Jazzy

VERSE 1

People say that I'm an asshole,
I got both the rap and the cash flow.
Showed your girl to the bathroom,
now she stuck to my arm like a tattoo.
Where's they who compete? Nowhere.
That's how I like my beef, so rare.
Your managers they fans of us,
Name cards flashing like cameras. 

I'll leave you seeing stars, in cartoon animation
Dodging red shells on 8 bit ignition,
Invoking split-screen tunnel vision 
Double the villains, ready to muscle the competition.
Don't bother without that fungus nutrition, 
Ninjarous ain't having no trouble with midgets.
Hobble on, little precious, I've got you in red sight 
Kiss the ring, the lord, god, just sent you an invite

You'll be in hot soup like macaroni,
My rhymes storms don't conform to categories.
When I rain down with metaphors,
I b-  b-b-break it down like metabolics.	
I tell stories through music, ain't that ironic?
Like Sega genesis my tails is sonic,
They say I'ma make it, still sleeping on me.
Is that why it's called the lion city. 

CHORUS
A city of lions
Where no one escapes
Will you be victor
Or will you be prey
We keep it underground
You keep on coming round
They say please dumb it down,
Please don't, please don't rep our town
(well)
That, that, that, that's bullshit,
Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap music 	

VERSE

We're about to get down to the nitty gritty,
Rob by the hour, the clock is busy ticking.
With the strength of a lone weed 
Cultivated in concrete, bursting against
Gravity, and the powers that be
Invert the pyramid, physiology after self-esteem
I feast upon pencil scrapings and paper sheets
If you scratch my back, on that quid pro quo,
I'll toss you a bone, just lay low.

Homes don't care, Homes' a dick
Like boarding school kids, Homes' sick. 
Don't draw lines, or you'll draw the knives 
Draw my life involves drawing dimes. 
My mind's a till when it comes to focus,
Cause only cash register in my mental process
Keep notes all the time on potential deals
Ready for the change, while yours stays still.

I'm a maverick, lone wolf, horsing around,
Ready to buck on these fuckers like the O.K. Corral.
You're glued to your televised reality,
Revolution brought to you by social media activists.
Any given truth, propagated by the leaders
A free world, you're fenced off from any dissidence
Submission to the shackles that you envisioned 
In open-air prison, the lions tear crimson 

CHORUS


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