my rhymes stomp all over you like when you gettin chased on tha roof, how tha **** can the cops convict me they have no proof or well maybe just a little that one time i smaked that hoe and said gimmie the loot, but the rest of that **** is just a striaght up sploof
Now tell me why when i walk down tha street the head chief of police convince everyone that i am a thief, i am not as bad as think just becuz i am musician they must think i am bad man, im no bad man or no good man just an average joe tryin to make a livin by selling my black market clothes that i jack from the mall or i steal from some kat that saggin his drawls, so i get chased and then i pull out my gat that everyone knows i have have becuz my pockets are lookin kinda fat and i empty a clip and kill till blood is all over the hill then the cops hear the shots and im off they will never catch the great JEC even in the cop car i make them spin out in to a wreck till ever cop has had enough of me and they just forget the greastest MC
Now tell me why when i walk down tha street the head chief of police convince everyone that i am a thief, i am not as bad as think just becuz i am musician they must think i am bad man, im no bad man or no good man just an average joe tryin to make a livin by selling my black market clothes that i jack from the mall or i steal from some kat that saggin his drawls, so i get chased and then i pull out my gat that everyone knows i have have becuz my pockets are lookin kinda fat and i empty a clip and kill till blood is all over the hill then the cops hear the shots and im off they will never catch the great JEC even in the cop car i make them spin out in to a wreck till ever cop has had enough of me and they just forget the greastest MC