J-Hon (Verses vs Beats)

[Intro: Blowout]
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Yes! Here we go. Tape 4. Yo

[Verse 1: J-Hon]
It’s ill what
Vodka could do once we chase it with a lot of booze
And then sniff a bottle of glue. I get air, flew, throw kids
Off the top of roof. Then they say, “J-Hon, now you got
The Juice just like Q.” You encountered the new
Style out the blue. Album vicious, sound like it took
A min., hour to do. I’ll devour you crews
That shit for an hour or two. Ayyo, how could I lose?
About to blow a fuse if you’re bugging out with your crew
Rolling deep, brought beef. Your peeps are more coward than you
I’ll put a crossbow right in your mouth and then shoot
So you can’t say shit. I’ll blame this on ignoramus
Rappers with plain scripts. They need to change it
My blades are dangerous. I’ll start painting faces
Lack of blue a good excuse when I’m attacking you
With a stack of news like the New York Post and
No man can stick with the program, spit mystic
Slow jams that hit your whole band. Understand
The vocab and focus. I’ll grab mic lines and choke kids
Songwriters and poets know mine is the dopest
So take notice. There’s no antidote that goes with
Or gets the closest to these liquid doses
You’re a seed in this moment. I’m leaving you open
Like weed when you’re choking, yo. No one can fuck
When our stuff scar with twenty-something bars