Body Bag Raps

[Verse 1: J Reno]
Yo, this is hip-hop
Get your chin knocked when the kick drops
Sick thoughts and rhymes that stay tighter than slipknots
Forget props, I get guap by the fistful
Once I get all my shit, I'm locking it like a Pitbull (Come on)
When I brainstorm, hurricanes form
When it come to the mic, I keep the murder game strong
Adapt and maintain in a world of pain
All praise to the game, no room for the weak so I remain strong (What?)
Armed, steady, ready to do damages
Burn the whole shit straight down like a candlestick
Vandal with an appetite to dismantle shit
Enough with the talking, time for the hands to handle this
Skills sharpеr than swords forged by God's hands
These wolvеs ain't following law across God's land
Create my own destiny, no time for God's plan
Reno's back in this bitch and I got 'em like godsend

[Chorus: J Reno]
Forget what you heard, it's all what you see
Body bag raps on the boom bap beats
Forget what they say and what they believe
I'm back on my grind they not fucking with me
They not fucking with me
You better be ready 'cause I don't plan on stopping
And I'm back on the scene, so
You better be ready 'cause I don't plan on stopping

[Verse 2: Ironic]
They say I'm mentally unstable, I'm methodically fatal
While reducing elements labeled in the periodic table
My thoughts move at lightspeed like fiber optic cables
Atomic energy was enabled while I was still in my cradle
Challenging me is like battling Hercules
Murdered serpents in my sleep while I was still in the nursery
When I work, an MC burns to the third degree
On a gurney in emergency waiting for surgery
Fuck if you heard of me, IRO-N-I-C
Ten steps ahead instead, when I connect, I dead your air supply
Develop my sixth sense so I can open your mind
Manipulate bass lines like bending the fabric of space time
Y'all mesmerized as I rise over dark skies on the red eye
I handle bars like stunt riders popping stoppies at Bed-Stuy
Hip-hop is energy and energy never dies
It just transforms absorbing whatever the street survives

[Chorus: J Reno]
Forget what you heard, it's all what you see
Body bag raps on the boom bap beats
Forget what they say and what they believe
I'm back on my grind they not fucking with me
They not fucking with me
You better be ready 'cause I don't plan on stopping
And I'm back on the scene, so
You better be ready 'cause I don't plan on stopping

[Interlude]
I've heard you're rather famous (*Laughter*)
You'll find that things are very different here

[Verse 3: J Reno]
Yo, the beast incarnate, you seeking out the weakest targets
I kill a rapper and for weeks I feast on the carcass
Your style is a giant heap of garbage
If people telling you that you hot, they ain't being honest
It's time to wake up, peace to Onyx
You okay when you rhyme, then that's being modest
I hear the talk is that Reno we must have fallen off
I ain't paid enough dues to come back and call it off
My spot is mine, it can never be filled
I cemented a legacy that can never be killed
You get off on lame gimmicks, I will never be thrilled
When it come to these bars, you will never be skilled
Let me be real, too many people play the role
And they ain't lived a fucking second of the stories you told
Fuck the gossip, fly shit, it never get old
Working overtime, yakka always settle the score

[Chorus: J Reno]
Forget what you heard, it's all what you see
Body bag raps on the boon bap beats
Forget what they say and what they believe
I'm back on my grind they not fucking with me
They not fucking with me
You better be ready 'cause I don't plan on stopping
And I'm back on the scene, so
You better be ready 'cause I don't plan on stopping