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Jake lyrics : "Karma with no sutra"

Verse 1
Want me to perform? They remind me where venue at,
They become silent when I ask 'em where the money at,

Thought I'd spit free? Mane this aint no saliva,
Gotta pay my bills like my name is bill clinton,
Lyrical overdoze but I ain't like Whitney houston,

More like randy Orton the way I break bars son,
Write my rhymes in school you would call them school barz son,
Freeze my lyrics in the fridge call them cool bars son,


Chorus
As on my chest coz my rhymes are super,

Mechanic tools that I use when I screw ya,
Not picture takin' when I say I shoot ya,
Lyrical baking karma with no sutra,


Verse
Freestyle off the head like a barbershop cut son,

Stackin' bread money up green dollar grass son,
Proffessional actor the way i play my part son,
You should get dreadlocks the way you sound dreadful,

My flows are too deep but not like swimming pool,
Stationery examine my pen when I rule,
Live backwards coz you know I'm that evil,

Eat from the forbbiden tree you know that eve will,
Live in a silky way water and my lips are sealed,
Minimum or maximum I cannot and max he can,

Leave me with some fresh air coz you call yourself a fan,
It is not a beverage when I say that yes I can,


Chorus

Verse


Locked up in bars like the great nelson mandela,
Cold with the punch like a fist of kung-fu panda,

Not a music genre you get rapped up under,
Deliver my raps covered red like santa,
Hip hop Is a walk in the way I enter,

Beat your brains out coz my brains got anger,
Its like a bible the way I got holy verses,
You need to be patient catered by the nurses,

More than a weight gain when I cause masses,
I get build up never break like tetris,
I escape problems I always just mistress,

Its like a paper or a finger when I talk of index,
Its not inside your home homy avoid !@$* sex,

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