[Intro]

Ayo, yo, check it

Ayo…

[Verse 1]

I had a couple minor setbacks, now I’m making major moves

Bloody murder on these tracks, run it ‘til I stain my shoes

Not concerned with cashing checks, just tryna pay my dues

I know my ass is set as long as music remains my muse, but

Day out and day in, I feel my patience is waning

Facing the strains of being locally famous

Yet virtually faceless

Caught between swag rappers and backpackers

When fact of the matter is, they babblin’ like infants

One in the same, all of your tunes are mundane

I say enough with you suckas, man

Came in the game just to put food on your plate

Know you’ve been sufferin’ for sustenance

Truly amazed you givin’ the radio play

Most of it run by the government

Day after day, steady creating new slaves-- wait

Wait, wait, wait…

[Hook 1]

Don’t know the deal?

Man,you buggin’, buggin’

You came to kill?

Man, you buggin’, buggin’

Ain’t from the Ville?

Man, you buggin’, buggin’

HA!

[Verse 2]

My life’s the page out the story of a teenage burnout (uh, uh)

Who tried his best to time and time again get turned down

That’s why I get turnt up by the time the evening come ‘round

And pray to Jah whatever high I have don’t come down

Cuz I’ve been down for too long

Caught L’s

And gave an honest effort just to put the effin’ crew on

Through the fire down to the wire

‘til I wised up and realized something:

On my dolo, I’ll do no wrong

Now The Kreux gone…

[Verse 3]

These brothas think I’m slackin’ cuz I’m lackin’ a release date

And yet, my rhymes would terrorize this here police state

Hard drives of archives with terabytes of beat tapes

Pour my heart out

Now watch as Jaycee paints a beautiful disaster

I never sleep until my peace of mind is mastered

Paper heaps around the wastebin as these ashes--

Trash the canvas

Craftin’ draft on top of draft until the task becomes a habit

I’d rather be gettin’ plastered with the pros and act an ass

But, every second that I’m absent just adds to my entrapment

And as I write this passage, opportunities are passin’

You can knock me on my hustle but you can’t deny my passion

My passion, my passion…

[Hook 2]

I ain’t the truth?

Man, you buggin’, buggin’

Ain’t got the juice?

Man, you buggin’, buggin’

I came to lose?

Nah, you buggin’, buggin’

YUH!

[Verse 4]

So it’s…

“F” the world until my dying day

Shining rate unmeasurable, we’re talking years of light away

Block me and I’m running thru ya, Ndamukong Suh ya

Then leave, powder my face

Reemerge as Violent J

I daily dance with the devil, I reckon I”ll sign with Jay

Likely name my debut tape “Jayzus” in spite of Ye

So if I die today, pray to be likened to John Lennon

Potential your simple mind couldn’t fathom

You could only Imagine…

Let’s hear ALLLLLLLL that...