[Mr. J]

Take a step into the concrete jungle, offbeat hustle
where lyricism is deep, but that shit got me troubled
got me lost, between jealousy like it's honesty's body double
if I speak my mind, switch up the flow for these ho's
they would prolly be all over it anonymously....glory-holes
suppose we grow in the time we escape
and get the support over the rhymes we made
who knows though, cuz a guy like me is skeptical
shocking as Tesla, flew through pages and kept it cool
puffing medical while I express my concern
got my ideas on new print, I enjoyed pressing terms
stretching topics out and putting it down sometime yesteryear
like I need to put thought in. I just wait and let it fester here
I strike the match that would burn you guido fucks
reminiscing every November...putting free throws up
letting my display speak for itself, just to keep you people up
I need no luck...