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jean grae - #8 lyrics

[edgar allen floe]

what up jean, you know theres a lot of nonsense in the streets right now, you see it right? tell ’em whats up

[jean grae]

possibly i could, dropping some knowledge i should
but i ain’t finish college and i’m not a kanye, got it? good
intelligent rhetoric, brain packed like a tenement
aimed back at the tenants, my face crack in a venomous rage
i really wanna blaze all you, burn you like 8 wh0r-s do
hurl you like florida storm furniture
permanent marker jean is tagging blacking up on your partners p-n-s
pardon the phoenix i mark you plus i bark the meanest
hardly elitist, i know the struggle
i mostly bubble underground like a soda below some broken rubble
at ground zero, i get down n-gga, like them brown people
sat-rday night, geechi suede and sonny cheeba, lift ya
i’ll levitate the scriptures just so i can see ’em better
each and every letter was conceived by jean i’m the coretta
scott king of my day i mean, standing by my mate, my king
planning for jamaica honeymooning, vacationing
cd breaking in, skipping on this track like i’ve been scr-ping it
scr-ping it, scr-ping it, bring it back
sicker than rap. i’ll stick you with a picket axe
pick up your soul and then control it whats bigger than that?
you don’t like the way i flow? “she needs more emotion”? no
i’ll give you emotion its you holding your broken nose
and leave you comatose with a pound of columbia snow
at your side when the cops arrive, they’ll just say you overdosed
this ain’t a battle, i would make your cranium rattle
skull in pain as if a hundred veins had popped a dangerous madam
the heidi fleiss of words, like a verse, find a purse
i could make you love me if you f-ck with me violence occurs
new york pimp game the worst chick since the birth of the words
that i first met on a thursday i think i’m cursed
don’t blink n-ggas, cause i will figure
a way to k!ll you in a second with my ring finger
think quicker, my visions multiplied like liquor drinkers
i kick your sister ’til shes crippled making you step with her
cause i could mark you too, show you what a dart could do
when your aorta’s the target, n-gga pardon you…

- jean grae lyrics

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