J.R.C. and Calmerch - Question

Did this shit in one day the fuck they talking bout
What they on?


It’s just another day
But every time I rewind I’m reminded we ain’t made it yet
I’m so confused, It’s elusive the reasoning
That’s why I packaged all these tunes and shipped em out express

A single day to make it great that’s a light pack
A likkle faded started slurring gotta fight that
Got the munchies but can’t a take a break I might snack
Upon remains of MCs that don’t write back

That ain’t no diss, that’s a blip ‘pon the radar
Edgecution in its this bitch it’s boutta get rated r
Kill Tony with the bar about Churchill Downs
Feel like a western strode upon a horse with lit cigar

Merely spiriting a portrait bout my coat of arms
My colt revolver, my pen, my locomotive calling
Choo Choo, bless you ‘less it’s silent auction
Rip that Prada off him, Put him on display, like a aged filet

J.R. ranger with the bangers that’s my middle name
Lone gunman with a hunned styles, yeah switching lanes
Astroturf but these verses deep like real dirt
Digging up some shit, for me to re-unearth


See there ain’t much I haven’t found
Excavated my whole mind, and the gold has not run out nah
Issa battle for the south now
‘Fore I bring it all home, booking shows, first I’m south bound

She looking good enough to take trip to pound town
Know I’m bumping too much Pac, thats was a shoutout
Let me get my ass back to my own sound
So many flows do not know which way he’ll go now

So many __ (hoe$) they want clothes to bless they profiles
Not to please me, but to feed the creeps and ho followers
Neighbor please don’t wake me, hoe I’ll turn it louder
Make them believe, what they seeing is just internal problem

Gas lighting, I’m done fighting, I’ll just play
Their own game, I bend rules I’m just saying
Won’t play fair, will lay claim to advantages
You’re laying bare see-through you like thermals cameras


All in a day, creative effects of cannabis
Will innovate but estranged, like our candidates
I would debate but can’t promise that I will persist
Got too much music to mix, 3 hours plus add to this

At this point I’m cooking comfortably
Twenty songs in a month might exaggerate but lemme see
I stand corrected it’s even more not including beats
Include those I’d have another pack of Inner Peace

But no rush, not like MW2
No rust, this a drop in the bucket I got a few
Loaded up and waiting
Boy turn down the faders
It’s time to fade out, Cal merch made the beat I let it play out

Written by:
Jacob R Colon

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