this is how we do in the land of jamaica
bumbaclot killa, hater bone breaker
this is how we do in the land of jamaica
rasclaat murderer hater bone breaker
babylon come, it's the young stroke let the high grade bun, microphone gun,
that's cause i shoot, it'd that young stroke i stay stackin' that loot, microphone boot
that's cause i stomp, that's cause i'm steppin', smoke high grade ganja and tote lethal weapon
i done came down on the southside of town just to let them boys know that gas house what i'm reppin'
babylon bunn when me light up de chalwa, highest grade ganja come straight from jamaica
sendin shouts out to mi ganja farmers who be farming ganja by the acre
microphone breaka, mixtape enabler, blowin sensi vapor
it's de young stroke swanging wide body boat best believe i left a trail of paper
blaze up di fire, light up the reefer, eyes tight like pants worn by wiz khalifa
that's cause i'm high, smoke til me die, rollin up blunts that look like fajitas
pull senoritas, broke them boys off while i'm eating a pita, while doing yoga
broke them boys off on the freestyle tip riding a unicycle while wearing a toga
microphone ogre - more green than shrek - get a girls number - i don't text
pull up on thangs in the candy paint range - five screens descend watching disneys blank check
microphone wrecker, play chess not checkers, cash going up like a euclidean vector
stackin that cheddar, microphone eddie vedder, didn't cry at the death of hugh hefner
blaze up the sensi - ganja smoka - get baked like bread and get fried like okra
now i got munchies please the popcorn bruh, dont' got no love for no bloodclot informa
thats the damn snitch, microphone itch, that's cause i make the songs from scratch
if i paid a producer to make my song then how my nest egg gonna hatch
microphone match - that's cause i spit fire, spit the rhymes live all you see is bic lighters
all these track biters want a piece of the pie but i'm tired, that's why they get fired
writing these songs man i need my own squire, making these beats man i need my own composer
make album covers i need my own painter, bish i'm on slurr bish i need a decoder
hoggin the lane man i need to move over - click rollin' deep, bass kicking heavy
flippin' a coin as i'm grabbing my loins, if its heads i roll ford if its tails i roll chevy
coin landed on its edge so imma roll lamborghini
love for the game like corey and topanga but i drop knowledge like mr. fini
eating linguini, maybe spaghetti, maybe gnocci, maybe baked ziti
swang thru jamaica, microphone anchor, fulla anger got more friends than phoebe
more friends than ross as i do my thug thizzle - what's my name, it's that young strizzle
when i see chedda i reach terminal velocity like a heat seeking missile
JPEGMAFIA follows November's EP! with this aptly titled release that explores distrust, anguish, and mental health. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2021
