J. Jonah Jameson

[Verse 1]
Pulled out my notebook the other day
I don't usually write in it cuz it's put away
But I read something I wrote from the 7th grade
And at that moment I knew I was finna be getting paid
Ignorant mindsets don't get you anywhere
But without it life isn't fair
Cause ignorance is bliss right? We gon start a fist fight
And I'm using all these street lights to move me through this life
My next one better be better
Cause I feel like a dropout in this cold weather
I mean I ain't drop outta school, I just didn't go
I just hit the studio and came up with some new old flows
Reason they old, is cause I'm an ancestor to the game
Bringing back the old name of the retired underground rappers who had no fame
No shame if y'all call me whack
But I bet you couldn't hop on this track and spit more than what I've spat
And had a meaning while you're telling a story
I won't stop doing this even when I'm 40
Be like the Run DMC without the rock approach
Don't mess with my kin folk, unless you wanna meet the end of this extendo
Lemme vent tho
Empty out my feelings
I'm sorry ma but I had to be the villain
Cause the Hero goes unnoticed
But if I did something bad they wouldn't lose focus
So I wrote this
But this is potent, take a hit from it once
You'll go insane, you ain't on that high level I be on mane
You still on that Mario trynna save Peach
I be on that Bowser flame, nigga it's not weak
Spitting Bowser flames all week
And this verse I'll keep, instead of delete
Like I do everything else
And you look up, I'll be on the shelf
N-A-S-t-y, this diesel gotta nigga fried
I'm so high, extraterrestrian
Nigga you just a ceiling fan
Lets go with these bricks and connect them so I can start my shift
I uplift, never talk down
Cause we all kings without a crown
So much flow in this river, I might drown
And if you ask me
They say I'm the Hottest nigga around

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[Verse 2]
You must feel threatened, but I'm not aiming a weapon
There is no other rappers in my section
Infection, causing disease to spread
Inception, making shit up in ya head
I got the tool with lead
Not a number 2, call me the one
Hottest nigga under the sun
It's not cuz I'm from Florida either
But I still got the heater
Preacher, tell me why does this shit happen
Arguments end up with guns clapping
I spit like my lips stay chappin
Your flow a has been
Bruh my flow like a never ending battery
Dead bodies in thee hood, the whites call it casualties
Actually, I'm trynna save my people naturally
But they don't listen and that's sad to see
They living in a ignorant reality, and they always saying fuck faculty
So I hop on the mic to make them crackahs mad at me