Artist: 7evenThirty Album: Heaven's Computer * Song: Where It's At Typed by: @7evenThirty @MelloMusicGroup * http://mellomusicgroup.bandcamp.com/album/heavens-computer [Verse 1] New Jack City, not a new jack rapper Been snappin' in high speed, high definition It's the Spike Lee 35mm film grit Full clip Tarantino violent visions since it's that roughneck rappin' From the roughest West Jafrican 8 heads heavy in my duffle bag carryin' Rap beat bumin', got yo back seat jumpin' Like a nigga in the trunk with his ass beat Strugglin' to get out While you struggle to figure this shit out We some tiger sharks swimmin' and we fishin' bitches out Never go unspoken when provoked, so if you prone to start it up we gotta finish this shit out Lord help 'em Ya all welcome To come visit me in my city, but not welcome to get out We spill ya pasta, when we see impostor point 'em out From the south Bringin' the heat up out the holster, 'cross yo mouth [Hook] Them Southside niggas runnin' game to ya spouse While them Northside niggas put then knuckles to yo mouth It was them Westside niggas snatched yo ass up out yo house The M. I. Crooked 'bout the crunkest out the south So where you at I told you we'll be back Still triller than yo average and body baggin' tracks You tried to run up on 'em, I told you we bustin' back So who dat Click clack It's them boys from the Jack Where it's at [Verse 2] Many more where this hurt come from I'm just the first one, the worst one The whole herd come, ya whole earth done I been throwed Flip that fire-brimstone scariness Space Gangsta spit them live rounds out the chariot Hit you hard enough to leave you with nothing to bury, it's Ultraterrestrial evidence, I'm in my element Never ever push that button or pull that lever Unless you can't help yourself, cause you off of yo effin' medicine Rep that Sip Hop For my Jacktown niggas pourin' black Crown liquor, comin' to clap you down quicker Wit that Crooked Letta slum shit Might spark a wire fire starter Firewater Boy Flyer harder crunkness Vintage Noize niggas takin' everything Drop that Welcome to the Jack, son Where you think we got that Fuck the rap scene, I like the smell of gasoline And play with matches for the hell of it I'm done Burn the evidence [Hook]