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no chances - jemyle jones lyrics

look…
now the only way… we gonna control the virus…
is by self quarantine
don’t touch me b*tch!

now this here ain’t nothing like ya used to
i dont give a f*ck about fame streams or youtube//
i don’t give a f*ck about hoes, whips or new shoes
if my daughter ain’t got food i’m making you stew//
cook cook!!
chef’n with my apr*n i go ape let my nuts hang ah!!
…meet lagassi, bam bam posse//
f*ck the dram roll up broccoli
as a jit, we would pitch
peddle on the strip, king jaffe//
…my soul glowed before the jerry curl mockery
it’s funny, i met papi before i knew papi//
knew shooters like mcgavin, chubbs had to watch me
been flowing since happy gilmore was playing hockey//
big daddy i p*ss on walls against all odds
i wipe my own ass with your tape it’s 2 ply soft//
spit at the camera and flex i go 2pac hard
she bus it and get trained she a metro card//
backdoor!!
i get her to booth the work, i get in the booth and work
i don’t even proof my work whatever i jot it works//
whenever i write a verse i’m planning to murk, prepare your grave or worse
i’m woke and it’s wake whenever i say elo or pure at first//

okay now this here ain’t nothing like ya used to
noooo
middle fingers i’m on that mood
whooa
that means your f*cking with an ass whole
what you thought we was homies, nah we ain’t that cool//
b*tch!
back up off me, back up off me f*ck that
back up off me, back up off me chilll
back up off me, back up off me ezzz
back up off me, back up off me!//

back up off me
b*tch you barely know me don’t make sh*t get awkward//
n*ggas swear they homies working in the same offices
just dapping fists cough and that’s your coffin//
this that purell flow
…no hand to hand we use elbows
don’t ever hand me your cellphone//
you got the memo you’d be working from home you said h*ll yes
….but ya spouse said h*ll no…//
now that’s scandalous
quarantined the crib, can’t handle it
hit food bazaar, shelves gone, ya’ll scavenging//
young savages, dow jones, low averages
death rates vs. recovery, no comparison//
mass media, propaganda, people panicking
pandemics, election years, …pick a candidate//
check the pamphlet, then double check all your answers and
wear gloves it’s tough love, take no chances//

- jemyle jones lyrics

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