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Still got that key to the city....
(Verse 1) uh..uh....uh J-U, The hot shit, to hot to fall I'm too ahead of my time kid, I stop for y'all in a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait I'm so ill I raise the dead when I rhyme at wakes From the moment that my first verse caught your head years later you'll be buggin' off the thoughts I said Now I'm lampin' on the street, with my foot on the curb give me the illest concept, and I can put it in words Analog mics are used to record the subliminal Pro Tools chapped em soundwave and make em digital Flow cool Juice'll do the mic something pitiful For me you're gonna need a million gigabytes minimal Niggas wanna rap they gettin in it for dough but start hangin up when they cell minutes are low I'm toed back off of a couple Guinnesses though I'll have people passin' out before I finish the show now you feelin' insecure when I grin at yo' ho' I had her ass in the air kid, chin on the flo' Now you tryin' to spend your dough, so your women'll know I'm still Juice but big Panik put the gin in the flow Now the flows are the fattest crazy rap status Juice hold belts in all the fuckin' weight classes I'm anti-sobriety, I try to stay tipsy I move at the speed of light, Blink, you missed me (Chorus) From the Midwest, to the West And all sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed No matter how it goes we fresh Cause you can have a scantron and still can't test, the best (Chorus 2) From the East coast to the West The best sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed No matter how it goes we fresh Cause you can have a scantron and still can't test, the best (Verse 2) I was told by the council, to lead the new millinium One ounce'll have your skin chippin' like a pentium 3 processor, nobody floss fresher my style very day to day like a cross dresser (Whoo) Juice at the club, your whore I macked her She forgot she had a man until the morning after Bones and vocal cords get torn and fractured She said comparin' us was like before and after Juice bust 'em out, flush 'em out, what's the fuss about I kick lines other cats can only cuss about they say Juice is on the lose, have you seem him I'm day and night and every hour between 'em I'm on some Mary J. shit, nigga this is my life Tape so hot they had to wrap it up in dry-ice So having any thoughts about winnin me God is like tryin to save a game without a memory card And in case you didn't know, I'm paid to hijack your motorcade Try to wave to the crowd I'm blowin off your shoulder blade your chance to live is at a very low percentage your so close to death that you can see your own image A amateur, lost to a professional Now they dissconnectin you from all that bullshit you was connected to I need no remorse, I had to diminish 'em In Mortal Kombat I had the crowd screamin' "Finish him" (Chorus 1) + (Chorus 2) |
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Chorus:
You got a question mark? I'm the nigga here X 3 You got a question mark? I'm the nigga here period... Chorus X 2 Verse 1: I'm the nigga here... Who wanna battle? I got word chemistry, when I'm dead you'll remember me Juice, I'll serve any nigga breathing in the industry If you wanna test J, I'll show you the best way If you want some drama, I'ma send it to you next day Rappers want a piece of me, y'all niggas better stay away [why] I'll take your rap style and put it back on lay-a-way I'll cook the second batch then I cook the first batch And I be knocking rappers down like a purse snatch I take your bitch away and then I let the cock slide Open up your skin and let it bubble like peroxide Don't even look at me cuz, don't even stare at Juice That's like jumping out your plane without a parachute Niggas give me 'nuff love, bitches on the jock why? Maybe 'cause I ripped them in a circle counter-clockwise You just a kiss ass... boy you better play track My style just stay bad, I'm 30 years of Maytag Kick a legit line of raps made of strychnine Freaky as a 6-9 and now it's hold my - yo [dick] - time Throw in the towel, y'all better let the bout cease I'm swinging with the left hook and knocking out your mouthpiece You like Superman trying to jump back in the saddle I got one question, "What rapper wanna battle?" Vocal tone clarity, mad popularity I break both your legs and have you screaming, "Juice carry me" Dialogue: Yeah nigga, I don't care if you got a record deal nigga We can battle for your contract nigga What you wanna do? Chorus X 2 Yo, face it, rappers is so whack I can taste it They might as well take their freestyles and freebase it Or get a 40 ounce if you think you wanna chase it Put it on the board, like a teacher I'll erase it Juice, I've been dope since I made my first appearance, black Then even have your whole style on the clearance rack But this flow is updated, rather innovative Y'all rap like ya artificially inseminated [whoo] But I'ma slay, and I sway any majority Juice is more fun than panty raids at a sorority Y'all try to mess with me, but I get ready quick [horn] I got more parts than any Freddy flick So, bring on your crew cause I'ma take on three men Plus, I've been swimming in women since I was semen I'm not your Candyman, but I slam it one time And like Sammy Davis, baby, I can make the sun shine So every brotha think they wanna battle, shut the hell up Y'all could work in the dark room and still not develop And if I ever hear you try to talk about me to your friends I'll be all up in your grill like a contact lens Who wanna battle? Chorus |
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J-U... Molemen..
Yo, this one right here was made in Heaven.. (hook) *I havent even started my reign, I'm only drizzling* *So whoever wanna battle, ya'll can bring it to the Juice* *Big Juice in the house* *Damn right* *I'll either shake your hand or shake your mic* *I havent even started my reign, I'm only drizzling* *So whoever wanna battle, ya'll can bring it to the Juice* *Big Juice in the house* *Damn right* *I'll either shake your hand or shake your mic* (verse) My freestyle's gotta be that of a child prodigy I rack my brain just to spit another flow outta me I leave rappers dead and their ladies cries watery Right before he passed away, I know that rapper thought of me I'm paid on the nighty, ya'll get paid on the quarterly And into work for your record labels like an orderly(??) And you underground rappers, ya'll could do a lil more then me These Tiger Woods niggaz, ya'll aint even up to par with me The way I drop kinetics, its close to aporetic Cop an edit of the tape, if its Hip Hop, I said it Stress don't concern me, I don't stop to let it In my zone you see these rappers that can't rock behead it I split them wide open, rush 'em and hit 'em high I split 'em while he's hoping that rhyme'll get him by Now he's leaking H2O, he couldnt escape the flow Sitting nervous, waiting for his first tape to blow For him success means try'na make the dough He just imitates others, never creating a flow But I'm simpley the best like I'm HBO I represent the Illinois so thats what makes me so I know how weed looks, but yo, I also read books Might struggle with bad pop songs and mean hooks You use to be creative, but now your gimmicky Mimicy, instead of using chemistry mixed with beat imagery Whether its him or me, we ripping it continuely I been a G ever since Pops pertain my enemy Now I just max, relax and drink Hennessy When I'm drunk, I'm in the mirror try'na battle ten of me I stay straight, I murder with the cordless or the tray 8 You try'na update that style but you a day late Some play hate, they get murdered before the day breaks I'm the landlord and every rapper gotta vacate The Molemen, kings of the underground production Lose? Who got the gumption to make such a assumption My tape is like crack, its made, then its pumped in The ghettos of America for your main consumption Dont play to battle me 'ro, or you'll get dumped in The lake with them other fake cats that shoulda jumped in I bang like Patrease(??) rushing on percussion I take your self esteem and bring it down like destruction (hook) *I havent even started my reign, I'm only drizzling* *So whoever wanna battle, ya'll can bring it to the Juice* *Big Juice in the house* *Damn right* *I'll either shake your hand or shake your mic* *I havent even started my reign, I'm only drizzling* *So whoever wanna battle, ya'll can bring it to the Juice* *Big Juice in the house* *Damn right* *I'll either shake your hand or shake your mic* *Big Juice in the house* *Damaging emcees* *Da-da-da-da-da-damn right* *Big Juice in the house* *Damaging emcees-emcees-emcees* *Big Juice in the house* *Damaging emcees* *Da-da-da-da-da-damn right* *Big Juice in the house* *Damaging emcees* *So whoever wanna battle, ya'll can bring it to the Juice* |
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(Juice)
Sometimes tha illest cats don't get record deals (laugh) Sometimes the illest cats roam the streets…. Underground legends Cats you never heard of, But everybody know they tha nicest This is for them cats…. When I design rhyme in daylight Or primetime I stay tight I walk the fine line between an emcee and a play right I represent the underground world, it's a unique scene There's no record deals, no videos and street teams I do shows to keep green I know I'm not a star man, I'm signed to myself And my mic's my A&R man In double nine I guess it's just a sign of tha times The spotlight that I've been looking for is finally mine I never thought about the dough when I'm designing my rhyme As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I'm fine It ain't about that I opened up for cats who ain't as dope as me While I rip the flow, they lips sink, the show hopelessly From Heaven I was set to game to entertain I may never pimp that '75 ta cop that blue range rover But even if I don't remain sober I'ma score double digits till the fuckin' games over "Whether they signed or unsigned" (Canibus) "Platinum more wax for..platinum in tha streets" (Redman) I don't care if I'm right, wrong , or in between All night long I pimp tha scene they said I couldn't write songs, I intervene Don't think because the battle rhymes are what I'm know for I can't out write the best of em, or rip the microphone Raw my words are deep Keep my tape handy when you're buzzin Let my thoughts deep inside ya dome, Tell a cousin or friend play my CD when you guzzlin' Gin Come down but then recite it when you buzzin' again You must respect the flow Point blank I'm a professional Exceptin' no less than excellence, that's how tha session go Embracin' my Rhyme, when I'm gone who's replacin' mine? I trace a line that transcend all space and time I implement infinite lyrics that are intricate The type of shit discussed my mob bosses eatin' shrimp and shit Those with intellect they understand how I wrote it But the average mind can take 5 years to decode it Chorus: (scratched) "Whether they signed or unsigned" -Canibus "Platinum more wax for..platinum in tha streets" ?Redman Gradually I drift off imagining me The baddest emcee, wondering what my status will be A little local battle emcee who never made the grade? Or a gifted lyricist who used to spit with razor blades? Ever time I win the battles they dissected my words I'll probably never get the props or the respect I deserve The magazines claim I wrote my battle rhymes like they knew me Then they wanna call the next day and fuckin' interview me Do I really have props? Is it really that stable when they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels? When they take me for lunches and drinks inside they limos? And fu#k around and play me somebody else's demo J-U ya'll niggaz all know what his name is The Cat that got famous By never being famous I'll probably roam the underground scene for all times Signed sincerely JUICE the unsigned "Whether they signed or unsigned" -Canibus "Platnum more wax for..platnum in tha streets" ?Redman |
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(Verse 1)
I freestyle erratically for those that wanna battle me Spit venom at MC's until this mic cord is statiky Do damage to a salt and a peppa, without the battery When you diss, you flatter me, i'm fuckin up your whole anatomy It's in tannar, oh your hoe, we ran in here With thirteen king size chocolate antennas And in my city, for real jo, i'm sick of who talk About, how me and my man is on the dick of New York Cuz when I innovate, I incinerate, then I eliminate You in a state of shock until these niggaz hypervenilate I serve the east coast to west coast and don't discriminate Penetrate, I crush all beef right where it eminate I day light, my stray mic strike from twi-light And I'ma stay tight, play right, create highlights And ain't nobody fina do me, especially in this bitch game I'm ruthless I use my middle finger when I switch lanes, pertainin TO being entertainin, now I'm rainin, I slay men Experts and lay men with my play pen, I'm scrapin Remotely holding rap down and shapin A style handcrafted since the days of my play-pen And my drop-top, I rock spots, I got it not-stop, when my glock pop I had the hardest niggaz playin hop-scotch, I'm top notch And if she ain't fuckin then watch me cock block I hit hot spot, and pop-lock, a nigga knock knock I'm enterin, Juice's shit is colder than the winter and These instumentals bang and leave a nigga's skin splinterin "Friday the 13th" I rip Jason A slick Mason like Perry, with more game than dick racin Perfection, rap erection, now let my teks in I burn your neck skin, these niggaz start epilepsin Juice steps in, and If a mothafuckers tests us They scrapin his ass of the floor like ass festers (Chorus) I just freestyle the hook and display my skills No matter what a nigga kick, you'll be on my dills Get your notebook, quote, it's time to take notes Cant fuck with the freestyles or what I got wrote Swear to god, I just rip it and freestyles my skills And everything I kick is dope, so they be on my dills And When I get done with the song, you think I'm bullshittin Cuz you wont know if it's freestyle or if the shit is written (Verse 2) Niggaz swear to god, they fina rip the microphone I swear they could go gold if they bought a herringbone They need knee-pads, looking at my style cuz I'ma be bad I swear it's sop DOPE, I had to check into a rehab Never nervous, MC's are worthless, put down your pencil My instrumental, will cramp your style like a menstrual scenario, it's time for your mothafuckin burial I'll murder you and burn your promotional material genetically and alphabetically, I'm the thickest And theoretically, poetically, I'm the sickest MY bic is, scribblin, yo it ain't no riddlin If rap was defense, I'll have Kobe double dribblin I'll leave this mothafucker so hot, it'll be sizzlin I haven't even started my rain, I'm only drizzlin I'm unpresentable like pierce needles through your genetals In general, I'm known for stealin shows like a criminal I'm crucial, mathematically, I'll reduce you I'll nuce you, i'll shoot your posse even if they neutral Yo, don't drink and drive when you choosing my tape Is like, cruising on the freeway and losing your breaks And the crash will be a crash that will trash your ass I'll harass this mothafuckers from the first to the last With no immunity, when my tape hits the black community Niggaz will put the crack down and start usin me MY shit enges, average bend downs in inches My tape so dope, it should've came with two syringes I blend this, with no glitches for all you bitches Last time I got so open, I needed stitches When every nigga in they Lex and Hyundais heard this I leave niggaz quiet than the Sunday service I can burn anyone stepping in my jurisdiction Big Juice, I'm in the house like a shorty on restriction (Chorus) I'm like Schwarzenegger, when I try to erase These niggaz talk behind my back but they be all up in my face If I do kick a written rhyme, for your instant bonus I'll make you change your name to "The Rapper Formerly Known As" So next time please just get off my dills And let me do whatever and display my skills Cuz no matter if it's freestyle, no matter if it's written I'm a dope nigga, that's no bullshittin |
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(chorus)
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist death is over with this Blahzeeblah you first on the list (Blahzeeblah) I feel lessly effective why did you think we call it Blahzee pass me the martinini and rossi I see slang stock sentence back on my apprentices and pupils even loop holes will tie slip knots and screw holes Blahzee is the phrase that rocks with more interaction than a box of just to plush exotic so adjust axin more clans than a mumble keepin dips styles deluxe Check this out we sippin on Moet with loot to boot (Com) lookin glamourous down shaker is supa sonic hookin phonics like A and G the 360 makes shit so complete so how you livin 90 emcee in 1983 with corny conduct get stomp and you a bitchin enterin the masters son sendin suckas on like missions yeah nigga (chorus) we do it like that for those who wanna step to this swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist death is over with this Twista you next on the list (Twista) huh, I draw more blood than a vampire with a paint brush makin 'em fake plus decapitate niggas who can't bust the nashtatonish, mothacomish more shot to honors I predict victories like Nastradamus apost his promise never to step into deciphers that put their brain in waters where pain is flawless for me emcee's go get restrainin orders it don't matter cuz when my shottie flags follow seize of hollow weed pick a sequel out of trick or treat with body bags body tags get blast out like druggles blast out like mugglets causin abombinations, crackin heads like safe combinations I condination into I get 'em blessed kill 'em all off like David Koresh just to play with the flesh, vest of the best the type of nigga that'll cut your break lines ache lines, and break spines scramble up quick to shit thats heard through grape vines my skill shines, I drop emcee's in abis when Twist flicks his wrist get the fuck down Chi Town don't miss (chorus) we do it like that for those who wanna step to this swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist death is over be here D.A. you next on the list (D.A. Smart) ohh wee, it's the terror turn plus I never burn like real gold plus I always in the pocket like a bill fold and you can spend me, till the men see, what a friend be but offend me thats the end G plus I love life, I hug mics, and I mug whites cuz Im sick of seein black fuckin thug fights thats the man game, we just playin lame I'm not sayin names, but look brotha thats a dam shame we got it together now makin it better now for a better sound and we takin it to the letter now M-Dot, Tung Twista, and Blahzeeblah plus Common and D.A. Smart I never fell bro, as you can tell bro like jacks I snatch ya arms off your ass from your elbow cuz I get his like, do what you lives like, and give you insight and plus I rock the mic rizz night (chorus) we do it like that for those who wanna step to this swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist death is over be this M-Dot you next on the list (M-Dot) yeah check it out if I can get you with this track I'ma get you with this flow tie your ass up if you still say no and make you listen to what you missin cuz it's so appetizin your ass ain't recognizin the funk, the flava, look at what I gave ya comin from in the soul M-Dot is here to save ya not a super hero yo I never wore again but a thousand men on that ass it'll be hard to escape like the chi I'm cold ,treat like a bowl, of cereal usin cheerio, I gots milky material for that ass every single line I kick is straight I can fart on this mic and it'll come out great I'm snappin like road necks and niggas with no techs and women throw up techs anihlate your pupils dialate whos ready to flow next an entrepreneour racona sewer you better acknowlege me give me an apology cuz I'm a prodigy of the Chi (chorus) we do it like that for those who wanna step to this, nigga swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist death is over be this cuz Chi Town is tha shit (J.U.I.C.E.) MC J.U.I.C.E is harzardous there ain't no rapper bad as this I leave for 3 days I come back just like the Nazerath the insane headerole I think these rappers betta go run and get medical attention when I severo I tell 'em never go against me this is no tow zone and I'ma bout get this bitch open like the ozone, layer cuz you is gots prop like the mayor I can meet a cutie pie in 20 minutes I'ma play her you can say your little whips so I can fiddle with your game plan I'm insane stand, toe to toe now get the same dam, treatment I gotta tell 'em tell me where the weed went rewind it brotha bring it back so I can find it I could rip punks up we come in three just like the chipmunks I kick for these rappers better float on or they get their ship sunk ugh, they battle ship is not made for mic rippin you just a rude boy so ease up off the champagne your sippin your trippin I even played hoops with Scottie Pippen he missed the dunk I had to follow with the tip in I rippin niggas bet chip in for the beer run I come into your ear drums you thought my flow was near done |
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