Producer Genius - True Thoughts of an Emcee PT. 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Josh Glanz] The names JG, i'm ma** ma**acuring the whole cla** Walk in school with my pants saggin' so you can kiss my a** I be changing up the status quo Know I got the baddest flow And you n***as should know that my style is unsurpa**able So go ahead and grip Glocks I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots Than snatch the heat from you and fire off six shots I'm a savage Your lyrics are unhealthy, eat some cabbage You try to rap but you get lost like airport baggage "How you manage?", well see, I'm a veteran "Have you heard of JG, hes dope, you can't step to him" I'm a damn a**a**in, weed is what I'm pa**ing Mouth be so numb cause of all these tabs of acid I'm a criminal but no one knows what I do like the Secret Service I be preaching dope flow and rhymes like a priest in churches Call me Bowser cause you know that I'm spitting flame G-L-A-N-Z bro, that be the f**ing name My lyrics get you mindf**ed, I call that sh** a concussion Have to get this stress off my chest like breast-reduction And I hope that y'all f*ggots never ever think of dissing me Cause if you do, I'll k** you, and than you'll be missing me So go ahead and try it I'll knock your head off and kick that sh** 'fore it hit the floor like we playing football I control my whole army like we playing fooseball And if your bros got caught, you know they'd rat you out and you'd fall In my brain I'm firing off all these consanants and vowels Lyrical murdering, my words are just gonna rip out your bowels If this was a sport, your raps would probably have 20 fouls So go ahead p**ys, you can't match me, throw in the towel You envy me, I go on stage and you get an eye strain It's not polite to stare at people so I give you eyepain You're a damn facsimile, you try to be me Why not try being a fac-metaphor, cause I'm already G Me and the rap god got together and talked about raps fate And you're ruining Hip-Hop, so we chose to eradicate I'm striking down like lightning My raps are so enlightening I'm lyrically murdering so this sh** might be frightening My flow is so pristine You will not find blood in my spleen All you're gonna find in there is just a little Codeine I preside in Hip-Hop Promethazine, now I sip pop Ima flatten you whack n***as like pancakes, flip-flop "Look at my wrist-watch, that sh**s so cold yo" No one gives a f** about your watch or your cold flow See me, I spit heat, yo the temperatures rising I'm a f**ing 5G, get that sh** at Verizon Y'all should learn linguistics You f*ggots are boring like biscuits Thats why your b**h is asking me for the 7 digits I'm gifted, when it comes too rhyming You dont know how to flow your lyrics but you know I got perfect timing My vocabulary varys, it's like a different language Hip-Hop throws you down the pipe like my f**ing sink drainage I'm daunless, my dope flow I know that you want this Already been to Hell so the Devil couldn't haunt this My dexteritys gonna make me money to start a charity It'll keep all the whack n***as like you from being a parody We don't need that sh** in Hip-Hop, you f**ing f*ggot See me, I draw attention without trying like a magnet On the mic, I'm vicious When I'm at school, teachers get suspicious All because they know doing d** is in my best interest Ima ressurect Shakur and Christopher Wallace Soon I'll have so much money, Ima need multiple wallets But I don't give a f** about cash, so here, take some Franklins Money don't mean sh** to me, that's my revelation Don't need an explanation, y'all should know cash blinds you You'll never make it anywhere if you think rap finds you I'm the Rap God times two, try to step to me If you wanna rap like I do than, take a breath or three Feels like I popped Ecstacy, cause all these b**hes feeling me My lyrics and my flow together is the artillary The beat is the enemy, and I'm k**ing it You know me, always on my damn mother f**ing villian sh** Peace Feels good to be back mother f**ers!