jean grae the illest
Ayo, i burn my bridges with a blow torch
a rebel born from verbal holocaust
dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off
the swiftest stealth assassin snipe you
from balcony shots of terrorist position
professional from the opera box
rhyme documents infamous like the
Bill of Rights, illa tight, having niggas
open like the thrill of dykes Jean Grae,
yakuza, mass murderer, friends who got
the dirt on her, foes who never heard of her
wild style, my mouth bomb the train up, i spit
Krylon in five colors, when i speak i spray my
name up, split your wig up like Denny and Bruce,
splash your remains and brains out on the street
like Henny and Juice, noose your neck and loosen
your spine from back, shift your spleen, rip til it's
just obscene, from down town swinging in New York
illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl
like a nigga what?