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hi j. cole... - asa jake lyrics

[beat 1: g.o.m.d.]
i’m nice like i’m amicable
help what you want, then you jackin’ my flow
get put on and jack it, d*mn sh*t is cold
said put on a jacket, d*mn sh*t is cold
and i don’t give a f*ck if you lackin’ ?fold?
better play like a ?, they better act like you know
think he knows his stuff? my snub*nose is tough
like a nose that’s stuffed, sh*t’ll go splat when it blows
what i mean, your brain data and gray matter splatter like cake batter
i ?come at ya? when i aim at all the lame b*st*rds
semi*automatic i pack automatically spray
have the gauge to your brain ? make you think faster
? a no*name rapper
tryna be closer, ain’t no way, no d*mn chance
better off tryna locate cobains blown brain*matter

[beat 2: fire squad]
ain’t happenin’, too difficult
what you b*tches have written ?
now they callin’ me lyrical ’cause i lyric cole
like gimme me the throne, i’m born cynical and ?sinner cole?
i’m the original, don’t fear the creator
i’m makin’ amends meet when i commence to meet my maker
makin’ ’em ends meet by makin’ ’em ms, don’t beef with asa
i make ? when i make amends askin’ me to make up
nah, he’s my favorite, i don’t want it wit’ him
i’m just hopin’ to get this ? in this b*tch
i’m vegan so i ain’t beefin’ for provolone
but ?
wait, did i say pro bono?
i meant to say this pro’s bonin’ your mistress
don’t make me bash on your mama
doin’ the tracks and we can scr*p if you wanna
hit ’em wit’ bats or i come ? wit’ a llama
i can put ’em in caskets if ? really gonna
keep on babblin’ about having your tongue in a sn*tch
though i must say it’s accurate
’cause when i actually confront you, a cat got your tongue
now you ? shutters
st*st*st*stutterin’, s*s*sorry, di*di*di*didn’t mean to attack you or nothin’
bu*bu*bu*but you seem ma*ma*ma*ma*mad or s*somethin’
“what’s the ma*ma*matter?”
it’s nothin’, i’m just so competitive i soak competitors in blood
just so competitors know i’m venomous
you’ve got dope penmanship
i’ve got dope penmanship
got dope and i ship it to listeners homes when i spit
wanna beef, but if you know what’s best distreat my name
like i did you a favor, don’t mention it
[beat 3: no role modelz]
and i ain’t so role model for y’all
but my models roll with it
that’s my role model for y’all
you don’t want any problems f*ckin’ wit’ the wrong one
either we gonna get along or i’ll get a long gun (baow!)
wanna make a diss*track? is that so?
tryna play games but you crossin’ a line, that’s tic*tac*toe
so wanna gats ?
to the homes of pigs and blow, no big bad wolf, wait

[bridge:]
i cl!ck*clack foes
gon’ get it ’cause i can do flibbity*hibbity
but i got lyrical ability, agility wit’ the speech ?wit’ the beat
and not within ? never wit’ a ring?, i’m wieldin’ the infantry
artillery needed to beat humility into these infants who wish to mimic ?mini me’s that’s? bringin’ out the eminem in me

[beat 4: a m a r i]
i’ve givin’ a minimum, i’m givin’ a million percent of me persistently
don’t mean it personally
offend ’em but they ?
like i’m in the nfl ?in a field, takin’ a knee?
they k!llin’ me, i’m dyin’ from pain
comin’ from aside, man, you guys are insane
pay for studio time, i use my paper to make fly sh*t like paper planes
claimin’ you a dime for a dame, you just lyin’, it’s lame
i don’t like it, don’t try it again
this isn’t sonic, just ’cause you spin a tail don’t mean you fly in this game
i’ma just spray ’em wit’ the glock, ? the competition
put ’em up in a coffin, ? muhf*cker don’t want me d*ck
? hit ’em wit’ the venom, the eminem slaughter
kid, you thought us ?, b*tch!
?enough of rippin’,? rippin’ your head off
and then i be ?hawkin’*spit? on your body
and to top it off i’ma call your mom a b*tch
i’m puttin’ the pen to the parchment
’cause i’m without a pot to p*ss in
in a squat position, l’m p*ssin’ upon my opposition
pop ya; got the glock, i gotta be k!llin’ ’em up in a minute
i blaka*blaka*blaka
anybody who is comin’ to get it, got choppers, coppers
watch, i’ll hit it (chyeah!) and quit it (chyeah!)
and then i’ma f*ck your b*tch, i’ma hit it (chyeah!) and quit it (chyeah!)
[beat 5: 9 5 . s o u t h]
and then i’m gonna switch it, and k!ll it
i’m more made writin’ sh*t than a pen is
i pop still, call the glock “bail”
’cause it won’t let you finish a sentence
a menace like em is
i meant dennis, but eminem ?
what’s the difference, there isn’t
this isn’t diss, but i pull out the stick and you ’bout to split
this sh*t is divisive
wait, you leakin’ from ya paws
i mean you gonna be bleedin’ ?that sh*t,? pause
?stop beefin’, then i pretend that beefin’ and then? you’ll be for dinner, boy
defeat finna be a ? you’ll endure
defeat when i get my foot in the door
? for a feature
“you couldn’t afford us?” ?
it’s feasible ?
for the fleece i’ma begin a fund, ’til then i’m fortunate
leave, we ain’t gonna discuss
my venmo? it isn’t free, so don’t know what you frustrated for
shouldn’t get pressed, i’m ?endeavor, respect the respect?
don’t give any, don’t wanna go in depth
just invest in vests ? you insects
gen*z to gen*x, i’m genetically impressed, ?then? squish them like insects
this kid is vindictive wit’ pens
kid ? or a connection connects, my sh*t connects
you ain’t know it?
the ? like a fake belief, you don’t hold it
the ? like the money you keep, you don’t blow it
the ?, you don’t own it
to be real, i keep still like no motion
then i’m gonna open you up, you show motion
i get behind you like i’m a proponent
and then i push your wig back, i postpone it
it’s gonna get dark, homes, right now
you ain’t pay your utility bill? that’s gonna be lights out
beef can rise like cow jump over the moon
yep, stakes is high now
your stake can die
no mistake in my style
? takin’ mine
i’m stayin’ hostile
9 5 . s o u t h?
nine times five, forty*five
grip the .45
y’all gon’ fly south
asa!

- asa jake lyrics

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