Threats

1 Jean Grae
 I'll jack a beat from ya
 Take a little bit of heat from ya
 Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?
 Take the light from ya
 Redesignin' the song and when the mic enters
 The whole crowd sing along
 Just a like a duet, and who's got the best shit now?
 The technique, peep the new set
 And I don't mean two teets
 Never try to run up you dumb fuck
 This is an unusual musical, reconstructed
 You're lookin' at the new Harriet Tubman
 So all critics can suck this
 I don't care if you're the Gulf kid's mothers
 The hall kids lovin' ya, you're only fuckin' yourselves
 For 7 years they had me sittin' up on the shelves
 Never likin' y'all what?
 Like I wasn't tryin' to tell
 A little compensated but I still feel hatred
 Female, black and young so they wanna strip me naked
 But
 You'll never have me like none of my adversaries
 But catch me in Manhattan, frontin' like Halle Berry
 On the M.T.A
 Any time of the day
 Blastin' out the headphones, The Best of Jay
 You can't ignore me, I swear Jean is here to stay
 I'll pu a spell on ya
 You're startin' to look like bread
 From here to California, niggas will buy me instead
 Check the proper grammar
 Royal fuck with your head
 Ayo pause
 You know what the fuck I just said
 2 Chen Lo
 You can sound the drum for the champion
 Vocally legendary, mic legacy to y'all, I'm Mr. Extraordinary
 Upper K specialist, MC supremacist
 Bling nemesis, afro indigenous mic therapist
 Air play
 I'm all up in your face til it's my way
 Put the mic down, turn around, step away
 It's for official use only
 Surrender your stance
 Save the dance like you trespassed out your weight class on fight night
 I'm weighin' at the tonnage of sunlight
 With speed like your death with mic cords to your windpipe
 We bomb like Baghdad
 Nights you outmatched
 Totin' spears with the feathers attached
 It's combat, this ain't rap
 Jean will draw a line in the sand
 So we can usher in the true hip hop with heavy hands
 Rated African
 Heavenly syndicate
 We managin' and cause panic in any unworthy so they abadndonin' mic stage
 Radio waves, I think we all heard enough of the same
 Mundane over again, fuck all the fame
 As long as blood is blue in my veins
 I'll be rockin' with the best of 'em and changin' the game
 Ya heard?
 Hook