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jean grae – you don’t want it lyrics

[intro]
(mafia)
new york, clap ya hands
philly, where you at? (come on)
ctsa, dc on back (come on)
work it back (come on)
nerds in the back (get goin’)
you ain’t heard that jean murda the track
new york, clap ya hands
philly, where you at? (come on)
ctsa, dc on back (come on)
work it back (come on)
nerds in the back (get goin’)
(uhh uhh uh uh uh uh)

[verse 1]
welcome to the mind of the sickest mothaf+cka on earth
worse then a brain damaged cripple
nipple suckin’ at birth, dropped (huh)
i’m dangerous your life is stuffin’ your +n+s
my game is so clutch, even this far from famous, bussin’
bars sicker than the high of the flu
and if your spine sprouted wings, i’d still be flier than you
the technician man a bomb squad specialist, except in reverse
blast to the spot, your inhabit first (blaam boom)
mangle your face up worse than the make+up
that’s on tammy’s face pillowcase whenever she wakes up
i’m a terror, lord jesus
i got many more reasons to maul y’all wall like venereal diseases
a g+nius, gracious for gracin’ this page
j grae’s a bootlegger’s favorite like a case of laid tapes
take it apart i’ll stick a pin in your heart
and leave a time+bomb spinnin’ in the rims of your car (come on) fool
[hook]
everybody get your hands up (come on)
and if your ready to rumble with jean, stand up (uhh)
put yah dukes up, “the gooch’s” back, panic, panic
and if you think that i’m playin’ n+gga can it (you don’t want it, no)
stop poppin’ your mouth, you know (you don’t want it, no)
east, west, north, to the south, i go (you don’t want it, no)
yah can’t stop me come on, the jeans drop and he gone
bout to brawl with everybody in this song (you don’t want it, no)

[verse 2]
come on let’s play catch, put your game faces back up
make up for time like a watch faced with some [?]
i’m like the new crack in your hood
grae tops, you better change slots with me when the bass drops
never part of me, i boast dichotomy
[?] with some comedy, camaraderie
home girl i’ll keep your toes curled like an +rg+sm
more adamant, more applause, so get your paws clappin’
i had to pause to clap then
sicker than the clap you got from maul in the back+end
i’m brawlin’ witchu all and then i fall into actin’
it’s like those other rappers f+ck around, i do it backwards
i got voice+overs up already along the track list
the mass of the masters are with me to the casket “b”
you could learn a sh+t or two from the business, of mrs. grae sh+t
you need too watch it (oooh)
[hook]
everybody get your hands up (come on)
and if your ready to rumble with jean, stand up (come on man)
put yah dukes up, “the gooch’s” back, panic, panic
and if you think that i’m playin’ n+gga can it (you don’t want it, no)
stop poppin’ your mouth, you know (you don’t want it, no)
east, west, north, to the south, i go (you don’t want it, no)
yah can’t stop me come on, the jeans drop and he gone
bout to brawl with everybody in this song (you don’t want it, no)

[verse 3]
i’m the orator with a sm+rg+sbord, fork you in your corridor
with your future coroner ‘s report
more rebel+re than you’ll ever need
i’m like a double of hennessy with a chaser of every remedy
(come on) the opposite of sanitary, my adversaries vocabulary
smack it like i’m wesley d+ck in halle berry
well that was f+cked up; i’m lackin’ attack
i’m just upset i never heard of halle smackin’ him back
you’ll built a shrine to jean
in nine years when i’m donned like a queen
plates of excavation, pieces of green, we at the zine of climb
n+ggas i preach my time, i got a googolplex of frugal text
i keep ’em in line, played in malaysia, budapest, i stay outspoken
outta order till the d+mn prosecution rest
fanfaronade ’til it sinks in like a marinade
apparently y’all fallacious f+ckers are just scared of me (wooo)
[hook]
everybody get your hands up (come on)
and if your ready to rumble with jean, stand up (yeah)
put yah dukes up, “the gooch’s” back, panic, panic
and if you think that i’m playin’ n+gga can it (you don’t want it, no)
stop poppin’ your mouth, you know (you don’t want it, no)
east, west, north, to the south, i go (you don’t want it, no)
yah can’t stop me come on, the jeans drop and he gone
bout to brawl with everybody in this song (you don’t want it, no)

[outro]
so serious right now man (mafia)
the gooch (wooo)

- jean grae lyrics

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