[Verse: Jay Complex]
Memoirs of a chubby kid that grew into a nerdy dude
About to be that age that's one lower than backwards 32
Whispered to the beat like “baby, come here let me murder you”
I guess I got a fetish, Jay the ripper, but I'm hurting too
Jay be nimble with a candle stick
You better drop the torch when I light it, you can't handle this
Lighter fluid in my veins, spark it through my hand or wrist
Anytime I pa** the rock, it bombs, now I'm anarchist
I better hold on to it
Police tap my phones, but there's no wrong doing
They thinking it's arson, I flame daily like Carson
Just because I need a rhyme, let me shout out Ms. Parson! Hey!
Now you're burning with the mother f**ing fire flower
Throw in couple trees, get connected to a higher power
Bring them double D's, women sweat him the entire hour
Cause I make them hit them wet notes like a choir shower
Soprano, soprano!
I'm making enemies out of fire fighters that I know
Viva la revolution, but make sure it's cubano
And measure me in keys, a scale of 1 to piano
And everything I do is so real
Turn my jacket to a sweater like I told my coat chill
Lost my girl the same night that I wrote this very song
Don't be sorry, the pain is only reminding me how hope feel
Fruits of my labour, call them f**ers pa**ion
And I'll probably be green until the roots are trying to ask him
For a feature, nice to meet ya, ignorant about fashion
And scared to call a woman baby way before contraction
Mentality be the complex kind
Think it through and you'll be joining up with complex minds
What it do? The album cover is a bomb threat sign
Listen carefully, my music is a context grind
Inaction could probably be the worst of all crimes
Since there's no conviction, let me sentence you with rhymes
I f**ed with other b**hes, yeah I f**ed with other b**hes
But they knew the deal, they don't ever tag me in they pictures
I'm so sorry to everyone that thought I was conscious
Call this one a coma, making sure the rocket launches
No I'm not a stoner but I stay under the weather
In fact, them clouds keep away the rain and make it better
The woman of your dreams...will probably get you k**ed though
That's what you learn from inception, unless you're real slow
I flip the script and now I'm chill like a pillow
And money ain't real, but still prefer a fake mil, no? No?!
You blogging n***as better post this!
I lost my job at All City Chess off some joke sh**
But it was no hard feelings when I wrote this
I hope that I forgive all my enemies, but it's hopeless