Released on July 24, 2010

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[Intro: Sample]

You know how to make me

Make me feel so good

You know how to make me

Make me feel so good


[Verse 1: Jet 2]

Uh, perfect way to paint an emotion

Off the head, I keep flowin' just like I came in a' ocean

See, the way I think about her keeps me goin'

But nights without her be the reason I can't save any lotion

I'm high off life on some, "hello," shit

Seeming like I took the perfect dosage of herbs without smokin'

If music was a girl, to her I'm very outspoken

'Cause I could kick all my lines without chokin'

But you know, shit, I'm the closest to the top

Like a hangеr in a closet

Or the closest to hеr body like her clothes is

Flow just on some water-gun shit, a couple pumps; I super soak it

Lyrical red sea, I'm tryna split it like I'm Moses

And that's so rated R, 'cause I'm hard like, "you notice"

I'm a red-hot chili pepper swimmin' in chipotles

I'm kickin' heat like Miami at its coldest

I'ma hit it 'til I'm drowsy, I'll be in it while I'm dosin'

Feelin' like; to music, I was chosen

'Cause the stuggle seemed to scar me and nobody noticed; Zazu

I ain't tryna snoop, but girl you give a dog a bone

And I'm just tryna bow wow yippie yo' it

Dog, who the nigga with the bars that are flyer than a falcon

Who would've thought

He wouldn't have been an Eagle without them?

What I'm tryna say is eventually pain pays

So for those who blaze, light one up and turn up the volume

[Chorus: Sample & Jet 2]

You know just how to touch me (Yeah)

You know just how to touch me (Music is like, like)

You know


[Verse 2: Jet 2]

Uh, I'm still searchin' for a hit; Sammy Sosa

Tryna watch hip-hop like a gun inside a holster

I'm so unorthodox like pourin' rum inside a toaster

Stick you muthafuckas up just like a poster, yeah

People rap, I try not to be like the most

I do it for my small circle like Ticonderoga

And I ain't really notice, but all my homies'll mention

Now these girls are tryna wrestle like I'm on the yoga

So I just hit 'em with a hadoken

But I'm a Scorpio, so I chew them like Tapioca

And since everybody knows every single person I know

I ain't tryna get around like areola

But that's besides my quota

I'm up like North Dakota

I'm ahead of the game

Usin' only a quarter of my head in the game

Not even half of my brain; it's insane

I can't think without rhymin' on accident, dang!

No Taylor Gang, but I be on them paper planes

Not to be blunt, but I'm a funny ass solider; Major Payne ha-hah

You could say I'm on my Damon Wayans

Make these other niggas stop like catered wings!

Ha-ha-ha-ha- hahahaha

That kinda shit excites me, it's an insider thing

And I came to take the game; the whole entire thing

'Til I settle with my precious like Sméagol with the ring

'Til I can have the option to choose from the Regal to the Beam

Until those types of things just aren't as evil as they seem

Goin' twice as hard just for the people on my team

Word to Len Amar Springs and the woman of my dreams

I'm gone


[Outro: Jet 2]

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