Luchini (Remix)

[Verse 1]
It's Mr. J-E- double T double
You can call me Mr. Crazy
Or Mr. Two for the ladies if you're nasty
Keep it rock solid I blast off like grenades, see
Dreds in my head and she could pull 'em like a braid, what
Keep it smoother than apple cider in the same cup
As Arrowhead and Crystal Geyser, you could blame it
On the lyricism I'm spittin', it's the same shit
You could feel it inside his rhythm
The rhythm is too addictive
It's like I'm spittin' venom inside ya
Figuratively speaking, I'm a lyrical mental massager...
I'm Jet 2, you hear the name so...
Still fly even in plain clothes...
They want an encore so I change clothes
Still runnin' the track like Usain Bolt
And locked doors try to make sure I break so I
Keep keys like the empire state of mind...
You can be sure that that's my state of mind
Where dreams are made of and mine will never die
And I mean business with the game and I'mma move inside
Concrete, better hop up in your suit and tie
They want me at a stand still but I'm movin' by
And I'm shootin' high, I'm a shooting star
I came from the bidi-bottom of the cookin' pot
My broadies got my back and we' climbin' all the way to the top
Trying to stay away from the fire, cause the hood is hot
So I'm quick to hop on the track like I'm good out the blocks
And the haters couldn't stop me, if they try to I'm sorry
I just hurdle right over 'em like Nyjah Ahmari
The audacity of maintaining pertinacity's actually
The reason I'm keeping persistence and diligence
Commitment is endless when it's just a vision of passion
See me I just move right past ya
Success is only a passenger
I drive faster, bruh; pedal to the acceleration
I move up even when standing still like an escalator
How many steps it take ya
Stuck on the elevator of making it happen
Even through all the attempts to break ya
And this is the ish that I gotta deal with on the daily
Shoved to the corner, but regardless I'm a champ; Bailey
Never say quit, I never quit no matter how they hate me
Working under the pressure of doubters, better they make me
They wanna see your downfall, hope you give it up
And just for y'all is the reason that I'mma live it up
And speak the truth in my lyrics and tell it like it is
I never give my heart to a lady unless she wife & kids
I might love, but trust me finding my heart is like a white dove
You'll probably never find that shit unless you go and
Listen to every one of my tracks
Cause my heart is in my mind, I had to get it off my chest
My heart on mp3, CD will never crack
I sell it at the price of success and you can get it for less
Like food 4...But my message is never cheap
I invest it on every beat, call it a lesson on repeat
But I call this two for one
Cause I'm on point and music's a target
And I'm pullin' every string in it like guitars kid
Hittin' every single note smoothly
Yours truly, every bar is a bargain
And niggie, I just barge in; no margin
And the flow slip smooth like I cover it in margarine
Niggie you can get it to go like you're ordering
Drown in my flow, get baptized; born again

[Outro: Talking]
But not by me though...Luchini!