JET LAG - Year of the OX

Major impact

Y.O.X.

moving I made your head crack

We all over the place

My new name is now «when'd you get back?»

JL don’t stand for John Lee

It’s short for Jet Lag

Bag weigh 'bout 60 pounds

Old clothes, man I left that

Fuck an uber

Mark in a Buick back where we left at

Grab a couple drinks in Flushing then rush down to LeFrak

I don’t care when the next at

As long as they take care of the team

With couple green bottles some weed and the check fat

Underground king, money coming in like I’m Bun B

You’re doing your thing when you see 4 seasons in one week

You know you on a streak when the rest weak

But you keep killing

Shot a video last week in the streets of East Village

Scold youngin', he ain’t lowered the blunt as the cops passed

The «I don’t give a fuck» mental' will only get you caught fast

You have be on point especially when you rock the YOX mask

Represent that next level shit, you must have forgot that

I’m the moment they finally show you the monster’s face

You’re not gonna want to miss this

This is neither the time or the place for convincing

This is win-win's

Reinventing the methods we been did

Been this since

Clicking ink in the Kid Pix and getting my shit kicked

For sticking middle fingers up at the big kids

Fuck a lesson

I wasn’t meant to be nothing but upper level

Everything thing uppin' the level of thinking ever since «Seven Rings»

Never predicted

Surviving in any conditions

An ox can roam around and keep going for any distance

So YOX can go on tour and then tour again in a blink

And make an album in the winter then tour again 'til its Christmas

This is what you wanted right?

That 9−5 sound

And you astounded

Cuz now you found some guys who finally done it right

We got a name that you’ll be hearing a lot

Now welcome to the decade of the Year Of The Ox

Yo

People gonna talk, I don’t care so I let em carry on

We bout to be in the air, me and J are carrying a carry on

Drinking a perrier reclinin' the chair and we already off

Why’s your hand in the air?

Cause I need a beer and a Evian

Your attitude gets shifted when your altitude gets lifted

They ain’t mad at you cause you’re gifted

They just mad they haven’t did shit

It’s a different kind of high while they shoutin' lines as you kick it

And its a different type of fly when you know your rhymes bought the ticket

STAY FLYING

International demand for the YOX

Landed in Canada still got Hawaiian sand in my socks

Still got 'em standing in shock

Still can’t manage to walk

A still picture couldn’t capture just how bananas it got

About as nutty as Buddy Love from the Nutty Professor was

Without a fuck to give about the damage it brought

And without a fuck to give about what anyone knows

Things are going where we said it would go

IT’S Y O X