Jarv essentials

Intro (Feat. Verner)

Cold Blooded

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

The Boiler Room

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:

Dead man buried in the basement 
Basement 
Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship 
Spaceship 
Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with 
When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' 
What? 

Man, whatchu you talkin' about, my dentist is amazin' 
Why you talkin' 'bout the dentist in the first place, man? 
I dunno, I'm just a little frustrated 
Sittin' in the waiting room, gettin' sick of waitin' 
Space the umff out, 'till I'm thinkin' about the placement 
of waiting room chairs and the places that they're placed in 
Pickin' out the toys, if I was younger, I would play with 
But I'm no longer a boy, docile, complacent 
What a nice place, cleanliness, organization 
Excluding the crooked plaques, making me insane, shit 
to the right of them, sittin' a pretty paintin' 
This one is level, it is properly situated 
Posted in my chair, yes- I'm sittin' in my station 
What's takin' 'em so long, man- I'm gettin anxious 
Just as I'm thinkin' all about evacuation 
The nurse walks in and she calls out, "Nathan" 

Dead man buried in the basement 
Basement 
Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship 
Spaceship 
Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with 
When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' 
What? x2 

Now I'm sitting in my chair with a hat on my hair 
Sunglasses on my face and a dead man's stare 
At the light right in front of the teeth 
Pearly white like a light bright device type-machine 
Now I'm waitin' once again and I'm lookin' outside 
At a basketball court and an overcast sky 
And nobody around save the cars in the lot And the freeway through the trees way out past the park 
Hygienist walked in with a tone I could tell 
Said, "Nathan, it'll be a couple" 
Oh, what the hell 
Now I shift my focus to the window itself 
Tissues, a fan and some books on the shelf 
Absolute Beginner's Guide to the Bible 
And World History are among some of the titles 
120 Banned books, wonder how many I know 
It's only 10 in the morning and yo, I'm bored out of my mind bro
M.C. Escher, that's the one I'd like to read 
At least I know it has some pictures I would like to see 
Pamphlets on the right that might not apply to me 
Bite Soft and Straight Talk About Crooked Teeth 
The dentist comes back, to scrape upon the plaque 
I'm uncomfortable, burdened by the sweat upon my back 
I hate the feeling and sound of them peeling through my mouth 
I got a cavity? I'm glad, good B Y E 
See y'all around 
G'bye 

Dead man buried in the basement 
Basement 
Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship 
Spaceship 
Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with 
When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' 
What? x2 

I'm steady flossin 
I'm steady flossin 
I'm steady flossin 
Orally awesome x2

Flossin'

LYRICS:

It all comes together, man- it feels so perfect 
Saturday, kickin’ back, sittin’ on the surface 
Worthless? Never that- do yourself a service, 
Man- come on, get down to the earth tip 
70 degrees under evergreen trees, at the park till dark 
Every evening street shredding, 
Nahte got the Cavillac ready 
Tribe Called Quest, Beck - Beercan steady 
Got a betty on my side, backseat when I ride with the homies 
Ain't no surprise the guys know me 
Typical Jarv, Deuce Bigalow goes hard with a so-so hoe 
Gettin’ dome, drinkin' 40s 
Cops roll by while I powerslide hills 
They hate my skills, I love cheap thrills 
I go wild in the streets, runnin’ up until- 
The homies hit me up to chill 

Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Walkin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 
Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Skatin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 

Got my hair in a bun like Samurai Jack 
Hot yoga in the park, ooooh, would ya’ look at that 
Feel the breeze, life is such a beautiful thing 
I find a quiet ol' tree and take a nap 
Ahhh, how lovely, livin like a sundae with nuts 
Yeah, I'm nuckin’ futs- tell me that ya’ love me 
Honey, let’s go and take a dip 
Sun-bleached hair, with the bubblegum hips 
Ahhh, get a grip Jarv- can't get this hard 
Rockin’ gym shorts, swimmin’ with this broad 
Good god, gotta stop lookin’ at the bod 
Or homegirl gon’ tell Jarv to get gone 
Rope-swing, hoping to see the ravine 
You’ve been my dream ever since I was a pre-teen fiend 
Fantasy may be happening or so it seems, 
“What do ya’ say we go and get a bite to eat, huh?” 

Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Walkin’ 'round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 
Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Skatin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 

I don't wanna grow up, No, I don't wanna get old 
I don't wanna do what I'm told x4 

Hot yoga in the park x8 

Yoga pant booty-bootiful, I'm a fool for you baby boo, 
Hello, how do you do? 
I am not the man, but I will treat you like a woman 
Number 1, you will never be number 2 
You’re definitely divinity, Let me buy you dinner 
To you, I promise- I will always be true 
After dinner we can head back to your pad 
and I will do whatever you want me to do 
Who am I? Another stupid guy who would try to 
to get in your pants and wave goodbye? Oh my, I never would 
I never could even begin to imagine leavin’ you defeated 
I mean it, better believe it 
Heated up a little candle wax, drip it on my back 
Ooh, ahh, you a freak and I like that 
We hit the sheets, then I hit the streets 
And skate down to the station for a night-cap 

Hey, it's quite alright 
Out goes the day and in comes the night 
With the moonlight gleamin’ on the side of her butt 
I love life, man- aww shucks x2

Hot Yoga

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

slowed version of the ukulele freestyle remix

purpleface [blueface ukulele freestyle remix slowed]

2020 Flow Stimulus Package
Jarv on the rhymes, Pajama Sam on the beats

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Self-Made

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

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Jarv.

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