Jay Rence - The Don

And you might not
Not know bout me
But I'm about to take the cap off of any MC
And if any MC wanna hollar at me
Then they better get ready for that swish Kobe

I don't got no
No place to be
But I'm about to put Meddy on the map come see
All this workin OT got me high as can be
Mic check two three

I'm that young fresh pressed intellectual Don
Not dressin Louis Vuitton
Chillin my Sox hat Adidas sox on
Turn your blocks oblong and dry you out for the cleaners
Fiends you used to rollin with got no chill in demeanor

That's why you fuck with me now
I make cleanup much neater
Much needed reprieve some ease from the spill of the heater
Hot heads out here trippin I just whip a two seater
My beater rollin down the strip bumpin sub type sleeper

Fill a beaker when I'm cookin you might call me a chemist
Breakin bad ass flows I choose to hone in on those
Meanwhile all my basslines bring hoes by the droves
A flock of thots you might call em
Not thinkin action on those

God knows I got my hands full
Soulful and she handle
Herself with all the knowledge that she makin me a vandal
Bonnie she is to my modern day Clyde
A sexy modern day scandal in the dark we reside

And you might not
Not know bout me
But I'm about to take the cap off of any MC
And if any MC wanna hollar at me
Then they better get ready for that swish Kobe

I don't got no
No place to be
But I'm about to put Meddy on the map come see
All this workin OT got me high as can be
Mic check two three

Sicuramente and matter a fact
Cook my shit al dente
Boil sound I refract
I never react to the sound of a doomsday dawn
I go beyond and correspond with legends pass the baton

Takin all caps off
You yellin all caps on
But I'm def to it now
And now you blind like a pawn
I capitalize opportunity
Capsize immunity
I hunt for Red October
I'm Sean Connery this ain't new to me

I share a name with the bond
All my words is like bonds
And sure as word is my bond
This shure get burnt by the bon-fire
Cause shit feel more alive then the livest of wire
And killin mics my desire
A mercenary for hire

I mean I'm higher than the Boba Fett
Django unchained
Bet you would try and hold a bet that's flushin shit on your name
So in L's you remain
This the losers domain
Call me Pennywise I'm comin hunger made me insane

And you might not
Not know bout me
But I'm about to take the cap off of any MC
And if any MC wanna hollar at me
Then they better get ready for that swish Kobe

I don't got no
No place to be
But I'm about to put Meddy on the map come see
All this workin OT got me high as can be
Mic check two three

Cause I Rence this shit like a game of survival
You head bobbin so hard gettin cramps no Midol
I carry on for my idols
I'm spiderman to the vultures
Thought Phiff and J Dee in my top for the culture

I'm sic of other MCs out here claimin they the God Father
Obviously you not
Boy you smell like pot
The Don smell like tobacco mixed with your last thought
And I almost forgot
I got the bloodline to prove
My ancestors hit the folks that should choose to refuse

Master commander my summons
Send a crow for your summons
Rustle feathers cause the weather changin all of a sudden
Suddenly in a snap your spine snap no shruggin

That's like AVP
You might not see me
I'm cloakin sneakin in the back
Three dots all you see
No Xenomorph gonna prey on me
Best pray you'll be
Safe from R E N C E

Written by:
James Littier

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