Live 1Take ep.48 by JK-47 Lyrics
[Instrumental: Method Man - Big Dogs]
[Intro]
Yeah, it's JK-47
Chillinit
Shout out BodyBag, ECB music
Yeah, Chill, 420family
JK-47, let's get it
[Verse 1: JK-47]
Yo, check it
Flow quicker than a fat boy to a Snickers
I got, no limit, a black Schwarzenegger
But ah, no one listens till I bring in this sinister
Rhymes, I make these whack jacks call up the minister
They need to let me take minute to finish it
Like a cone pack to the rim, riddled with vinegar
We ain't friends, what the fuck has got into ya?
Imma win, best at it, three it in with a finisher (Whoo)
Don't think that imma hesitate to diminish ya
Cause I'll leave your hand holding your head when I'm finished up
Imma be the man, villainous stance, bringing in the bucks
And I'm twenty now, but I've been the man since I was little, bruv
My blessings won't let me carry a weapon
But if you have me steppin' then I'm prepping to sit your lesson, you know
Take heed, now I got your attention
Ain't shit for free man, not even the pension
So now I'm jumping the beats with these bass rhymes
While I'm pumping out the beast with these bass lines
And you won't ever catch me slipping, I don't take time
So take yours cause you know I'm tryna take mine
And I've been in it for too long to go back now
They say "What you doing for work?", I say "I rap now"
And on my dad, bet you know that I don't back down
So on the real, I'm finna put us on the map now
ECB
[Verse 2: Chillinit]
We just puffing on the fumes on the same shit that made Charlie Brown die
I'm getting stoned watching How High
Wait, see I could prolly spit the lyrics mean
But Bagzy overdose from bottles of the Rikodeine
Eminem, legs like spaghetti
Three brothers on the Telly, that's Ed, Edd n Eddy
Get whopped like Fetty, we pop like confetti with the bars
Know the style is sharp like machete
Get ready, we robbing the bank, Ned Kelly
Got Ellie out shaking her booty like fresh jelly
Legs speady for that man, I'm getting that sex heavy
The lyrics are fresh, prolly get the missus clittoris wet
Give me respect or just gimme your set
Get it up one time and she never forget
Check, getting signed like the back of a credit card
20kgs in the gym, that's a heavy bar
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, darb
[Chorus: JK-47 + Chillinit]
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, darb
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, ah
[Outro: Chillinit]
Chill
JK-47
420family
BodyBagMedia
[Intro]
Yeah, it's JK-47
Chillinit
Shout out BodyBag, ECB music
Yeah, Chill, 420family
JK-47, let's get it
[Verse 1: JK-47]
Yo, check it
Flow quicker than a fat boy to a Snickers
I got, no limit, a black Schwarzenegger
But ah, no one listens till I bring in this sinister
Rhymes, I make these whack jacks call up the minister
They need to let me take minute to finish it
Like a cone pack to the rim, riddled with vinegar
We ain't friends, what the fuck has got into ya?
Imma win, best at it, three it in with a finisher (Whoo)
Don't think that imma hesitate to diminish ya
Cause I'll leave your hand holding your head when I'm finished up
Imma be the man, villainous stance, bringing in the bucks
And I'm twenty now, but I've been the man since I was little, bruv
My blessings won't let me carry a weapon
But if you have me steppin' then I'm prepping to sit your lesson, you know
Take heed, now I got your attention
Ain't shit for free man, not even the pension
So now I'm jumping the beats with these bass rhymes
While I'm pumping out the beast with these bass lines
And you won't ever catch me slipping, I don't take time
So take yours cause you know I'm tryna take mine
And I've been in it for too long to go back now
They say "What you doing for work?", I say "I rap now"
And on my dad, bet you know that I don't back down
So on the real, I'm finna put us on the map now
ECB
[Verse 2: Chillinit]
We just puffing on the fumes on the same shit that made Charlie Brown die
I'm getting stoned watching How High
Wait, see I could prolly spit the lyrics mean
But Bagzy overdose from bottles of the Rikodeine
Eminem, legs like spaghetti
Three brothers on the Telly, that's Ed, Edd n Eddy
Get whopped like Fetty, we pop like confetti with the bars
Know the style is sharp like machete
Get ready, we robbing the bank, Ned Kelly
Got Ellie out shaking her booty like fresh jelly
Legs speady for that man, I'm getting that sex heavy
The lyrics are fresh, prolly get the missus clittoris wet
Give me respect or just gimme your set
Get it up one time and she never forget
Check, getting signed like the back of a credit card
20kgs in the gym, that's a heavy bar
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, darb
[Chorus: JK-47 + Chillinit]
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, darb
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, ah
[Outro: Chillinit]
Chill
JK-47
420family
BodyBagMedia