Deeyumm - Jarv

Bump that

Dumb phat

Type shit- I write and flip it on a fun track

Son I bust ass

If you must ask

I don’t succumb to that wack, Jack- Fuck that

It’s that real shit

That’s got me feeling

Almost better than an inward heelflip

That I landed

Goddammit

I’m so fresh, I confess, I can’t stand it

Yo, listen up

Lend me an ear, hear me clear like crystal

A billion kids hit with missiles

Multi-syllabic packed, ‘till we can pack houses

I’ll relax, kicking that new flava out the mouth shit

Yes, yes- I confess I am dirty dog

Sticking dirty broads, age 30 and above

Gimme love if you’re loving it

Nothing other than punishment

I’m finna furnish a person for sleeping on my fucking shit

A bird in

The hand is

Worth two in the bush

A picture’s worth a thousand words

I got naked chicks writing books (what?)

A bird in

The hand is

Worth two in the bush

A picture’s worth a thousand words

But y’all only care about the hook

So get hooked like

Jump back, kiss myself

I wanna jump back, kiss myself

Done dealing with you peons

So god deeyumm dope that I’ll dis myself, uhh 2x

Like, uhhh, I’m the best local rapper, fuck Jarv, man- half a verse- half a

fucking band for a verse- you must be starving Nathan Jarvis, yo gibberish,

gibberish, gibberish, yo check it out, check it out

Yo, chicken

Bacon

Pizza and a beer

My name

Is Nathan

The women think I’m weird

But that does

Not bother

Me, really, it’s okay

‘Cause these chicks talk heaps of shit

But at least they know my name

Say my name, say my name when no ones around

Stroll to my house, baby- Let’s throw down

I’ll go down, you go down- Merri-go-round- Plowed like a driveway

I’m tryina see holes- Shia La’migraine

I stay flyer than fire paint on a bi-plane

High stakes wire-attire finding what sire say

Hi Nate J to the A R V I S

I confess I’m the best-dressed mess

A bird in

The hand is

Worth two in the bush

A picture’s worth a thousand words

I got naked chicks writing books (what?)

A bird in

The hand is

Worth two in the bush

A picture’s worth a thousand words

But y’all only care about the hook

So get hooked like

Jump back, kiss myself

I wanna jump back, kiss myself

Done dealing with you peons

So god deeyumm dope that I’ll dis myself, uhh 2x

Baby here I am, I’m a man on the MIC

The technology may be a little outdated, but baby, buy my CD

If I put your name down on the list

Bitch, you better not miss the show

And girl, don’t ask me to sleep in your bed

If you don’t want me taking off my clothes

So this part, originally, I had this other little thing that I wrote and,

ya' know, after some time had passed, I decided I fucking hated it,

so why not just take it out, right?

And talk to you for some reason,

but I’m gonna leave this next part in, shoutout De La Soul and Prince Paul

Will rise, not fall

What is up y’all, I’m Jarv

I’m gentle, yet mental when I kick that raw