The Artisans

歌詞

Chorus: You got a question mark? I'm the nigga here X 3 You got a question mark? I'm the nigga here period... Chorus X 2 Verse 1: I'm the nigga here... Who wanna battle? I got word chemistry, when I'm dead you'll remember me Juice, I'll serve any nigga breathing in the industry If you wanna test J, I'll show you the best way If you want some drama, I'ma send it to you next day Rappers want a piece of me, y'all niggas better stay away [why] I'll take your rap style and put it back on lay-a-way I'll cook the second batch then I cook the first batch And I be knocking rappers down like a purse snatch I take your bitch away and then I let the cock slide Open up your skin and let it bubble like peroxide Don't even look at me cuz, don't even stare at Juice That's like jumping out your plane without a parachute Niggas give me 'nuff love, bitches on the jock why? Maybe 'cause I ripped them in a circle counter-clockwise You just a kiss ass... boy you better play track My style just stay bad, I'm 30 years of Maytag Kick a legit line of raps made of strychnine Freaky as a 6-9 and now it's hold my - yo [dick] - time Throw in the towel, y'all better let the bout cease I'm swinging with the left hook and knocking out your mouthpiece You like Superman trying to jump back in the saddle I got one question, "What rapper wanna battle?" Vocal tone clarity, mad popularity I break both your legs and have you screaming, "Juice carry me" Dialogue: Yeah nigga, I don't care if you got a record deal nigga We can battle for your contract nigga What you wanna do? Chorus X 2 Yo, face it, rappers is so whack I can taste it They might as well take their freestyles and freebase it Or get a 40 ounce if you think you wanna chase it Put it on the board, like a teacher I'll erase it Juice, I've been dope since I made my first appearance, black Then even have your whole style on the clearance rack But this flow is updated, rather innovative Y'all rap like ya artificially inseminated [whoo] But I'ma slay, and I sway any majority Juice is more fun than panty raids at a sorority Y'all try to mess with me, but I get ready quick [horn] I got more parts than any Freddy flick So, bring on your crew cause I'ma take on three men Plus, I've been swimming in women since I was semen I'm not your Candyman, but I slam it one time And like Sammy Davis, baby, I can make the sun shine So every brotha think they wanna battle, shut the hell up Y'all could work in the dark room and still not develop And if I ever hear you try to talk about me to your friends I'll be all up in your grill like a contact lens Who wanna battle? Chorus