lirik lagu jarv - rap 101
[intro]
yo
aw sh~t, welcome class, welcome
what’s up?
yo
[verse 1]
hey, dude, get off my cloud
b~tch say my name, i came to throw down
better get that sh~t right, get it right now
if you lame then you can’t replicate my style
it’s a new era, it’s a brand new day
and they don’t wanna listen to a thing you say
i came to cause terror and tear up the place
cracked the cigar; put some gas in the tank
rattling your bones when you hear my tone switch
i’m grabbing on your throat, hold it in my closed fist
your broke ass crying, always on some ho sh~t
i see you wining on my throne, but i’m in my zone b~tch
if fools want to swеat it, then cool, rev your enginеs
i’m laughing, then immediately teaching them a lesson
i’m no professor, but yes i’m professing
i bring them to school then issue detentions
i put in offense in when you can’t get across
big jarv coming from the land of the lost
yeah i’m a boss, disagree while you tripping
i get it high for fifth degree skin dripping
i’m a dragon, you late stage dragging ass
i set flame to the stage, create bubbling ash
your date, call her a cab, and came back to the pad
she sang a note, shattering pane of stained glass
i break her in half, when i’m doing this thing
skinny ass dude with a movement that’s clean
who can that be knock, knocking on the door?
it’s me, and with emcees i be mopping the floor
breaking news! it’s the new godzilla
i lightning~breathing titan and a heineken swella
making a pimp cane from a white house pillar
in a fur coat out of a million chinchillas
spilling in and out of dive bars in new york
an young og finally achieving his true form
been an old ass since the age of ten
get the f~ck off my lawn, i ain’t trying to make friends
i don’t like trends
i don’t like much
whack rappers use high fashion as a crutch
i survive in trenches, alive in the mud
my grind’s independent and yet i’m on the crux
bust in with force of world war iii
each verse like an atom bomb bursting on the beat
i roam earth alone until the end of my days
and the planet can finally move on to the next phase
explain why the next best must get slain
while i get brain from just a text exchange?
remember your express place
see your thick flesh stretched on my bed spread flayed
checkmate
who would have guessed ex made?
she exclaimed yes and next begging my name
i reckon to make sense expressing regular thanks
so i left the sk~nk limping like catching the leg sprain
i got my machete, cutting through the red tape
play the cassette and get the tape deck replaced
the apex of style and grace is where i stay
f~ck biting your whack rhymes, i’m hijacking the plane
flying through the bermuda triangle trying to run all through the dimensions
all the [?] and it isn’t that of with of the witness the different on light through the prism of the twilight i recommission
that’s illuminati confirmed; truly not a concern
solar flare, polar caps, tsunami, the sun burns
your liberal and conservative affiliations ain’t going to make a difference out when you keep your food and water conserved
drink it up; quit thinking, you think enough
go to your room, start gooning, and stink it up
fart in your pillow and smell it
i got the heart of a part~time felon
(are you gelling?)
no, i’m joking
so tell your mom to make a pitstop
i’m p~ssed off, feeling like clark w. griswold (holy sh~t)
f~ck a boss, i got w wiz y’all
take a video of your b’dussy for your tiktok
you dumb f~cks, i’m your block swinging nunchucks
every time i roll the blunt, i was like, “this blunt sucks,”
i couldn’t roll them well, but i still tried smiling in the face of adversity made me feel pride
here i am again; i got these amateurs pinned
i can’t keep hugging my nuts and i’mma fill you up a ramekin
i play the mandolin, p~ssies like a mandoline
i just made that sh~t up, i’m feeling like the man again
it’s tough man, it’s in my thought climbing tandem
with the pressure of events into the dark side like anakin
ain’t got your hands up? you must be a mannequin
i might go to china and try rhyming in mandarin
in the cantonese, i get them jumping like a trampoline
switch it up and still crush like brady with a tampa team
lay lady lay in the front trunk of the lamborghini
the man is dirty, but his hands are clean
as wild as it seems i’m chilling ’til i drive 95 into the side of a building
when i die i’ll be haunting all the nice women
i hit it and i go ghost; i’m poltergeist pimping
dope am i spitting to the vinyl place spinning on the tech 12 with the twelve records
set sail; i spread sheets like excel
tell allison, “back down,”
my cassette passed the test; excels
take cover and duck from the thunderbuss busts under the wonder bus
wonder bus sunny [?] [?]
the troublesome underway scrawny motherf~ck feeling like big pun if he just had a tummy tuck
class let me sum it up, this is rap 101
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