Jumpstreet

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Priviledge] Success is the only option, be the best, gotta vet Burn every bridge here and back to eternity One over the river cries like my spinal vertebrate Higher sense of mind in sets, minor steps Down a major third to the dominant Confidence statement has been retracted My name cumulates bandaids, seed to plow Passions in the pit of my stomach I can't touch it rare rabbit ducking musket fire Hell'll have no fury like fate, but that especially If your lazy ass grinning light down like the Cheshire C-A-T for trying to write a different story That knows what came before me, and say what mayhem be My brain be paining me, train harder than railways Of a European landscape, my old head He ain't even playing the fits He said you hyperbolic syllabic [?] missed it My nigga, I know, I said this how I figure Good rapping now when I get down on time I do deliver It's cliver or clever, your head neck they get severed With the cleaver, before they see you they gon' have believe you [Chorus: Priviledge] What's with the commotion, we all out in the open Plus you know we holding, we superchronictrapilistic Actually always toasted, last thing we need is for them To come and try and see your ass cause What the fuck we doing 'round here Do I make myself very clear, very clear [Verse 2: Billy Woods] A summer's worth the suicide of tour dates Still got cut, that's when he learned a truer phrase And flip it like change into a bum's cup Button up in the winter of our discontent I was anchoring a two-three zone defense They told him play big, go blast He responded to late, the bow's cashed And guess who soured the math Lightning on turf, the boy fast on grass Balling out, but his decision making was rash Gaining him on some sixteen-bit Sega Genesis penmanship The label rep said sorry but this rap shit's a money pit I bet, but here's a tip, they got plenty old hype It's just not that nice, no dice, close but no cigar Personal Christ or would-be any rap stars Before mics it was perfected in backyards Where I'm from we paid the price for our Leaders to ride motor cage of black cards So when his people copped the eight-ball Best believe it's coming out hard, for them Hunching over a stove never got old like MJG Business never personal b, edge your knee DBA SCFB, I'm out for presidents to represent me Kids in the hall, well I'm on SC TV Cuttin' the rug, cutting up drugs Youngins cut class to pledge blood So at my show you don't gotta show love Shit I'm surprised you even showed up, sho' nuff [Chorus: Priviledge] What's with the commotion, we all out in the open Plus you know we holding, we superchronictrapilistic Actually always toasted, last thing we need is for them To come and try and see your ass cause What the fuck we doing 'round here Do I make myself very clear, very clear