Jin

Jin - Jin v.s. Wrekonise (Fight Club) lyrics

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Jin (Rd. 1) 

If you walk off the stage now I just might spare you 

As far as the Chinese jokes, I dare you 

Watch what you get yourself into 

Cuz anything you say can and will be used against you 

I been on my grind since I got here, I ain't stop yet 

He been here for like three days and ain't do one drop yet 

Who be fuckin' with these DJ's? That's right I do 

He tried to say what's up to Felli Fel and he walked right by you 

Ya battle raps are garbage, we ain't impressed with ya rhymes 

This kid's a nobody, I'm a young KRS in his prime 

Yo, I could tell by your face that you nervous, so just leave 

Or take some advice from Fabolous and just breathe 

Check my stats, this is not a debate 

I ate you in '98.. y'all, I got it on tape 

And even back then he was sorta weak 

So I'mma make you feel Deja Vu like Peter Gunz and Lord Tariq 



Wreckonize (Rd. 1) 

On the microphone, Wreckonize kills sluts 

How the fuck you do a joint with Wyclef and it still sucked? 

When I grip the mic I got the flooow 

We in Puerto Ricooo, this guy's the hoooe 

I came back just for the show 

He did a joint with Hi-Tek, Kanye, and he still didn't blow 

I'mma smack this frail hoe 

The closest you get to tracks is when ya family laid the railroad 

You're a gimmick, you used to be a ? 

Now you're a fat gimmick, and Virgin just dropped 

They said you was a Ruff Ryder 

But you softer than a bunch of prostitute Asian muff divers 

Shit, I came here to bang tenders 

He's so soft, he makes Will Smith look like a gang member 



Jin (Rd. 2) 

Aiight, Learn Chinese didn't blow.. I ain't gonna lie 

But it still had your girl tastin' cream of some young guy 

You wanna talk about history, let's turn the page faster 

My peeps did lay the railroad, so you still a slavemaster 

What the hell is wrong with you? I know you wanna hate 

So on that note, 98 percent of these folks could relate 

Ayo man.. I get love in Puerto Rico, ay Dios mios 

Sorta like the late, great Christopher Rios 

You don't wanna mess with Jin, talk about who's spittin' 

And I could tell right now that all your stuff was written 

I ain't gon front, the whole week I was contemplatin' writin' some verses 

But then I thought about who I was battlin', 'n I was like "it ain't worth it" 

Yo.. this kid Wreckonize is garbage, I told you I'm makin' out with the cash 

So since he's garbage, ayo Enuff start takin' out the trash 

I'm back in effect, and yea they said I was a Virgin 

But that's the label I'm signed to 

So when you wanna get a deal, I'm the one you should rhyme to 



Wreckonize (Rd. 2) 

I knew he from Miami, that's why I didn't feel him 

Plus this faggot's got ran up in more times than Paris Hilton 

Shit, like I really give a fuck 

Came all this way to see Jin rip it up (yeah right) 

Yeah thats right, nod with me just get pushy 

I didnt know they made wife beaters in a size for pussies 

It's looking kinda small 

Bet when he hit the bathroom he probably pissed on his balls 

And you know that shit's true, lookin' at me all funny 

Like you think this ain't true, go ahead...... 

(Boos) 



Jin (Rd. 3) 

You a bitch, I'm surprised you ain't rockin' panty-hose 

Ayo it ain't just me neither, the whole Miami knows 

Yea we from the same town, but that ain't the reason you hated 

Face it, Wreck you cant stand the fact that I made it 

While I was on tour plottin' the sales 

He was workin' at Blockbuster stockin' the shelves 

Y'all might remember him from a MTV reality show 

Called.. "When Homo Rappers Attack, It's A Tragedy Yo" 

The guy that he was battlin'... straight up murked him 

He shoulda nutted in ya face the way they jerked him 

Yea you mighta won the battle, but you lost ya pride 

They gave him a Roc-A-Wear jacket then he got tossed aside 

How you gon try to diss the Roc cuz they ain't offer you a deal 

Knowin' damn well you pussy, and you softer than Amil 



Wreckonize (Rd. 3) 

Check it.. i didnt need to rock that faggot coat, that's why im not braggin 

You be the crouching tiger, I'll show you the hidden draggon 

Yea, protect the high stakes 

I'd rather not sign to Roc a fella than fix DMX's hot plates 

Of fried rice and bullshit like that 

I dont give a fuck, that's why you can't rhyme like that 

Yea you mighta got me slippin' this time 

But I remember every time in Miami I served you for every rhyme 

Shake ya head, like I give a damn 

Jin's records ain't sellin' zero, rip it man...... 

(Boos) 

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