(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,
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 ©