[Mr. J]

I pity the petty minds that steady grind
Work hard only to be left to die
Lyrical genocide, take the bar set it high
Can't recall what line they measured by
Turn olympic games to gifted lanes
In the 'win'd they can get pissed away
Forgot the rank, the claim, the shift in fame
Pick a number, send it in for the giveaway
Twas a long jump for one to land in dirt
Pander worth, scam the earth & rant at work
Never lost a step, a hop, skip, or jump
Could care less if he made the system bump
So listen up when he grips a flips his stuff
Get them pissed enough the shit just plugs
Shit outta luck, pissed about what?
Take the opportunity to stop the hatred
Or stay constipated with the constant state of...
What is
Or what isn't
No need to rush in it without the proper attire
Get that jersey hung before you watch me retire