[Lyric] ROLL CALL (Jon-Marc Andre Endsley)

PART 1

[Verse 1]
My name is Jon-Marc
Last name Endsley
You get on my good side
Then I’ll be friendly
But if you wanna step up
Then it’ll be deadly
I’ll roll this song up
And slap in a medley

Hey, I don’t wanna throw not this time
Imma put my life behind these lines
Just tell me when it’s showtime
Now imma shut up, just like pantomime

I’m just kidding, that would be dumb though
Across from my bedroom, that’s my studio
Listening to mp3, that’s audio
I don’t wanna talk to you, so say adios
I’m right here, when they call roll call
Icy projectiles, call that snowballs
Call that bars, whatever you want
But their the backbones that hold my songs

Rappers drop thеir song, that’s hype
Hope it doesn’t keep mе up at night
I’m never prepared for that fight
But I’m prepared to see the light

That midnight cry
Into the night
I know I’m right
That’s why I write
But when am I right
When am I correct
Guess we’ll have to
Wait cause I suspect

Imma fly up in the sky
Imma wait til I see his eyes
I will spend eternity
With Jesus and his enterprise

[Chorus]
Ay roll call
What’s your name man?
Ay roll call
What’s your name man?
Ay roll call
What’s your name man?
Ay roll call
What’s your name man?
PART 2

[Verse 2]
Hold up ok, y’all so violent
Why I seeing Joker smiles
Why you looking like you triumph
I ain’t even finished yet

Thought I’d only write one verse now
Record it with no rehearsal
I got rhymes and some internal
Type them down digital journal

Don’t want smoke so I dodged the bullet
You looking crooked like Harvey Bullock
Demons tell me that I’m strange
My mind’s abstract, Jackson Pollock

They want me but I don’t pull
Chop that board like it was wooden
Flimsy boards and pretty chords
The beat be bouncing like a cushion

Fighting with personal demons
Why they got me in my feelings
Wake me up, I must be dreaming
Hunger games, oh yeah teaming
Up with the one they call Jesus
He’s a healer, gives me treatment
You aren’t even half as decent
While you sit back and you scheming

Hold up, I don’t wanna pull up
Please don’t make me laugh with your stand up
Routine, sixteen, that’s me right now
With the acne
At me, if you hate me
Rate me out of 10
That’s what I’m on, I’m like amen
That’s my prayer, that’s where I been
Times running out just like Big Ben

Too fast with the raps
I’m too cold with it
Keep up with me
Y’all can’t roll with it
If you don’t like me
Then you better get with it
Protection
That’s the Holy Spirit
Willy Wonka
With the golden ticket
Go up to heaven
Not just a visit
Don’t try to
Tell me all my limits
If I disappear
I’ll be back in a minute

Woah ok
I don’t really care about the time or the day
I only care about the rhymes and the way
That I’ve been taught ever since I wake

Up and came into this world
And everything that I’ve observed
And everything that has occurred
I’m thinking that means it’s confirmed

I’m never finished, never lost it
My sight is as clear as a window
Your sight is as clear as a mosh pit

I wanna be my own boss
Making my beats on GarageBand
Making my songs on Macintosh

Imma just end this song now
Running out of bars but I don’t know how
I gotta vault up in my brain
Maybe that makes me sound insane

Maybe that makes me sound deranged
I don’t even know my vocal range
I just sing until it sounds good
But sometimes it doesn’t even make a change

[Chorus]
Ay roll call
What’s your name man?
Ay roll call
What’s your name man?
Ay roll call
What’s your name man?
Ay roll call
What’s your name man?