Artist: Jin Tha MC Album: Oh No! (Diary of Jin) 12" Song: Oh No! (Diary of Jin) Typed by: dynamite9383@yahoo.com What, you thought that was it for Jin? You thought I was done? Oh no! You can't be serious [Verse 1] Aiyyo, I'm mad Free, you acting like I ain't the one Why they keep calling me Bruce Lee's grandson? Recognize me? The kid from 106 is back Yo, what the fuck took you so long to get this track? I been in the studio all along Finished my album twice then threw away all the songs Wasn't tryna come out with no half past shit So I had to get it straight like half past 6 No matter what I drop, I still hear complaints Some say I'm crossing over, some beefing cause I ain't Man over rap, I used to catch beef with my pops Now all he does is ask me when my album is gonna drop I'm trapped in like catch-22 Cause I want respect but wanna bling like Cash Money too I'm starting fires with the pen You think you know but you have no idea, it's the diary of Jin (Come again) (Oh no!) Make sure you know that Jin's the name Only chinese kid in the game (Oh no!) Cause when I spit, I flip the script And it will never be the same (Oh no!) You must be twisted in the brain If you thinking that I'm lame (Oh no!) I'm putting these rappers to shame And now the industry is saying... [Verse 2] Even my standards got higher, I used to settle for head Now I walk through Chinatown like a ghetto celeb It's like a bro-fessor teachng the same lesson Different broads but always the same question "Wassup with Double R? The Lox be bringing drama Tell DMX I want to be his baby mama Ain't you suppose to be in Fast & Furious 2" Yeah I am, hold up, that ass is serious boo See that's wassup, now I'm tryna dig her out Gas her up and let her think she got me figured out Soon as I skip in the room, chicks quick to assume That all I'm tryna do is stick my dick in they womb I'm on the search for the baddest in the city When I find her, I'ma trade it all like Fabolous and Diddy (Girl, I'd trade it all) But until then, I'll never trick and that's it Aight I'm lying, maybe just a little bit (Psyche) (Oh no!) First she wanna talk about him Then you wanna ask for me (Oh no!) Just cause you got some nice tities You think you getting in for free (Oh no!) Finding out your girl's a ho Am I really the one to blame (Oh no!) Sitting in the back of flicks While she giving me brains [Verse 3] I spit for B-Boy pop lockin, haters cock blocking Mad cause they album's not dropping It's the off quarter, wide out with a option You throw it out of bounds hoping that the clock stoppng The word is out, you heard about the kid through word of mouth Alot of heads in the industry, it scurred 'em out I'm every A&R's nightmare, yeah he could freestyle But can he write? Yeah, this verse right here Can't wait to see my cd in the charts Now that I think about it, getting signed is the easiest part The industry is shady, alot of bullshit is in here Hell naw, I won't pay to get my shit on the air Lose your hunger, be the one that they leave in the dish That's why I spit like contract don't even exist Believe in the hype, see I'm squeazing the mic That's why they like "Jesus Christ, he is nice" (Oh no!) I'm the new kid on the block And you thinking that I ain't hot (Oh no!) Now you hoping when I drop That my album's gonna flop (Oh no!) This kid can only freestyle He ain't really gonna last (Oh no!) Don't think cause I'm getting cash That I still won't rip yo ass No, oh no!