¡Jay Hill! - JASON HILLARD

We smokin dung beetle
We smokin trees where they hung people
I don't believe in being unequal
But some guns only stun people
We in the league where they shun people
Gassed up like they run diesel
Gassed up like it's self service
Last ones headed off the curb when it gets urgent

What's it got to do with me tho

I ain't dancin with you animatrons
Always got your fuckin cameras on
Jason hillard I'm-
Easygoing, sleeping knowing I dont need opponents
Poc had speakers blowing at oktoberfest where even negroes had the lederhosen
Who gon lead the hoes in?!?
Freely flowing, breathing open
Used to get down at the mock, I looked like figuero
I breach enclosures
Eagles poachin
Weasels hide behind the easel posin
Totin beams to seem imposing

Whats it got to do with me tho

My fascination with the ephemeral bleeds
Into my dedication to the analog
I like my hand involved
Well rounded and impactful like a cannonball
Ain't rhymin for the sake of ritalin or adderall
Otomo katsuhiro I get mechanical
I guinea pig a rapper turn em to collateral
Like it don't matter at all
Scientific method
Either you experiment or gettin subjected
You can tell by my arm I'm bringin different questions
Aint no question in my city im a living legend
And I live to spread it
And give my niggas credit
Bitch I live
Couldn't tell you how I managed but I did
Im a living legend
And I get to spread it
Couldn't tell you what I did, but give my niggas credit

(moulz and mel of the "Rap rankings" podcast say I look like this AI generation of drake as a Yu-Gi-Oh! player...They're kinda right)

Written by:
Jaylen Hill

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