J. Rawls

(feat. J-Live)

I ever tell you 'bout the time I had to solve this case
Some crab motherfuckers straight invading my space
It was approximately 8:47 pm
I was on my way home coming back from the gym
My muscles kind of aching
They felt rigid and stiff
But my mind was at ease from this Coltrane riff
Playing loud at a shop right on Fulton and Troop
Till a Jeep drowned it out with Xzibit and Snoop
As I get closer to the heazy, baby,
Certain parts of my body started acting crazy
My ears got to twitching, and my right hand shook
I had a sudden need for speed, so I decided to book
As I arrived on my block to see a bunch of kids
Scoping out my building,
Noticing the door wide open
I jetted up the stairs, past signs of forced entry,
Expecting to see my humble abode stripped empty
Yo, hell no!

Yo, my trip from the front door
To the second floor
Had me feeling so alone, embarrassed, and insecure
My worldly possessions that I cherished and prized
Flashed in a matter of seconds before my eyes
But not photographic, more like alpha-numeric,
You know, VCR, TV, Laptop, Z3,
VS, MP, LP, CDs,
RL, P&B, N-I-K-E
Not to mention USA or RC3C
To open up in DC
For Run-DMC
It's gotta be a nightmare,
Somebody pinch me!
But up the stairs I see,
My 10-speed GT
Right where I left it, rather bizarre
Still felt violated; my apartment door was ajar
As I stormed in thinking it's about to be on,
The window was wide open... but nothing was gone!
As I dashed to the edge,
Held my head past the ledge
I seen two hooded figures flipping over a fence
They was way beyond capture, so I took a step back
So I could figure this shit out cause it was getting' intense
The computer was on, file cabinets wide open
Bookshelves was tipped over; they searched, but ain't steal
Wait a minute! This picture from my built-in safe
Was slightly tilted to the side, I was beginning to feel
The same tingling in my ears and hands
Everything else in the house was there, so work with me one time
But my instincts failed me not, the safe was blown wide-open,
They stolen my priceless book of rhymes!
Oh, hell no!

Ah, shit! I been hit! Elizabeth, this is the big one
Fuck it, these niggers got me pulling out my big guns
So be it! They want it, they got it, but can't have it
Dagnabit! The last thing I needed was static!
But I got a briefcase for just such an occasion
So I grabbed it,
Jetted downstairs,
Hailed a cab
I knew the shit was gonna happen,
I was getting too nice
From the briefcase I pulled out a homing device
Three times better than Lo-Jack
These MCs is so wack
And now they gotta resort
To stealing my text?!
As I fixed on their position
For my intercept mission,
The cabbie was feather-footed, it was getting me vexed
As we headed towards Jersey, the signal got stronger,
Even in the tunnel I was right on they tail
A green Volkswagon had the nerve to blast Braggin' [???]
A dead giveaway, now watch justice prevail
I told the cabbie, Get closer, but he had no heart
Next thing I know we was, like, five blocks apart
But they was headed for the airport, the getaway plane
Traffic was getting thick, so I got out and ran
Followed the signal all the way to this private hangar
These niggers want to rendezvous with a Learjet
I drove a luggage cart to block the runway, to no avail,
They pulled out just in time but I'm not done yet
Yo, watch this!

You think you're getting away, thieves? I know every rhyme in that
Book. You got five seconds to turn around. It's like that? Aight then!
If I can't have it, no one can! (Explosion)

(feat. Grap Luva, J. Sands)

[Grap Luva]
Yeah, recognize the vocal cords, uh!
Grap Luva ya'll alongside Lone Catalysts

Yo check it out
Yo I refuse to lose even though I'm battered and bruised
They tried to black my third eye but I still come through
Crushin the lactose rapper, shoot with accuracy
Conscious cat that's dapper, yo it has to be me
But enough about myself cuz situations are real
Too many young cats be doing raw deals, you feel?
Getting caught with the tools of the trade
The plan is laid
Plus the trap been set, we ain't figured this yet
Still paper chasin ignoring the fight that we facin
No love for the ignorant, it's called playahating
Playas stay hated when they oughta be educated
Ego deflated, leave them lies unstated yo
We descendants of kings and queens
Instead of fodder for the cop scenes, know what I mean?
Can't form teams if we ain't thinkin alike
That's why you can feel my thoughts when I'm grippin this mic
Born to get right, born to be a part of the fight
Crushin negative auroas with my positive light
Standing strong like David with his sling and his stone
It's offical, the Prodigal Son has come home

[J. Sands]
Aiyyo I claim throne like Persian kings
My urban theme is to keep my culture pure and untampered like virgin queens
Never splurging cream
When I stack I'm merging dreams
Into one plan, rappers gettin this green's an urgent thing
Number one on the list, no need to front on this shit
It's a blessing I don't have to vic with the gun on the hip
Got enough ice in the freezer, don't need none on the wrist
Just trees and more Henny, that's how I come in this bitch
Just like ya'll man, I just wanted to flip
And hear myself on the air gettin spun in the mix
See you runnin the risk
Tryin to challenge J-S-A, N-D-S
Yo Grap, these nigga envious?
I'm like the friendliest
Love and peace to any with
The same back to me, that beef shit is wack to me
Because actually I find out the facts to be
That if you have beef, it's to the death naturally
And don't nobody wanna die over dumb shit
So don't front on me because of who I run with
We gotta teach these kids to say no to beef to live
Not by words, but by actions we can repeat the shit
Our brothas killing brothas
Because it only leads to one dead, one in jail
And another story to tell

[Chorus x2]
It goes hip hop, shoo bop doo wop
Put a hook on your mind and check the clock
And just do it, and just do it
And you know you got to just do it

[Grap Luva]
Free your mind and define what is true to you
Hold your plan tight, something like paper to glue
I keep it fool proof, set up a base for my youth
When it's all done, she's flying helly's off of roof
Big plans now, working my product against demand now
Takin breath before I take my steps
Now that I'm ready, I execute with great precision
On mission with Sands makin proper decicions

[J. Sands]
That are critical, Razor Sharp like Bobby Digital
Political, in all angles we stay pivtoal
Original, MC smooth individual
I'm down for Rawls, never wanna see my nigga pitiful
Ridicule, I do not, that's just my physical
The one who stared and played the judge and life is the fool
The plan is lyrical, we all just need to get along
And that's the formula of the song
Grap L-U-V in, Sands I'm MCing
While J. Rawls got the funky drums beating, check it out

[Chorus x2]

[Singing and chanting until fade]