Have you ever stepped into a room/immediately felt like you were headed to your doom/well I have and frankly I don't like the way it fuckin feels/eyes burnin through yo skin/hellhounds at ya chin/I ain't lookin for no exit/I'm lookin for a way to win/a way gain the upper hand/a way to beat the top man/but a times, it can feel like your stuck in quick sand/but I ain't here to tell the critics good game/I'm here to let the next level scouts know my name/most people could write a song about they life set to the tune of a fiddle/me, my life's a song set to the tune of a finger called the middle/cause all I've heard all my life is what I can't do/"you can't rap, you can't ball, nigga what can you do?"/well, Imma just write rhythm and poetries/about how I have been hated on/since the dawn/of the century(X)the dawn plus 2 years and some change/December one three, when the world first met Jay/an awkward kid until his fourteenth birthday/he got inside the booth, 808 dragons slayed/you know I tell the truth, no lies/I gave the game blood, sweat and tears, see it in my eyes/I'm just tryin to make a better way for me to ride/release the pent up aggression I keep trapped inside/what a better way for me to start this/the beats hard and the flow retarded/I'm gassed up and I need to spark it/Imma go dumb at any age regardless/of anybody's feelings cause fuck it's how I feel/my state of mind so official, nigga I need a seal/I change the game up like My name Bradley Beal/if it ain't up to my standards then to you niggas I say fuck yo deal

((Chorus) What do it do/when I come thru/you'da thought it was church/whole hood scream halleluh!/(x4)) So what do it do/when i come thru/tryin to give a young black boy/a good image to look to/Hail Mary, please forgive my sins/I blame it on the skin I'm in/this flesh, it just want the rims/but I just keep slangin these hymns/drive around my city/it's pretty/one day, Imma own my town like Biggie/right now I'm just a kiddie/don't let it fool you, I ain't rap shitty/80 miles, haulin down I-5/Chillin like a villain in a slick ride/moonroof in the whip bring a dark light/stay fresh, need a good girl by my side/hero to my city, but a villain to the game/my name bring heat, so I put Jesus round my chain/all they put up on the radio is lames/so I keep an aux((Ox)oxygen) cord ready just in case/cause spur of the moment/freestyle I own it/don't tell me when to/cause I'll do it when I want it/cause I own/when I zone/at 2 in the morn/whole house asleep/lil nigga writin poems/so what do you see in me/that makes you believe/that I can be great/cause I'm playin for keeps/as in keepin hip-hop alive/makin sure lyricism thrives/cause we don't want all of the illiterate idiots cloggin up the mics/like/(X)/I'm underground like the railroad/contracts, I tear those/quick to dodge a case and jump the suit, call me jail clothes/fuck reign nigga, it's time for me to hail/it's over the game that I tower like cell/I'm a service to the community, like I avoided jail/well, I dell/cause I compute the game so well/I delve, deeper in to the bag of tricks/playstation nigga, imma 90s kid so you don't want it on the sticks/old soul on the beat like a Sega Genesis/you Bowser and I'm Mario, comin for my princess/got the song saving, so it peaks interest/account of music real, so when I aim a rhyme at rappers you could call it a checklist/keep my hair lined up hella filthy, like a set list/no amount of money will change my lyrical mind, so check this/I'm done teachin, class dismissed/you pushin the coco, but it's SwissMiss/holes in your game like Swiss/cheesin/picture success and its lookin like me man/I'm causin chaos, consider me a heathen/won't quit the game till I quit breathin/you a quick fix like a water pill/Its tough to swallow, but I know she will/different kinds of fans, call it mass appeal/goddam, I'm so ill/pray to God that it's you I don't kill/lyrics are like atom bombs the aftermath ya can't shield/(X)

((Intro) Word to Kanye cause she's so precious with the peer pressure/couldn't afford a car so she named her daughter Alexus) ((Chorus) she named her daughter Alexus/she named her daughter Alexus/she named her daughter Alexus/now tell me that ain't insecur/(x2)) Nah, that ain't insecur/you frontin if you thinking this is somethin that you already heard/I'm the motherfucker that is oh so gifted with words/make em dance, throw they hands from the hood to the 'burbs/now, on a daily basis she curved/10 to 20 niggas tryin to get in with her/she ain't stuck up/but she won't fuck just/any random dude who bought the drinks and the rubbers/straight chillin/so she hit the concert, hit the party now she stealin/spotlights from these hoes high enough to hit the ceilin/oooh what a feelin/I was the one to dance with she/she took a red cup with some Hennessy/then to my surprise, asked for some tree/I wagged my head in dismay/then I asked her why you gettin lit, don't you got a baby, bay-bay/(X(x2))she eyein me/like I'm a tragedy/asked me why I'm biased/I said nah, that ain't the windup/why you pitchin me a story that don't lineup/with what you told when you grinded upon me/see I don't have any sympathies/for those duckin they responsibilities/you got a kid that's 2 years old, and baby they absorb it all/and you wanna give em the world cause baby they deserve it all/and I'll be truthful, that might change if I'm gone get involved/cause I don't want a life in my hands when my shit ain't secure at all/so find you a nigga that's gone ball till he falls/cause baby my backpack raps is against the wall/and this is all philosophical and imaginary heat/but it taught me if I gotta die on my knees then life ain't worth the feat/(X)that ain't insecur(x8(fade and repeat the last one))

Still trippin off the fact that I'm here today/thank god for my skills cause I got bills to pay/shouts out to R.S.K./for the track he laid/don't come against me or a nigga get played/you know that I'm the nigga with the charizard bars/beats fire come together for a blazekin song/girlies screamin hello/stuck like jello/tellin me they wanna play with these balls like Carmelo/but I gotta tell these girls that I'm sorry/moms said that she need a Ferrari/so I gotta stay quick fast on my grind/makin infectious tracks like UTIs/I'm, so mothafuckin off the chain/keep a Jesus piece up on it man/my, wind is Long like Nia/I'm gettin better by the day, skills growin like a chia/oowee, if I'm just kid then Peter Pan me/tell them niggas sit down if they can't stand me/damn b, I got these haters hooked like Sandy/Jaylen is the name, I'm Pillchuckin at Mary/I ain't mean to joke, them situations is scary/scrub my mouth out with soap cause I'm dirty like Harry/are you daring me to come at you/tell me are you feeling suicidal dude/I'm crude, like the oil America is lookin for fool/you tool, you ain't got the skills to do what I do/makin big moves/fillin big shoes/you know what it do/when I get inside the booth/like Flying Lotus/do tha mostest/yeah they tried to okie doke us/focus, on the task at hand of swatting down the drones of locust/hold up, but we realest/can you feel us/bumpin in ya speaker system/if you ain't done it, better go get my album/for those who will doubt him/you might be left here without one/I'm talk bout the magic man/I'm talking bout the magic man/damn, will he ever quit it with the master plan/hand ya ass' to you where you stand/homie, I'm showing much love to those who stood before me/but do not worry/just let them lyrics flurry/I know that you heard me/man, my stardom rising like the price of gas/exercise my demons now I got them fuckers gassed/I will outlast/any sucker who is talkin head/cause anybody talkin it ain't received it, damn right that's what I just said/so what's next/weak rappers in body bags around me where they lay/the task at hand is wheres the next to slay/got pockets of lyrics to send at yo head/look my way if you think rap is dead/so squad up, squad up/if you came to run with us/we might leave you in the dust/caint nobody fuck with us/said it's my turn, it's my shine/i don't rhyme words, I make words rhyme/spit acid onto yo wack lines/bet that my wind could move turbines/I'm a geeky kid with glasses/ain't into all that fashion/all I do is rap with passion/so that one day I'll be in that Aston/bars!

Now do yo thing for me/and throw that ass in the shape of a ring for thee/Imma make that kitty sing for me/make it hop up on the track for a featuring/girl I can tell that you in love with me/just by the way that you look at me/imma make you feel good right now/this ain't the type of shit that's on the tube right now/I'm tellin you/I'm tellin you/you gone be a star/baby stick wit me/I'll buy you anything you want/the diamonds and the rings/the chains and these things/but I warn I'm that motherfucker last name doom/prefix doctor evil genius in the room/workin on my talent and my image everyday/I got some extra time I wanna spend it with my bae/before all else, that's how I refer to you/the missin peice of my life baby that is you/you(x7)/(X) (((Chorus)put on for my fuckin city/in love wit you and this game/but it'll never take my brain/keep me runnin back to you/after I make the crowd(x2))/bounce(x8)/)

((Intro) in a time not so long ago, in a place not so far away, a young man discovered the secret to outlasting the underground. Being the generous soul he is, he found he needed to share it. Along the way he found (tag plays) and utilized his unmatched skills and abilities to create a resting place for this knowledge. The story is quite amazing and it begins like this (Hey!)) ((X) I'm primed and ready to go/is y'all ready for my flow/you ain't gonna stop me tonight/flood gates about to blow/(hydration (x4)/oooh/hydration (x4))(x2)) My flow is smooth as water/my game is rough as seas/my mind as vast as an ocean/you ain't makin rhymes like these/got em scared what to do/when i disrespect you/look how you cryin in the booth/you a grown ass man but you actin like you two/run away with the game screaming yaba-daba-doo/flintstone/get gone/lookin for me with a drone/then I hit the whip dance when I'm in the end zone/ballin like I'm Russ Willie/run it from the five, juke and make em look silly/rap Agress-ive, hit the Bernie mane/still blessed to wear Jesus on mah chain/skills progressive, gave Flo her name/I'm #impressive, call me OBJ/what more do you want from me/put my heart and my soul into ripping these beats/I'm flyer/than airliners/on their way to the Carolinas/finest diamond cut from the Emerald/better cuff yo chick I'll have her walking pigeon toed/leave my name in cursive where I slay it bro/then I ain't callin her back cause I'm an asshole/woah/I'm so/damn disrespectful, I know/I'm from the Sea/it's engraved in me/that's why I rock this green and gold/I'm heatin up like coal/buck wild and outta control/check ya safe cause the rap game I stole/yea, you know/DASH(X)now when I began/I was not dangerous as I am/now I'm bombin these fuckin tracks like the allies did Japan/damn/fam/I am/that nigga you would like to be/ain't nobody as nice as me/on the mic I see/these posers b/they got they recognition/without the proper ambitions/nobody questions they sentence/yo fans they ain't really listen/they just hear you/but there ain't a rapper that fears you/cause yo label writes yo songs and if beef started you'd get smeared dude//so why is you the nigga/that's always pointin the finger/you actin like you a killa but never could pull the trigga//you're fan-base gettin bigger/while yo skills set gettin smaller/all you talk about is money and how yo rims is gettin taller/but I don't give a fuck if you a baller/if this is mortal combat, my trick list is longer/if I'm mafia, then my hit list is getting smaller/know why/cause I'm killin these niggas that's claimin that they is the God son/ ((Outro) Nobody can contest your input if you stick to your own soul but they can contest your information so don't tell no lies, and quit it with your God complex, there is only one high and mighty. The truest of emcees will outlast this shit hop era. Those making waves now may drown. The great hip hop prophet Common said art and opinions are made to clash. The question is and remains, will your art falter or survive?)(X)

Look I was plannin my tomorrow yesterday/dreamin bout my futures past when I woke up today/I'm tellin y'all I'm goin in/im showin y'all who's gonna win/puttin on for my town like my name is represent/knockin suckas down like I'm ten-pin bowling/fast lane for you is like when I'm just strollin/you know that I'm just flowin/when I'm flowin no ones sane/and blame it on my lyrics, tattoo "FILTHY" on my brain(X)I'm just sayin/I'm the mane/fuck this game/consider me me a fail, then your idea is gettin slain/bang bang shots ring out/then Fox come out/and the cops skate out/they ain't get no clout/report that them niggers were out/but ain't hearing us out/I wonder if I pull a pigs tail will it squeal/and reveal the falsified evidence that he had concealed/on the real/niggas can't believe what they hear/they blame it on the poverty that can't even deal/we hungry for the justice, yet fed the wrong meal/hell nah I ain't cuttin them slack/just assume the rest of us is out sellin some crack/I ain't even talkin no shit/I'm just stating a fact/the men I put in charge ain't even got my back/c'mon wake up that's whack/

Drinkin Perrier/on the doomsday/to settle my stomachache/from the poison I drank/cause how else Imma be this sick/or gone spit this much venom/cause tell the truth no one fuckin thought that he had this shit in him/R.I.P./to all the beats/that I killed while creatin some classics/my next venture is to break my foot off in asses/tell the truth I used to be a geeky kid with glasses/but those glasses helped me vision my appeal to masses/if you hatin homie i got some nuts you can hold/and keep my inner circle tighter than virgins be homes/see I don't smoke nothin cept for these verses I wrote/trash talkin S.O.B., that's the way I was rose/roses tossed on stage in this city of gold/emeralds on the Jesus piece, that's just the way that it goes/hold onto your seats cause y'all takin a ride/twist, shake junt killa that's the way that I grind/now tell me which emcee is gettin hit up with this lyrical 9/rap angry I can't see my lyrics cause my rage is blind/fresh to fuckin deaf now I'm rapping in sign/(X)lyrics givin you the the feelin of a ritalin/brain dead but you runnin off of the adrenaline/feelin lucky is the bullet in the chamber then/cock it back is you feelin any different man/I'm a warrior but I ain't as storied bro/that's why I flip these tracks its to tell my story tho/I ain't the richest/ain't the smoothest/ain't the tallest/I'm just good at what I do and what I do is go the hardest/every track after track/after bar after bar/battle anybody rhymes be my sword of war/put my soul on display I aint goin door to door/try sell you somethin you never heard before/real spit/real shit/you ain't listenin you shielded/cause to be blatantly honest I might hurt yo feelins/explosive stage presence I just might destroy a buildin/and they ask me how I'm feelin/nigga really I'm just chillin/(X)

Well, what if we did/could you handle it kid/I feel fucked up everyday, and I ain't take a hit/writing songs to feel appreciated/hated on by anybody with a keyboard in reach of they fingertips/but I ain't mad tho/I used to resent it/then I went and found a way for me to deal with it like a Bennett/I said bring it on/took the punches as they came/fuck it, no matter what you think imma give J-DASH his name/I grew older/realized that I could make a difference in this game/used this God-given talent Jesus dropped up in my brain/even though I struggled with the pain/now you tell me if we're the same/(X)/damn/what a plan/thought that I was now the man/thinkin that I had a fan/no matter where I had ran/but, then I realized it was a charade/or maybe people had changed/but it wasn't for the better/need a girl to takeaway the pain/swear to god I'd keep her wetter/but I wonder if I'm gone like Martin/how many niggas had laid with my Corretta/it's a setup/but now I got a vendetta/it's a stickup/but nigga I ain't worried bout the chedda/prepared to face the shooters with nothin better than a sweater/black jeans, my Hawks hat and nike shoes is what they'll lay me in/take a good look, this is the face of a crazy man/(X) ((Sophie)You may be thinking it's your final hours/I'll hold you close and show you that you've got that power/it's not the end of the road/it's just covered in snow/I'll show you where it goes/help you cover the wounds that you've had exposed/I'll help you discover that which your life owe/I'll have you rising from the ashes like a phoenix rose/) /and that's a double entendre/I sit at my study table and I wonder/is it me against the world, them stakes ain't no fun bruh/I'll take me against the universe/take any verse that I wrote and stuff it in your face/that should keep your mouth closed and your feelings hurt/(X)

The government has tried to control me/but they can't, for the simple fact that they do not know me/all i have is the microphone and I'm feelin lonely/most of y'all niggas (people) get on the mic and you soundin phony/but me, I'm in a different frame of mind/they framin my mind/tryin say I committed the crime/with the rest of my kind/and they steady preparin bars to put me behind/while I'm steady preparin bars that fans can get behind/I'm feelin fine/but i don't know if the rest of y'all feel that way as well/most of y'all put on a pretty face and say ya feelin swell/but hell/most of y'alls mind-frame is a jail/I'm thinking can I escape the beaconing of a cell/or will I first get picked off like the splinter cell of the NFL/hits from a guy who's not known very well/comin from the sea, double T, e after the L/this game is run by new school rules, so pay dues/sad fact I know rubber harder than most of you dudes/buzzer sounded, game on, lace up your shoes/currently achieving my list of to-do's/this shit (stuff) hit me as hard as a flyin knee/I'm out here tryin to be the very best emcee/and most nights I wouldn't mind if these girls freak wit me/tonight, I'm tryin to escape, these radio frequenciesX ((chorus)These waveforms/sedatin me like its chloroform/takin over my airwaves since I was born/born in to the fire, I'm from Mordor/cant stop me winnin, like i been here before/since '05, I'm hip hop in tip top shape/my name DASH cause I'm runnin away with the game/by the end of my run, I bet you'll know my name/and you can't stop me from killin it/) Now I'm back at it again/you can't hold me my friend/goin for it all, kill anyone who ain't helpin my man/so now I'm rowdily/comin after you cause you doubted me/I'm on top of my enemies and I'm rockin the crowd, B/I stand tall/spread my legs for accommodation of my large balls/I'm currently submitting for my future entry into Hall/yeah, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga (homie)/