Time To Operate

(album: JT XIX - 2020)

I had you from the jump
And now I got the drop on all of you
But if you help me keep my income up
I would be pleased to relieve you of all your loot

I see a lot of chutes opened up, so I'm gonna cut some
Pluck 'em from the sky like I'm playing Duck Hunt
Just like my dinner plate ain't finished till you're all done
This'll be easy hot cross buns
I'm coming for your wallets, y'all had better clutch them
I can hear your heart drumming like percussion
Use your heads and keep your tails tucked run
Cause the next thing I'm gunning for is your trust fund
I don't mean to cause offence to any bank tellers
But I'm about to make withdrawals on these lame fellas
Best invest your cash, or I'm gonna take hella
Fat stacks out your stash, then I'll make it rain jealous?
My squad getting so sweaty that you may smell us
Throw on a gas mask and prepare your painkillers
We got our senses sharpened, these Helens ain't Kellas
Skip the Gulag, I'll send you straight to your grave fellas
I rate myself a 10, I make 'em thirsty
But I don't need a rez, I pick myself up I'm perky
Rolling in your dough, overflowing from my purse, see?
I'll call you sugar daddy as I slay you with a curtsy

Nobody's stopping us
And trust me, I don't compensate
I'm not a doctor, but
Right now it's time to operate
Get comfortable
Embrace the pain
You want it all?
Then take your aim
When duty's calling us
We know it's time to operate

I have the high ground, this ain't your sky to walk
I hope you know when to pull out if you fly in hot
Hands of my crate, fool, if you try to cop it
I'll break your plates like a bull in a china shop
My aim is steady and I'm loving the feel
You better get running from me, cause I'm gunning Galil
And when I'm threatened by enemies nearby, I do it my way
Kill 'em with kindness, if kindness is an MP5K
I'm riding dirty, my arsenal is stacked
Don't need a pHD to fly (No disrespect)
Flight attendants prepare to land on some heads
No operator left behind unless they're dead
I'll sit you on your bottom like my dog when he's a bad boy
Drag your ass around like you're tryna pop a hemorrhoid
Blood drunk maniac always taking long shots
Hit the ground running roll camera for the montage

150 on the plane, they don't know that I've been here before
Funeral arrangements being made, say a prayer for 'em
Crack you out the sky and let you know just what my name is
Hey there, welcome to the jungle, baby, we got fun and games
I don't need loadouts, don't need Ghost, tell everybody where I'm at
Ain't buying nothing, win a round with fifty thousand in my hand
I'm a stone-cold champion, snipe you out the heli
AX-50 Cal round, turn your brains to confetti

I'm not a pickup artist
But I got your number
Your duty's calling
From a coffin six feet under
My only sin is greed
But from grace I won't fall
Where you see a killfeed
I only see role call

Nobody's stopping us
And trust me, I don't compensate
I'm not a doctor, but
Right now it's time to operate
Get comfortable
Embrace the pain
You want it all?
Then take your aim
When duty's calling us
We know it's time to operate
(It's everybody's dream)
(To conquer everything)
(Don't stop at all, till you've got it all)