jj doom – pause tape lyrics
i wanna, i wanna, i wanna
mother, father, it’s my god-given honor
to eat a sucker mc like a hot sizzling donna
respect, deep check
dope line dialectic
dig the perspective
of an open minded skeptic
where you’re skeptical
looks don’t count
better off judging by rhymebooks
and sheer amounts
and work backwards from there
his angle of attack on the track
was like a spear through the clear air
what’s your status? it’s don status
reserved for those who chose to go beyond madness
cause we like “villain
you must be out your toboggin’ hoggin
it’s a horror
eating mcs like there’s no tomorrow, starving
welcome to the club, registration
we’ll be out here collecting nation’s revelations
sensations of latter day saints
and more lies than blacks splattered
spray paint, faints
ain’t live and direct
and kept his eye on the game like
spy tech
mic check
villain get booted out your online school
student got straight up a’s it’s divine rule
quicker than a sleight of hand, like, d-mn
telepathy and telekinesis, faster than instagram
see what he said laid at get paid at least his f
from the states to your in-state flat
ain’t that
yo
taking back my style, ey yo, get yours
i’ve been making beats since before you wore drawers
baby diaper having dudes do your ch-r-s
giving more than what you had in store
setting up a show and do no tours
my props that wait like your b boys
i don’t need you to co-sign no reward
just need the check to feed my boys
da-da-da-dey, da-da-da-dey
ain’t nothing else to say
can i please collect my pay
now we talking
jj on the beats when i spit
and (spit)in’ rhymin’
while i’m reclining in the vocal booth
image -n-lyse, and they know how to speak the truth
never comprimise, keep it real
never pikachu
rolling in the jungle
glowing eyes like a kinkajou
(hey, my man, w’happen, i know you cool)
(can i mate with you?)
only if you really got g.o.d. in your peripheral
had a talk with y’all bout the world
that we living in
beginning to the end, yo
i keeps it viberian experience
until my deliverance keep cutting those st–z
keep it higher than the caribbean
i’m like the ghetto gilligan
in planet of the apes
with nothing but a radio, a mic and a c-ssette, straight
pause tape
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