JEAN GRAE

JEAN GRAE - BET Cypher 2012: The True School lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]

2012, stop saying "femcee"

It's not a word, I'll hop the curb and hit you with my ten-speed

Bike spokes everywhere

Hi folks, I'm very rare

Veteran who's getting better every year

Sicker than Sloan Kettering, whole floors is lawless

Benevolent applause cause everything I'm spittin'; flawless

Praying so much my Spanish friends call me Lourdes

Quarter Loch Ness, 75% Chuck Norris

Incredible dominating performance

Every time, every line; flawless

Gabby Douglas, Dominque Dawes spit

Stickin' landings and the wit is just enormous

Your a Dick Santorum fan, I can afford to pause it

Come back on the fourth hit

Have dudes screamin' "Have you ever really loved me, Jeanie?"

Rat face, Stevie so at me, Jean Greasy

I'm bad

[Verse 2: Sarkodie]

Some of you MC's need to check up your flow at the Korle Bu hospital

Your punches are weak, your flows don't represent the streets

That's your only disease, Hip Hop refugees

Forget it, because when y'all deliver your flow

Then y'all turn out to be a laughing stock

The music business ain't by force

If you release 2 to 4 singles and you still don't break through

In the future when I am dead and gone

Y'all name a parking lot after me

I'm the rap supreme, I rap in different flavors

Lame rappers go to sleep cause y'all degrading the hip hop scene

So many MC's back in Africa making a perfect meal

But I'm the missing ingredient, call me the Irish cream

Give me a round of applause, cause I killed it

Rapperholic soldier

Obidi I tongue twist 24/7, I thought I told ya

They dig my policy, dig my legacy, dig my energy

Yes! Obidibiponbidi

What else?

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]

I'm decent but I'm despicable

Spittin' the inexplicable

Pickin' sticks out the piccolo, tickle your brain ventricles

They finally let the nerd with the swag in

I was playin' the background like an adlib

But now I'm greedy like a fat kid

Old lady don't blow my high

Cause my pants hang low and you can't see my eyes

I get faded like Smokey but I'm crazy with the motif

Eatin' rappers, I need mo' teeth, you think I'm obese

Movin' with the movement, you don't need no lease

So fly, I don't need no feet, how I run it?

Keefin' up, when I'm coolin' with my young'ns

You know I keep it 3hunna

Can't take it lower, I used to loiter, these days I need a lawyer

Call your employer, tell him Soulo on the market

I love Indo but Do-Dawg love endorsements

I was never into Porches or Polo Horses

More like Nibiru's orbit, ascension in Pyramid coffins

It's safe to say I'm thinkin' in a major way

I reckon you take your exit and make your way out

Its my time, not Morris Day's now

The more the days go by, the more I'm reminded that I'm a titan

If there was ever, whats pressure to a diamond?

I'm the Haile Selassie of rhyming

Ab-Soul

[Verse 4: Talib Kweli]

You spit dummy, I get money like Clark Howard

BET, lemme show you black star power

It's funny they want me to spit

When really they never play me though

On the real, the alternative is what you hear on the radio

Fashion designer rappers

Wanna climb back inside of their Mama's vaginas

When passionate rhymers become reminders, son

You stay sleepin' on me, you soft the Satin pajamas, son

My hood is like the jungle with lions packin' the llama's

From Vandavere's to Gowanus, I'm so notorious

Fightin' my way back to Brooklyn like we the warriors

Right in your face, ain't no life line for you to call on

You simple like a pimple, you sort of an oxymoron

I'm graceful as Jordan with the fade-away

Write a passage as painful as circumcision with a razor blade

I stay open cause I'm better with words

I'm Frank Ocean at a Chik-Fil-A, I'll never get served

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