Jazzy

[Verse 1: CJay]
I'm bout to get cuffed and end up in jail, you fucking with death itself
Kill all informants so no one is left to tell
Wish me good luck or fail, but did your records sell?
You sold your soul and now you're stuck in the depths of hell
Your thoughts are unhealthy standing beside the elk tree
Holding an axe, knowing I'll ask, "Kill yourself please"
You do not deserve to live 'cause your lack of worthiness
What are your life's purposes?
Um, niggas talking down when I walk around town
Til' I spark the pound, leave you lost and found clown
Now I'm just talking, I'm just talking blah blah
I'm already ahead of you, bitch you would never be lyrical
Hit em' with every syllable bars that I come through with
Lines of punch you get when kicking it on some Kung Fu shit
You're a rapper? No you're lunch food bitch
You're the type to spit raps and mix facts with a bunch of untrue shit
How the fuck am I supposed to believe you?
You better be careful when I blow you know they say explosives are lethal
Niggas'll quit but me I rap til' my times out
I'm Hip Hop's foster father putting rappers in time out
You do or you die, I'm the winner so you gon' lose if you try
Who is this guy better known as the truth in disguise
Move to the side so I could step in the booth and surprise
I thought I told you there ain't nobody who's smoother than I
I keep it smooth

[Hook 1: CJay]
Jazzy that's that jazzy shit (smooth) (smooth)
Jazzy that's that jazzy shit (smooth) (smooth)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2: CJay]
That's that jazzy shit nigga...
You never heard a rapper this honest before
Honorable, honor the code, rappers getting out of control
I'm Mike Jack criminal smooth calling pussy niggas a douche
Yeah the same shit that women'll use
And motherfuck your political views
I noticed that niggas, they love to talk shit the minute they lose
Why you think I don't pay em' no mind?
With they ABC raps, I think it's funny 'cause they in they prime
Wasting they time, I take this shit one day at a time
I take this serious nigga I don't play with my rhymes
Why you think I'm better than the rest of them? I'm a veteran
Also I'm the king of this shit and my reign'll never end
I'm down to bomb you rap peasants I'm looking down upon
The south is on but new boom bap is the truest sound I'm on
How to rob; I'm the new 50 call me the Broward don
Who would deny? Ain't nobody smoother than I
I keep it smooth

[Hook 2: CJay]
Jazzy that's that jazzy shit (smooth) (smooth)
Jazzy that's that jazzy shit (smooth) (smooth)
(Repeat)