With so much ganja in the SFC it's kind of hard not to keep sh** H-Y-PHY Since I was buying 40 ounces with a fake ID I've always known the bay was too bomb not to stay blown We used to drink after school and drive drunk in the diamond lane Freestylin' the whole time so many raps packed inside my brain I had to ask myself, "What the f** yo? Am I insane?" But I was just a rap cat, blood covered lions mane Eating competition, living walking contradiction Mild mannered raw rapper bridging gaps with compositions Always listened to the legends, stayed beheading opposition Block the path, feel the wrath of a man that's on his mission To beat the rest and be the best, pay my dues and re-invest Relieve my stress slaying crews, pushing tracks and raising views All the while was staying true to what I felt were ancient rules Maintaining my patience knowing one day they'd see J was New Never seen before, leaving crowds screaming more Kicking styles like Diadoras on a hip hop diaspora Fiendin' for the funk, Senoritas calling me mi amor a- California kid that swore I'd never be a punk And that's just the way sh** had to be To me not being on was straight blasphemy So i had to weild the mic and cause catastrophy's To this world that was filling up with wack MCs Got the zig zags locked tight, nose filled with frost bite Crossfit flows hitting mics in the spotlight Headed for new heights, nights sauced in the city While I'm running from reality I'm smoking on a ciggie Sipping Super Bock in Portugal, smoking blunts in Brazil Intoxicated world traveller babbling off a pill Got the cryogenic style that's always keeping me chill Living life to its fullest while smoking some potent k** And this drive might result in an accident That leap of faith might be my last decent I'ma push it to the max I'll relax when I retire Playing with fire dipped in wax, laying tracks to take me higher