J.R. Writer
J.R. Writer - Back In The Lab lyrics
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[JR Writer:] Writer, okay Uhh, I got 'em, DipSet, uhh Back to the lab, rap in the bag Roll me a blunt, pass me a pad, the dude's goin in I mastered the craft, laugh at the past Fo' in the trunk, mashin the gas, you're too slow to win Who's dope as him, latent'll lie So high, you'd swear he had a license to fly Look up, you might even see him right in the sky So high, I should give skydivin a try - know why? I'm gettin loot and bread, got these lil' duellers fed Cause this rap shit to me is easier than Superhead When she move the bed, prick I'm on the grind Lyrically inclined, every sentence get rewind The kid is in his prime, a monster on the track Tauntin all these cats, where's the competition at? JR spittin crack, The Carter couldn't match Sharper than a tack hold Harlem on his back It's a fact you couldn't yell our shit is whack I helped build the team that put Harlem on the map (DipSet) Come holla at a mack, who got this in a wrap So next album'll have your girl polishin his - plaque Uhh, then it's right to the streets Light on my feet, goonies that'll light you for cheap Wipe you deceased, knife you to sleep, for some sneaks Even though my pockets deep as Barry White on the beat Sheesh, I'm a beast with a flow like a jab Plus the game's so weak that the dough's up for grabs So I'm low on the ave, with the toast on my abs Waitin for this bitch so I can put the hoe in the bag It's sad, but nigga I'm a pro with the pad Put the mic down, you're washed up and old as my dad Get a load of his swag, you couldn't fly without a pilot You're bummed out and better off findin you a stylist Uhh, the future is me, and soon as can be Ruger to T, shoot you for free, salute to the G Who's nothin but nicer, gun in his cypher Bottom line, ain't nobody out as hungry as Writer, uhh You hear that man? Y'all can't fuck with me at all man I got this shit on lock and key And I think I mighta lost the key so y'all assed out man Huh, let me get my zone on man Let me finish smokin this purple, countin this money And uhh, turn the music up and get in my zone man Let's do it~!