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letra de the juice (outro) - jones (rapper)

before i start i’d like to big the brooklyn m-ssive up
to my jamaican crew i promise i’mma mash it up
& keep it deeper than my people’s roots in africa
ooh la la la

yo, i can’t feel lines bein spat from copycats
don’t even get your tracks copywritten, you copy that?
jones, the flow throne i’m sittin on top of that
& the b.k. don’t stand for where whoppers at, c-ck it back
blast from the past, last of the masters
show my -ss for the cash like a flash dancer
ho ho hoes legs spread faster than cancer
i blitz in a vixen dash her then i’m casper
my apologies, m.o.b’s the policy
if i spit it & did different that would make it fallacy
makin my father see he woke me up before he fall asleep
so we both’ll rest fine til next time we meet..

before i proceed y’all gon’ need to pack it up
you don’t be wonderin ‘why everybody laugh at us?
and don’t be givin dap to us?’ d-mn you rappers suck
ooh la la la

oh you thought i lost my style but i found it
sh-t is like a hydrant n0body could come around it
headed to the top forever stayin grounded
i’ll never cop jewels, like how i drop jewels
my flow is my chain mane, my rhyme is my wrists
my lyrics like earrangs, i shine when i spit
bullet raps couldn’t make me sweat a
man i’m from where they get buck if they have not a, & never had father
so i don’t bang with these wannabe stars
especially since they can’t hang wit these monkey bars
gimme 15 seconds of fame i’ll teach em 16 lessons
each line fine like delicatessen

see let me wrap it up it’s obvious they had enough
cause what we talk about be true that’s why they mad at us
even the thought of writin back could cause a m-ssacre
ooh la la la

lemme show em that jones is that sick
show em how down i hold this rap sh-t
stayin afloat like moses basket
you vampires suck blood’ll close your casket
a pain in the neck, i came for the checks
it ain’t a fang to make it bang like we in bangladesh
& i came wit my set, b.k.’s what i rep
that’s where i was born, that’s where i was raised, so what you expect?
p-ss that, eyes red cause i’m feelin like a lab rat
haven’t told my parents cause they think it’s bad as crack
i’m a west indian chief these n-ggas arawak
just like a n-gga wit no job i haven’t slacked
two-piece a n-gga wit no prob not havin that
negative energy anywhere around my habitat
undeniable music, don’t be mad at that
jones, that breath of fresh air you lost is back

- jones rapper

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