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magic hour - j-raw lyrics

introduction

who am i?
new yorker,the puerto rican secret
young lyricist, 18 to be exact
living it and spitting for-real
hustler, official grinder
resurrector of rap..

j-raw verse 1

when i grab a mic i feel like a bushido samurai
this character of mine is real on the map like a satellite
im attacking minds, with the badder rhymes,
camouflage and strategize, hearin n-ggas
bustin’ ratchets off, seeing..
the ricochet bouncing like basketb-lls
i got a master-mind
it’s disaster time
as i command the reich
i get my hand and write
the roughest of rhymes
that the toughest of mind
can’t even handle
when i’m the touchin’ the mic
its like a s-x scandal
i’m har-ssing it and smashing it
with the cl-ssic sh-t, i feel intangible
f-ck what’s the m-sses feel
seal the deal
bring the damascus steel
appeal the real
with ill sk!ll to build thrills and chills, fill the field
with images to k!ll
i don’t walk with gats to spill
or got caps to peel, but
i’m electric connectin’ like an eel
without me there will be no energy
every body will remember me as unique legendary mc, p.o.e.t
od dope
who brought it back to move right forward, my soul is far from empty
nycs newest beast, never fall in envy, just brawling to be mvp

metafore- verse 2

metafore, ready for war
jerseys finest, 18 year old rapper with a story and a dream..

you could catch me grindin’
i’m shinin’ boy i’ll leave you blinded
only roll with the finest, you know how i do
like an -ssignment, stay on green like a giant
you ain’t seen it boy you lyin
money talk, i talk back, it got me lookin defiant
when i’m performin i stay with the water like an appliance
eating all these beats, surprised i ain’t catch the itis..
do it big all of time, no need for a diet.,
you only use star 67 like you tryna call private
i’mma lyrical -ss-ssin..
i always get it crackin
i ain’t rollin’ man i’m rackin
these benjamins what i’m stackin’
i’m makin more when rappin’
i got these rappers, tappin’ out
this ain’t poetry but on these beats i be snappin’
you know im bout the action
we could get it clappin’
shorty wasn’t even sleepy and i took her to the mattress
thats ya girl? well why you at home fappin?
ya other half with me, she left you as a fraction
forever on some fly ish, coolin with a fly chick
bumpin kanye west, the only time she on some side ish
in a couple years, you could catch me in a fly whip
ask your questions bout a lease, and
i could tell em thats my ish
metafore, yeah
my name rings bells on these tracks im a mack
never been a ???
lookin at my past with a shrug and oh well
i dont practice in the game, homie you could call me nelson
similies and metaphors goin over ya dome
i’m
here chasin my dreams, scuffin up my phones
i’m just a dog in this game
tryna stack up my bones, still sayin f the haters my songs makin em moan!

- j raw lyrics

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