Fakin Jax'
(专辑: Underground Classics - 2006)
Check it out As I
commence lyrical content now bust the
grammar Niggas tryin to make flip out like David Banner Bustin out the
garments slammin shit like Onyx When I'm vex I
flex and turn green like the
chronic When I
bug out you bound to get snuffed out for frontin Busy deceivin achievin nothin If you can't walk the
walk, don't talk the
talk It's Pete Rock and InI comin straight from New York Now all the
setups you thought you stepped up to get your rep up The
joke's on you jack (true dat, word) Cause when I
came through the
door my mind was thinkin all out war I'ma settle the
score, once and for all Ain't no time for fakin jax when it's time for makin stacks I'm droppin bombs like acts in the
bible with my recital So recline like a
passenger seat Son, relax As I
take you to the
max, homeboy you fakin ji-dax Yeah, check it You never success or progress Searchin for peace through material objects You go to extremes in the
process Acuse others, when it's you showin your true colors Busy sellin your dreams, but all your cream Contributes to your lack of self-esteem So it would seem, cause every day of the
week, you act different You see your peoples, you speak, your eyes shifted Frontin what Son you love to perform But when the
crowd's gone, word is bond, you get your merc on Is this the
real definition of what a
snake is Y'all should of been politicians, that's where the
cake is, but It didn't work with the
fake ass smirk See the
meek shall inherit the
earth, for what it's worth, uhh Turn around yo you backwards, you know what the
facts is You fakin jax kid Your blood You're worth lead if you can't bring home the
cake to get the
youths fed We used to harvest now it's work instead So, to get ahead to hit the
nail on the
head, it's hard work Cause America jerks, takin tax and perks out the
check So father sweats from workin for the
next Just to connect, so man listen A
comfortable position's what I'm after So all the
while, I'm preparin myself to meet the
master Check it, so we suggest you put a F
on your chest A
wolf in sheep's clothing's what describes you best Nevertheless, I
roast your ass like chestnuts I
got guts plus cuts from Pete Rock And it don't stop, the
ghetto mass' in your grill If you lack the
will to step up then please chill On the
real, real brothers got each others backs While all these phony niggas keep on fakin the
jax It's like that