Back on the mic with another track for y'all. Share with everyone you know.

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Jms-you-cant-fuck-with-me-lyrics

You Can't Fuck With Me

You Can't Fuck With Me (Prod.Fyksen)

No Window Tints (Remix) (Freestyle)

I kill raps and rappers. Send to everyone you know if you fuck with it!


Lyrics:
I’ma Rap Killa, Track Filla, Cap peela, And I always
Stack skrilla inside of my sack till it fill up to the max
Butterfly killin Caterpillar; Name a rapper iller, can’t do it
Sorry I don’t understand stupid (huh)
If you think that you can, stand to it
I’m tight like a pussy when you haven’t ran through it
Y’all sleep on me but it’s cool cause I’m stayin lucid (me, me, me, me, me)
Which means I control these dreams that you be living in
So stop yo sinnin then 
Cause I’m the equivalent to god JMS is a synonym
The amount of bars that I think of everyday is in the millions
Check out how they fittin in
I find an empty beat and like a Scantron I just fill it in
I’ma write till the end; I’ma fight with a grin
I’ma kite with my friends; I am tight with a pen
Stoppin was not even an option, I’m never gonna quit
So hop off my cock then
We can solve it if you got a problem
Bitch I’m makin green like a goblin
Takin my team to the top when I make it
I’ma be organic you gon be the fakest
You know who the man is I don’t gotta say it
Every time the bass hits I blast off riding in my spaceship
You tell me drop songs (Shut the fuck up)
I pull up to yo crib, grab yo mouth and I tape it
Then I take yo thumb and I break it
Back to the basement
Look at all this time that I done wasted
Just tryna teach you a little bit of patience, uh
Now stop acting flagrant cause there’s no escape
If you leave it will cave in, yo knee to yo face 
when I fold you I know I done told you
If you need some tips I can coach you (Let’s begin here)

For starters you sound like a bitch on your vocals go harder
I make my bitch drip when I spit it, no water
Not from the N.O. but I know I could get it, Wayne Carter (Ya dig)

I’m better, you never admit it, don’t bother
You will not go farther not rocking no fendi no prada
No balenciaga I’m making my dollas they follow with commas
A penny, no nada, no not in my pocket I’m making no sense (what)
Double entendre
I spit it so fast they callin me rhyma Don
I’ma phenomenon
Gimmie some time and I’m onto the top while I shit on the bottom (Look out below!)
I’m on a new level when I spot em I got him (Grrt)
Just like a beat box, if I move in that’s a fire white neighbor (hot)
Aka the heat knocks rhymes so dope that I think I needa detox
Psych bitch, you’ll never see me stop
Won’t quit til I hit the top
Psych again it won’t never end ‘less I end up in the pen
Send you straight up to my best friend word to Eminem

Rap Killa

Rap Killa (Prod. OUHBOY & Gibbo)

Just some words I put together while I was chillin in my room (aka the booth).

Socials:

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Y'all, I really wish y'all would hear my music
You know this right here is gonna prove how good of a rapper I am
I want you to listen for what I'm sayin in this one
Check me out
Yo

[Verse]
My remedy for any enemy is in a spliff hit
So fuck it I'm finna be lifted
I appear to be lyrically gifted
Like Santa done wrapped me up
And is putting me under the tree for Christmas
So I'm grabbin' the mic and I grip it
Then I spit quick while you nitpick
But you critics are just bitches
Bunch of wicked fuckin' witches
And they trackin' my steps like fitbits
They bout to be thrown in some ditches
Because I'm a sick kid who attacks the beat so vicious
There's been a murder! Oh No! Can you be my witness
I bodied the beat and I never will give it forgiveness
I'm mindin' my business and findin' why is it
My clock is still tickin' and body still kickin'
I know I ain't trippin', I know I'm the best and I'll prove it
Listen to my music, stupid, then lose it
Makin' all your favorite rappers look foolish
For thinkin' they can do it
But they was all talk not enough bark
So they got dogwalked in the park through the dark
Cause I be doin' this shit in my sleep
I feel like a beast
So I'm takin' a piece of the beat then I eat
Man where is my leash
I feel like a freak of nature
When I write I eat the paper
Leave my haters in the past like see ya later
Feelin’ like the creator no Tyler
Just messiah vibes on my entire
Collection of higher rhymes
I feel like a fire bomb
Cause I’m hot and I’ll blow
Just gimme some time and I’ma pop like I’m Coke
And give all the props to my folks
Cause they deserve it
They’re the ones who made me perfect
And everyday I spend up on this Earth it’s
For them cause they make it worth it
And every single word that I pen
Stands for the work I put in just like a acro-
nym mam I’ma rapper, win

[Outro]
Man, that really is, like, the perfect way
To end an argument, like, c'mon now
Nobody can- nobody comes back after that
Like, I'm a rapper I do this shit out my bedroom
What the fuck are you doing? Like,
That's- that's me, I win that argument. Bitch. Haha!

Bedroom Freestyle (Prod. Status.)

A remix of a classic song by JoeyBada$$ with the same title.

Survival Tactics (Remix)

Written, recorded, mixed and mastered in a day (from like 10-2) all by me. I'm the goat. no questions please

Lyrics:
[Hook]
I wish that I didn’t feel so weak (true)
I wish that I could believe in me (facts)
I don’t wanna die, but I just wanna leave
But I know my momma would disagree (yuh)
If I could fly I would be at peace (where)
Up in the sky with the birds and bees (uh)
Normally I’m fine but today I be (what)
Feelin’ bad vibes and bad energy

[verse]
I been making promises I just can’t keep
Lost trust with my homie like just last week (damn)
Cause we made that we made a pact
That I wouldn’t go back but I broke that
Made me feel like I deserve a toe tag
I wish I could go back and I hope you know that
Cause I’m feelin’ so sad. where tf my dope at
Oh it’s on my notepad, I ain’t gonna smoke that
‘Less it’s on a beat (aye)
My feelings ain’t discreet, you can hear ‘em when I speak
So that’s when I take a seat with a pen and a sheet (uh)
If you let him cook then we all gonna eat
Cause I’m feelin’ like a beast when I come up with the heat (tssss)
Even if the inspiration make me wanna sleep
Permanently, fuck it I’ma earn my degree
And the burn the emcees, who think they turn up with me (aye)
Never hear me slurrin’ on a beat cause I’m firm when I speak
And I stand on what I say, except for when I don’t
And it fucks up my day cause it comes back my way
You’d think I would learn from all my mistakes
One day I’ma take all of the lessons from all these confessions
And put ‘em together so I can be better
I hope that you hear ‘em and take ‘em like serum
My raps is the cure for illness and war
It gives me this feeling like never before
And it’s not a chore and it’s not job
I do it because I just love it a lot (mwah)
I didn’t choose it because it was hot
I wanna influence but never go pop
But maybe I will, I can’t tell the future
And nobody can so don’t let ‘em fool ya
Since you be anything you should be super
In whatever it is you choosin’ to do bruh (uh)

Unless it’s a school that you choosin’ to shoot up (fr tho)

[Hook]
I wish that I didn’t feel so weak
I wish that I could believe in me
I don’t wanna die, but I just wanna leave
But I know my momma would disagree
If I could fly I would be at peace
Up in the sky with the birds and bees
Normally I’m fine but today I be
Feelin’ bad vibes and bad energy

Bad Energy

Lyrics:
Sometimes I think about my life and I just shed a tear
Thinkin’ bout the people near what they fear
And what they’ve gone through
I wish that I could do more for my pops and for my moms too
That’s why I write songs they’re who these belong to
I’m glad that rappin’ actually happens to be my strong suit
Cause a world where JMS ain’t spittin’ just ain’t gon’ do
Working hard at something just for money and fame is what I won’t do

And it should leave you dummies ashamed
Cause all you care about is hunnies and bling
While I’m really tryna study the game

Like I gotta test but I do it’s called life
And I’m tryna do the best that I can
Climb to heights that the rest of y’all can’t
And prolly never will just cause y’all ain’t got the will
But me I’m different built and I only spit it real
So whenever shit gets real it’s never surprises me
It just applies to me, the only people I rely are I or me
But that comes with irony because I need you people to inspire me
So I can rap until these bars retire me
I guess it’s y’all who really bring the fire see?

I control the game in it’s entirety
I guess it’s something similar to tyranny
To make sure that y’all never try to silence me
Because I’m never gonna say a rapper’s what I tried to be
I am me and that is who I like to be
I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m a sight to see
One day you’ll hyped to see me when the mic and beat collide
But until then I just want a girl to hit my line
Tell me that I’m fine, I don’t wanna bend her spine
I just wanna take her for some dinner time
But after that if she wanna fuck then I won’t change her mind

Said a lot of shit up in these lines
But one thing I never did was lie
So if someone tells me they relate to my life
I’ll know exactly why and I can help ‘em on the inside

Throughout my life I’ve had a lot of opportunity
But still I choose to be a rapper, a music fiend
Dedication proves to be my medication
I would rather rap instead of focus on my education
It’s like it’s some sorta sick infestation
That gets in your head and feels just amazing
You can see it on my face when I’m blazin’ these tracks
And everything I say on or off the wax
Just know I’m never takin’ it back

Village Slum (JMS' Version)

Lyrics:

[Hook]
Everything I say that shit bumps
I don’t fuckin’ play with you chumps
Up, up, and away like I’m Musk
Left ‘em in the rain, in the dust

[Verse 1]
I’m eons beyond what you peons be on
Cause I always got the heat on whenever I got the beat on
I’m out this bitch like Elon and I’m cold as space and freon
If you ain’t fuckin’ with it then just know yo ass can begone

I said begone, bitch you don’t hear me speakun
I’ll take that plate you eat on, that’s what you gon watch me pee on
Y’all just can’t compete huh with this JMS creature
That’s why y’all never feature, cause y’all have to reach up
But I kick ya hand like fifa, bitch I am the reaper 
In my blood there’s ether, c-c-cause I got this fire in my genes
Like a clip that’s on my hip ain’t talkin’ beepers
I’m talkin bout a heater try and keep up
When I’m on the beat I never freeze up
Cold but not common I’m sicker than the fuckin’ zika, ebola and gonorrhea
Y’all fuckin’ with me? Please bruh
My first fuckin’ line’ll make you need to take a breather
So next time you see me just get on your fuckin’ knees cuh

[Hook]
Everything I say that shit bumps
I don’t fuckin’ play with you chumps
Up, up, and away like I’m Musk
Left ‘em in the rain, in the dust
Everything I say that shit bumps
I don’t fuckin’ play with you chumps
Up, up, and away like I’m Musk
Left ‘em in the rain, in the dust

[Verse 2]
I’m cool calm and charismatic
Don’t know enough about it to wear a patek
Oh you like my lyrics I’m very flattered
I spit bars and they’re empathic
Of the fact that I’m an addict to this rap shit
I haven’t mastered it and nobody has
We all just racin’ the hourglass, but as the hour pass
Thinkin’ bout how much power my power has
Is it enough to make the world change
I know it’s enough to make my girl insane
There’s a couple people on this earth who deserve pain
 I’m ashamed to even fuckin’ know what you pervs think
Y’all should pull a Kurt Cobain and put the bang to yo brain
Pull the curtains on that thang it ain’t workin’ mane
(But anyway)
I got brain damage was born durin’ a hurricane
But can still manage to maintain my perfect aim
Even when I’m off the Mary Jane and errythang is blurry mane
Y’all lookin’ worried dang
Once I premiere this tape yo career is at stake
Shouldn’t have been lendin’ a ear to the fake
That’s a serious mistake, now you fearin’ the Jay
Cause you ain’t know what I was capable of
You under estimate
So now yo body getting pushed off of the pier by the lake
And yo face gon appear in the paper
But by the time yo momma see it
It’ll be too late fa anybody to save ya

This is just a taste of the shit I was made fa
Ask any basic bitch, I ate huh?
I’m 8 out of 8 and I feel like the maker
Like I make ya wake up everyday ta say a prayer
Like I was born inside of a manger
But in reality all I did was dodge a coat hanger
Now all I do is get no sleep walk around with all this anger
Fippin’ the middle fanger, divin’ head first in danger
From the bank with anchors chained to my ankles
Hearin’ me rap this good is prolly pretty painful
But don’t you try and copy cause I been places you can’t go

Beyond (Prod. ReasyBeats)

I Been Thinking (Prod. Manuel)

Lyrics:
Tell me what it cost to have it all I’ll pay the price
I don’t listen to the false so I won’t take yo fake advice
Can’t nobody hate I’m nice, yeah I’m bout my cheese
And I play the game but I don’t play with mice
You talkin’ bout yo drip but bitch I’m made of ice
I’m cool and slick, rappin’ like lunatic
I got yo bitch like “ooh he’s sick”
Clearly I ain’t new to this
i just wanna stare at some racks, like a hooters chick
None of y’all can fool with this, go ahead and shoot a diss
But even if I wrote it for ya, you would miss Like 'ississippi
I got people tellin’ me that people say my shit is crispy
Anytime I drop a song it’s never 50/50
But when you release a track it’s iffy, iffy
and if we bein’ real it’s really shitty

Ha ha ha, uh, yo

If you ain’t fuckin’ with the funk
You prolly sleeping on the bottom bunk
Get all them rappers who you think is better go and line ‘em up
I’ll take out the lot of ‘em ain’t nobody is hotter than
JMS i’ma god to them, fuckin’ with me don’t lie to them
Fuck all that propaganda don’t drop ya standards
I’m droppin’ cancer bitch I’m sick asf
You can call me sway cause I got the answers

“HOW SWAY”
“Take a few steps back”

If y’all was sleepin’ on me then consider this yo coffee
I could never settle for one level my goals is lofty
Turnin’ all yo favorite rappers to Aussies
Got ‘em all 6 feet down under get off me
Like some covid restrictions
I’m flowin’ how I like my women and that’s so independent
When I show up to a show I never leave it open ended
And that’s because I open and I end it, ha
Exactly how the credits do, goin in so I’m credible
Man I spit it incredible, bar is high as an edible
But my skill is on crack, pcp, meth and glue
Ain’t no vest is protecting you from my methods fool
I hope I got the message through

Pay The Price (Feat. Naht_Roi)

Lyrics:
They wouldn't fit so click here for them
https://genius.com/Jms-churchill-downs-remix-lyrics

Churchill Downs (Freestyle)

Lyrics:

I’m at loss for words, woulda gave it all to her, instead I’m on the verge
Cause she don’t want nothin’ to do with me
Why won’t you fool with me I just want you with me
You’re beau-u-ty is unimaginable
It’s unfathomable, I wish you hadn’t said no
Or at least that I could know the reason
Finna spit colder than snowin’ season
So when the bars bury me in they won’t know I’m grieving
Over some girl who don’t even know what she’s missin’
I heard if my hair was another color shit would be different
But that simply just isn’t the case
I know that shit wouldn’t change
But I could, if she asked me to I would
And maybe that’s not good
But fuck it there’s nothin’ I wouldn’t do
I can’t even say I’m too good for you
you’ve always been better than me
And that is the reason I wanted you G
Racin’ away from my problems
Cause I don’t think that I can solve ‘em
And I don’t wanna hit the bottom
But I don’t wanna talk about ‘em

FUCK

FUCK

Forever (Feat. Chris Camp) [Prod. Bailey Daniels]

Love My Family

Call It A Day [Prod. Bailey Daniel]

Far Away [Prod. Bailey Daniel]

From The 985 [Prod. Bailey Daniel]

Wait A Minute

Lonely Freestyle (prod. bailey daniel)

Fantasy (prod. Bailey Daniel)

[Lyrics]:

Y'all ready for this shit
I don't think you're ready for this shit
Some different shit I don't think I made no shit like this before (Nope)

Oh my lanta (What), it's the panther (Panther)
We ain't fuckin' ho bitch pull yo pants up (Pants up)
You been asking who the goat well here's yo answer (Answer)
I think it's me oh, throw yo hands up (hands uppp)
Oh my lanta (What), it's the panther (Panther)
We ain't fuckin' ho bitch pull yo pants up (Pants up)
You been asking who the goat well here's yo answer (Answer)
I think it's me oh, throw yo hands up (Hands uppp)

When my tunes come on you a dancer
I don't do the banter
When it come to money I don't let nobody tamper
Pull up the party you ain't even gotta plan for it
I'll be rubbing butts till my motherfuckin' hand sore
Oh that's yo girl well she a damn whore
She been throwing all that ass all over the dance floor
You don't like the way I do it you can see the damn door
But everybody fucking with it need to stand up

Break it down (aye)
Break it down (aye)
Break it downnnn (aye, aye, aye)
Break it down
Break it down (aye)
Break it downnnn (aye)
Break it down, break it down, break it

Oh my lanta (What), it's the panther (Panther)
We ain't fuckin' ho bitch pull yo pants up (Pants up)
You been asking who the goat well here's yo answer (Answer)
I think it's me oh, throw yo hands up (hands uppp)
Oh my lanta (What), it's the panther (Panther)
We ain't fuckin' ho bitch pull yo pants up (Pants up)
You been asking who the goat well here's yo answer (Answer)
I think it's me oh, throw yo hands up (Hands uppp)

Throw yo hands up like it's Mardi Gras
Even if they call the law we gon' keep the party on
They been asking who the goat but it's been me like all along
Flexin' like an Audemars I don't give a damn dawg
Fuck it I'ma hog the ball
If I say I'm doing something I don't ever call it off
They been waiting for somebody to come in and start it off
Everybody in this bitch is getting lit from wall to wall
Feeling like I'm up in Cali' how I'm seeing all ya palms

(How I'm seein') All ya palms
Everybody in this bitch is lit from wall to wall
Feelin' like I'm up in Cali' how I'm seein' all ya palms
Aye
Break it downnn
Break it downnn
Break it down lemme see ya break it down
Aye break it down

OH MY LANTA!

LYRICS:
Muchi spit that dope shit and I need that motivation
The beat is beckoning, i need to write The Flow is Waitin’
I still doubt I’d make it, if I sold my soul to Satan
Can’t help but doubt myself and I’m the only one who’s hating
It’s like I wanna quit so bad but I keep playin’
Fuck it though I’m S tier, that’s word to JM
I’m tryna put to rest fear so I can break in
I know I’ll get it next year, know what I’m sayin’
Took a lil vacation
Now it’s back to rhyme sprayin’ Beat slayin’, money chasin’
Time to put to use all of this time I’m fuckin’ wastin’
Like I sold my watch collection dawg I’m a-fuckin’-mazin’
And I’m tired of thinkin’ I’m not my soul is achin’
God put us all inside this play pen
But I’m tryna break out and go face him
'Til I made myself believe I couldn’t
Then convinced myself I shouldn’t
And if I could that I wouldn’t
But fuck it back on my bullshit
French toastin’ this beat I’m cookin’
I’m breakin’ in the game doing more then puttin’ my foot in
But no one lookin’ to book him
But fuck it though that’s my fault cause I don’t do enough pushin’
But fuck that though I’m focused on this money that I don’t have
What good is a show if it’s just gon go bad
Cause I ain’t got the time to pay attention to my notepad
And it’s so sad cause all I wanna do is spit some cold raps
But I gotta go back to work because I gotta pay my rent
And I’m late on it again
Fuck I need some fuckin’ money I’m bout to ask a friend
But I hate to do that because they gotta pay they rent too
Fuck it I’ma grab my pencil and write till I convince you
That I’m the greatest then do
Anything I have to, to prove it
I hear you talkin’ bout chasin’ dreams while I actually do it
Every word that comes out my mouth man I factually spew it
The shit I’m spitting have you trippin like some acid leaked through it
Yeah I’m dope as fuck and y’all just say look at him he’s stupid
I fucking love making music I don’t just casually do it
And I don’t just paint pictures I create galaxies through it
I create casualties too if you wanna test me
But if yo name ain’t Muchi then it’ll prolly get messy

The Flow Is Waiting (prod. Bailey Daniel)

lyrics:

Untapped Potential like my worst fear
Convinced myself I’d make it in my first year
Well…
This is like my third here
Ain’t as far as I wanna be and it hurts, yeah
But…
It’s no one else’s fault but my own
I do this shit all alone, read the words off my phone
And put ‘em all in a song, some might call it a poem
But I call it a home, yeah
Unh
I just wanna live inside the music
I hope that when I spit a line y’all use it
I hope it helps to simplify the movement in ya minds
And help to minimize confusion
Y’all be my reminder when I forget just why I do it
Y’all really oughta see just how improvised my booth gets
I’ll set my shit up anywhere make it fit inside a toothpick
Cause when I get that scratch to go and pen a rhyme I do itch
And that’s the difference ‘tween us don’t just visualize go do it
I just speak my mind who are you to criticize my two cents
It’s just the way I see it about yo business I give two shits
So how about you stay up out of mine
I heard you did some numbers I’m amazed no I just lied
You did a whole 1-fucking-K without a rhyme
I am impressed though I thought paid for them online
But what came to my surprise
Is you got a lot of people who been playing on yo side
So who am I to hate you on the rise
But don’t let me find out that you prayed on my demise
Or you gon’ catch me with this real depraved look up in my eyes
Standing right next to a grave that fits yo size

Untapped Potential (@prodbycaleeb)

Lyrics:

I get high every night but I only fly red eye
Never smoking when the sun up
When I’m toking it gets hard to lift my tongue up
I’m limited edition me they only made one of
My punchlines sting like a bee but my flow like a butter-
Fly watch it flutter I’m that guy you better shut up
Never lie never stutter because I never fuck up
That’s right I’m perfect you hear it in the lines and the verses
It even sounds good if you reverse it
Hol up lemme work it
I don’t ever bottle up my feelings I disperse ‘em
I’m clean no detergent
Chase yo fucking dreams man it’s worth it
Chase the fucking green though it’s impertinent
To what really matters but I’m a fiend for a purchase
Fuck death, life be the thing that I flirt with
She give me all this reason and purpose
And not mention power to make emcees get nervous
The theme is emerging I just really wanna be a person of interest
Someone you can invest in and then entrust
That you’re investment is gonna end up
Causing an endless influx of big bucks
Like a mad slim shady hope you’re impressed
I’m the emperor and money is my empress
Now my haters like my khakis I got them pressed
But just watch their faces when I go drop penless
They gon prolly wanna come and gimme chin checks
Cause I deliver better than a fucking sent text
And my words stick to the beat like a semtex
Cause I’ma blow ho, and I’ma then flex
On all who don’t know that I’m JMS
Show ‘em all my dope flows and how they connect
Up in my big ‘ol home with all my kids

JMS

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