Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah I didn't say 7th or 11th ave But that would've been off the heezy, off the knack Aight 'chu on man Aight Wanna hear this? This is the original Jamalski, alongside 427 and the Wiseman As we enter now listen [Verse 1: Jamalski & Wiseman] A rude boy is a rude boy wherever he maybe [?] mentality We ride [?] reality Yes the Wiseman might as well run the country Don't enter the sesh unless you got weapons when [?] steppin' Sittin' among playas, never find me in coach sections Furious faggot slaya when rhymin' I'm known to tote weapons across my line To get an early ticket to approach heaven You destined to be permanently restin' without protection You'll even bump is [?] bad radio reception, straight savage Don't compare to the average, don't second guess me Before you be the next ingredient inside my recipe [Verse 2: Eclipse 427] Standin' high, up on the shoulders of greatness, I see the hatred Mistakes made, mind, talent, and time wasted Ace grade, 'cause it's coming from great stock But it's meaning to [?] fake cocks And since its a straight shot from the top to the bottom When I spot 'em never let 'em know that I got 'em But I plot 'em on the map so I know just who to tap When the time comes, up until now it's just dry rum [Hook: Jamalski] They can't [?], and they can't chart And they can't play lyrics like we, we a roughneck champions Wanna come test me for some lyrical [?] They can't rip, and they can't spit And they can't bring this [?] like we [?] Wiseman be the champion, 427 and Jamalski [?] The one, two, or three [Verse 3: Wiseman] Said who wanna test me, the great one like Wane Gredski Thoughts that'll develop, let your brain breastfeed Wiseman, You know we lyrically, what the west needs All the talk and spit, man it don't impress me Don't let me get started, I'm regarded as an artist, regardless Even if you think that your the hardest Whats to stop me from turnin' your body into a carcass Only a few shine the rest are left in darkness [Verse 4: Eclipse 427] They got me heated I'm constantly forced to do shit without no reason My souls freezin', and too many signs in life are tellin' me that I should start cheatin', my minds speakin' But not body seems to care so I'm bitin' flares open That help will be right there to get me back up on my feet Make some cash and then we'll see If I can walk the streets in peace and avoid the tragedies But your feelin' reckless, end a life to take a necklace Test this, my word is bond I'll leave you breathless [Hook: Jamalski] For the real rude boy They can't [?], and they can't chart And they can't play lyrics like we, we a roughneck champions Wanna come test me for some lyrical [?] They can't rip, and they can't spit And they can't bring this [?] like we [?] Wiseman be the champion, 427 and Jamalski [?] [Verse 5: Jamalski] We ready for dem, but dem not ready for we [?] We ready for dem, but dem not ready for we [?] Lyrical imitat-ah and lyrical perpetrat-ah My name is a Mr. Jamalski [?].... [Hook: Jamalski] They can't [?], and they can't chart And they can't play lyrics like we, we a roughneck champions Wanna come test me for some lyrical [?] They can't rip, and they can't spit And they can't bring this [?] like we [?] Wiseman be the champion, 427 and Jamalski [?] The one, two...