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jam fu - plain & simple lyrics

[verse 1]

i get aggressive when defiant men enter into the lions den
trying to opress me and my heightened zen
cuz im the antidote injecting my linguistic serum
witness the blending of two styles polymorphism
this ain’t the new skool this here the true skool
ive broken every element right down to every molecule
in its purest form bump this till the break of dawn
i’ve been on my sh-t way before you were even born

listen up all you wack rappers im body baggin’
your sk!lls are lackin’ your outdated your outta fashion
your just a fraction of the puzzle
im back in action watch as i take aim and adjust my muzzle

your my opponent i’ll gatecrash your show and own it
take centre stage with this rap sh-t and al capone it
you only clone it i originate your just a copy
understand the graft of my craft
this ain’t no hobby

[verse 2]

all these backpack rappers backstabbers and style jackers
collapsed after masters exposed them as fake actors
playing roles their non-pros when sh-t matters
when i unload their blood splatters the crime scene
cuz their a virus i’m unpacking the vaccine

whatever happened to soulja boy, he a has been
i smokescreen ya whole team on the frontline
end ’em in one line i dont need no d-mn co-sign

they a by-product too late to the goldmine
just getting started, not even in my prime
their poison to the game they acid and im the alkaline
i murder these rappers give ’em a lifeline

[verse 3]

crazy rhzme flows you can’t even straight jacket
i get rapid causing havoc, call it a habit
i’m on automatic and they forgot to read the manual
their pre-dated you can call ’em artifical

writings my ritual, hip hop’s my life
its pharmaceutical i’d live everyday twice
better take my advice i don’t f-ck with these mice
nah, my ill sk!ll spills when i excercise

on the mic im on the rise so you better lookout
these wack rappers shook their heads just get tookout
so welcome to the cookout were i’m servin’ up some fakes
who don’t even know the amount of hours that it takes
to build sk!lls, their too busy poppin’ pills
watch me cause thrills up your spine you get chills
i’m out here to make deals so call me official
an armed missile, armed and ready
plain and simple

- jam fu lyrics

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