Jockin Jay Dee

Who’s house? It’s electrical banana Cat and mouse outside with the sledge hammers I got 3 phones and sweet home Alabama’s In Atlanta Southern twang slang bangers Gangster rap and grunge My brain soaked up like a sponge You probably seen me on the Ryker’s bus About to give my life up In the white chucks Iced up Finding out how swift my knife cuts On the court mic’d up Malice at the palace Alice in the foulest smelling apartment building you ever stepped in Hold your weapons, it’s me The very next phase Mellow yellow lemonade Rent is paid and I’m feeling alright I got methods, flipping records is tight Vinyl collection could’ve been on hoarders We came along way from the tape recorders Now we’re placing orders Legit brick and mortars Pork eating demons wanna stop the shine But I gots to go for mine I ain’t working 9 to 5 I’m working 8 to 6 and loving it Complaining gives you wrinkles Soon the stars won’t twinkle The sun’ll fall Guns’ll draw Now you’re in a pickle Selling nickels Watch the water ripple as it skips across the lake Jockin Jay Dee and jacking beat tapes I’m so dope boy fresh 2 dope boys on the Internet The Ill roots blog era Looked her up and down said too much mascara Charles Hamilton black nail polish Veteran mc’s turned novice No DJ’s just usb drives I never did that in my damn life They critique me for being too prolific I’m sorry man I’m just so terrific Morbid assholes are miserable Can’t believe I paid a ticket for this, you must be a smooth criminal Getting dissed by the alcoholics and beat nuts Moved on out cos that whole scene sucks Catch me back in your city for the redux Been down on my last 3 bucks And you never gave a hand Meanwhile I’m always doing what I can Fake friends need to pay me what they owe me It’s only right You ain’t gonna turn the venue to fright night And to that Jackass who called me a fat boy Take off the goofy chains and kill that noise You already know Suburbanite making Philly seem like a joke You’re from bucks county you moron Rapping in a shed Don’t you ever let my name even pop up in your head And if it does, then wake up and apologize Before another junkie honky dies The funky donkey never lied I see you jockin Jay Dee cos he got an Escalade and you know he stays paid Still shining in the rain I see you jockin Jay Dee cos he got a Cadillac and all his beats are phat Chain swinging in the back like that Sounding like extra percussion