Artist: Jean Grae f/ Edgar Allen Floe Album: Jeanius Song: #8 Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: Edgar Allen Floe] Yeah... What up, Jean? Aiyyo, there's a lot of nonsense in the streets right now You see it right? Tell 'em what's up, yeah [Jean Grae] Possibly I could, dropping some knowledge I should But I ain't finish +College+ and I'm not a Kanye, got it? Good Intelligent rhetoric, brain packed like a tenement Aimed back at the tenants, my face crack in a venomous rage I really wanna blaze all you, burn you like a whore do Hurl you like Florida storm furniture Permanent marker Jean is tagging blacking up on your partner's penis Pardon the +Phoenix+ I mark you plus I bark the meanest Hardly elitist, I know the struggle I mostly bubble underground like a soda below some broken rubble At ground zero, I get down nigga, like them brown people +Saturday Night+ Geechi Suede and Sonny Cheeba, lift ya I'll levitate the scriptures just so I can see 'em better Each and every letter was conceived by Jean, I'm the Coretta Scott King of my day I mean, stand by my mate, my King Plan for Jamaica honeymooning, vacationing CD break it in, skippin on this track like I've been scrapin it, scrapin it, scrapin it, bring it back Sicker than rap. I'll stick you with a picket axe Pick up your soul and then control it, what's bigger than that? You don't like the way I flow? She needs more emotion? No I'll give you emotion, it's you, holding your broken nose And leave you comatose with a pound of Columbian snow At your side when the cops arrive, they'll just say you overdosed This ain't a battle, I would make your cranium rattle Skull in pain as if a hundred veins had popped a dangerous madam The Heidi Fleiss of words, like a verse, find a purse I could make you love me, if you fuck with me violence occurs New York pimp game the worst chick since the birth of the words that I first met on a Thursday, I think I'm cursed Don't blink niggaz, because I will figure A way to kill you in a second with my ring finger Think quicker, my visions multiplied like liquor drinkers I kick your sister 'til she's crippled, makin you step with her Cause I could mark you too, show you what a dart could do When your aorta's the target, nigga, pardon you