Jackolantern's Weather - 311

Well I beat a bad rap when I skip a soul trap

just trippin’and laughin’at the crap

dap is what I get the best skins that I hit

you know we rock the f---in'joint and we split

singin’an rhymin’s what I’m better for

when I describe I’m a scribe with a metaphor

I use a simile lightly 'cuz that s---'s played

the common way most rhymes are made, ya know

I rock like this I flow like that

but all those comparisons are just that

kickin’different styles I’ll be right here

today, tomorrow, next week and next year

I always say what I feel and that is a promise

nothing in life is above being honest

sauna is cool compared to being on stage

but that’s how it’s gotta go in the stone age

The fame in my game I name rapture

like a polished rock I’ll make it shine for sure

word is that I’ve traveled become unraveled

I been around the world baby gimme an apple

I’ll be your boogie man rather than son-of-sam

what I am is what I am though we don’t have too long to love a day a night

we only love those who love us right back, right

The kid is smart the kid is clever

stompin’in jack-o-lantern's weather

backpack strapped 'cuz the world is cold

headphones pumpin’don’t ya know

the kid is smart the kid is clever

stompin’in jack-o-latern's weather

rocks his hood and plays it mellow

while maple leaves change into yellow

and oh s--- damn homey at it again

tryin’to beat my high score since the age of ten

see my high score flashes on the back glass

I was malcontented Doug in gifted class

now here’s the deal we came to heal we gonna rock it in Rio

oh no it’s not a joke it’s how we feel

put to test like a Sugar Ray scientist, come on

I’m always dancin’in my Sunday best

I’m betting on my bliss and my path is lit’see

the microphone is live and I’m rockin’my body

smooth like Reggie Miller in an airborne freeze frame

funky like the kung-fu that can put you to shame

The kid is smart the kid is clever

stompin’in jack-o-lantern's weather

backpack strapped 'cuz the world is cold

headphones pumpin’don’t ya know

the kid is smart the kid is clever

stompin’in jack-o-latern's weather

rocks his hood and plays it mellow

while maple leaves change into yellow

I’m like hey (hey), wait a minute

give a check one two then I’m ready to begin it with a boom boom bap coming outta your trunkies

give a fat shout out to the Phunk Junkeez

stricken like a cancer taken chances

but I love to see the girl windin’like the belly dancer

standin’up front with a tight stomach showin

me on stage singin, flowin

we just kickin’it live we just kickin’it live

'cuz if you can’t kick it live you gonna die

'fraid so punk, so quit talkin’junk

you need a live show like a ball player needs a dunk