Back In The Lab

[JR Writer:]

Writer, okay

Uhh, I got 'em, DipSet, uhh

Back to the lab, rap in the bag

Roll me a blunt, pass me a pad, the dude's goin in

I mastered the craft, laugh at the past

Fo' in the trunk, mashin the gas, you're too slow to win

Who's dope as him, latent'll lie

So high, you'd swear he had a license to fly

Look up, you might even see him right in the sky

So high, I should give skydivin a try - know why?

I'm gettin loot and bread, got these lil' duellers fed

Cause this rap shit to me is easier than Superhead

When she move the bed, prick I'm on the grind

Lyrically inclined, every sentence get rewind

The kid is in his prime, a monster on the track

Tauntin all these cats, where's the competition at?

JR spittin crack, The Carter couldn't match

Sharper than a tack hold Harlem on his back

It's a fact you couldn't yell our shit is whack

I helped build the team that put Harlem on the map (DipSet)

Come holla at a mack, who got this in a wrap

So next album'll have your girl polishin his - plaque

Uhh, then it's right to the streets

Light on my feet, goonies that'll light you for cheap

Wipe you deceased, knife you to sleep, for some sneaks

Even though my pockets deep as Barry White on the beat

Sheesh, I'm a beast with a flow like a jab

Plus the game's so weak that the dough's up for grabs

So I'm low on the ave, with the toast on my abs

Waitin for this bitch so I can put the hoe in the bag

It's sad, but nigga I'm a pro with the pad

Put the mic down, you're washed up and old as my dad

Get a load of his swag, you couldn't fly without a pilot

You're bummed out and better off findin you a stylist

Uhh, the future is me, and soon as can be

Ruger to T, shoot you for free, salute to the G

Who's nothin but nicer, gun in his cypher

Bottom line, ain't nobody out as hungry as Writer, uhh

You hear that man?

Y'all can't fuck with me at all man

I got this shit on lock and key

And I think I mighta lost the key so y'all assed out man

Huh, let me get my zone on man

Let me finish smokin this purple, countin this money

And uhh, turn the music up and get in my zone man

Let's do it!