Janet’s Son

[Intro: Jimmy Nice]
Uh

[Verse 1: Jimmy Nice]
I jotted in my journal the words of a martyr
For any fatherless son to take it and journey farther
But please don’t offer help that you ain’t never heard me ask for, I’m the
Amadeus of the permanent marker, I be
Workin’ too hard for new rhymers to get, you’ll find me with
Couple unimpressed dons, my wifey under left arm
A tatted chest to rest on, sex up in the restroom
Probably the reason we ain’t make it to thе restaurant
Seinfeld, scrеam masks, the TV is to blame
Push Pops, Pamela, Pinky and the Brain
A shark tooth chain mixed with the sound of marbles clickin’ in the lanes
Disposable cameras up on the train, this the '90s
Why step outside when you got chatrooms?
Searchin’ for the love of your life, pray that it happens soon
Wire me another two-fifty, I’ll show my tattoos
Wi-Fi connection too weak, I’ll meet you back at noon
Digital natives, physical failures
Reminders of the fuckin’ music industry we slave in
Where dirty fits is like the hits of dopamine we’re cravin’
Blow up Instagram and watch your brittle worlds cave in

[Interlude: Antwan Horfee]
Like, I don’t care
Not about making money, it’s about
Being able to do, uh, every little thing you wanna...
You wanna do. Every little thing you wanna share with people
Every little idea, you have to make it
If you don’t make it, nobody’s gonna make it for you
That’s something nobody can take from me, too
It’s... you have to build your own days of life
Then you can be proud of yourself, of your existence
You feel useful because you builded something that is yours
Nobody can take it from you

[Verse 2: Jimmy Nice]
I jotted in my journal the words of a poet
For any motherless daughters that weren’t as stoic
I see it clear through the centre all I fear is my temper
I’m the severed ear of Van Gogh, and this is my magnum opus
I used to bend the TV antennas to get reception
Today I helped some adolescents channel their aggression
Remotely, aided by all my audio confessions
But fuck your complexion, the ending’s the same in every section
So, when you add or subtract an ‘e’ to heroin
You’re left with two completely different medicines
Thomas Edison power, send the president flowers
A MADIDEA’s to re-up on a key of powder
Crowd of twenty-thou collected to hear me rhymin’ ether
The critically acclaimed, criminally inclined leader
I’m like a gun for hire any time I feature
Hollered at Father Time and told him that Mama Nature need him right now
The bacteria on a hundred-rack bundle
The nits on Rapunzel, the kindergarten visit to the jungle
So if we do forget our place
Simple reminder that we’re floatin’ in space shall keep us humble
Janet’s son

[Interlude: Jimmy Nice]
How you like me now?
Figure out what it is you have to say
Shit
Once you find that, figure out how to say it

[Outro: Nas, Jimmy Nice]
"You a kid, you don't live what you rap about"
"You a kid, you don't live what you rap about"
Yeah
"You a kid, you don't live what you rap about"
"You a kid, you don't live what you rap about"