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Jonas Brothers [The Bonus Jonas Edition] (Jonas Brothers) · Party Musical: Tribute to the Jonas Brothers (Hit Crew) · Jonas Brothers [Instrumental Version] (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers [Bonus Tracks] (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers [13 Tracks] (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers [14 Tracks] (Jonas Brothers) – and 90 other albums »


ain't sho lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint
You'll be comin' out feet first
So I blst the mic with
Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you`re at a stand still
Still faking that you`re hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills
So I`ll
it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, so amazin' are
The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinkin'
Hey, your lady's
the fly shit 

Since you're holding your breath, I hold my jewels 
I swing hardcore, so I walk, holding my tools 
The original P-Funk, takes no junk,
or rather show and prove
Of made up gank moves and foolish fairy tales
said by sissies, to snatch the record sales
So when you see me just say I told ya
My
of the original
Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical
Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold
Out with
brother's rap 
I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren't able to bite 
What I bring to the table is height 
Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I
from my cock I don't feel shit
So check me the original joe pesky freak the sexy
I got more gadgets than the inspector, go-go jet-skis
Then swoop
diminished the, record like my man Joe Sinister 
I'ma lay back and watch 'em bless the track 
For the hip-hop world, cuz these brothers don't slack 
They
'cause these brothers don't slack
They always comin' with the up-to-par
You can call X-Ecutioners the best by far

Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
Know what I'm
lands for you man and your family
Reminisce on back in the days, can it be
It was all so simple then, we all kin
And black-skinned, original Don set
lands for you man and your family
Reminisce on back in the days, can it be
It was all so simple then, we all kin
And black-skinned, original Don set
while weak brothers went AWOL 
This new born god, and I'ma hold my life so hard 
These fool keep their intentions, I destory your intentions 
For
junkie brother, known by the emcee's,
For rippin' through tracks like epidemic disease,
And shout to J.C. 'cause' he reigns supreme,
'n' party people
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
is drippin be	
I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me
I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin
Original man's a black man, said by
from my cock I don't feel shit
So check me the original joe pesky freak the sexy
I got more gadgets than the inspector, go-go jet-skis
Then swoop
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
ain't no homo shit, but I'ma get up in that ass
I keep rappers on stand-by, you hear me?
Fear me, clear me, blowin up tracks like Edward Leary
I'm
hit the ground, y'all gon' hear the difference now

Here I got that miracle, sickest individual
Flow that's so original, see this is what they meant
[Noreaga] 
Chorus: It's long and mad track
	keep the loot in Iraq, 
	Iraq, see the world, the world, see Iraq
	binoculars, ours is out, son, they
cables with all the sound that we brawl
Can't get enough so brother pass another cold one
Feel like a dad at a ball game mappin' with his son
Chuck D yo
remember going to school, we meet by the track smoking a sack
With the vato I sold it too, get him stoned
Then I jack it back, remember the guero use
remember going to school, we meet by the track smoking a sack
With the vato I sold it too, get him stoned
Then I jack it back, remember the guero use
it’s loud, it’s wild
We bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
I don’t care what anybody thinks about that

I feel so