Jes Grew

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah Beat wrecker, chip off the old block Got the whole block trippin' off the flow, got Block leaders takin' breaks from the blow When I make them speakers bleed, block Shit, let's go They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew Call me Ishmael No Moby Dick Slanger ho's know me, sick So them chicks make me soup Super Chef got the recipe to resuscitate a recessive pool Genetically-engineered to exhibit a rapping fool I'm the smartest nigga going stupid that you ever knew Newest nigga to do it Nike shoe and the boots bit Busting the bluest Billy Derivative cool shit Pool stick, rack 'em up so I can break walls Future soothsayer, Magic 8 Ball But it's rarely black and white, I exist in the gray Like a cloud hanging over the Bay Watch for the rain! [Chorus] When you hear the man rapping, get your ass to the floor I try to keep it cool but I can't take it no more Let the haters hate and tell 'em they can come, too They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew And it's spreading 'cross the world Now what the fuck you gon' do? [Verse 2] Rise and shine, the mantra of the rapper Floss, go hard, shake babies, kiss rafters Bandana, ace, deuce, chucking up the deuces Drop the index to impress empresses with my rudeness Like "wow, he really don't give a fuck" No, baby, I don't Maybe your baby done away with inhibitions And during intermission he come back on a mission To missile the middling milieu of narrow vision So I'm hood to the marrow Crunchy to the tarot Black to the sparrow Be the wheel to the barrow The gang can hop in if it wants, I will carry it As long as we all honor that that image is some scary shit Cats say I'm too abstract for these beats I tell 'em they a little too Georgia O'Keefe And I am no Claude Monet for our day Not impressed, nor impressionist Nigga, I don't play [Chorus] When you hear the man rapping, get your ass to the floor I try to keep it cool but I can't take it no more Let the haters hate and tell 'em they can come, too They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew And it's spreading 'cross the world Now what the fuck you gon' do? [Verse 3] They say "philosophize on trees falling in the forest" Me? I'd rather bust three verses and a chorus If no one hears your songs do they still make a sound? Shit, I slap 'em in my own ride scrapin' through the town That's a profound statment Speakin' of that scrapin', when you make the bottom of the barrel The heavy rotation And tell us there's no choice, like we ain't got no voice You finally heard the music like "what a beautiful noise!" I've seen women faint in the crowd when I'm spittin' bars I ain't no Michael Jackson, they was just giggin' too hard Now that's the real power of this Jes Grew shit Cause whatever noise you was making really didn't do shit It was already intrinsic, intuitive when you witnessed it Now I'm getting into it, brewing stew in the thick of it To the Wallflower Order whitewashing sounds: You ain't gotta get dirty, but you will get down [Chorus] When you hear the man rapping, get your ass to the floor I try to keep it cool but I can't take it no more Let the haters hate and tell 'em they can come, too They say I go - Shit, yeah I do They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew They say I go, nah nigga, I Jes Grew And it's spreading 'cross the world Now what the fuck you gon' do?