Son - Jarv

Don’t ya' mind people grinnin' in your face

Get hip to the bullshit, get wise to the games, ride straight-

And maintain, don’t stray, stay, remain patient

When separating the real from the fakes

Little snakes slither hither with a bitter plan to wither

My continually growing, soul-eroding flow elixir

Shed your skin, bitches- I spit and rattle off the richter

Reimburse your cover charge

And then you’ll leave covered in blisters- I’ll fold ‘em quicker

Mister mister made me laugh when he began to shake and shiver

Couldn’t take the blizzard blastin' so pass them-

Yeah, them props- Pass 'em over here my dear

The wrath is something you can’t fathom in this stratosphere

I’ll gladly tear your ego into shreds and separate the two sides of your face

Who lies and awaits the time to die at the stake

It’s not a dis bitch, I dismiss your whole phony craft- Wack

Grinnin' in my face, talking shit behind my back