Amir Shofe el yod Wah shofe entela Wah el labi Wah el lab entela Shofe el yod Wah shofe entela Wah el labi Wah el lab entela It's The Jawn! Yo, it goes on and on, on and on and on The beat don't stop 'til the break of your spine When I'm takin' your mind to the next level lyrically My specimen is hard for you to see or examine, now dig it I contaminate the 2-inch tape Since a media M.I.P.H. state stimulate The M.I.C. ministry Enemies who enter my chemistry can't cope I'm dope like crack, what I wrote broke ya back So bust the cerebral attack Bahamadia, where you at? When we're comin' live from the area 2-1-5 The land of the master plan Where the brothers scam and connive It's the contraband clan I'm hailin' from the brotherly land, I stand sharp It started or began at the park Expanded years and grew into careers Competition what? Fuck 'em, I cut 'em like shears It's the un-rehabilitatable, the frustratable I got to get mine, and that's non-negotiatable So, put me on like Donna Karan And c'mon, uhh It's The Jawn! When I present my raps on the tracks, kids be like, "Who dat?" Suga be gettin' oral with the foreign coronat The competition better be easin' back Like recedin' hairlines on they pops when I drops Dialect perfected with 2 lines connected Pump life into my records like a CPR method Funk provides my rhymes with a mouth suppressant Injected like morphine in each lines DNA genes that come off like silk screen On tank-tops, I rank top-notch And make black vinyl turn butterscotch In coloration for my creations Captivating on C-level My riffs stays realer than E levels It's the truth It's The Jawn! Your style is like that of the La Cosa Nostra In between my pelvic and my belt, at times, a holster Most of y'all niggas with your legislation Revoke your recitation and continue with my recitation Fuck other opinions in my dominion The throne, when as a King from Illadelph, I'm not Virginian Icons, I will just strangle just like a python You're less than shit, I leave you desolate like Saigon M to the Ill, I show the skill If your girl cooch stinks, she need to douche her ass in jail A rebel with the treble like my man Bobby Seale And like the youngsters in Gang Starr, I got the mass appeal I spill words when ill blurs still splurge What's up to P.R. Star, Snuka and Emerge Come up to the surface, then once it gets submerged It go below because my flow got the urge Now, we can talk with tones or spark with the guns However you want it, Allah protects me when confronted In duck season, with all these quacks that get hunted If your ass was a field goal, well, then I punt it I drop topics all on your optics Muhammad Salallahu Alaihi Wasallam would seal up the prophets Yeah, here's a Bobby, but not Lorene, you feel the pain still From 68th Ave. to West Oak Lane feels With Cosmic Kev and Ran, that's my man Styles, I got 7, and Peedi and Bam Bam My lyric quota, will cause disorder across the water And all the boulders, even up in Minnesota Since The Roots put me on, I remain calm But stand strong, from 2-1-5 It's The Jawn! It's The Jawn! Bahamadia It's The Jawn! Gang Starr