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bar code - j beatz lyrics

[verse 1: flirta d]
came back like i never left, literally
every time i’m around, they be p-ssed at me
every time i’m around, they be p-ssed to see
that every time i touch mic, i make history
not on tv much so my fans don’t see me much
i would never sell out like a shmuck
wheel it up, tell your wifey wheel it up
don’t watch face and free that up
anyways, back to the j beatz smash
back to the lab, then back to the trap
out of the trap, then back to the pad
life ain’t a joke, no game, no pads
go hard like [?] concrete slabs
rather shoot sh-lls than soon to throw jabs
young bucks so i don’t dirty my hands
won’t stop till i’ve got land upon land

[verse 2: c cane]
to be the best, i be stepping up to be showing who you’ve gotta spin
me, these chicks that eye, they be novices
i stray cray spitting on the riddim, put me on riddims, not fibbing
sure to show you how a nutter is
i’m sky-high, these chicks that eye, they be hovering
just above the levels when i gotta spit
pretty-faced, sh-t bars, the reason they be sort of big
telling me i’m off, the reason i be troubling them
i’m hard, they’re not, there’s no need to pretend
can’t compare them to i [?] the thames
deep that
c cane, c cane
i duppy 100 and pull away
man have gotta spit before the hundred, the thunder brigade
i’ve gotta win whenever i enter, whatever the agenda
know i’m better at stuff in the game, it’s cane, a terror on a lot of things, pause it

[verse 3: jammz]
yo, oh no, oh no
mic ty already told man that’s a no-go
if a one spot man, they’re coming for your whole zone
mek a soundboy know he’s got no hope cuh
i be battering the radio more time
when i’m there, i don’t even wanna go home, like
oh, you think you’re nang but you’re spitting gas
like you wanna put holes in the ozone
no joke, don’t act like you don’t know
man can’t come and diss me on my show
man can’t come and diss me or my flow
i will switch an mc off like an iphone cuh
man are going on like it’s all bless
but we are not cool, you are not my bro
you’re a likkle penguin, i’m a rhino
i bury soundboys in the game, donny, try know

[verse 4: flirta d]
gotcha, sucker, if i shorten it
it would sound like gotcha
what you gonna do when i gotcha?
you can’t do sh-t when i gotcha
gotcha, sucker, if i shorten it
it would sound like gotcha
the rest of these guys imposters
the rest of these teams imposters
gotcha, sucker, if i shorten it
it would sound like got
i said stop, none of these guys are hot
most of these guys be suckers, suckers
gotcha, sucker, if i shorten it
it would sound like sucker
can’t take me for no sucker
but i’ll turn your wife to a sucker, sucker

[verse 5: c cane]
“what’d you think of her tracks?” i’m like hmm
“think of her bars?” i’m like nah
“would you collab with her?” i’m like hmm
“think she’s levels?” i’m like nah
“what about him?” i’m like hmm
“think he’s cold?” i’m like hmm
“would you collab with him?” i’m like hmm
“think he’s levels?” i’m like nah
“what’d you think of her tracks?” i’m like hmm
“think of her bars?” i’m like nah
“would you collab with her?” i’m like hmm
“think she’s levels?” i’m like nah
“what about him?” i’m like hmm
“think he’s cold?” i’m like hmm
“would you collab with him?” i’m like hmm
hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, nah

[verse 6: jammz]
cuh too many man wanna chat, but it’s all chat
shut your mout, don’t chat
man ah keep telling him it’s not that, dem man are swag
man are getting thrown in the trash
cuh too many man wanna gas, but it’s all gas
shut your mout, don’t gas
man ah keep telling him he ain’t nang, it’s all mad
body’s getting thrown in a bag
cuh too many mcs are washed, their flow’s washed
shut your mout, go wash
man wanna send but don’t watch, it’s no prob
man are getting placed in a box
cuh too many guys are on rocks, cocaine rocks
now their brain’s all washed
dash man in a basket like socks
they’re all lost, they ain’t up to the time like clocks

- j beatz lyrics

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