I'm the Jack of Spades, hottest card in the deck
Repping 5k, cash a 10k check
Illest crew in the area-r that's us
I'm ace, chilling with a King and Queen, straight flush
Jot bars down with a flick of my wrist
I’m Steve Nash, white dude, and I’m great with the assist
On these tracks, I’ve rocked more than Lil’ Wayne
But I don’t suck, rap great, and never profane
A dope dude rapping at you in some khaki shorts
On some region champ ish, man, storming courts
I drop 3s like I'm dropping bad habits
Cause I'm on the clock, move quick like some rabbits
I keep it real on my tracks, not a faker
You hate that I'm so damn good, like a Laker
The white Mamba, nah albino cobra
Spit sick venom, put you in a coma
That's why you sleep on me, narcoleptic
But your raps are garbage, straight septic
But I keep these rhymes clean, I'm hygienic
And I'm just talking to myself, schizophrenic
Cause I'm up here all alone, solo
I'm on my high horse, call me Polo
Making waves man, in the underground
This beat will hit you out of nowhere, Chris Brown
I’m back, but never left, you just don’t pay attention
Did I mention, bars from another dimension
From the 4th, transition, MGMT
An emcee, still yet to make a CD
And still wreck bars, like a drunken disorderly
And I get paid by iTunes, quarterly
But throw pennies, they’re like you, useless
If you’re trying to spit mad rhymes while you’re toothless
Tighten Up my rhymes, while JTom plays The Black Keys
My flow is poison for your consumption, call it antifreeze
Cause your flow's so stiff, it's robotic
So I serve you every time, Andy Roddick
Back and forth, all day, tennis
Commit arson on the beat, I'm a menace
But the beat’s now embers, call it a slow burner
Arctic rhymes for a cold track, Alex Turner
Any comparisons, they only distract
I hear "Mac Miller" one more time, you're gonna get smacked
All the wind knocked out, shot to the sternum
Hear that I rap, they think I’m Bo Burham
But I ain't jokin, white kid Token
Catch me on the track, you know I'm well-spoken
Energy rush when I get on a stage
That's why I stay on 16s, I'm the same age
Don’t have “swagger”, much prefer swelly
Start a random party like it’s peanut butter jelly
Time, I rhyme, and party boy like it’s Friday
Call Rebecca Black, tell her that is my day
To get down, I’m up till the a.m
Killing rappers, better call an E.M
T. as in Mr., I pity you fool
‘Cause I’m rapping like a teacher yeah I’ll send you back to school
Repping 5k, cash a 10k check
Illest crew in the area-r that's us
I'm ace, chilling with a King and Queen, straight flush
Jot bars down with a flick of my wrist
I’m Steve Nash, white dude, and I’m great with the assist
On these tracks, I’ve rocked more than Lil’ Wayne
But I don’t suck, rap great, and never profane
A dope dude rapping at you in some khaki shorts
On some region champ ish, man, storming courts
I drop 3s like I'm dropping bad habits
Cause I'm on the clock, move quick like some rabbits
I keep it real on my tracks, not a faker
You hate that I'm so damn good, like a Laker
The white Mamba, nah albino cobra
Spit sick venom, put you in a coma
That's why you sleep on me, narcoleptic
But your raps are garbage, straight septic
But I keep these rhymes clean, I'm hygienic
And I'm just talking to myself, schizophrenic
Cause I'm up here all alone, solo
I'm on my high horse, call me Polo
Making waves man, in the underground
This beat will hit you out of nowhere, Chris Brown
I’m back, but never left, you just don’t pay attention
Did I mention, bars from another dimension
From the 4th, transition, MGMT
An emcee, still yet to make a CD
And still wreck bars, like a drunken disorderly
And I get paid by iTunes, quarterly
But throw pennies, they’re like you, useless
If you’re trying to spit mad rhymes while you’re toothless
Tighten Up my rhymes, while JTom plays The Black Keys
My flow is poison for your consumption, call it antifreeze
Cause your flow's so stiff, it's robotic
So I serve you every time, Andy Roddick
Back and forth, all day, tennis
Commit arson on the beat, I'm a menace
But the beat’s now embers, call it a slow burner
Arctic rhymes for a cold track, Alex Turner
Any comparisons, they only distract
I hear "Mac Miller" one more time, you're gonna get smacked
All the wind knocked out, shot to the sternum
Hear that I rap, they think I’m Bo Burham
But I ain't jokin, white kid Token
Catch me on the track, you know I'm well-spoken
Energy rush when I get on a stage
That's why I stay on 16s, I'm the same age
Don’t have “swagger”, much prefer swelly
Start a random party like it’s peanut butter jelly
Time, I rhyme, and party boy like it’s Friday
Call Rebecca Black, tell her that is my day
To get down, I’m up till the a.m
Killing rappers, better call an E.M
T. as in Mr., I pity you fool
‘Cause I’m rapping like a teacher yeah I’ll send you back to school
( Saint jak )
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