Formz

[Intro: J-Formz]
Let me put it like this:
What the fuck you wanna do, bro?
Seriously...

[Chorus: J-Formz Samples]
Keep flappin, go ahead, see what happens
I'll swell your eyes shut so you can't really see what happens
I would die for this shit
But I realized, I'd rather make another motha fucka die for his clique

[Verse 1: J-Formz]
I'm pickin up where I left off with the last one done
718 was really almost a classic son
But see, the difference now: ain't never been at this stage
There's chapters to a life, they're stuck on the same page
Everybody's got opinions, they could feel how they want
But put me up against him, I'll have me a field day son
It's taylormade, and anybody that doubts your boy
Are the same dudes that went out and picked Manny to beat Floyd
I hear dudes complain that it's all the same
Then, turn around and make some garbage just to get in the game
I'm like: "Could you explain what was the logic here?"
We need to stick to what it was that fuckin got us here
Build off it, and let you know: you're not impressive
You're rhymin random words, my music got a message
And I understand that you think you're quite respected
But cows jumped over the moon from the right perspective
So, think about it...

[Chorus: J-Formz Samples]
I ain't the club type kid, I'm in the streets at night
Only time I throw up my hands, is in the streets to fight
You couldn't walk in my shoes, despite all my kicks
License suspended, but I still ride for my clique
Ayo, my style is like a fever, bitch
Cause when I spit, they can't tell weather I'm just hot, or I'm sick
Keep flappin, and get your ass clapped like a backboard
Killin more records than Gretzky did

[Verse 2: J-Formz]
Man, sometimes, this shit gets me aggravated
I'm a student of the game, they never graduated
I work hard, and I fuckin pride myself
In makin sure that at all times, I'm myself
Then a motha fucka wanna go and use the excuse:
"I bullshit, but, I'm the best because I'm speakin the truth"
Nothin but constant contradictions
They could spit, but they're lies is makin it kind of hard to listen
I found it hard to feature
Cause if I cut my verse and put somebody else on, well then, the track is weaker
You wouldn't say it to my face? Then, don't say it to the mic
Don't say it when you spit, don't say it when you write
Don't say it in your head, and then say it when you type
Say somethin that holds some relevance in you life
Ain't nobody ever seen you win a fight
But on your tape, it's like you caught a body, homie, almost every single night
Come on...

[Chorus: J-Formz Samples]
"Are you from Wu-Tang?"
Nah, why? And his reply was: "Cause, U-God in this game"
And I don't need to give a hundred percent
Just know I'm givin enough to be rippin it up when I'm spittin some stuff
But cats wanna act hard, so send them in
Soon enough, I'll have his boys sayin: "Remember him?"
Keep talkin, I'mma drop you like I can't catch
Beef with you is like blue balls; you ain't never gonna come

[Verse 3: J-Formz]
Man, I swear, I got star type accolades
Plus the fact that I ain't had a wack bar in a decade
I mean, give me some credit, cause when it comes from me
I make him seem pathetic, you'll get it, and once you see
No question, no second guessin who the one gon' be
It's easy work, ABC's, and 1, 2, 3's
Their tough guy bars, in my opinion, is a waste
But this dude right here could stomp your feelings, or your face
And that's a special thing man, I fuckin rest my case
Weather you like it or not, gotta respect my place
In this game, and I'm lookin to print my name
In the books, and by the looks of it, I got good aim
They could continue their reign, I'm on a level they'll never touch
Had my foot on the gas pedal, they're lucky I let it up
I could've called names out, or went to see him, whatever
So the way I see it, you owe me a thank you, forever
I own you...

[Chorus: J-Formz Samples]
Criticize my rhymes, it's hard to find a flaw
You ain't steppin correct, so, I'mma help you find the floor
Pull out the blade, you'll get cut up like a bodybuilder
Cause Formz got more game than Ray Allen and Denzel
I'm rockin my chain anywhere, homie, I'm cool
The only time I tuck it in, is when I'm playin some pool
I guess I have to knock you out to wake your fake ass up
He can't look me in the eyes like he put his fitted down

[Outro: J-Formz Samples]
Let me see what you're talkin about, son
A bunch of shit, cause your ass is what you're talkin out, son
So, if you're mad because you rhyme, and think that you're hot
Relax, dog, I'll give you a featurin slot...
These dudes is like a hot punch line:
It's just a matter of time before they get it...
"If you can't beat em, follow em"
And we can't lose, so, I assume, soon, we're gonna have a lot of followers...