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Can't Touch Us Now - The Demos

The Last Rag and Bone Man (Demo)

Leaving Eden

Ruby, Are You Mad at Your Man?

Jarvage Vol. 1

Rap-Phenomenon

Rows

Bounce

Expanding Anyway

Treble Chair

LYRICS:

Ya' goddamn slack-jaw 
Pick ya' ass up off the asphalt 
How many times I gotta pass y'all? 
Hats off to who? You know it's me- 
The bro wit the poetry, Leave a chode MC- 
Lying on the floor, he crying, "woe is me" 

I'm throwin' these- 
Totally proficient with flow and ease 
Go and see- noticed you thinkin'- 
You got the potency to roll with me 
Homie, you know you will get broke and beat 
I'm dope indeed 
I grab the microphone, you grab your rosary beads 
Who came to see me speak? 
The soul in the boiler room, mold to the beat 
Had the flow since a fetus- I'm dope, please believe it 
Zoomed out the womb, boom box and adidas tryina break 
My mama called me Nate 
I walked out of the hospital and bought a can of paint 
Ever since that day, nothing has been the same 
Became the maniac upon the mic that you cannot contain 

Mentally, I'm better than everyone 
Never met anyone tellin' me different 
I mean it, I beat it up, eat it up, we get up- 
Even the beat isn't ready for me 
When I begin to speak in the mic 
And I'm freakin' it right away 
Never be havin' to breath 
I'm competin' to be the one 
biddin' a bitter goodbye 
to an idiot thinkin' he king 
It ain't really a thing when I'm bringin' it out- 
But the people, they love it- that; I'm all about 
And if I could defeat every bit of the weak in a weekend, 
I'd do it and then I'd be out 
With a negative agony down in my belly 
I'd be disemboweling all of my enemies 
Draggin' 'em back to the pad in a bag 
I'm attackin the whack and I'm leavin' 'em empty 

Tempt me 
I'm a nice guy, but who knows, I might snap 
When I kick flows, these thick hoes get sewn to my sack 
I write that with an intention to bend it and lean it 
If I say it enough, it'll become true, do you know what I mean? 
It's like I walk through valley and I'm askin' for sex 
I finally got to Leb and then I'm askin', "what's next?" 
I bust heads, but in a nice way- I might stay and rest 
Or maybe I'll head back to Windsor, so I can play with my friends 
Sup Teece, sup Ethan 
Hey Nate, wassup Drew 
Hey nick, what's up nick 
Futawn; fuck you 
I'm just playin baby ♥︎ I cannot be taken serious 
But if you want a lyricist, look no further here he is 
Steerin' his vehicle into the ditch- pitiful 
Miserable little idiot fillin' the rhythm full- 
Of everything he got, will he give it up? No sir 
Everybody wanna see him swimmin' with a toaster 
Overhead, I fly like a missile 
Soar like an eagle, I'm so official 
This'll maybe hurt a bit, might even tickle 
Either way it doesn't have to be made into a big issue 

If you wanna get down to the beat 
I'm the clown for the job 
You have found what you need 
I compound with the sound 
I confound and defeat 
From the nose to the toes 
From the ground to the beak x2 

If ya' just got paid 
Or ya' just got laid 
And you're havin' a good day, say hooooo 
"Hoooo" 

All the people in the place 
Who are feelin' out of place 
Who don't really wanna play say noooo 
"Noooo"

The Boiler Room

Slack-Jaw

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

Mesmerise

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

Rows

Jarv.

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