jbrown 1

Im a young gunna from the block
Im comin in the rap game i don't even need to knock
I keep it so fresh on the Microphone
Comin straight through the speaker man into ya home
We spit this rhymes straight to ya Dome
We on this block all the time even in the winter
We ridin spinners
Yeah we grind all the time and yeah we get thinner
You other rappers cant handle the heat of waverly
Cant you see we hold it down yeah me and way-Z
When I spit these rhymes youll see
That were the new york ying yang twins
Yo we real block king pins
Don't be mad at us cuz you only ridin tens
And we ridin 22s
With perillie shoes
We git it cuz the rhymes we spit at you
These rappers mad that they cant rhyme
They being like school in the summer time
Mess with us we in our prime
And if you do its gunna become a crime
Im not Jay-z
But my rhymes are crazy
that's why they pay me
Girls call me baby
Don't talk about whips cuz yeah I got 3
Don't call me phony
I'll dump a shell and you'll see
I'm so hott chicks wanna clone me
Hold up you need to shut up
Im about to act a fool
Kiss my S dot carters cuz that the rule
You get ya books cuz im gunna take you ta skool
Yo when chick wanna get wit me I say no and play it cool
They sayin hes so hott and can rhyme pleez ladies don't drool
They call me the hardware store cuz I always got the right tool
Im goin tear ya up on the mic cuz im crule
Im goin straight down
In rap history Don't mess wit me
Respect this beat its hot like the texas heat
Im rollin a lexes bee come to waverly and youll see
From new york to la were known world wide
And if you step to us ill pull a nine from ma side
Duce duce rims on ma Cadillac ride
Call me bugs bunny cuz I got carrots in ma chain
Wit this lack switchin lanes
Put a rhyme to ya brane
Pandemonium lays It down yeah we do the rap thang
we 2 white boys in the rap game and we gun stay the same









So wuz da deal all you fake riders are real
Better guard your grill and keep your steel
Then cock my pump back aint no contract and see if you gone get killed
i got skills im real
blow you back to Nashville
Flipping good game gripping wood grain
cadillac wheel mane
I rip'em and rock'em
but if I hit'em I pop'em
but if I lick'em I lock'em
when i pop some those bullets dont graze you
I tote it in ma back pocket yeah i stay true
and i got more money then you do
if I die they wouldn't know what to do
whatcha think all they do is cry?

tell you this between you and I

homie you gunna hafta pop me cuz it wont be suicide

I wanna get a million get low

I just wanna do a album , stuff 4

Cuz just wanna live rich not po
Rock dem jewels flash that chrome

Its all good you can come back home
and if ya keep talkin im a pop one to ya dome
want these girls to leave me alone
You know I stay thugged out the second I came in

Meet me again you could but look the chance is slim

And if you got a problem with yo man

We can put the gat to him

coming straight out the block

I got my mind on my hustle

im tyrna make it to the top

determination is all i got

on the grind i sceme and plot

whatever it takes to raise my stock
dont make me reach fo the glock
on the streets puttin money in my sock
and i got the whole game on lock
comin straight into ya home i dont need to knock
im cuttin up this beat like i got a razor blade
im explosive like a grenade
all the clips i have sprayed
i remember all the people i have slayed and betrayed
your team is outweighed
and in need of first aid
just stop with the charade
im playin you out like an arcade
your rhymes are to cliched
these rhymes are homeade like lemonade
quick pull down the window shade
oh ma god the police are about to raid
the guns are about to be displayed
this is another pandimonium crusade
and im not to be delayed
and im made to be obyed
im makin you my slave in this trade
are you in need of a hearing aid
you about to be degraded
and masqueraded in front of the whole town
cuz the kid j. brown is shuttin it down







No other rappers can compete
They might as well jus take a seat
Im comin back at you
With rhymes that attack you
Quit runnin ya mouth or youll get blown back fool
oh my god
we in the squad
that be on top
we so explosive
call the cops for a bomb threat
youll be in debt
when we get this record out
you aint no thug you barely a boy scout
im a boomerang mane
I do the damn thang
I spit a rhyme that will come right back and hit you in the brain
the game was made for us to claim
people call me insane
but I don't do this for the fame
like mj when we retire we goin straight to the hall of fame
when we are gone it will never be the same
We straight up gangstas
we roll up to the club
sittin on dubs
when we stop they still spinnin
then all the gold diggers be grinin
all the chicks heats yeah we be winnin
then they want to take us home
man you only want us for oru chrome
my home bigger than the rca dome
I may be white but ma rhymes are tight
My chain so bright you can se me at night
And now my lap level at a new height
Im the newest rapper
But ben bein a trapper
Im ghetto fab
I create more stuff then a science lab
Yo im comin back at you
I thought you knew
Im a king bow down and kiss ma shoe
If ya don't I might jus put a bullet in you
If you fight man better bring ya crew
If I could start from scratch I wouldent change anything
Same 4 pound same full magazine
Same bad attitude yeah still mean
People actin stupid like they been smoking on some green
Homie ill shoot ya down like ya never even had a dream
Pandimonium 4 life yeah we the winnin team
Yo my town is full of variety
You know this is a dangerous society
im far from low key look at me
im on the grind looking oh so flashy
I wont stop till im on top cant you see
Pandemonium is comin back to you
And I can hit you all long as your in ma view
Why you spitin rhymes that's untrue
My respect is long overdue
And ma rhymes stick to you like a tattoo
Stick to you like crazy glue
What you don't get it
Im telling you the rhymes I submit is legit
You shoud just quit
This rap game is mine
You should just fall in line