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I'm really the jack of all trades I can do it all
I'm talking about I can do it all pussy ass nigga
Let's go
First off let me start by saying I can do

Painting my feelings
Don't paint me as villain
I wear the weight, no cape on my back
I'm ready, able, and willing
For any dealings, Aces, Jacks
Deal

Hit da Road Jack

Public Enemy

Greatest Misses

1992

I'm sayin' hit the road Hack
        For the hook
        I'll play it by the book
        For the track
        I'll bring it back
        Look out:

Shit, Heaven knows it's me, young Moses Malone in '83
Could spin the beat, snap that shit in half, then pick it out my teeth
Like on some short rib,

Overstimulated in this simulation
Now I'm caught up in a loop of the same
Trials and Tribulations
Alienation from the world around me
But, I still

and attack all you divas
Cash App PayPal for the features
Nasir Jones with that Ether
Yeah I’ll beat up jack, jack reacher
I won’t even need my clever
I’ll

heart in mind, the crazy part is I don't mind
I'm rollin', I got it, but it's this feeling, this darkness
my man got pitched by the Narcs and his son just

Posted with my burner in my pocket by the benches,
Gained weight fast before C was the henchest,
Started with an eighth of each then grind relentless,

at number 1?" You!
Dream come true, owner of my record label
Congratulating the money I'm about
To be making ask me to come in at 4: 10
Had an icy chain with

never hit me in a text
I take that as disrespect
So now I'm gonna diss this set of celebs
Just for the Swift effect
Don't care whether it's correct
This

Hello world reporting live to tell you that I'm doin' great
And my name is Jaquan Jones the tender age of 28
Put that time into yourself these are

kuzuki cause my ygs my retainers yah
Oden in that pot heatin up the heat gone phase yah
6 shots
Im popping off
Until a dead cop
Spin it back
Come double

Snack Attack

Godley & Creme

Ismism

1981

beating
Cows are mooing sheep are bleating
I'm being haunted by all the meat I've eaten
And then a burglar alarm goes off in my head
And I wake up

Ewww she a bad mamma jamma
Ground breaking ass shaking like a jack hammer
That thing fat looking like she got baby in it
Shaking like a mental

Jack Kerouac

Brooke Fraser

Flags

2010

wondering who my people are
I say I'm new in town
I know it's gonna take a while

Oh it's humorless and comical at once
Always being a stranger wearing

I Dream a Highway

Gillian Welch

Time (The Revelator)

2001

to you

The getaway kickin' up cinders
An empty wagon full of rattling bones
Moon in the mirror on a three hour Jones
I dream a highway back to you

Can buck me down nigga?
I don't fuck around nigga
From that underground nigga
Keep Nak' up in my shit so
My trunk can pound nigga, what?

I'm a big body

Can't look his killer in his face cuz we lost Jack to diabetes
We was on the road to riches but my niggas tried to beat me
Like John Cena I seen it

Well It's not even noon and I'm on my fifth beer
Too much Jack and my head still ain't clear
Thought a Jones' song might help me get by
But not this

It's Mr. Suave in this bitch
You might not like it but your wife type did
I slide right through the whole scene and I'm scoping
Hoes steady chatting

you really a fraud
Nigga you ain’t who you claim to be all that talking you was doing
I saw through it like im Judy be Jones nigga you a poser
You

the mail
And see like eight or so zeros through the vapor in the air

If I did braid my hair
Turn samurai like I'm Jack
Slice yo ass up, Katana
We go Mortal

'Cuz I'm leaving
Mr. Jones County
He's as Stuck on these roads
As the painted white lines
I'm flying by
Mr. Jones County
And that crown he wears
Is only

that check some’n
Checking all boxes
Black ink when I’m check writing Nigga
Fuck the rest
Just make sure that my checks right Nigga

They hooting