J. September by J. September Lyrics
Yo, it’s got the quirks man
Let’s make this work man
Watch me go berserk man
Watch this...
(Hey you, what’s that sound)
(Everybody look what’s going down)
It’s J. September, B (y’all remember me?)
(Try to rhyme but they can’t)
Even contain what’s underneath this attire
(I set the microphone on fire)
And then the stage, and then the crowd, and then the venue
Go run to your mom and tell her Verbalixir sent you, yo
(Rough like Timberland we’re here)
Had a couple of beers and now my mind is clear
Now I’m here, and I’m beyond feeling the moment
I chose it, hip-hop I own it, dropping bombs of atonement
Listen (Hey you what’s that sound)
(Everybody look what’s going down)
It’s J. September, B (y’all remember me)
Pursue life that’s incendiary ‘til the end of me
I got a couple a diamonds and a couple of gems
Got triple the kindness for quadruple the friends
Got myriad ideas and never heard of a writer’s block
I just talk, skywalk and watch the biters drop
I got the tighter hot shit to make the dimes flock near
(Rough like timberland we’re here)
Steering my vessel into the unknown
To become known as prime commander of the microphone
This is the fun zone, if I actually tried hard
I’d probably misguide your soul and leave your mind scarred
Cause these timed bars can convey any message I want
You underestimate rap, I got the blessings to haunt
And those moments in music that tickle your spine
Relax and rewind to an earlier time
So just drink your wine, and just sip your whiskey
Catch the magnitude of me just like you catch a Frisbee
Because this be more than I ever meant it to
I spent a few years rotating rhymes in a centrifuge
So I present to you the cream of the crop
I got a dream and won’t stop until I’m seeing the top
Between the seams there are drops of crystallized thought
Now I’m misty eyed from visualizing that prized spot
(Still tripping off that old shit)
Got fellas still tripping off my decade old rhymes
Now as an old timer think I might have hit the gold mine
I don’t control minds, but I control mine
I mastered the bastard for performing at show-time
Bottled up my past evils, poured them in a cold stein
Sold it to the devil, watched him go the whole nine
Now I hold divine futures and aspirations
And will achieve my goal between words and respirations
These destinations are seemingly reachable
And what I find on the other side is increasingly teachable
I preach it though before I was unredeemable
I found my worth in what’s unbelievably inconceivable
Freeze this vehicle, I didn’t mean to get so deep
So go to sleep, imagine cash, clothes and hot freaks
And bottles of malt liquor and bags of cannabis
Stand for something ‘cause I know you can’t stand for this
Let’s make this work man
Watch me go berserk man
Watch this...
(Hey you, what’s that sound)
(Everybody look what’s going down)
It’s J. September, B (y’all remember me?)
(Try to rhyme but they can’t)
Even contain what’s underneath this attire
(I set the microphone on fire)
And then the stage, and then the crowd, and then the venue
Go run to your mom and tell her Verbalixir sent you, yo
(Rough like Timberland we’re here)
Had a couple of beers and now my mind is clear
Now I’m here, and I’m beyond feeling the moment
I chose it, hip-hop I own it, dropping bombs of atonement
Listen (Hey you what’s that sound)
(Everybody look what’s going down)
It’s J. September, B (y’all remember me)
Pursue life that’s incendiary ‘til the end of me
I got a couple a diamonds and a couple of gems
Got triple the kindness for quadruple the friends
Got myriad ideas and never heard of a writer’s block
I just talk, skywalk and watch the biters drop
I got the tighter hot shit to make the dimes flock near
(Rough like timberland we’re here)
Steering my vessel into the unknown
To become known as prime commander of the microphone
This is the fun zone, if I actually tried hard
I’d probably misguide your soul and leave your mind scarred
Cause these timed bars can convey any message I want
You underestimate rap, I got the blessings to haunt
And those moments in music that tickle your spine
Relax and rewind to an earlier time
So just drink your wine, and just sip your whiskey
Catch the magnitude of me just like you catch a Frisbee
Because this be more than I ever meant it to
I spent a few years rotating rhymes in a centrifuge
So I present to you the cream of the crop
I got a dream and won’t stop until I’m seeing the top
Between the seams there are drops of crystallized thought
Now I’m misty eyed from visualizing that prized spot
(Still tripping off that old shit)
Got fellas still tripping off my decade old rhymes
Now as an old timer think I might have hit the gold mine
I don’t control minds, but I control mine
I mastered the bastard for performing at show-time
Bottled up my past evils, poured them in a cold stein
Sold it to the devil, watched him go the whole nine
Now I hold divine futures and aspirations
And will achieve my goal between words and respirations
These destinations are seemingly reachable
And what I find on the other side is increasingly teachable
I preach it though before I was unredeemable
I found my worth in what’s unbelievably inconceivable
Freeze this vehicle, I didn’t mean to get so deep
So go to sleep, imagine cash, clothes and hot freaks
And bottles of malt liquor and bags of cannabis
Stand for something ‘cause I know you can’t stand for this