#JerseyDevilCypher

[Verse]
Oh man, I'm back at it again
Turning a pen into a murder weapon
I've been looking at hip hop like it's all offset
Shooting for the top and I ain't missed yet

Yeah, I can feel it in me
I know that I'm my biggest enemy
Everyone is looking for that strength
And that begins when you know where you're weak

Uh, I'll be the first to admit
Just trying to prove I'm different from the rest
I'm used to putting myself to the test
And if you ask, heck yeah, I'm still blessed

Music is a reflection of self
Not something that's made just to be on a shelf
But I feel the deeper the cats get in the game
It's less about the art and more about the fame

Writing my verses, man that's how I vibe
It's that kinda thing that keeps me alive
Deriving from the deepest part of my mind
Express my sight with my hands around the mic

A lot of these people are selling out
Just to have the chance to say they show sold out
The music industry is so corrupted
So when did artist start to mean puppet

Uh, I just call it like I see it
Why would I say this if I didn't mean it
I know I talk bad about rappers like they the worst
But come on, Quan messed up on that biggie verse

Shout out the ones who are keeping it real
Y'all are the reason I'm still in the deal
Feel the progress with the songs that I make
The passion in the songs is something you can't fake

I get asked this about everyday
“Jay, man why you talk this way?
Why talk bad about something you “love”
Kind of gotta know when enough is enough”

Well, let me tell you about that
“What's the point in believing something if it's wack?”
Yeah that's a good point, don't want to be a hypocrite
But why believe in something if you're never gonna question it

I remember being told, as a young man
There's gonna be things that I won't understand
There's a lot of obstacles you gotta have to overcome
Gotta a lot of work before the day is done

That's why I'm always on my grind
Mastering my rhyme one word at a time
I like proving what I have
Making one’s sleeping on me insomniacs

So where's the wrath of the mad rappers at
Quit the act, as a matter of fact, take that back, I want to hear that smack, hear what they call an “attack”. Then fallback, I got my come back, rip apart the crappy diss track
Then when I decide to swing back, I'll get locked up like Kodak black

Killing it, feeling it while shepherding the flow
Quick with that pen but you already know
You’ll be dead wrong if you mistake me for a pawn
Because I'm one formidable foe to frown upon

Man I'll take that to my grave
If you you don't think I own this game
Might wanna do your research a little more
Because I don't know who you mistake me for