Real life shit! Music for the true hip-hop fans!
Watz crackin' hip-hop headz. Itz ya boi JaBz. I am so tired of watz goin' on in music today. I look back at wat hip-hop used to be and I look at it now and it fills me with anger. The pioneers of rap had no idea it was gonna be this way. So I feel it's time for the new generation of music to take it back to it's former glory. I am the voice of the slums. Listen up. ALL TRACKS AND BEATS PRODUCED BY DOCTOR STRANGE!
Lyrics
You claim you iLL I make house visits//
I got the medicine dog, I'll give you it all,
inject you in the mouth wit' it//
Why you wanna be Cass, you should switch ya style nigga//
Think K-JaBz a foul nigga? go head, LET IT OUT NIGGA!//
I'll make a trip to west philly//
When I roll up like a philly, you get smoked feel me?//
Really, you not de-thrownin' the king, when you a fag, dress in drag, we all know you a queen//
Why you wanna battle JaBz? dog it's bad for ya health//
You should do like Cass dog, and battle yaself//
I'm fire, you a fever, it's like battlin' hell//
Bout to head from the sick bed up to the morge//
You a cancer patient, nigga you ain't ready for war//
You got an HIV flow, I flow full-blown aids//
The only way you blowin' up, iz if you swallow grenades//
I'm a vet to this shit, you should come at me humble//
For, ya jaw get wired like 50, nigga FUCK YOU!//
*Beat switches*
First off, ya style ain't shit//
I'm the vilest kid, I'm the master wit da vouls kid//
I got punchlines, I punch guys wit' power kid//
No limits, you timid, get louder kid//
I bring pain, when the bullets rain, shower kid//
I flood the hood wit' the liquid and the powder bitch//
Can I shine?, it's my time, my hour SHIT!//
