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letra de double stuf - jet trawick

[intro]
playing two k sixteen, my hands clean
my body built like a dream, olajuwon hakeem
my team rocket, this monster is in my pocket
i skor on heath, toffee jocking, my knee un-sockets on trampolines

part i

[verse 1]
i used to be the kid that was eating m&m’s
never thought i’d be sitting, spitting with eminem
well it didn’t happen yet, but i remember it
like it was yesterday; everyday stay intelligent
i was labeled a way because of my melanin
a melon head with the supple scent of adrenaline
i met a jet at my school, isn’t that mega cool?
maybe too meta, it’s better never relayed to you
i set the tone with a bitter hint of impediments
i can fire-bend because i have studied the elements
my requirements say i distance myself from sentiment
apple cider fresh like a wildflower with extra mints
i’m second best to a group of people i’ll never p-ss
i could be equal to rappers although i’m bad at math
jelani once was an indigo, wow, imagine that
i’m holding happiness, what’s the point in holding a strap?

[verse 2]
i’m not an average rapper, actually underage
understand if there’s something happening, i don’t rage
i beat the cat, ain’t no kitty pride, i’m not ellen page
with cinematic reactions, it’s like i’m center stage
i’m magic johnson, i guard the game like i’m six eight
i know you were waiting for a cheap shot about aids
but no, i’m different, dismiss the fact i acknowledged it
apology accepted? i’m smart enough for a scholarship
polamalu, jelani demolishes offenses
i’m all tempted to ball on the squad senseless
near -ssault charges from calling my guys to enter
but i can’t control them, consider my men as reckless
i block these girls like ibaka, return to sender
i chill with rashad, not silk da shocka, my friends is going on benders
isn’t it nice, i came in game with no mentor
i’m attending my name and leaving cause it’s better than surrenders, jetser

[verse 3]
this game is popping, and radio rappers all monopolizing t v time
and i’m positive that you’ll pay each other fine
but when i rhyme i could’ve (should’ve, would’ve) been a mime
and kept my mouth closed as you walked onto a land mine
these rappers have no drive but pulling up in bugatti
i randy savage clothesline the gucci off of somebody
there’s no apologies probably, hit your noggin at a speed
where not the doppler effect can react in time, sloppy
i’m popping off, no apostrophe, second socrates
a pessimistic prophecy, logging the days i’m in the swap meet
a lot of oxygen pumping through garbage trappers, b
my moxie can’t be copied, i’m off to tomorrow, can’t you see
i’m polished as a watch in a gl-ss top made of bedrock
hot sauce bars making neighbors do the whole diddy bop
opting out to rock as my own person, don’t tell me stop
i’ll lock myself in garage, and walk out with a lock-box

[verse 4]
since pop pop brought me out to carrabba’s, i’m mauling
any rapper in my way, i polished my art, now i’m on and
paul lateef is awesome, like john wall, i’m balling
i’m a balk-er, never call me, less you wanna talk appalling
i’m paul wall cause i drive slow, like pot holes
pot heads broke, i’m a sideshow to kind folks
iphone notes, imma ride ghosts like forza, wrote
in likenesses enticing to jet and that’s icy, yo
when i talk about death, i get carried away
i hope that when i die my body’s not buried in shame
i soak myself in some pine-sol, it’s part of the training
they changed the scent, now i resent the thought of better day
i used to play computer games and dream of n b a
i snoozed my dreams, i fell asleep and found a hidden rage
i fantasized about a second life with burning sage
and when i came awake, it’s eleven o’clock and now i’m late! great

[verse 5]
i’m not finished, i’ll beat the beat in submission first
listen, i’m alive, not a factory working, walking he-rs-
chick, i got the ursula venomous, serpent tentacles verse
and i’m spitting words ’til these chickens can’t even think to curse
i’m mister perfect, i’m curt with a purple shirt like i’m urkel
i’ll murk a hercules’ circle, i’m popping corny rappers like kernels
i’m colonel, i mean it like universal
pull a sucker off the stage with a cane and i drop the curtain
i’m burning, my rhyming sk!lls are absurd, i’m certainly reaching my curve
and my sternum hurts from the blur of my words
i’m currently serving whoever’s next, and i urge you to forfeit while you can
i’m terminal, i’m surging, no clowning, this ain’t the circus, man
you’re unbearable, terrible like thirty-four said to ernie
bert, a servant to a person ain’t working, homie, you can’t own me
impervious to nerds and i curl like a zamboni
a down to earth rebirth, then kamikaze, get to know me

part ii

[verse 6]
you can slit your throats and post a pic
poster child of potent lines i’ll poke your eye out with a stick
porcupine, i’m so divine, i hope you mind that i’m the ish
poltergeist, i run from christ, i learned to fight the system quick, no mediocre, i’m convinced
that pino ain’t the water you sip
gambino in the bimmer, see me when i’m not talkative
i’m eating frito’s with the cleaners, and we coughing a bit
maybe it’s hard to breathe clearly against the serious fire that jelani emits
i’m radical, i’m rodimus prime in a pontiac
aligned with you, there’s no comparison, get arrested in cardiac
heart attack, pardon my minimal-esque, alarming tracks
sorry jack, apart from my verses, i’m always spitting facts
karma caught a body, man, you did it to yourself, alas
never let a hobby decide if you gonna live, you trash
symbiotic t-tan, life gets canceled just a bit too fast
a bullet to the chest isn’t exactly how i’d wanna crash

[verse 7]
you can talk about me all you want, bet you’ll never pull a gun
sever any person tryna mess with jet, i’m not the one
second best to none except the rappers that i choose
and if you didn’t make the list, i guess that you’ll forever lose
son, i’m better than a group of you, i could beat you one on two
onto the second two one two, i’ll prove that i’m upset with you
i came to send a message, i invested in consumers dude
and if you tryna brawl, i’ll wring your neck like it’s a hula hoop
text me when you prove you’re on, i’ll move you like a basketball
i’ll bounce your head right off the wall until your sensories are gone
never really pensive in my raps, but tentative at home
i’m meant to be a savage, but i’ll leave the extra stuff alone
bet the kid is trash and he might spit a twenty-minute song
then you’ll have a laugh and say that you were b-mping all along
this is just the draft but jet is definitely going off
i hope you wack rappers get lost, you’ve entered the bermuda forest

[verse 8]
and i don’t wanna take advantages, if you’re clapping and saying cut the kid some slack
that means i didn’t take the game, i’m handed it
if i put that vanity on your back then i’m managing
but if you try to swerve then jelani might have to tamper with it
i might get mad, and go savage like i’m a predator
write better than a lot, but to some i’m just an editor and
i’m better off dead if i’m trying to peddle my music
like i see things that you don’t or i’m helen keller abusing sellers, it’s
kay to be skeptical, so was i until i wrote that remix of yeezy and then i called it freestyle 5
and then i was hotter than a bright red knife, i tried to write an alb-m
got reminded why you don’t bring melee to a gun fight
and i’m denied the luxury of being white, but if i’m rapping it’s alright
cause that’s what brothers do, they ball or fiddle with a mic
i pick my hair and sit and stare at idols that i like
i’ve been scared since two thousand and nine, but i’m alive, right?

- jet trawick

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