Blaow - Jarv

Here I am on a quest for the jam

With a plan to slam, boom, bap, bam and ban

All the stupid ass wackness, past-tense to fragments

Blastin' out the mouth, commence lyrical stabbin'

Back when I came around, you people didn’t get it, but right now I’m on a

mission

Won’t stop until I get it, gotta' give it all I got to give it, spit it over

the rhythm

I’m keepin' it goin', keepin' it rippin', tryin to make 'em listen

It’s like that, kid, don’t fight back

Everything I write’s raw and you don’t like that

Well, if you’re feelin' lucky, try to rush me, bust me

Kid, I’ll carve you like a turkey, use a mic as stuffing

Rushing, crushing, leave 'em with a smile

On my face 'cause I got the crowd hype and wild

In a jealous rage because I cave and deprave

All the played out bullshit you and your clique made

Bitch-made, yeah, that’s what you are

I’ve come too far to burn out like a star

Kid, I’m like a galaxy, don’t even try to battle me

I’m sick and wickedly twisted, rippin' 'em up naturally

I can spot a fallacy in every web you spin

Spun around, saw the grin, ready for action

Hoppin' a back fence, feelin' tense, I bent

A whole slew of motherfuckers and that shit was intense

But now I got a mob chasin' me 'round town

Looks like friends and family are tryin' to get down

But I’m down for whatever, no matter the weather, turn around

Zeus thunderbolt, dismember and sever, BLAOW

Ohh, yo!

I said Zeus thunderbolt, dismember and sever BLAOW

Yes, I said Zeus thunderbolt, dismember, sever, yeah…

It looks like another day in the life, you know

Read a little bit, make beats, write

Right, yeah, that’s how it goes

Don’t make no money, but my style is pro

And I suppose that I may, someday, who knows

I don’t know, but whatever fuck it, proceed, go

Back down, no I never will, keepin' the flow

I’ll smack down any clown I perceive as a foe

Oh no, tell me, when will it end?

Better hope you’re a friend 'cause I’m nice with the pen

Thought you could fend for yourself, but then

I spit a rap and broke you in half at the stem, yo

Master them until they crash at last

I blast past with bucket of nuggets and fast cash

Then I dash on a board, with four wheels, of course

And I’ll slam a pop-shuvit with that massive force

I take it I drop it, I got it per capita, checkin' a matter of mind static

Rabidly attackin' a beat from loose leaf

I’m takin' a minute to grip, rip it, keepin' it flippin', sick, twisted

Stop it and drop it, shit’s weak

I take it I drop it, I got it per capita, checkin' a matter of mind static

Rabidly attackin' a beat from loose leaf

I’m takin' a minute to grip, rip it, keepin' it flippin', sick, twisted

Stop it and drop it, shit’s weak, yo!

Hey, chief, how 'boutchu break out

Man, jump through that window, man you got it no doubt

It’s all about the view, right?

Do whatchu' wanna do, right?

Either that, or just livin' it in the minute, get wicked tonight

Who might write about a diabolical topic?

Anatomical bombin' of that economical vomit

I chronicle volatile commentary, momentarily comical

Illogical prodigal stompin' with philosophical

Thought -- I’ve been taught, trained in lyrical mastery

Add another bar, further the lyrical masterpiece

Everybody knows that I be lyrically blastin' these

Whack-ass crab MCs, you can’t match half of these

Rhymes, yeah, you know that it’s true

You just mad that when I rap, the people stop lookin' at you

And if you’re thinkin' of tryin' to get through my lyrical kung fu

Sorry dude, you’ll be lickin' my shoe before your track’s cued

Excuse me, I bruise these whack-ass motherfuckers like Bruce Lee

Them floosies like, «Who's he?

His style be so amusing!»

Well, I’m cruising on my Santa Cruz, rollin' through Muddy Waters playin' the

blues

And you know that I don’t wanna' break bad news

But I’m never caught losin' 'cause I got nothin' to lose

It’s like that!