[Verse 1: CJay]

I'm bout to get cuffed and end up in jail, you fucking with death itself

Kill all informants so no one is left to tell

Wish me good luck or fail, but did your records sell?

You sold your soul and now you're stuck in the depths of hell

Your thoughts are unhealthy standing beside the elk tree

Holding an axe, knowing I'll ask, "Kill yourself please"

You do not deserve to live 'cause your lack of worthiness

What are your life's purposes?

Um, niggas talking down when I walk around town

Til' I spark the pound, leave you lost and found clown

Now I'm just talking, I'm just talking blah blah

I'm already ahead of you, bitch you would never be lyrical

Hit em' with every syllable bars that I come through with

Lines of punch you get when kicking it on some Kung Fu shit

You're a rapper? No you're lunch food bitch

You're the type to spit raps and mix facts with a bunch of untrue shit

How the fuck am I supposed to believe you?

You better be careful when I blow you know they say explosives are lethal

Niggas'll quit but me I rap til' my times out

I'm Hip Hop's foster father putting rappers in time out

You do or you die, I'm the winner so you gon' lose if you try

Who is this guy better known as the truth in disguise

Move to the side so I could step in the booth and surprise

I thought I told you there ain't nobody who's smoother than I

I keep it smooth

[Hook 1: CJay]

Jazzy that's that jazzy shit (smooth) (smooth)

Jazzy that's that jazzy shit (smooth) (smooth)

(Repeat)

[Verse 2: CJay]

That's that jazzy shit nigga...

You never heard a rapper this honest before

Honorable, honor the code, rappers getting out of control

I'm Mike Jack criminal smooth calling pussy niggas a douche

Yeah the same shit that women'll use

And motherfuck your political views

I noticed that niggas, they love to talk shit the minute they lose

Why you think I don't pay em' no mind?

With they ABC raps, I think it's funny 'cause they in they prime

Wasting they time, I take this shit one day at a time

I take this serious nigga I don't play with my rhymes

Why you think I'm better than the rest of them? I'm a veteran

Also I'm the king of this shit and my reign'll never end

I'm down to bomb you rap peasants I'm looking down upon

The south is on but new boom bap is the truest sound I'm on

How to rob; I'm the new 50 call me the Broward don

Who would deny? Ain't nobody smoother than I

I keep it smooth

[Hook 2: CJay]

Jazzy that's that jazzy shit (smooth) (smooth)

Jazzy that's that jazzy shit (smooth) (smooth)

(Repeat)