J.e.a.
Born to be cocky, hand glued to my balls
Claw threw your face, with bloodstains on my paws
Then decorate your crib with your ribs on the wall
And watch you dissolve, so even the detectives can’t solve
That’s how I often ride when homicide occurs
Half the time I’m drunk off my rage, so some days a blur
And some niggas will rap until a mishap and the flow clashes
Which makes me to result and giving a closed casket
I’m no bastard, the music scene became a joy to me
I sleep and eat lyrics, and shit metaphors threw the toilet seat
How is it possible that he can even boil heat?
I’m my own bodyguard and best friend with no loyalty
Sometimes I even backstab myself
In the mirror like “Let’s change” but use same shit to help me

It’s just a cycle….yeah nigga, I see you grinning like “Oh shit, how that nigga think of that?” *LoL* It’s aiite nigga, I feel the same way!

Do you believe this is keystyle? Ha, I didn’t think so
You say you never scared, but you flinch and blink though
I got you paranoid, looking threw the peep hole
Propaganda got you stranded, now you tryna creep low
You’re such a easy target, like Jordan at the free throw
Bi-sexual, your chick getting hair on her face like a freak show
Nobody in particular, or maybe I’m just rapping about you!
If you think so, then yeah nigga I’m yapping about dude
So try to step up, get wet up, now you drown from blood
Sucking niggas off is the only way that you get down with thugs
Fucking homos on my dick, don’t worry what I do
Just worry who I screw, cause she might belong to you
Big up’s to myself, look what I have become
And you can search threw my lyrics, and tell I’m number one

Uh huh, I’m writing away son, shit is ILL! Ok yo, time for the home stretch!

Such intelligence is present, but you too dumb to know it
You just yap meaningless words, and call yourself a poet
My shit comes natural, don’t ever ask for battles
Cause then you’ll get defeated and ask me for collabos
And I don’t do songs with losers
Or do songs with thugs who bust slugs…only on computers
Enough griping, I’m wiping you niggas off
Grabbing chicks by the waist, and dicking up in they sauce
Girls love Jea cause Jea got the dopiest clothes
Nigga sniffed in my sex life, I broke his nose
Plus I don’t even like doing black on black crime... Part.1