I grab the mic like, “It is I, son!” Cleverly rhyme, sever the ties when the time comes And when tides roll and swell, I’ll be caught up in the current Currently I’m sure to be working instead of worthless Production is produced, seduction is induced Under the fluctuating moods of the cuts and drum grooves Just like the grooves in a record, I’m smooth with my gesture Simplify the syllable and vilify my mind’s efforts What is time? Does time exist? No? Will it stop if I put a hole in that clock with my fist? The fabric rips, the fabric tears Flattened by the kick, cut in half by the snare It’s the bass track that blows my face back I’m in the speaker moving at light speed You might need to replace that burnt fuse Words move to the music in a free sense We spend time creating rhymes with these pens, what Yo, skull crush with a subtle touch I bust ’til dusk, I guarantee I’ll tear MCs until I’m dust But never dusted, I naturally function On a higher level, **** that devilish and dumb shit Up into orbit I’ma send it Surrender to the sentence, exit through the entrance Entranced fans demand pen tricks Tear whatever the pen hits Test the kid, expect to get slammed, hammered and dented Sent it, like a full send, yanadamean? Just gimme the microphone, I’ll shred an MC with ease I’m the cool breeze rolling down your neck, giving you goosebumps The new and improved dude raising the roof up I like writing and I like making beats Combine the two and then my cypher is complete You want it free? naw, nothing’s free, **** the luxury I’m doing whatever it takes to clip And cut these ****ing puppet strings Don’t get mad at him, cat is anti-establishment Haphazard inhabitants lack half of the acumen Fracturing all you thought, even shit you thought you knew Asking, “Who the **** is Jarv?” I’m asking who the **** is you? I just wanna make beats all day, I just wanna make beats all day I just wanna write rhymes all day, I just wanna write rhymes all day I just wanna make beats all day, I just wanna make beats all day I just wanna write rhymes all day, I just wanna write like right now, so check it out If you really wanna sweat it, come and get it, kid I’ll deaden your rep and jettison whatever resembles it I’ll piss upon your silly-hoe style, so wild when I’m riled up Put it on the file, I trust that you’ll never come back Might get slapped with a vinyl Sever the wack like Iron Mike snapped spinal I’m through listening to what you’re telling me I’m dwelling deep under the surface And burning with hellish melodies The furnace’ll roar, furnish a war with the weaponry I’ve heard it before, laborator-style recipes are what I kick Spit scripts until you split, when the thunder hits Please heed warning, get up and dip, ya gotta go I love flipping a sample with some upright Uphold the utmost control of the mic The blunts light themselves when my song comes on I’m dumb tight when I write and I go on and on Non-stop I throw statements, rolling in my spaceship Getting top from your mom, GoPro taping You know that I’m making average joe lame kids So petrified, teeth-chattering, bone-shaking Loe and behold my flows control souls And ravages hoes’ holes, whole battling broke clones I’m grabbing a choke-hold and tagging a foe’s toes Imagine an old soul unraveling whole shows Just wanna make beats all day, I just wanna make beats all day I just wanna write rhymes all day, I just wanna write rhymes all day I just wanna make beats all day, I just wanna make beats all day I just wanna write rhymes all day, I just wanna write like right now, so check it out Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step up, bitch, you’ll get cold busted When I grab the microphone and bust it, what, what, what Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step up, kid, you’ll get cold busted When I grab the microphone and bust it, yo Busting lyrics on tunes I made You triеd to sing along And now you’re blue in the facе What, you didn’t know I was a superhuman? Baby, what the **** is you doin’?? Yo, c’mon quick, get your shit right Bitch, zip your lip tight I know you’re gonna trip when it’s in sight Like, “No, he wasn’t ready!” The flow like a machete Put holes up in his belly and windpipe Ahh, well never mind ya If you’re broke, I will assign ya’ Tough guys a size 9 to your vaginas Rise up, nahh never that, stand down I look ya in the eye and ask ya, “Who the man now?” Damn, wow, Jarv is a freak And he spouts more heat than a gallon of Knob Creek Or Eagle Rare, if we so dare We should take it to the basement I’ll meet you there Step your game up, don’t test the flavor Check the way the rap activate a- Pack of slack-jaws acting bad-natured J stay smashing the place up Yo, step your game up, don’t test the flavor Check the way the rap activate a- Pack of slack-jaws actin mad foolish Staying uncouth, y’all knew this, yo Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step up, kid, you’ll get cold busted When I grab the microphone and bust it, what, what, what Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step up, bitch, you’ll get cold busted When I grab the microphone and bust it, yo Busting a pattern with immaculate short chops That’ll have an MC chugging a gallon of Clorox One thing that my style has in common with your mom Is probably that it’s fatter than a warthog You’re not ready to rock the style of a- Top caliber cat cleaner than hand sanitizer I’ma get ‘em all hooked when I sign a deal And I ship rhymes like a rap Pfizer I saw rappers dropping dead Author’s orders the doctor said Toxic waste, spewing sewage, y’all are sooo stupid Leaving ‘em booting when I lace this Instrumental with molten traces Strumming a shoestring, ****ing your face in Leaving your bed frame with busted bracing Y’all are basic, flood your basement Talk to God, make love to Satan Make some magic, madness made it Call your momma, your daddy’s wasted Karma caught ya, caught ya slippin’ Catch a bad one, talk some fiction Pot to piss in? Fill the pot full Make some cash flow, kill the gospel Step your game up, don’t test the flavor Check the way the rap activate a- Pack of slack-jaws acting bad-natured J stay smashing the place up Yo, step your game up, don’t test the flavor Check the way the rap activate a- Pack of slack-jaws acting mad foolish Staying uncouth, y’all knew this, yo Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step up, kid, you’ll get cold busted When I grab the microphone and bust it, what, what, what Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted Step up, bitch, you’ll get cold busted When I grab the microphone and bust it like that