Lyrics:
I've been surrounded by silence,
I've been living in these islands.
Its in the air that I see,
J'aime une fille, Jaime une fille.
I think its called
and tattoes a beer belly
but still I make them ho's say I love you
from a motherfuckin pretty boy smile them diamonds in my mouth
make them gals go
and the future is the future
But the present is the time for ya'll to find a buried ruler
[Violent J]
Mr. Newgleson, they buried him with a watch
And it's worth
sweaty
In her eyes, I can see that lil' mama been ready
Hold my dick, doin' biz' with Liz Claiborne
Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it
Dr. J in
Might wrap you in plastic, ship you off the Jupiter
Boys, I roll with Wu-Syndicate sharpshooters
who smuggle coke in parachuters
Politic in silence like J
threw like the prettiest
Big boy Benz, 500-S series
Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s
'Bout it to half smoke Philly comin' out
Blasi blah blah blasi blah blah blasi blah [X6]
[Chorus]
J to the I to the V to the E to the
T to the A to the L to the K (with "blase blah's" in
[J-Zone]
Mr. President congratulations on inauguration
I'm here with advice to run a nation
To satisfy the rich and be up for re-election
So i
Feared on every continent banned by many governments
Raise your voice against him and reveal your own
Incompetence
Many people hate him many people love
reamin
Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven't changed.
No love for the roadie?
Yo man, you're the roadie, you don't...
Seven members,
ass
J to the A Y to the drive by to your hood
Screamin' bye-bye to you, Why would you fuck with me?
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas
groove,
But this girl, she's got moves,
Not to mention her eyes,
They've got me mesmerized,
N I gotta make her mind
And keep her dancein' by..my..side,
HOLD
reamin
Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks 'cause I haven't changed.
No love for the roadie?
Yo man, you're the roadie, you don't...
Seven members, seven
I'm in the mood for lovin' baby all night
Some a dem a player haters don't see why
Why dem a try fe get de F.I.J.I.
Dey know that we rock it so, so
calabash oo
And I be wish you what you wish me padi I know say you no love me
To kill a nigga na the thing you sabi why
Middle finger for the popo
Bad nigga
all that payback shit you ripped in jail
by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigga
you fuckin' with the g'sta
when you
in by a cult of love
I'll initiate you with some anastatics and a rubber glove
I get my kicks from watching chick flicks
European women shooting around
you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the Buddha tye
I'm rocking well like
to my right developing mad skills
how could a love for this game bring so much sadness
I played with brothas with so much badness
but now they gone I
ways to say I love you
With words that always fail
Hang up and light a cigarette
Sit waiting for the mail
Some flyers from department stores
A,
This your boy J. Guevara
AKA JustinHisPrime
AKA Henny Planks
I'm just to here to tell y'all
The Mission is too Great
And We Up We Good
Word to Ron
We
Know what I mean
If I'm going to do this s***, I'm going to do this s*** for real (J)
I know this s*** is only going as far as I can take it
Know what I mean
If I'm going to do this shit, I'm going to do this shit for real (J)
I know this shit is only going as far as I can take it
New face in the game
I’d better get going
I study my rhymes
I write my own lines
Textbook filled with no lies
Truth is my word to live by
See
I’m
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