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j. arms (rap) - cisum kcarc lyrics

[intro]
“this is crack”

[skit – 2pac shakur]

[verse 1]
look, i stand by mine ‘cuz all of us is united by one
depending on your birthday, my brother your son
working these puns in disbelief when the pen hit the thumb
ain’t no mistake when i erase some of these levels at jump
it’s ’bout time somebody raise they hand like “i can bust.”
“now there go j. arms here to come and f-ck ya’ll advantage up”
so go long, either that or get rolled on
compared to my old songs, you couldn’t carry 4 bars. (at best)
i’m trying to stay clear of government access
all i need is an attached check, extended clip & a bad b-tch
see, i’m just trying to get it barking when i come in town
no disrespect but while you walking i be running ’round
won’t dumb it down nor won’t numb the pain how your past felt
sometimes i spit a verse & i scare the sh-t out my d-mn self
91′, a product that scribble pictures like comic con
developed as a younger one, a f-cking rap phenomenon
pushing weights above the bar
whoever thought that our city would get up this far, i swear we close to tomorrow
and n-ggas want my rebound, they will never come close
come up to get beat down, mind crazy like skid row
like my home is los angeles
but i’m from bakersfield just know cali goes deeper in its perimeters
a broadcast of murders

[skit – bakersfield kero 23 news reporter]

it seems whatever the channel is
untucked laces and middle fingers for those cameras
don’t take it as a problem, my beliefs are coinciding
with the act of waging war while providing a higher knowledge
you can tell in how we mobbing this dope for slang for the conscious
got the, mind of a college scholar while pulling the heisman
i’m in, tunnel vision on a heavy float
you already know, you light, i heavy roll, heavy dro
out a perpetuous coast, you can tell how i crept up on ’em
and i ain’t got to throw the west up on them
slang in my phrases made them spell check up on him
neck all covered, a bunch of ss cars runnin’
got me, creeping through the night
and any f-ck n-gga f-cking my timing up, i’ll ch-ch-chop your posse up
ill minded since i came out the womb, a pool of sharks
want to find the old me, last time i checked was on the boulevard

[outro]

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