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[Intro]
Yeah, uh huh
Now there's a second time for everything
So let's go on ahead and get into this
[Verse]
I do this for my sister
And the listeners that'll listen to lyrics and hear it
Instead of worshiping incoherence
And view the spirit and merit of the soul inside a lyric
Where's the difference
When you listen, every artist paints a picture
That consists of money, bitches, guns
Weed, drugs, ice, money, bitches, guns
Fuck bitches then come
I do this for the listeners that can understand what a word is
And discern it
I serve my verses beneath the surface where ever the worms is
Flow deeper than surgeon incision
Or sea beneath the burning of bridges
Jet 2, never shall turbulence hit him, I'm perfect with vision
Even reminiscing remembers the Memorex behind my intellect
Capture pictures and interpret the representation of the illustration
Of the inner rap
I am where swagger and meaningfulness intersect
Beyond the rapper rhyming for diamonds and signing
Hoping that he shines in the minds of all the gold diggers
With no respect from old niggas and love for no bitches
Or so he jots down in a rhyme
Where every single rhyme defines his dimes
But show no thought of authenticity inside the mind
Of the creator of the verse that you heard a couple times
And memorized, the lesson dies, I best advice that you decide
To utilize your useful mind instead of you to lie
I must become more creative than I was
In order to spring like January through July
So who am I?
The lyricist with the lyrics that can change the mood from dry
To lift you up to the sky
Take you farther than that
Bring you back to life
This is more than rap, it's history inside a cipher
The propeller of every dream, and the mind is part of the engine
The body is the machine and the soul is the mechanism
The talent is just the method
Education's what separates amateurs from excellent
And I choose magnificent in everything I'm dealing with
Why should I be anything less when I'm still living
And the sky is the limit, and I'm higher than the limit
Take one breath, no spaceship, and I just might not make it
In space you gotta exercise patience
'Cause ain't no milky way gon' save ya
I never move backwards when I moonwalk
Come and take an astronaut vacation
But, this is not vacation
Shooting for the sun and every single star blazing
Just ask Langston, I'll be the raisin in the sun
That never gets burned by the rays in the sun
You can say things, but son
Regardless of your attempt to eclipse me
You can never stop the sun from raising
Welcome to the mix tape and
This is where legendary'll meet greatness
Face it
I got a passion that'll never change
Always keep egging, no matter where ever you take it
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[Intro]
Jet 2 whussap!
See the best part about being an underdog is...
No matter what you do, people forget about your talent
[Verse 1]
Alright, J-E-double-T, double U oh, the flow's illustrious
Soakin' like a pilot that landed on top the Hudson, get
Lost in the middle of mucus, I got too much to spit
Easy bake oven but too hot for kids to touch it bi-
I'm about to cook her so I hope she brought some oven-mitts
Eat her up around the world like McDonald's, "I'm lovin' it"
I could be Burger King and let her have it her way
If her way is to get piped on the first date! I
I'm just kidding...
We be cuttin' like a first-aid
I just wrap her up in bandages and then we role play like Trey
She say my songs could brighten her day
I make her come way before she catch them z's like "A!" yay
A nigga got a land so large in my mind
In my eyes it's big enough to fit the hills on
She's probably taller than me when she got them heels on
I still hit with stilts on
See, um.. I'll take the future mother of your kids
Treat her like North-ridge and make her happy whenever she C-SUN
Niggie, I am eating instrumentals for a reason
Throw the franchise tag, I catch player of the season
Throw yo' hands in the air, I take yo' arms if you leave 'em
Bitches hatin' me, cause all they get is beef when I meet them
Code name, Jet 2 and your nickname is guess who
Cause if you F with me, they'll have to figure where I left you
Right down... I complete the circle like circumference
And me and a couple homies make a couple bitches come for us
I lick her like I'm practicing my syllables and consonants
Spot hittin' compliments, tongue game confidence
D game conferment
And I ain't shootin' dice man, only sweet icing
Give yo' ass a cinna-stick
Lord forgive me, but the world is full of sin and shit
And I be positive, but I be practicing my nigga shit
And pussy kinda ugly, it look better with my dick in it
And I could get her wet, then get her wetter when I'm lickin' it
And sex changes attitudes, swagger comes from gettin' it
I'm superman high, cause I fly right in the shit
Damn, sometimes a niggie kinda wonder how he think of shit
Quick sand flow, tell your daughter not to sink in this
Cause I'll tap that ass like the faucet in the sink
And leave her ass inside the sink runnin' water out her pink
No doubt, Gwen Stefani!
Pops told me keep the patience, because gettin' 'em is hard
But it's harder to get 'em off me, diggy?
Straps for the homie, holla at me, I'm the Trojan man
You think USC will accept me with all these trojans man?
I'm filling applications...
Cause when it comes to pussy
Even if I fail a class, my GPA is still amazing
I'm sayin' damn!
(hold on ma nigga! Ahh)
[Verse 2]
I make her call me Chidi when I lick them titties
Flow so silly, niggie I'm belligerent
I'm on top the world, I could shit on the meridian
And Wrekless said get 'em, so a nigga gotta get 'em
And I'm all about my dollars, tryin' to multiply my dividends
And hard work pays off, so I'm 'bout to get it in
Cause when you got stacks, what bitch you can't get again?
But fuck them hoes since it's all about the money shit
The money make 'em come, but the money come for me, bitch
Waitin' for the paper, I'll be chasing down trees
Planting seeds in the economy, y'all hatin' niggas comedy
Sucka nigga, hop up off the roof on top ya balcony
Talkin' that fuck shit, y'all just need to suck this
And I express wisdom, but I spit this shit to let you bitches know
I still got it any day you wanna get it
Mutha fucka, I'm ahead of y'all
Five step mindset
I'm where the best meets a stale mate and this is my chess
Checker board, blue veins, red blood, black chucks
Navy jeans, cold heart, so smart, both parts of my brain
Black dreds hang from a genius
Brown eyes, acne face, swangin' in my jeans, bitch
Swagger of a dinosaur, practicing my T-Rex
Bitch, I'mma hustle like a nigga ain't eat yet
Hungry for the game and anyone that I compete with
I'mma eat the fuckin' universe, I'm a beast, bitch
(laugh)
Jet 2
[Outro]
Di- I get superman high (repeat)
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