[Intro]

Alright

Heard this shit like one time before, this beat

Check, uh, look, get it

[Verse 1]

Split it with my niggas 'cause what's mines is ours

Only way you multiply if you divide the power

Grind for hours, fronto, piney, sour

Why the fuck you think this nigga Cole was high for hours?

Why the fuck you think they got me out the slums of Atlanta?

'Cause J.I.D a computer, boy, I come with the data

Cool, keeping my balance, stumbled over a carcass

Smooth drink from a chalice, let me cook, I'm an artist

You can never see me, I b-ring the noise

Fuck your haha's and hehe's, you see, we deploy

Couldn't read me if he W.E.B Du Bois

Nigga cease-cease your voice 'fore we lea-leak your boy

Peep me, J.I.D be on your TV, my girl skeewee

My weed kiwi, my dreads tipi, my oil tea tree

Wake the game up, them boys sleepy

A rose grew from concrete, soil, and feces

Hear me clear 'cause I don't really like to repeat it

Your favorite rapper gets control-alt-deleted

He sees it, she sees it, nigga, we seize the moment

Please show me my opponent, motherfucker

My dad gave me the swag, God gave me the voice

I said you niggas play it like we gave you a choice

Just watch how the game play, don't play with them boys

They breath stankin', hand shakin' and moist

Must avoid, gun blast such a joyful noise

Pick your poison, pick your squad of boys and vandalize some stores

Five, four, trey, deuce, one, Jesus son

Make nooses or shake loose 'cause you can die from a gun

Gay guys do drive-bys—that's a Fruit Roll-Up

And I ain't homophobe, but look, my gun a blower

Tryna turn my city to the modern Sodom, Gomorrah

They sneak dissin' but they will not take a shot at the boy, yuh

Never Oscar de la Hoya, I'm like Ali with it

I got this .357, I got this weed with me

And it's crazy because I'm up in NYC with it

Won't catch me with it, Plaxico Beezy, shit

I ain't Lil Weezy, but that nigga inspired my dreams

So word to him, Jay, Nas, 'Ye, Kenny, and D

But watch this guillotine flow, slice the head of her king

Kings cool, kamikaze, J.I.D step on the scene

Just like somebody has awoken a Kraken out the cave

Crackin' a box, and I lock in intemperate rage

I was down in my socks and intoxicated in the rain

'Cause my rhymes wasn't getting to the people from the page

I took my piggy bank, came back to the A with a felony charge

Penning if I don't pay the state

Pendulum swing, swang, swung, knocked me across my face

Realizations of not becoming anythin'

Kinda funny 'cause it's like a fuckin' dungeon in my brain

Put a noose around my neck, let that bungee cord hang

Call upon the Lord mane, I need run support

Or a magic wand, maybe Dumbledore

To help me out, then get me out this damn revolving door

The hell we 'bout to do I'm 'bout to just jump off the porch

I know I'm bound to make it, boy, I'm the cow manure

Megatron with the puns, I'm like the Calvin boy

Saddle the cattle niggas down for the battle, it ends one or two ways in the ground or the gavel

Gravel under my toes, thinking the time I’ve done traveled

Mind over matter, not with the chatter, you running my data, black of the blacker

Niggas act up, and act as if the reaction to happenings hella tragic

But it's part of the pattern

Paddy cake in her face and she freebasing and scraping it off the plate

On that white, 'cause that green being tested by the state

On this mic so I formulate the method every day

What you like, what you wanna hear, I show you how it's made

On this Hen' straight, fuck a beer, see a slim waist and her friend

I could probably cover two like a buccaneer

[Interlude]

Haha, oh shit, aight that's all I got on that one

Let's do it

Oh yeah I can run with that, this my dawg

Run that back, run it back, run it back, let me get it from the top

This my shit, this my shit, this my shit right here

Aight I got you, whatever

Uh, aight, where we gonna go with this one

Um, check, this my Big shit, word to B.I.G

Check, um, alright

[Verse 2]

Habeas corpus, how to produce a fuckin' body on the spot

Never not being ready for whatever

I had to fight with the Devil himself

He was upset that God's a woman

Never let him fuck, so he was mad in hell

The irony mad as hell 'cause you weak

Thinking 'bout these niggas in the rap game, boy, you weak

I won't speak unless a nigga speak to me

But I think, I'm on a brink of a—it's like, eureka! Eureka! I got it

Coming for your spot with headshots and red dots

Had my sister beat your lady into some red bottom

The flow like Alzheimer's; spit it, forget it, but he quick with it

All the time, God is good, all the time

Jiddy got all the rhymes, all the rhythms

I grab pens, calculate flows, algorithms

Arithmetic, a mathematician

The rhythm could kick the sound to kill 'em

But I don't even need the hassle

I just need the keys to the castle and some weed

Tell the judge you won't need my pee, like pterodactyl

I don't feel these niggas

Down south, Georgia boy watchin' Troy, I'ma kill these niggas

J.I.D snap like achilles tendons; you need to stretch more

Niggas tried to kick it to me, I'm Devin Hester

With the Russian chopper I got from my homegirl, Svetla

Get in the booth and niggas sweatin'

It's a sweat lodge when J.I.D in the room

You better come with all your methods, insidious moves

We taking flight when it's dark at night

Big gun with the sharpest knife, Hill Harper height

Glocks in Toy Story, J.I.D like a Gorgonite

Poltergeist, chill up your spine when it's cold at night

Pour a quattro in the coldest Sprite

Then bite down, Denzel with the overbite

Me and your lady on a motorbike

She facing me so I can motorboat her titties after this next right

Usually I'm blowing weed like Curren$y and Jet Life

Niggas aiming at dome, so keep your vest tight

I'm just trying get my steps right, flow is a bloody mess

I was blessed with treasure inside the trash

Sever my hands reaching through the metal and glass

It's been a blast, feeling magic and in the madness, give me your hands

Give me passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction

Looking for love at the end of this Hen' bottle

Looking for pub', let me pen your next album

Call from above, tell me J.I.D you been allowed to point it

Reemerged, kicking lyrics in the South, no issue

Wipe that drizzle off your mouth, it's time to wake up the house

Y'all niggas been playing Skins vs. Blouses

I'ma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out

Always keep your word, homie, I don't know nothing else

I'm your father, go get a switch or a belt

Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet

Grab my dick and do a thrust with my pelvis

My shoes suede, but don't fuck with no Elvis

I'm from the era of real shit; kill-or-be-killed shit

Killer bee; real quick, float like butterfly

Sting like killer bee, flow worth kilograms, you niggas killin’ me

Thinkin’ you ill as me—what's shit to a enema?

Enemy, anyone, get at me, I'm the epitome

[Outro]

Hold on, man

Yeah, yo