Nice little comeback joint...
J-Class: The Genuine Article. Versatile lyricist from Philly.
J-Class aka Donnie Darko aka Frodo Bagginz aka The Architect.
The man of a thousand names and a thousand styles. Yet he always manages to be the genuine article.
Story behind the song
I hadn't spit suntin' in a long while... I was threw on a beat and just like... started writin'. When it came time for a hook... it just flowed right on out. Jay's Back...
Lyrics
It’s Jay to the Hyphen playa’
Ya’ll think I’m from Baltimore… the way I put the snipe to haters
All I do is breeze through in a brand new suntin’
And scoop, these dimes and quarters from dudes frontin’
Keep thinkin’, I won’t put it to your face
I’ll huff and “puff daddy” gun blowin’ like Mase
Keep trippin’, and you gone see blood drippin’
Bet ya’ cryin’ to ya’ label when you see what I’m whippin’
I come through, nice suit, suntin’ blue
And a closet full of way more kicks than Kung Fu
Or it’s casual, with the right sleeve rolled up
Ya’ know it was me, if ya’ wife’s cheeks swoll up
Like B. Bellamy, I stay in the Fastlane
And you won’t sell any, less the CD got Class name
C’mon dogg… even though I got mad dames…
It’s “Good” that I “Will” go “Hunting” like Matt Dame
I Bet Ya’ll Suckas Don’t Want It Wit’ J-Class
I Stay Makin’ Classic Hits Like 8 Tracks
I’m Done Playin’ Games It’s Time For Payback
So Ya’ll Betta’ Run For The Hills… Cuz Jay’s Back
I’m done playin’ games with these same ol’ lames
Everything you spittin’ now I was writin’ in fourth grade
And I don’t understand how you claimin’ you got game
When you was first on the ground when the gun shots rang
Bang!
The industry ain’t understandin’
That I battle more bands than them kids at Gramblin’
In the streets, I’m the boss like I’m Tony Danza
Catch passes from these chicks like they Joe Montana
Unh…
C’mon man, this a Philly cat you talkin’ ‘bout
Ya’ understand? I want respect like I’m ya’ mama’s house
Yeah this rookie ‘bout to call you out
How many years has it been?
You still don’t know what a thug about…
Yes, I’m referrin’ to the B. Sigel
You want “the truth”? Yes, I am “the reason” that the ROC needs you
So keep on thinkin’ that it’s sweet ya’ll
And I’ma’ bring it to you live and direct like ER
I Bet Ya’ll Suckas Don’t Want It Wit’ J-Class
I Stay Makin’ Classic Hits Like 8 Tracks
I’m Done Playin’ Games It’s Time For Payback
So Ya’ll Betta’ Run For The Hills… Cuz Jay’s Back
I think ya’ll betta’ run for the hills
Cuz I’m gettin’ mall money…
Only cat to stack “Franklins” in “Mills”
When I’m not up in the booth, I sit back and I chill
And if I’m not speakin’ the truth, I’m speakin’ suntin’ I feel
Dogg..
I think you need to know the consequences
Of steppin’ in the square wit’ Class, like you some competition
Keep on thinkin’ that you worth some mention
And I’m gone make it so you can’t touch a mic without askin’ permission
I’ll be the one to advise you to never rap again
Try it, but we ain’t tryin’ to hear it like you from Pakistan
Ya’ style’s done, why don’t ya’ pack it in?
And go and do the industry a favor…
Let the wackness end
Keep on talkin’ like you better than me
I earned my spot
You ain’t even hot, ‘less you take it from me
And that my friend is just a moot point
Cuz I’m laughin’ every time you start rappin’ like Clue’s joints…
I Bet Ya’ll Suckas Don’t Want It Wit’ J-Class
I Stay Makin’ Classic Hits Like 8 Tracks
I’m Done Playin’ Games It’s Time For Payback
So Ya’ll Betta’ Run For The Hills… Cuz Jay’s Back
