Take the needle & drop it in it’s place, this is good old fashion Hip Hop up in ya face, if it’s not, I’ll stop & drop out of the race, but if it’s hot, you watch, it’ll pop up in ya crates, in constant rotation, I got the motivation, this is what happens when your locked down in the basement, got the innovation to mop & sweep the nation, cop a ticket when i spit it, & rock at your location, my name is Jason, that’s a nice introduction, I hold mics & i clutch ’em real tight, then I crush ’em, start fights over nothing, bar lights interrupting, to break it up, but ain’t enough po-lice to catch & cuff him, I’m writing a dozen, raps before daybreak, no longer a dollar short but a decade late, say that i ain’t great, you ingrates will get ate & deface your reputation like Penn State, my pen states I’m the nicest of the mic smiths to write this & recite this, when I’m like this my advice is, priceless & decisive, when my fists gripping ice picks, your life is in crisis, so split before your lifeless.

We can get drunk, we can get high
putcha hands up, reach for the sky,
if your sitting, stand up, from my people on the right,
to my people on the left, lets get weeded all night,
Get weeded all night, let’s get weeded all night. (2X)

Top Dog, my rhymes so hot dawg, when i spit ’em they burn my mouth like hot sauce, pop off, I swear to God I’ll hop off this bar stool jadrool & knock your block off, your a knock off, I’m as real as can be, getcha hand chopped off, you try stealing from me, see them bullshit bars ain’t appealing to me, cause i just pulled your card, it’s the dealer in me, deal in CD’s & tape cassettes, & next we got records in sleeves down the basement steps, got MP3’s & .WAV’s I guess, but seeing me on stage, they say is best, i may confess but I’d never snitch, a mic terrorist, your worst nemesis, forever spit with this aggressiveness, never slip, but you might, so get a grip, rhetoric untouchable, i spit dysfunctional, everything i write, ain’t light, but combustible, uncomfortable flows, you ain’t accustomed to, up on your toes, time to show you what Love can do.

We can get drunk, we can get high
putcha hands up, reach for the sky,
if your sitting, stand up, from my people on the right,
to my people on the left, lets get weeded all night,
Get weeded all night, let’s get weeded all night. (2X)

Bring that beat back, lower your seat back. I’m about to rap on this A-V-I-D track, hoping to keep that, crazy high feedback, in motion when I’m flowing & open like weed sacks, relapse, pick up the habit again, only write when it’s wrong, & rap to offend, guess I’m at it again as bad as it’s been, it’s Heltah Skeltah – let the madness begin, grabbing a pen, it’s mightier than a sword, cause everything I write’s well liked & been adored, Take my advice, think twice & press record, cause when I’m on the mic, all night, I get applause, fight for yours, putcha hand up, make a fist, 914 stand up, let’s make ’em sit, Jadakiss is top 5, I’m maybe 6, dead cause whoever’s alive is baby shit, makes me sick how they defile the past for a pile of cash & make nothing timeless to last, I’m wild & crass, wait, your style is trash, & not that great like Miley Cyrus’s ass.

We can get drunk, we can get high
putcha hands up, reach for the sky,
if your sitting, stand up, from my people on the right,
to my people on the left, lets get weeded all night,
Get weeded all night, let’s get weeded all night. (2X)

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