Ray Rip Ya'll - Jane Doe and Ray Rip Ya'll Freestyle (A Long Rhyme Coming: The 1999 to 2002 Sessions Pt. 1) lyrics

[Intro: Jane Doe] Uh. Jane Doe, Eddie Ill & D.L. Tape 4. Jane Doe double EP coming. Jane Doe. Uh huh [Verse 1: Jane Doe] As I cross these bits, scoring with an a**ist Time hang from my wrist, rupturing like a cyst Jane Doe, n***a. We build songs with mathematics Flowing is automatic. Now it's laced with graphics It's tragic. Wack b**hes want to see me I cancel their rhymes like shows from TV Supreme being or the lyrical Elohim The rap queen, whether it's clean or obscene n***as get weened. I stay taking breath ‘Cause I speak that sh** you feel under your left breast I confess I'm tormented by demons My mom got shot up with some bad semen Straight from the Devil, I elevate one level p**y stay getting wet from the ba** and the treble I'm a slave to the rhythm—it's in my bloodline I got more rhymes than cops at election time You heard me on Tribe, then it was Black Star My Reflection's Eternal like a new car I shine. Ain't no need to say more I'm just a opening act but I stole a whole tour Motherf**er [Verse 2: Ray Rip Ya'll] Omega shatter, flow underwater to breathe Force you to genuflect ‘til you develop fluid on your knees My impact is like a tremendous hard punch that cause An irregular beating, but, to me, it's just a regular beating. I failed To understand reasoning since a seedling Beating, so where's you mom with that evil rhythm? Sitting In Hell, freezing with the most wrap/rap while my rhymes Crumble ecosystems. After we inhale Your metropolis, we let it settle in. A high-yellow n***a With magic melanin that transform to metal skin That give a f** about your d**h threat. My vital organs Are bulletproof with a force field over your headset Crush your spinal tap down to your a** crack Crushing you down like NASDAQ. Perhaps you should Reconsider that tone of voice of yours, or I'll be forced To unleash the heat I hold to melt your vocal cords It's the [?] cut from the same Mold that shaped the mighty Zeus and Apollo Frame built like an '87 Volvo with poetic novels You full of sh**? I'll still make you feel hollow You can't wait for me to bust—you're all ready to swallow But, see, I don't have a gimmick for y'all to follow Wasn't born with crazy game. Besides, I don't hold Guns right—I got a lazy aim but I spit rapid Fire rhymes that connect like daisy chains All my dawgs are losing, I'll put gunpowder in their gravy train To bite a chunk out your a**. You're so b**h You should retain a maiden name, motherf**er