Open the Mic

(Verse 1: Jay Love)

Yeah, unh, yo, let me spark this

I'm already wound up

Let's burn it from the ground up

Turn the ******g sound up

Allow chumps spitting on this underground cut

Come around, it's going down like the town slut

Keep your mouth shut, I'm quick to set it

Kid forget it, I get gassed and piss unleaded

Your *******t's pathetic, split before your wig's beheaded

Disconnected and ripped apart like a Chris**as present

Flip this record, we can battle on the instrumental

Battle to a quickened tempo, battle with a pen and pencil

Your girl's digits in my pocket, that's coincidental

But if they had a pimp Olympics, I would win a medal

I've been around them most of my life

I go to your show with a knife and start provoking a fight

Jump on stage just when the moment is right

And scream open the mic or the poet gets sliced

(Verse 2: Celph Titled)

Out the mouth comes fire

Who ignite the fullest

Celph Titled feed you led

Make you bit the bullet

Talk imaginary crime stories

And get dealt shots

Surprise you with the calico

And get shell shocked

And hell's hot, you don't want to get caught there

When there's warfare, we suit up

And carry fours in pairs

I'll rob a ******* too

Snatch her purse with the quickness

Not Jamaican, but I love to jerk chickens

*******s disrespect, I never keep it on wax

We load up the vans with soldiers and fully loaded macs

Cra*******ng through the windows of your crib

Blasting shots wearing navy seal suits

That look like astronauts

Don't give a ******* about rap

You talking thug *******t, drain your bodily fluids

Now you lack substance

Whether east or west, you bring beef around here

I'll launch a missile to your city until the coast is clear

(Verse 3: Louis Logic)

Ay, yo, you feeling me

Well get your mittens out my trousers

Or we'll deal a beating out like a clique of rowdy bouncers

You sit around announcers got nothing to say

Like your girl when I'm standing up and ******g her face

*******t, we take shots like they don't affect us

With more rounds and quarters

Than bankers and pay phone collectors

I sip licks with thick chicks and stay so erected

Cause my ******* fit in a slick slit like lego connectors

Hey, don't forget this, J-Love and Celph and J-Zone

Spit heat like they come from hell

When I'm pissy, I can dump as well

When I'm not, I'm just pissed off

So your two choices are lumped or swelled

Chicks tell me I'm something else, the way I eat snatch

In a pair of cushy knee pads and safety mask

And lately, that's been the reason they hate me rapping

Cause my ******* disappear in your chicks mouth

Like baby aspirin

(Verse 4: J-Zone)

Y'all say Zone is a one trick pony

I say Zone got a long *******, blow me

The way y'all hate, the more the money come

I ain't been unanimously loved since I was 21

With Muisc for Tu Madre

My first LP, all that critical acclaim

I was up in Starbucks and couldn't afford a latte

But now I talk trash and bring hell to the people

You're not a broad or a bank teller, I don't want to see you

Too cheap to go clubbing, to ugly to model

Too broke to drink Crys, but I'll front with the bottle

J-Zone give a dime to a quarter, ******* please

Rich or poor, y'all ain't worthy to wash my drawers

A-R-C on the beat, me Odd Couple and Celph

Use your bathroom and pee on the seat

And ******* a holistic ho, I'd rather have a ho

With lipstick blow on my ******* like a piccolo

(Verse 5: JJ Brown)

Now hold up, you can't have a jam

With out the engineer man

It's double J Brown in this *******, yeah, yeah

I get into your psyche, don't care if you like me

You're *******, even your le*******o flow is so dyke-e

Check the level of the treble, that's the five-g sound

The devils on a whole new level

When we roll through your town

Cause it's the O double D

C-O-U-P-L-E

With ****** on this banger courtesy of AV

It's hot *******t, don't say you is when you isn't

Like jerking off with your left hand

That *******t just feels different

And porque you want to act like you got that pimp *******t

Cinematic heads know that my posse make hits

I heard you thinking, drinking is some *******t that we say

But best believe I leave this rapper style dripping with Grand Marnier

Hip hop hooray, it's the end for your clowns

And leave your ho standing up

You sit the ******* back down, homie