J.S.Y.K.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Introducing, Hip Hop’s Underdog Champion
Hailing from Los Angeles, California
The «West Kept Secret», Hickman L. A
Now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for
Now everybody hands up!
(Verse 1 — 5 Stanzas)
I have arrived
Taking center stage but don’t look so surprised
I made it out the city were plenty of niggas have died
Over colors, brothas backstabbing over sides
Sirens so loud, that you cannot hear the cries
Of a mother holding her son with a bullet between his eyes
I had to paint it vivid
I add substance to this game take away
The 15 seconds of fame from these lames, that’s how I make a difference
I lock them up when I’m sentence creating
Cause I got enough bars to fund mass incarceration
For murder, I’ll get arrested probably
A college freshman on the mic the way I’m catching bodies
Microphone assassin, I’m blasting like Kamikaze
And when it comes to rapping, I’m snapping like paparazzi
Fuck who ya captain, nobody withstanding my tsunami
I flow circles around y’all
The multicolored hair is the reason I clown y’all
Punchlines, all angles, rhyme scheme, south paw
You ain’t seen nothing like me, i astound all
So Special on the track with the sound off
And this is Just So You Know
I’m deep and I’m dope, this is Substance Controlled
They tell me break a leg, good luck with the show
But they’d rather see me dead than come up and get mo
Shoutout to all my fans for the love and support
Finally gave me a slot, turned the stage to a theater
Finally gave me a spot, turned that bitch into a crater
You don’t wanna cross me dawg, you know you paper
Do yourself a favor, don’t challenge me
Cause, what i put on MP3'll leave you vapored
I’m more concerned with my catalog that the baddest broad
I’m too concerned with my destiny to be mad at y’all
When you feast like a king, salts added on
LA was already great, now add Lebron
I already ran the West, now pass baton
Yeah, don’t even start with me
This is more than bars to me, varsity with the artistry
My pen as sharp as an arrow, this is archery
You not in my league, not close, even arguably
So dope, the U.S. tried to embargo me
(I don’t smoke crack, muthaphucka I sell it!)
I bleed purple and gold, this is not for the fan of Celtics
I scheme over my goals, cause Rap is a bad investment
To most people I know, man Rap is not a profession
But I won’t stand down til the day they stand corrected!
This is Just So You Know
I’m deep and I’m dope, this is Substance Controlled
They tell me break a leg, good luck with the show
But they’d rather see me dead than come up and get mo
Shoutout to all my fans for the love and support!