Jayme Fortune - Jurassic (feat. V!BE & Beats by Con) Lyrics

Baby if you ask me if you're nasty
Creative, gifted rapper, spit sporadic
No playin' with the master, get your ass kicked
I'm seasoned, weavin' spells up with the magic
With teeth as sharp as cleavers, shit Jurassic
With demons I make deals, deliver classics
My bars as real as steel, you bitches plastic
Get carted off the field when limbs are snappin'
Snapping them limbs, I'm eating emcees like a chimp, y'all are banana chips
Pardon my manners I plan to reduce what is counterfeit, I'm not a fan of this
I roll with a posse, all of my folks are Versace
All of y'all soaked with that liquor to cope, boy, all of that dope make you sloppy
Somebody stop me, I'm talking my shit again
Love me or leave me to sedatives
When I'm on a cloud as light as the paper that flies when thrown from the couch
If not then I'm lazy, sipping that drink until I'm not behaving
All of that don't make you poppin', I want to float not fall on the carpet
I feel like I'll never go south, unless we vacation
I'll flip a verse right onto its back, like I'm a Picasso painting
Get me my pad and my pen, don't interject 'til I've captured my sin
All of it might be, a little unsightly but, homie I like me
I'll rearrange it, not saying that you got to listen or like me
I'm at it again, don't get offended if I got to spit, cuz Fortune won't quit, nah
I'm at it like it automatically fits, a puzzle piece fell from my wrist
So I'll take a sip until I can taste it, I don't want to waste it, I'm wasted
What you need, let me know, I got what you need bro
I got what you need, I got, I got what you need yeah
What you want, let me know, I got what you want bro
I got what you want, I got, I got what you want yeah
Baby if you ask me if you're nasty
Creative, gifted rapper, spit sporadic
No playin' with the master, get your ass kicked
I'm seasoned, weavin' spells up with the magic
With teeth as sharp as cleavers, shit Jurassic
With demons I make deals, deliver classics
My bars as real as steel, you bitches plastic
Get carted off the field when limbs are snappin'
I'm just tryna' be pretty big, like Jiddy Jid, city kid, litty lit, listen or be idiots
Whole crew royal like Caribbean, my rhymes evolved, y'all shit just silly on that Simian
Tryna' get a million, nah f*ck that a billion, spittin that fire, I'm fly like Nathan Fillion
Say it how it really is, actin' supercilious but only
Cuz I'm poppin' off and you can't get your shit to fizz
Woo! Now that's a motherf*ckin' bar
Know I stay shooting cuz I'm a motherf*ckin' star
My city is near and dear to my motherf*ckin' heart
But, it's a lie to say I ain't tryna' go motherf*ckin' far
Grab the game by the balls and I'm playing keep away
All you haters look small when compared to me today
Y'all got stories but strugglin' just to keep them straight
I got the world on my plate to eat like a piece of cake
I know many are jealous, they wanna' bring me down
But them posers just posing, I'm running rings around
So I'm throwing them bows as I wrap like gifts when it's Christmas
Cuz all my writtens are vicious and I'ma sing 'em loud
Yeah, it's my time and I ain't gon' waste the opportunity
The top of the food chain is where I'm soon to be
I ain't got no more patience for tomfoolery
I'll get a coronation, all you lames are getting eulogies