Justus Where Are You

Lyrics

[Intro] A little under a week ago A phone call took place between the Jokerr and Justus Justus wanted to squash the beef between the two So the Jokerr wouldn't be afraid to appear and battle him Live on stage at an event, of course, Justus would coordinate Now Justus coordinates this event It would follow, he would be the primary benefactor of All monetary profits generated by the event So in essence, he wants the Jokerr to come battle And to put money in his pockets I don't think so [Verse 1] It finally happened, everyone was waiting for it You like to cook the beef stew But ain't got the muscle to taste and pour it You woke a sleepin' giant Yeah I'm straight enormous You can feel the ground shaking from me in my basement snoring There's a reason my reputation proceeds me It's cuz I'm beastly, and I smash bitches like you easily I might be cheesy, but Jokerr's like Ouija If you an emcee, and you can't touch me You can't read me I'm bout to place some power cords Negate ya crowd reports Start sniffin' out the wackest hater with the brownest drawers The chicken's always get to dissin' when the falcon soars But I see right through you motherfuckers like shower doors I out-weigh you, out-write you, out-think you I out-spit you, and when I fart, I out-stink you And guess what, I'm coming atchu you, and I'm finna catch you I didn't wanna smash you, but I guess I'm gonna have to Cuz you don't know where to draw the line You just like to press buttons Called you a chicken, said quit the bitching But you kept clucking Or put your money where your mouth is And bet something Your head is so fucking big I hear your neck buckling You're not knowing me I'm ready for anything you can throw at me From on wax to spoken word poetry On stage, off stage, guns, rocks, blaze pillars, grenades You try to slander me socially It doesn't matter Jokerr's the mad hatter With a chocolate lab bladder Pissin' on you fire hydrant ass rappers I stop shit, I ain't havin it I could reach up to stop a helicopter rotor blade just by grabbing it (Hah) I ain't loyal to friends? You just mad cuz nothing You've written has been worthy to be bitten Like foil to cringe the turmoil begins But you couldn't go toe-to-toe with me if we were Siamese twins Joined at the shins [Break] Hehehe, oh man, what a line What a line, what a line You think this is a gimmick You're not with this corny gimmick shit You're fucking 30 years old And still talkin about running up on people for sayin' shit Like you need to defend your manhood or something (Heh) Allow me to break down what's really going on Since nobody else wants to do it (Heh) Listen [Verse 2] You wack as fuck, and can't accept the Rap Career's A bit impractical You been by my homie's Myspace page? Shit is laughable It's cool you've been at it for twelve years In fact it's admirable But all you got from it's a drug habit and lack of capital You've opened up for nationals, sold tickets, and packed bars But A&Rs could show up and roll quicker than NASCAR You don't leave an impression, you don't even leave a stench You can stomp through powdered snow and not even leave prints Now you might pick up a couple weak-spirited muthafuckas Here and there From your tenured appearances suckle hustle But the real spitters ain't feeling the crap you try and publish Illest line's a mile of rubbish, with poorly designed covers You're a dime a dozen, punk, struggling rhyming puppet Stuck up in a cloud of smug, and unable to rise above it You front like you runnin' shit But inside, you cry and covet You're the poster child for modern suburban cyber thuggin' Justus, yeah I said your name, bitch Do something bout it I've been hunkered down in my bunker But I'm bustin' out it, fuckin cowards Random internet slander under the guise of honor Actin' like you got something invested in Kavy's involvement It's sad to acknowledge the Kavy beef cause it's obvious It ain't about the beef, it's my statue you got a problem with I'm the rapper who leaves other rappers agasp and appalled I'll make you question if you should even be rapping at all If I'm Eminem, you're not even the Dirty Dozen Just a thirty something, getting murdered by the nerdy youngin' You payin' attention? This is how you supposed to rhyme homie You had a chance, 09, it's Jokerr's time only So put me up against a cheetah I can sprint faster, threaten me I'll just collapse in intense laughter I don't flinch bastards You can hit me with a wrecking ball I wouldn't move a thousandth of an inch backwards I'm on to you Plotting your little convoluted chronicle Wanting the Jokerr to come play the Dope in your little carnival Please, homie, real niggas recognize real So when real spitters hear the Jokerr wreckin', they're like, "ill" It ain't jealous resentment Just mutual shrugs and acknowledgment We open the hand and pass love through the palm of it You're just bitter cause you ain't make the club, you're an Alternate And now you got bigger problems than Obama's economist I called you out back in August You didn't respond to it And now you request my presence For you to make a dollar with? Fuck that That's a bunch of bullshit and I'm callin' it "I know you won't show up You feel threatened", I ain't gonna fall for it Coming at me on some street shit, you can swallow it All the niggas I know, know all the niggas you mobbin' with The Source magazine party and club missed Following Pete Through(?) around Like a couple groupies stalking him He told me about you two running up on his ass Jockin' him like a couple fans With his fam standing there watchin' it So if you say it ain't happen, you're calling him a liar Then in that case, you got an entire empire to brawl against See you don't wanna kick off the Arizona apocalypse I never claimed to be Street But everyone on my roster is That's why I see through your little brash, glass cockiness Street Muthafuckas don't need to talk Cause they're walking it But in the case of bitches like you, it's just the opposite You got a bigger mouth than a yawnin' hippopotamus Talkin the "blah" to the Arizona beats populous From a corner cubicle of your job's corporate offices But all your talkin' yielded you an unintended consequence A landmine was planted and you just stumbled onto 'em So here's your official decree, I recommend you honor it Any rapper steppin' to Jokerr, murder and abolish them Cuz this ain't a gimmick, I ain't fuckin' around I ain't some insecure producer dressed up as a clown I ain't some punk bitch who's never felt the pain of the streets I know exactly what I'm doing when I'm painting my cheeks I'm painting the scars, painting the blood Stitches and scabs, and some bitches like you Claimin' I'm just a gimmick in plaid But 'jokers' are all the people who you dissed and mistreated You're the reason the Jokerr exists, you just couldn't see it So where you at Justus Haha, yeah So where you at Justus Hahahahahaha Let's hear it Justus, come on, come on Where you at Justus Give me your best shot!!!!!!!!!!