DJ Blowout - Jean Grae (Verses vs Beats) lyrics

[Intro: Jean Grae] Yo. Jean Grae. All day, everyday. What's up to Blowout? Y'all n***as, you know, wipe your noses, get the snow. Ain't none of that up in here. Heh [Verse 1: Jean Grae] We walk the street, shine, shimmer, glimmer, sparkle like a thousand winters Distant like Northern Lights and glisten when upon the mic Strike back, aim to shoot the fair fight—no pistols. Only Verbal slugs. Slanging like we playing dope wars with d** Words are Celestine Prophecy. Minds are riddled With poetic hollow tips and archangels is out of clips I'm half-empty like a pessimistic gla** Water tainted with the blood and flesh of past. I claim to be some Mind expansion like on marijuana. Persona's a magnet for drama sh** that never stops fully—it's just a comma. I'm the Exception to the quota, all out of order Beyond category, my story's an aura Keep my oratory fact-ridden. Told a million tales With the form of a MAC spitting. Spill my scriptures forth Like blasphemous accidents. Body far from masculine But I'm equipped with the strength of a thousand mortal, ma**ive men Mosaic art pattern, rap locksmith, head of an ostrich Grounded with knowledge. Valedictorian: Life College Associated with street scholars, blue-collar criminals Japan to Hollis, people'll move illegal for their dollars Hustlers make the world spin. Flow turns to monetary Love only gets you so far. Commentary Reflecting personal repertoire. It's nonfiction On the highest level and praise God but live a devil's life When I pa**, I'll dream about what Heaven's like. God created Man and Earth, then rested, created me on the seventh night I'm like Aurora Borealis, red Northern Lights Find me in your southern climates. Ongoing like the time is So f** you. I write for pages—f** one-liners Age thirty plus eighteen, twenty-five minus Y'all n***as figure it out. No doubt What? What?