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It's The Jawn!
Yo, it goes on and on, on and on and on
The beat don't stop 'til the break of your spine
When I'm takin' your mind to the next level lyrically
My specimen is hard for you to see or examine, now dig it
I contaminate the 2-inch tape
Since a media M.I.P.H. state stimulate
The M.I.C. ministry
Enemies who enter my chemistry can't cope
I'm dope like crack, what I wrote broke ya back
So bust the cerebral attack
Bahamadia, where you at?
When we're comin' live from the area 2-1-5
The land of the master plan
Where the brothers scam and connive
It's the contraband clan
I'm hailin' from the brotherly land, I stand sharp
It started or began at the park
Expanded years and grew into careers
Competition what? Fuck 'em, I cut 'em like shears
It's the un-rehabilitatable, the frustratable
I got to get mine, and that's non-negotiatable
So, put me on like Donna Karan
And c'mon, uhh
It's The Jawn!
When I present my raps on the tracks, kids be like, "Who dat?"
Suga be gettin' oral with the foreign coronat
The competition better be easin' back
Like recedin' hairlines on they pops when I drops
Dialect perfected with 2 lines connected
Pump life into my records like a CPR method
Funk provides my rhymes with a mouth suppressant
Injected like morphine in each lines
DNA genes that come off like silk screen
On tank-tops, I rank top-notch
And make black vinyl turn butterscotch
In coloration for my creations
Captivating on C-level
My riffs stays realer than E levels
It's the truth
It's The Jawn!
Your style is like that of the La Cosa Nostra
In between my pelvic and my belt, at times, a holster
Most of y'all niggas with your legislation
Revoke your recitation and continue with my recitation
Fuck other opinions in my dominion
The throne, when as a King from Illadelph, I'm not Virginian
Icons, I will just strangle just like a python
You're less than shit, I leave you desolate like Saigon
M to the Ill, I show the skill
If your girl cooch stinks, she need to douche her ass in jail
A rebel with the treble like my man Bobby Seale
And like the youngsters in Gang Starr, I got the mass appeal
I spill words when ill blurs still splurge
What's up to P.R. Star, Snuka and Emerge
Come up to the surface, then once it gets submerged
It go below because my flow got the urge
Now, we can talk with tones or spark with the guns
However you want it, Allah protects me when confronted
In duck season, with all these quacks that get hunted
If your ass was a field goal, well, then I punt it
I drop topics all on your optics
Muhammad Salallahu Alaihi Wasallam would seal up the prophets
Yeah, here's a Bobby, but not Lorene, you feel the pain still
From 68th Ave. to West Oak Lane feels
With Cosmic Kev and Ran, that's my man
Styles, I got 7, and Peedi and Bam Bam
My lyric quota, will cause disorder across the water
And all the boulders, even up in Minnesota
Since The Roots put me on, I remain calm
But stand strong, from 2-1-5
It's The Jawn!
It's The Jawn!
Bahamadia
It's The Jawn!
Gang Starr
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