Jkrb’s tracks

slick jakey

BIG BEV

W O R D S

Whats real
I mean what's the deal
Two shots that's a kill 
Two glocks made out of steel
Two cops paid by the bill
I must be dreaming
No pill got me beaming
Must be the smoke that
Got me fiending 
I been mean my whole life
Caught on the wrong scene              
At night no soul
Just a set of dice and knife
I roll twice and pack the pipe 
High all the time
Every rhyme so divine
I fly outta my spine
Outline of chalk me
what is that me?
Actually it's blasphemy
May they rest in peace
Deceased in the cemetery
Naturally at ease 
But suddenly I see a reflection
I gotta be having an astral projection
And I begin my own resurrection 
And continue to survive
I ride the tide outside 
Like a wave 
That's How i decide 
Zetta 7 cartel pay 
I grab my beretta and keep steppin 
Another day 
Another murder weapon 
What do you got to say
Anyway I got shit to do
Stashing ounces in kangaroo pouches 
At the zoo 
I leave them all questioning 
Dude Who the fuck are you
But I wouldn’t have a clue

MOTHER FUCKER WHO ARE YOU
I GOT NO SCOOBY DOOBY CLUE
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU
GET OUTTA MY CREW
OH SHIT ABOUT TO GO DOWN SOUTH BOO
WITH CONCRETE ON YOUR FEET
WHEN YOU MEET SATAN
YOU CANT BREATH 
YOUR GOING SIX FEET DEEP
YOU CAN'T BREATH
YOU BETTER BE SCARED

beat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3r2RQ_1u5s

slick jakey

Jkrb McMASTER