Playing with Fire

With so much ganja in the SFC it's kind of hard not to keep shit H-Y-PHY
Since I was buying 40 ounces with a fake ID
I've always known the bay was too bomb not to stay blown

We used to drink after school and drive drunk in the diamond lane
Freestylin' the whole time so many raps packed inside my brain
I had to ask myself, "What the fuck yo? Am I insane?"
But I was just a rap cat, blood covered lions mane

Eating competition, living walking contradiction
Mild mannered raw rapper bridging gaps with compositions
Always listened to the legends, stayed beheading opposition
Block the path, feel the wrath of a man that's on his mission

To beat the rest and be the best, pay my dues and re-invest
Relieve my stress slaying crews, pushing tracks and raising views
All the while was staying true to what I felt were ancient rules
Maintaining my patience knowing one day they'd see J was New

Never seen before, leaving crowds screaming more
Kicking styles like Diadoras on a hip hop diaspora
Fiendin' for the funk, Senoritas calling me mi amor a-
California kid that swore I'd never be a punk

And that's just the way shit had to be
To me not being on was straight blasphemy
So i had to weild the mic and cause catastrophy's
To this world that was filling up with wack MCs

Got the zig zags locked tight, nose filled with frost bite
Crossfit flows hitting mics in the spotlight
Headed for new heights, nights sauced in the city
While I'm running from reality I'm smoking on a ciggie

Sipping Super Bock in Portugal, smoking blunts in Brazil
Intoxicated world traveller babbling off a pill
Got the cryogenic style that's always keeping me chill
Living life to its fullest while smoking some potent kill

And this drive might result in an accident
That leap of faith might be my last decent
I'ma push it to the max I'll relax when I retire
Playing with fire dipped in wax, laying tracks to take me higher