Welcome to JamRoc

Lyrics

[Intro] Somewhere there's some Youtuber sittin', dem shakin' Dem nervous Welcome to JamRoc Big up, big up Welcome to JamRoc Ay, welcome to JamRoc Welcome to JamRoc [Verse 1: Reuben Vincent] Look, uh, okay I been black and been spazzing since a toddler My mind is on dollars, coppers and Impalas They be talkin' beef 'til we turn 'em to enchiladas They be talkin' sweet 'til we bustin' they whole piñata We the real shottas on them batty boys Wah gwaan, to all me Rastas, speakin' Patois, boy Bustin' melons 'til we see your melancholy And our comments Ghandi But I smoke you suckas like some ganja, boy Since a, j'yeah, I been the sh-, I move in silence Dwayne heaven, 17, but movin' like a giant You know you got the keys when Swizz tell you, you the hottest He played me in the Mclaren 'cause my driver come with mileage This style is goin' off on beats like I was Silk Da Shocker You lookin' at a diamond Not the slums of the Rawandas and Wakandas Reggae trap, you need the real to come and find us You lookin' at the Future while the rest of them Desiigners Welcome to JamRoc [Verse 2: Ian Kelly] Wanna know where I came from I was under a rock Like rap throwing up diamonds before we blow up the spot Ante up, like I was in an orphanage Tatted shattered and hungry, 'til we make it I'm glorious, this euphoria, they couldn't stop me and my formula E=MC squared, Ian Kelly equals MC's fear Got control, nigga, let me steer Off the leash, please just beware With the squad lookin' at us like, this unfair How everybody number one when this is musical chairs Catch a clue next to Cher Catch the vibe when it's there Catch a fade when you see that my punchline's real We talkin' skill all charisma, town shit Better know I still got that ism, God given, God willin' Even mention Godzilla as I tear away the ceilin' Jamla is the squad, what a feelin' [Verse 3: Heather Victoria] Welcome to JamRoc Welcome to JamRoc Welcome to JamRoc When we come through we bring hammers 'Cause other niggas wanna be famous But we not worry All we wanna do is test your wrist They no need to be in a hurry Welcome to JamRoc No internet talkin', we pop up And make your favorite artist look washed up It's way too easy Simple like A, B, C, D We building bricks upon this legacy You make feel, and you make me feel You make me feel like a Jamla woman And you make me feel, you make me feel And you make me feel like a Jamla woman Rest in peace to Re Re [Verse 4: GQ] This for the time they ignored me, I ain't forgave 'em yet Died and came back, they think I faked my death, wrong rapper But it is a killin' comin', you should call pastors See this rappin' thing, we done all mastered Blind spot in script; I'm lookin' at it from all factors My brother hit the lotto; why I feel like a dog catcher E-1-4 dropped, I hit Europe not long after Partners back home was on the block with Gasol stature What you said came in first, really just all rafters Don't want you thinkin' your talent the reason they broadcast you Whites kill us, only time we steppin' like strong Kappas Now the sheep mad at me for shittin' on y'all pasture I'm David; I like to smoke and ride, so don't be Issa in my Lyft Hey rap, you really Queen, they lyin' Rafiki with a stick I need a squeegee when I spit Represent, that what I snap for I know you tweet and post pics, but nigga can you rap though? Rest in piece to Nia Wilson, Frost and Aretha VMAs was out of pocket, look how they treat my people It's all good we get you We'll call it even if when Jerry Seinfeld die You let Kat Williams do the tribute Yeah [Verse 5: Rapsody] Braided up my knots, knowin they not gone say my name These Puma fits, the only catty shits I ever entertain I got a record with Jermaine But y'all know that ain't new terrain I'm lookin' at they circle versus mine our records ain't the same God had a couple of sons, a son and a son So you won't hear me talkin' 'bout the ones I birthed Just ones I burned And I know I'm the greatest, if we tryin' to keep it current Y'all can ride the wave I look your wave and ride against the current They told me be the flow, don't follow flow, nah, nah, nah nah Y'all don't want no smoke, get drug without the la la la I got Martin Payne, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the ha, ha ha I'm talkin' peace, I'm 'bout to lose and pick up Malcolm X's vibe The rap game's denied, came to reunite the tribe Spear head I'm leaps and bound ahead I love the ones alive Don't flinch 'cause I don't feel no threats from no one on the mic Man, woman, tran, legend fam, I ain't the one to try, nigga