{"id":4385,"created_at":"2017-10-09 23:17:18","updated_at":"2021-04-20 21:05:45","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2017-10-09 23:17:18","original_id":null,"artist_id":4291,"title":"01. Intro","slug":"01-intro","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":348,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"J. Barz!\r\n\r\nDon't forget the name.\r\nDon't forget to watch your back when you be rolling on the lane\r\nHeaded towards the head of the game, dumping all the pain\r\nin my back - pack, with wet pants, jogging on the rain.\r\nIt's not at all a game my niggas we ought to invest\r\nIn making meaningful music instead of claiming the best rapper alive.\r\nI feel like I'm ahead of my time\r\nMaybe I'm gifted with some extra brain cells on my mind.\r\n\r\nI'm better that the man I was like seven seconds ago\r\nThat's why the top of the ladder is seven stories below\r\nWho better these Bars? The general God, animal vile\r\nthat can eat you dead or alive. Better do not take me for!\r\nThese other rappers who get on the record and spit shit\r\nThinking that rapping is simple as having a thick bitch\r\nsit on your lap at the back of the class\r\nHaving a practical sessions, hands to the back of her ass!!\r\nI also done did it admittedly but then again,\r\na time came then I had to grow up fast\r\nRefused to accept that it's OK - to show up last\r\n\"Long as you know where you're going just\r\nlet'em flow right past you\"? Uh-uh!!\r\nI'm switching positions I hope I don't pass the turn!\r\nSo if I crash and burn fast to ashes!\r\nOr even if my raps get, wrapped in plastic\r\nDragged to the back of the corner and packed in stacks and burned!\r\n\r\nThen Imma have to come back with a better return!\r\nCoz giving up is not an option, and if that's your concern!\r\nMama don't worry yourself too much\r\nperhaps the original plan has always been to keep the best for last!\r\nFully loaded and automated I'm ready to blast\r\nPush a button and duck, run for your life if you're asking me\r\n\"Recognize a nigga getting cheques\" ! \r\nthat's some Bada$$ nigga don't think a nigga done bit that shit\r\nYou never heard me I'm gone, never repeat that shit\r\nI spit this shit, defeating the system\r\nInconspicuous wisdom: I'm - feeding the streets\r\nIt's a gift: take it and try it on - see that it fits\r\nThis shit is legit, like real spit - written in ink\r\nAcquitted and equipped, with sick - intellect into \r\nits infinity pieces and beats in instrumental!\r\nGemini flex, signing cheques in pencil!\r\n\r\nThat's the next best step on the ladder\r\nGas pedal is pressed, bladder \u2018bout to burst\r\nand splatter all over his coat, choke him to death\r\nAs I drove over his bold shoulders and broke all his bones\r\nno body noticed: I'm cold!\r\nSnow in the summer with niggas out in the open exposed!\r\nHoping the sun is gonna come up any moment\r\nthey don't know how to cope with the seasons!\r\nIt's the reason they be choking on the mic while I'm breathing!\r\n\r\nSo easily floating on top of the ocean, toppling boats\r\nOver this old poverty yoke that a broke and black nigga should carry \r\nevery time that he opens his heart and his mind to the world.\r\nIt's so scary and cold, it's heavy the load that you can't even carry the load \r\nof the world and your shoulders are weary: Mind letting it go?\r\nHolding onto these spoken words!\r\nStories that have never been told before!\r\nNever has there ever been a rapper this bold before!\r\n\r\nExploring all four corners and crossing boarders\r\nRestoring order searching for all of my lost daughters and sons\r\nI call upon you to come forward and join forces together the front line\r\ncan never be broken open!\r\nHopefully these unspoken words \r\nshould have already awoken the whole world\r\nbefore I get to the end of this verse!\r\nDamn it! It hurts me! Worse if you know there's nothing you can offer to help.\r\n\r\nBecause I need a lot of help myself.\r\nIt's hard to do it on my own, I got to face the facts:\r\nmy plan's ruined but I'm never walking out of myself. You gotta be lying.\r\nMy mission is simple: Run until you run out of time nigga!!\r\nBecause I'm never gonna run out of rhymes\r\nWired with wireless connection with the ladder you climb so better,\r\nUnderstand that J. Barz is alive\r\nA rebel in disguise\r\nFighting with the devil inside me.","download_count":298,"play_count":20,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":2,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-20","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":null,"status_reason":null,"status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}
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J. Barz!
Don't forget the name.
Don't forget to watch your back when you be rolling on the lane
Headed towards the head of the game, dumping all the pain
in my back - pack, with wet pants, jogging on the rain.
It's not at all a game my niggas we ought to invest
In making meaningful music instead of claiming the best rapper alive.
I feel like I'm ahead of my time
Maybe I'm gifted with some extra brain cells on my mind.
I'm better that the man I was like seven seconds ago
That's why the top of the ladder is seven stories below
Who better these Bars? The general God, animal vile
that can eat you dead or alive. Better do not take me for!
These other rappers who get on the record and spit shit
Thinking that rapping is simple as having a thick bitch
sit on your lap at the back of the class
Having a practical sessions, hands to the back of her ass!!
I also done did it admittedly but then again,
a time came then I had to grow up fast
Refused to accept that it's OK - to show up last
"Long as you know where you're going just
let'em flow right past you"? Uh-uh!!
I'm switching positions I hope I don't pass the turn!
So if I crash and burn fast to ashes!
Or even if my raps get, wrapped in plastic
Dragged to the back of the corner and packed in stacks and burned!
Then Imma have to come back with a better return!
Coz giving up is not an option, and if that's your concern!
Mama don't worry yourself too much
perhaps the original plan has always been to keep the best for last!
Fully loaded and automated I'm ready to blast
Push a button and duck, run for your life if you're asking me
"Recognize a nigga getting cheques" !
that's some Bada$$ nigga don't think a nigga done bit that shit
You never heard me I'm gone, never repeat that shit
I spit this shit, defeating the system
Inconspicuous wisdom: I'm - feeding the streets
It's a gift: take it and try it on - see that it fits
This shit is legit, like real spit - written in ink
Acquitted and equipped, with sick - intellect into
its infinity pieces and beats in instrumental!
Gemini flex, signing cheques in pencil!
That's the next best step on the ladder
Gas pedal is pressed, bladder ‘bout to burst
and splatter all over his coat, choke him to death
As I drove over his bold shoulders and broke all his bones
no body noticed: I'm cold!
Snow in the summer with niggas out in the open exposed!
Hoping the sun is gonna come up any moment
they don't know how to cope with the seasons!
It's the reason they be choking on the mic while I'm breathing!
So easily floating on top of the ocean, toppling boats
Over this old poverty yoke that a broke and black nigga should carry
every time that he opens his heart and his mind to the world.
It's so scary and cold, it's heavy the load that you can't even carry the load
of the world and your shoulders are weary: Mind letting it go?
Holding onto these spoken words!
Stories that have never been told before!
Never has there ever been a rapper this bold before!
Exploring all four corners and crossing boarders
Restoring order searching for all of my lost daughters and sons
I call upon you to come forward and join forces together the front line
can never be broken open!
Hopefully these unspoken words
should have already awoken the whole world
before I get to the end of this verse!
Damn it! It hurts me! Worse if you know there's nothing you can offer to help.
Because I need a lot of help myself.
It's hard to do it on my own, I got to face the facts:
my plan's ruined but I'm never walking out of myself. You gotta be lying.
My mission is simple: Run until you run out of time nigga!!
Because I'm never gonna run out of rhymes
Wired with wireless connection with the ladder you climb so better,
Understand that J. Barz is alive
A rebel in disguise
Fighting with the devil inside me.
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