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The Ball's In Your Court (Verse's 1&2) (Midwest Record's) (Wrote By JD) 18 August 2009 7:03 AM - 0 comments

(Verse 1)
Please-dont-email-me unless your a serious-buyer,
There-wont-be-a-sale if your some delirious-liar,
Theres details-i-require in return-for-scriptures,
If you fail-my-desire then i will burn-all-bridges,
I have no choice but to turn-away-these-bitches,
Offers-were-ridiculous for my written-mixtures,
I wont be blind-sighted just coz im gettin-riches,
I was kinda-excited.. but theres to many glitches,
Thats the biggest problem.. tryna-deal-on-da-net,
Damn, you could be anyone.. tryna-steal-off-a-vet,
Until ya reveal that ya real i aint placing-no-bet,
Iv got two pistols so tonight-its-russian-roulette
Resolve all issues with a slight-concussion-at-best
Doubt it... but at least i know what im gonna-get!
Feel me? ya-get-all-my-support its not complex!!...
So da-balls-in-your-court over what happens next?

(Verse 2)
The ball's in your court so either play-or-quit,
I am what you thought....... my dossier-is-legit,
Askin questions like "did you write-da-script?"
Is dat a black joke sayin coz im white-am-shit?
Na! sike-i-skit first i copyright-then-transmit,
Bound-to-get-bit... just proves i pass-dat-test,
Comes-down-to-it... wont lose il smash-da-best,
Tho im confused over da interest from midwest,
Gonna splash-da-cash? or was dat said-in-jest?
My head-is-stressed so it had to be addressed..
My creds-a-mess from peeps hating-my-success,
They low rate-my-progress they jealous-i-guess,
Honestly there no contest this i must confess..!
Im starting to feel i should lay-my-rap-to-rest,
The lack-of-interest has left a gap-in-my-chest,
Maybe da balls in my court over what comes next,
I think i need some time with my thoughts......

So.... Goodbye & god bless....

Keystyle / Battle Verse (Wrote By JD) 30 July 2009 2:19 AM - 0 comments

A ghetto-vet? No! tho il make mcs bite-the-dust,
Ever-threat-over-my-position then fight-i-must,
I never-sweat-over-a-collision i ignite-and-bust,
All in my sight-get-rushed i just might-if-pushed..
Slaughter ya in one coz my height-ya-cant-touch,
My boa-constrictor rhymes so tight-they-crush..
Balboa-da-victor wit punchlines right-to-da-guts!
Call me noah 'coz i take'em out 2-by-2! its nuts...
Every bars-a-fist ya still wanna cook-up-ya-beef?
Ya wanna spar-wit-this? then il fuck-up-ya-teeth!
None can par-wit-this you'll be mock-of-da-week..
Coz il knock you out on ya own block-in-da-street,
Your all like "budgies" coz ya talk is so "cheeaap",
See... JD's not like most.... i dont spit-to-a-beat,
No drums-or-heat just my words writ-on-a-sheet,
Iv a pad full of rhyme, i call it stackin-the-ammo,
It comes the right time im like an attackin-animal,
So fucking tough to remove like plaque-an-enamel...

JD 2009

Number One Contender (Full Track Lyric's) (Wrote By JD) 14 July 2009 12:44 PM - 0 comments

(Hook)
Il slap and clap-up your leading crew member,
Just take my advice think twice and remember,
My raps are only nice january through november,
Because flows turn cold as i chew-up-december!
My metaphorical blows screw up all contenders,
My fist-met-there-nose they will all surrender!
This is JD the number one fucking contender!...

(Verse 1)
Aint no obstacle in rap that i couldn't demolish,
In battle im a general lines are spit-an-polished,
Quickly-abolish ya leader so called rep protector,
Mcs tryna steal this gold now im a debt collector,
Put ya money were ya mouth is if your a contender,
Iv razor sharp punchlines that'll change ya gender,
So remember im the real deal an not some pretender,
I will never surrender coz iv got to much ambition,
See..... im chasing my dream's & not the competition,
My text written submission put me in top position,
This aint even da extreme edition & i sense-ya-fear,
Rap is tense-this-year its why ya keep a pistol-near,
I run the rap division best just adhere-to-my-career,
Diamond flow precision so let this be crystal-clear,
Il keep on shining in this rap game like a chandelier,
High an untouchable droppin heat like a bombardier..

(Hook)
Il slap and clap-up your leading crew member,
Just take my advice think twice and remember,
My raps are only nice january through november,
Because flows turn cold as i chew-up-december!
My metaphorical blows screw up all contenders,
My fist-met-there-nose they will all surrender!
This is JD the number one fucking contender!...

(Verse 2)
Contenders dont come anymore whack-than-you,
Surrender coz il leave ya more black-than-blue,
Il clap-ya-crew iv only got the back-of-a-few!
Z-Ro, Rave & Mafia have spat-raw-tracks-two,
Mcs that-at-a-finger-snap will be attackin-you,
A wolf-pack an your just another snack-to-chew,
Aint no true contender that could fit-my-shoes,
Emit-my-views like alarm clocks il hit-ya-snooze,
Make ya submit-till-ya-lose like wrestling-moves,
Da flow i use a like a war vessel-on-a-cruise, wit..
Rocket-rhymes dat missile-crews couldn't defuse!
I start-to-ooze most mcs are smart-not-to-abuse,
'Coz they know il serve'em like a-la-carte-menus!
Punches knock them drunk like stella-artois-booze,
I make the best of contender emcees confused......

(Hook x2)
Il slap and clap-up your leading crew member,
Just take my advice think twice and remember,
My raps are only nice january through november,
Because flows turn cold as i chew-up-december!
My metaphorical blows screw up all contenders,
My fist-met-there-nose they will all surrender!
This is JD the number one fucking contender!...


Copyright © JD 2009-2019

How Does A Piece Of My Mind Taste...(Full Track Lyric's) (Wrote By JD) 13 July 2009 8:47 AM - 0 comments

(Hook)
I sit back an think.............. What is my fate?
Heads full of questions i cant seem to erase,
Mixed feelins of aggression i need to replace,
So the pen i embrace! let nothing go to waste,
Tell me? How does a piece of my mind taste?

(Verse 1)
I took to this game right from the get-go,
Cant say im lame coz i aint from no ghetto,
People tellin me to let go! but i aint shook,
Im a 'stingy slut' coz i aint 'given a fuck',
Heavyweight punches ya best learn to duck,
Z-Ro can cook up the hottest fucking hook,
'Coz when its all over il re-write the book!
No gauges just pages of my lyrical ranges,
Iv slaughterd complete fucking strangers,
Id make a pro retire in under two stages!
Lets see him try an live on minimum wages!
Im dangerous tho what pro is gonna risk-it?
They just cock the biscuit, kill this misfit,
They wont spit shit or admit it! iv got skill,
They 'banana split' quick when i emit a spill,
"We got a slim shady" another ones just ill..

(Hook)
I sit back an think.............. What is my fate?
Heads full of questions i cant seem to erase,
Mixed feelins of aggression i need to replace,
So the pen i embrace! let nothing go to waste,
Tell me? How does a piece of my mind taste?

(Verse 2)
Record companies are a mystery to me? tho..
Like a ninja il cause injury to the industry,
Aint no contract-clause that can hinder-me,
Il get that-applause when ya get wind-of-me,
Its a fact my impact will go down in history.
Iv spent years on some lyrical-dissing-spree,
Rhymes contain lines like physical-fists-see,
In time emcees wont risk warring-with-me...
Protections costly but the coroner-is-free!
So change ya intention on tryna corner-a-G,
Game aint a cartoon by warner-brothers-tv,
Cats do get killed!! look at 2'pac-and-B.I.G!
Icons to millions! shot dead so easily! R.I.P..
A waste somethings in life cant be replaced,
This is just a piece of how my mind tastes..

(Hook x2)
I sit back an think.............. What is my fate?
Heads full of questions i cant seem to erase,
Mixed feelins of aggression i need to replace,
So the pen i embrace! let nothing go to waste,
Tell me? How does a piece of my mind taste?


Copyright © JD 2008-2018

How It Is... (Full Track Lyric's) (Wrote By JD) 24 June 2009 9:01 AM - 0 comments

(Verse 1)
Crazy how building a career can cripple ya defence,
On the outside looking in just sitting on the fence,
The suspense, waitin for the next era to commence,
The amount of players in rap! da figure is immense!
All dropping there fire tryna make dimes and cents,
Im tense! but iv got confidence in my lyrical-sense,
So il keep goin longer an this drop is evidence! But..
How much stronger can i get off gods experiments?
Lost weight coz i sweat over this intense pressure!
My minds violent debate over every word and letter,
I write 200 lines-a-day but my mind says do-better!
Il find-a-way if my mind and i could work together!!
Combine & fight-da-weather clear all da crap-an-fog,
Kick bars tight-as-leather show dat im a rappin-god,
My self belief is odd..... yall know i dont like fiction,
Callin myself a rap-god was just a future prediction.

(Hook)
How it is & How it was, Things always change,
How it is & How it was, Nothing stays da same,
How it is & How it was, This life is so strange?
How it is & How it was, A better future is my aim.

(Verse 2)
The truth is the future is itchin to show its face,
I welcome it with hope praying i can win this race,
Thinking "will i be left behind gone without trace"
Or will it swoop me up to a better time-and-place?
Perhaps i need better rhyme-and-pace to succeed?
So many people claim to like my work but mislead!
Dishin out false-feed i wont return that evil deed,
Il just proceed wit my goals at my own speed-rate!
Im flirting with fate like were on some speed-date,
Asking "are you on my side or you just gonna hate"
Im sure many people here can relate to this fact?
While most of us are real when the rest just act,
Comes to dividin, the odds against are well stacked,
I know what yall thinking "JDs on the riot path"
So sometimes i overreact its part of this rap-biz! 
Fo real! no one is holdin me back & thats how it is...
  
(Hook x2)
How it is & How it was, Things always change,
How it is & How it was, Nothing stays da same,
How it is & How it was, This life is so strange?
How it is & How it was, A better future is my aim.

JD 2009

Give Me A Reason (Keystyle) (Wrote By JD) 23 March 2009 9:25 AM - 0 comments

Just flick that switch and give me a reason,
Im not some trick bitch so dont ya be teasin,
Iv got more sick flows than a bitch in season,
Allergic to pussy mcs coz i cant stop sneezin,
Not susceptible to colds wiv flows so freezin,
My metaphorical blows got all my foes wheezin,
Take slow breaths & realise ya outta ya league,
I bestow deaths on mcs through battle fatigue,
Or just blow out ya sweed for lines so rubbish,
Ya feelin sluggish? Ya wont ever get published,
Rhymes do no damage mine will split ya cabbage,
Im the true spitting image of a spitting savage,
Most of you emcees aint even hitting average....


JD 2009

Release Therapy (Wrote By JD) 19 March 2009 1:23 PM - 0 comments

Feel like my ship has sailed coz my scripts fail,
If A&R reps are blind then i'll spit it in braille,
Perhaps then they'll feel me and il make a sale,
Im ment to rise with dough but da breads stale,
Feeling all dried up & stuck like a beached whale,
Da rain stopped falling so im coming with da hail,
Rising storm, i lay down more tracks than a snail,
Put my stamp on ya if ya battle this british male,
Bury ya were ya stand bringing an end to ya tale,
In ya coffin il be da last nail so dont tip da scale,
Enough with all the battle's if im ever to prevail,
Be a champion in da real world not da fantasy one,
Time i alter my latitude iv had my fun now im done!
Time to break da restraint & explode wiv attitude,
Yall think i do this bullshit just for ya gratitude?
Spent 10 years writin rhymes like servin jail time,
All my fucking hard work still hasn't made a dime,
Iv more chance of a rapid climb doin nursery rhymes!

Keystyle (Wrote By JD) 12 March 2009 6:52 AM - 0 comments

Mess with this 'white' boy ya high like cocaine,
I spit flames like my grill is dowsed in propane,
Emcees slinging gat's but they aint got no aim,
Thinkin they got winning rap's but got no game,
False claims droppin rhymes under a false name,
Cant paint pictures wiv words say bye to fame,
Time to get real coz ya image is lame & cheesy
This rap shits easy but my mind thinks queasy,
I'm sick in the head but i'm ill to the feeling,
When this dog barks i got you cats-up-a-tree,
Flows like a tidal wave causing a catastrophe,
Emcees in this trade cant-hold-a-candle-to-me
Im staying above all on top like a damn canopy,
Id have ya tower's fallin callin 9/11 in a rush,
If only i had da powers to do damage like bush,
My mind moves fast ya emcees shouldnt pursue,
Brain's the definition of a porche 0-60 in 2.2 

Hater's S**t Talk (Wrote By JD) 16 February 2009 1:29 AM - 0 comments

(Verse 1 JD)
My tonsils are labeled vicious, My line's are so delicious,
Rhymes so nutritious an emcee so ambitious but malicious,
On that ill shit on a mish to kill shit with ill spit disses,
The mayhem, Il Slay'em, Leave'em swimmin with the fishes,
Haters give me this ammo, So they get played like a piano,
Il call up my homeboy Z-Ro an bang out a shit hot collabo,
Leave all you jealous emcee's feelin the cold in my shadow,
Scripture's are wisely spoken, Haters necks easily broken,
Z quick to smoke them like the blunt that he's been token,
No jokin, Ya in the wrong race, In my dust yall be coughin,
JD's offin, Il leave you laid out in your motherfuckin coffin,
I aint playing around like children at the fucking playgound,
Il hunt you all down, Fuckin clown! In my flow you'll drown,
No discrimination but you could be white yellow or brown,
Il keep stomping you out till we find some common ground,
Im sicker than wat comes up when ya cant hold ya liquor down.

(Hook)
My guns will peek-at-chu and shock you like a pokemon,
You hope to stop-a-man with no patients! il pop-ya-man,
You'll die-a-fan from countless blows to your diaphragm,
Hater's shit talk im takin them out like the garbage-man,


(Verse 2 JD)
I know haters feel me but they neglect-it not respect-it,
As soon as they see me coming there running for the exit,
There gettin so much nutrition but they still look anorexic,
Tongues flexin like there giving oral sex to an erect dick,
Double quick, Very slick, Its a haters favorite magic trick,
Sooner or later they are goin to meet this rhymin creator,
My chrome to there dome leavin heads with a lunar craters,
Im a curator with archives of rhymes, Theres non greater,
Im a real street life dictator out to kill all them traitors,
Il serve any hater like a waiter with the fo'five stainless,
Im shameless, They talkin alot shit its oozin from the anus,
Dont speak on what ya dont no! Realise whos this domain is,
How many times do i gotta explain this? Your all brainless
You best watch ya mouth like you got eyes in your throat,
Like a body filled up with led, Your shit talking wont float,

(Hook x 2)
My guns will peek-at-chu and shock you like a pokemon,
You hope to stop-a-man with no patients! il pop-ya-man,
You'll die-a-fan from countless blows to your diaphragm,
Hater's shit talk im takin them out like the garbage-man,



Copyright © JD 2009-2019

The Game Aint The Same ( ft Rocky & Rav3 ) 31 January 2009 6:56 PM - 0 comments

Hook (JD)
The game aint the same its turned out lame,
Its aint about the rhymes its all just fame,
Makin them stack's, Talkin shit about drug's,
Bring back the old school & drop these thugs,
The game aint the same were all in the frame,
That's every emcee that has stacked a claim,
Lets turn it around just look what its became,
The fire has died out let us re-light the flame,

Verse 1, (JD)
The game just aint the same like back in the day,
Back then, It use to be about the rhyme's you say,
But now, Its all about gat size an the fools you slay,
Violent message's are being pushed in are rap tone,
Can't help but bring the streets to the microphone,
When you grow up around it, Its embedded in the bone,
Heart turned to stone, Trust me there ain't no cure,
They say look in the eyes to see the soul, So obscure,
Tho mature, The violence that i have endured still lure,
They pure out my pen like there was an umbilical cord,
Blood like ink smeared onto paper, Then spat to record,
JD's hardcore? I say so much got torn muscles in my jaw,
Its like no one care's about rap anymore? You just ignore,
I paint a picture with word's, Its been taken off the wall,
Smashed on the floor, Do i stand or fall? Do i walk or crawl?
Trying to stay on the ball, Im in this game for the long haul.

Hook (JD)
The game aint the same its turned out lame,
Its aint about the rhymes its all just fame,
Makin them stack's, Talkin shit about drug's,
Bring back the old school & drop these thugs,
The game aint the same were all in the frame,
That's every emcee that has stacked a claim,
Lets turn it around just look what its became,
The fire has died out let us re-light the flame,

Verse 2, (Rocky Roccisano)
this game aint the same its intentions are clear,
the praise has changed the convention is here,
rap isn’t a game, you gotta have a feel for it,
feel it in ya blood rushin ya veins as you spittin it,
back in the day there was a message to be spoken,
now its cash money and criminal promotions,
like a movie premier open night is booked,
after the show all the youngsters are hooked,
out to the street crime nation has begun,
now rap has changed lives – other music is hung,
but this game has changed and rap iz dun,
call it acid rap smokin crack exhale the lungs,
with every emcee risin to the plate,
we all see the changes exceeding to hate,
this game has changed and is aimed at the kids,
our past their future so demolish these streets,
this game aint the same.

Hook (JD)
The game aint the same its turned out lame,
Its aint about the rhymes its all just fame,
Makin them stack's, Talkin shit about drug's,
Bring back the old school & drop these thugs,
The game aint the same were all in the frame,
That's every emcee that has stacked a claim,
Lets turn it around just look what its became,
The fire has died out let us re-light the flame,

Verse 3, (Rav3nac08)
The Game Ain't Been The Same Like Back In The Day
But Whatever The Era Ima Still Spit The Same
MC's Now Name Dropping For Fame
Ima Lyrically Defame The Game Making
Room For JD To Come Claim The Frame
From Biggie To 2Pac To Relapse & Detox
People Sky High Like Jack On The Beanstalk
People Hiding Away,Pop Up Like Jack In The Box
If You Can't Beat Them Join Em So Ima Cockback The Glocks
Its Like Unlocking Fort Knox But With This Gat
Im Into These Jaywalks
I Slam My Lyrical Toolbox,Got Y'all In Headlocks
Blocking You Off Like Roadblocks
Dropping These Bombs Like Firehawks
This Games In Deadlock...Like Baghdad
But Ima A 1 Man Army No Needs For Comrads
Thats How I Get Down
(SOUND EFFECTS OF A SCRATCH)
Get Down On This Scratchpad

Hook x2 (JD)
The game aint the same its turned out lame,
Its aint about the rhymes its all just fame,
Makin them stack's, Talkin shit about drug's,
Bring back the old school & drop these thugs,
The game aint the same were all in the frame,
That's every emcee that has stacked a claim,
Lets turn it around just look what its became,
The fire has died out let us re-light the flame,

JD, Rocky Roccisano, Rav3nac08, 2009 ©

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