn't go home" 

I called up Teece, I was like, "Ayy, wassup 
I'm hungover at the station, please come pick me up 
My car's out front, but I can't find the keys" 
He was like, "Dude I took 'em- remember? You tried to leave" 
"Well, dude- you couldn't gimme a ride?" 
"Man, I tried, but you left with that fat chick, insisting that you were fine" 
Noooo 
God why 
Fuck me 
I ran outside and dry-heaved in the street 
Who coulda seen? I hope nobody knows 
I'm beginning to think that I'm outta control 
I oughtta get it together but I know that I won't 
That's the way the cookie crumbles, that's life- I suppose 
So there I sit, basking in shame 
'Till Teece pulled up and he laughed in my face 
He handed me my keys, "Hey, thanks- I gotta go 
I got high last night and it's time to go home" 

I'll wake up in a fog- god dang, good god 
I'll put it all together like "oh-lawd" 
I hardly ever smoke, it's a fact that I drink 
Put 'em both together, I'll be yackin' in a sink x2.5

Oh-Lawd

LYRICS:

Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Actin' like life is a big commercial x2 

Introducing the uncoordinated Bruce Lee- 
Jarv, retard on tracks, by ThiefofBaghdad from New Zea- 
Landing on branches like Leo in The Revenant 
While rappers get branded, I stay contractually hesitant 
Standing on my own two, dismantle a pansy- thrown through 
paneling of fake wood, I'm hotter than rockin' snow suits 
In July or August, gotta' teach 'em- taught 'em raw shit 
Temperature will be goin up 
Hotter than any dumb hoe with some large tits 
Grab 'em, ahh, motorboat (brrrr) slap 'em 
Not the tits, the rappers braggin' about their massive lack of talent 
Riding on a hover board, elastic ankle slouch pants 
Smedium shirts and snap backs, doin' the dab dance 
How much were the shoes that your parents bought you? 
Haven't worked a day in your life, it's so ironic you're a tool 
man, who you trying to impress? Have you not a shred of virtue? 
Actin' like life is a big commercial 

Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Actin' like life is a big commercial x2 

Act now and we'll throw in an extra set for free 
Call the number on your screen and buy my shitty CD 
Grab your fire suits because this mixtape's fuego, 
Act now and you'll receive a stale everything bagel 
Taste-testers open up your mouths real wide 
We've got a little something that we wanna put inside 
It's great for all occasions, especially college parties 
Best enjoyed while you're chompin' off your tongue rollin' on Molly 
Get your glow sticks ready, autotune comin' at ya' 
Baalooaaloooaalooaalooo 
Who's your new favorite rapper? 
Give me all your money, invest in my clothing line 
Fashion over rapping, in my skirt I'm feeling so divine 
I made it, thanks to all of the kids who donated 
I'm poppin bottles, sippin' syrup, gettin' so faded 
I'm famous- most played on your little sister's playlist 
My listeners are dumb and they're easily persuaded 
Man, fuck that- You suck and you're only getting worse, dude 
Thief and I will break down walls, bomb and then burst through 
Bother and hurt, vomit and purge on your purse, dude 
You're actin' like life is a big commercial 

Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Actin' like life is a big commercial 

Actin' like life is a big commercial x4

Commercial

Jarvage Vol. 2

Arrivederci

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

Oh-Lawd

Jarv.

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