TEMPER (feat. JMCEE)

TEMPER (feat. JMCEE) [Verse 1: JMCEE] Ruthless on the beat like I’m dyslexic Fuck Rufus and his click, yeah bitch I meant it Harry Potter on the mic like I’m demented (get it?) Holding grudges ain’t for free but you know that I resent it I ain’t a sailor but man I made it to the moon, Who are you? Stuck on ground level, that’s why you hella blue Like Sinatra, my team like phantoms that grab ya Pull up in a blacked out phantom, we might mash ya (hahaha!) You’re just a waste of space like a black hole Nobody is listening to your washed up rap flow Coast to the oceans like Zuu, you know we made it clash Just call lil Wheezus if you wanna make some cash (haha) I don’t do cannabis but smoke is cheap like blowing on a tree Eyes closed like the Chinese, so why’s he getting edgy Man I’m always on edge, bitch it’s the old JMC I said, bitch, it’s JMC, you know it’s me (know it’s me) [Verse 2: Young Gleason] Coming up, I was never really coming up for air, I recall a time where I, -ripe age of 9, started to write rhymes mostly all of the time, Poems incarnate, so you know I’ve been out of breath since that age-, -I guess making a career outta this has always been my grace, -Part of my destiny, now we let the most obsessed of these compare the best MC’s, Fuck that it’s jealousy, lacking the mere empathy to hear out a fellow G, it’s mental B. I can’t go a minute without some white guy telling me who to like, Antony Fantano sucked my dick, he said it was a 9, (haha). Fuck all of this- man that was never the point of rap, I miss the real clashes, not fake shit just to boost your crap. Like pushing fake Jordans or keys, rap is the new universal key, We give it to a bunch of typewriting monkeys, no talent NPCs. Rap like they’re the next incarnate of Marshall, they should be barred full, Grime artists too, I know quite a handful, Who never said RIP to dot when he died, still obsessed with beef, Fuck P Money but at least he had the G’s. So you know when I say I got the tempa, I ain’t talking T, I’m talking about all these washed up paper cut MC’s- Who create a false sense of identity, it’s proprietary, The game is a lump sum of shit and it’s getting scary. How the most bland tasting shit is getting Grammy nominations, While real motherfuckers will never make it, stuck in the basement. I think the system needs changing, fuck all the fake shit, And to anyone who compares or thinks they the best shit. Know there’s always someone better, that don’t mean it’s worthless, Just know you can improve and stay original like wurthers. One take JMC and YG, 26.