John Blaze

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Jason Phillips (born May 27, 1975), better known as Jadakiss, is an American rapper. He is a member of the group The LOX. (a member of the hip hop collective Ruff Ryders) Jadakiss is one of the three owners of the imprint known as D-Block. In early 2007, Jadakiss signed to Roc-a-Fella Records / Def… more »

My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
 Murder game, I leave no evidence credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal 
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a number two pencil  Stabbin students, grabbin' teachers, Catholics, preachers 
In the school staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer 
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn 
The table turned now, got my own label to earn
Like that nigga said in "Dead Presidents", money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet
 Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin' that
I'm just the best, puttin' all violence to rest
 Between Latin Kings the blood "los sangres", blood in Spanish 
So many thugs vanish, unite the system 
To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison 

My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try "Now you know you done fucked up right?"
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa 
I hate a actor that plays a rapper 
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
 Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual 
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical 
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
Out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter 
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
 Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all

J-J-J-John Blaze 
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze 
"Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!"

Aye yo my attitude is subject to change, I mess around 
And spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range 
Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame
 Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains 
Take heed that, not only can I flow I can aim
 Cause y'all misdemeanor niggas can't stand the reign  Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that fagots respect pressure 
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggas up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggas up
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable 
Y'all hot dog niggas get Nathans 
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin'

My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggas, kidnap they work, make em move out
 Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat
In the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
 Strike me out God, stackin' up joints, rack em like Footlocker 
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent 
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall 
Relentless, the anthology consolidated
With the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
Lex, imagination large, gold cards 
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar
Feelin' the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
 Broke niggas who got heart God, sign em up
 Start the wind up, we John Blazin', Don up in the line up


It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
 Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers 
Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
 Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts 
For fuckin' with my funds on the first 
And go to church like a mobster  Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
 Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Used to run many spots, now I own shops  Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned?
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin' head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed 

[Chorus: x2]


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