Clap back...12 pac's...fuk a 9 millimeter's or ne kinda heater's....
I rather be a drunk wife beater, drownin in a 40' liters'...
Car's, fancy home?custom tailor?....naw fuk it buy a trailor...
How bad can u feel?....when your goal is tryna be a failure....

check it

Yo i cant beleive u talkin shit, cause this boy will stalk a bitch//
If i shoot i'll neva miss from long range like Peja stojakovic// (Stoy-aka-vich)

I keep da 'Fame' in da 'Game' but i aint ta 'Blame' fo dat 'Lame' shit u 'Spray'n'// (SPRAYIN)
pocket gun shootin ya 'Brain' ...brain cells will 'Drain'...leave u wit no 'Game' Dien in 'pain'//


I 'Laid' ya 'Maid' and 'Sprayed' to 'Fade' the 'Grade' of people so when they here my flow they 'Raid'//
So I 'Prayed' and 'MAde' u 'Trade' ur flo dats 'played' so leave be4 u get 'Slayed' ma flow is HEAT like d'wayne Wade//

dats all i got riight now i dont feel like rippin' flowz 2night iight holla back young's OKAY!!!

Bloody and Bruised is how I Display Mics & Kidz wit Stage-Fright
I bless the Session wit Perfection Lessons Until Ive Raised Christ
Known to get high than Acting Rude I run circles around MC's like Track Athletes Do.. Its No problem when i give birth to Rapz Fucking Raw like No Condoms

While Im out on my grind u niggas mop kitchens/i earn my shit u niggas steal ya cake like shoplifters/i been told u i dont fuck around with niggas/cause a gangsta like me might up and pound niggas/put a X on ya spot have u literally bleedin/you niggas candidates you argue for political reasons/i handle the glocks u might find three shooters/Plus we handle the blocks like we pre-schoolers

Flying outta the buildin with no strings attached
And yeh i got balls, without checking my sag
If this rock Pack don't work ill be crap pop and Flat
Kinda like the cerial that i eat for a snack...
I only told my boss i was leanin out to check the Crack
Cuz imperfection get me hagged, like women shakin tick taks
Yeh i'll buy that, soon as you get up from that heart bypass
I don't take shit, which is weird cause i aint got a wide-ass

war,destruction,disease in function
pain,anger,misery and hate,are we gona try to heal or world or are we just gona wait?
till things get outa hand,not the way we planned,ending this beatiful world of ocean and land.
You say your gona help,you say this isnt right
blockin it all out as I hear children screamin in the night
everyone's afraid,scared of what might happen
listen to these lyrics,understand what i be rappin.
Im only able to wlk these streets alone when its light,
too many evil ppl on this earth
C'mon I wana live safe and happy
LetZ put up a fight!

spit megatons, and atom bombs, and form a mushroom cloud/
Contaminate the planets water system, and level the ground just like a plow/

Destroy entire spieces of creatures, and predict the earths future/
The planets bleek, by the year 2005 it'll be crushed says the barometer/

I eviscerate, human beings to satisfy my essential needs in life/
They differ from the average humans, cuz in like Zeus, throwin bolts of lighting,lighten up the night/

My flows are impressive, and they'll leave the impression/
In ya head, that this rap session that i am doin, has the lords blessin/

But its also hexed by the blunt smoken, evil doin, eternal demon/
They make you incappable of seein, and melt the ice caps in the artic regions/

As i spit my rhymes you know that they are too dope for you to comprehend/
They kill you with the animosity of a twenty pound pen/

I'll collapse your esophagus, lungs and pin you down with my tounge/
Your cadaver's left on the ground to sit and rot under the sun/

My saliva contains acetate, so i hack phlegm into your eyes/
You'll get apolexy, it annihilates your blood cells over time/

Anyone that wants to battle me, its like you want a death sentence/
And after your dead i'll ressurect you to become me apprentice/

Me and the Phantom Dark Disciple, spit prophecy like aristotle/
Were not prophets, but we speak the wisdom that makes u suicidal/

some shit..i wrote down last night...

hand shakin//
waitin, debatin//
whether I should encrypt another paintin//
images from verbal spankins//
impatience//
restless so I begin creatin//
I start, but am never finished makin//
slow and painstakin//
I don't know how long the process has taken//
progress, it finally starts to take shape in//
reveiw it quick for sum test tastin//
slip a few breaks in, on occassions//
climaxin and my heart starts racin//
rough revisions, no time for wastin//
copy it on the clean sheet thas adjacent//

Visit me, as i recline and i begin to dream/
look back 20 years, and try to undo my history/
it's a mystery to how this pain serusly puts me in misery/ (seriously)
to the point i wanna just shoot my self or pull out teeth/
like candy from a baby, sorry aint been that easy lately/
it takes 6 seconds less inorder to respond greatly/
this aint no joke, aint nobody laffin at what i spoke/
cause most times i spit the truth, and ends up with a neck-n-rope/
i hope i choke instead of instantly goin into submission/
listen to what im wishin, cause this might be my last good condition....

yo

these thugs i see is just nothin but actors
and when comes to the green and carrots we actin like rabbits
people snitchin on niggas cause they cant win a battle
so i have to come in this cypher and put my thoughts up at u
cause phony niggas only wish they can be as hard as follow up
and when they see the hollows up, they get vulnerable like bitches who swallow nut
fuck these clowns now im suspended
oh well i guess complainin about the shit was the only way he can have the battle ended
this nigga is really white powder cause he stay on my dick (inside joke)
his girl is as pale as him, but im still rapin the bitch
it dont matter but i just dislike these haters
more than heat outside and being chased by cicadas
i havin fun im out, so stay in gangsta camps
shoot ya legs u in a wheelchair now u race the ramps

remember when i was stuck on 50-cent/
had no money no father for a influence/
still went to school learn to speak real fluent/
part of the roc just been recruted/
spittin for a while nothing to it/
haters defitnely losing/
love or war which one am i chosen?

I'm not tryin to face defeat/
come face to face wit heat/
or get laid out in da middle of da street/
I'll Keep movin even if you severed my feet/
I'll walk on my ankles till they start to bleed/
I'm a man motherfuckas, I don't follow I lead/

Why do most people rap like Tupac,
Like "Youll die in about 1 or 2 shots"
Some of 'em aint ghetto, all they do is listen to their BoomBox
So they pretend they are, but in the end they'll see who's hot
Once they realize it's J-Rad, they'll turn gay and start wearing Blue Socks
And they ex-girls will call me Papa, Haha

nigga when i spit im hittin down long 2 short range targets
ya whole body a mark especialy ya head thats where the gun bullit will park-it
nigga ya words u spit aint understandable lik a 90 year old wit no teeth
tryin to speak,
and if u dear step up 2 the plate i'll leave ya brains on the corner like skid marks in a shitty's man brief