More John Blaze

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[Verse]
Shit could get ludicrous, foolishness
Who is this doin' this rappin'?
Grew with this, groove with this newest shit, losin' it, snappin'
Coolin' it, rulin' it, goonin' it, my niggas clap, man
I do this shit, I'm like the rap game's Michael Jackson
Bo Jackson, the style is finesse
Me and my niggas gettin' money like the IRS
You paid less and make less, we pay our debts
I'm all about my treasure like that pirate Jack, Johnny Depp
My outfit is a Ralph Lauren/Armani mess
Italian kicks, and we on a Maserati quest
Used to hit niggas with the karate left
All these guns got a nigga doin' karate less
Mic check, one three, one two, one two
If you don't like my shit, how you think I feel? Fuck you
You ain't even half of me, don't wanna feel the wrath of me
Can't stand a wack emcee, I think I got a allergy
I only aim to be the god of rap, and I ain't leavin' that
A hundred tapes [?] hooptie [?]
I bring the static, I'm charismatic with automatics
Flip you like you won the Olympic challenge in acrobatics

[Outro]
Nigga, fuck that nigga Tha God Fahim, man, he keeps droppin' tapes, man, that nigga fuckin' up my opportunity, man...
I'm tryna get me some shine. My shit more John Blaze than that!
My shit more John Blaze! Why do niggas like this nigga, man?
This nigga wack, man. I could walk around Philly and find a hundred niggas better than him, man. Fuck this nigga. Man, fuck this nigga