100 Bars

[Intro] Sometimes I gotta paint the pictures for y'all, you know Cause y'all got a whole lot of paint in y'all life But, y'all don't know what to do with that brush That's where J'sar come in, that's where I come in I create the theme music to your life, you know It's 6 billion people in the world, whole lot of theme music to make I got a whole lot on my shoulders dog [Verse 1: J'sar] I know some niggas, if they ain't drunk or high, they can't sleep at night I know some faithful bitches, they call me, they creep at night I be in situations make me say "I can't believe its life" What can I say, well I guess I'm happy to be alive I write this for the listener, so make sure I read it right Guess its on me if your ear don't receive it right Fuck if you ain't on drugs, thun, this could be your pipe My rap like a struck match if you need a light First and foremost, I believe in Jesus Christ Lord forgive me if he try me I'll delete his life Stairway to heaven, get to steppin', you gone see the sky Close range, blood vessels blown, weed is in my eyes Young nigga wise like I'm 'bout a hundred five I tell a broad get in the car if she wanna ride It's quite simple, feel no need to beat around the bush The only reason niggas meet you is to get the puss' I might lose a broad or two if they play this song But I don't give a flying fuck, a nigga major y'all You fast food dude, step beyond filet mignon I got some food that's on my plate and don't know what it's called I look out for you if you trying to rise, I put you on Ain't nothing free, but why the labels trying to rip me off Selling me the dream, throughout the week, seven different cars Marketing and distribution, all a nigga really want Jewelers on the conference call, but they don't hear me though I been knew this music shit ain't like the music videos You wack niggas only rapping, chasing cash get Reynold's wrapped, I split your fitted cap because I'm that nigga You heard of SARS, J'sar, I am that "iller" Don't let the clean image fool you, I'm a fuckin' nigga I'll break your heart baby I will fuck your sister And have a threesome if she bring your fine ass cousin wit' her Donald Trump ambition is in your stereo Fuck being broke my life need a new scenario Fifty foot yacht on the dock just to fuck a ho Somewhere off the coast floating over the Atlantic O I see y'all niggas nod y'all head like you heard something Police looking for me, trying to say I murdered something Think I'm taking steroids how I flex the verbal muscle You can hear this loud and clear if you deaf, word to Russell I rise a fist like Jesse Owens or Ron Simmons I be the type to game her right and have Robin giving How many times your heard a rapper mention Robin Givens Add a tally to the count because I just did it Pass the blunt to the speaker if you fuckin' wit' it Pour a little henny in the cup and you summon my spirit You want potent rap, careful what you ask for You OD, get revived, then ask for more Get familiar cause this rapper got his feet planted My presence on a stage will have them on their feet standing I take a beat, slam it, I had hoop dreams damnit Since a kid, watching M.J. causing teams damage We hit the courts, later on, we was hittin' 'ports Passin' shorts on a course for athletic divorce We used to play with no rules now these federal laws Get broken and we either see bread or the bars My whole crew survived, nobody deaded or gone Stories remain untold, can't be said in a song Prosperous, victims were obstacles It's possible, I own night vision binoculars I see green, if you want to call it jealousy I figure four ya into rigor mortis, you forever freeze And you'll forever be somebody we will never see 'less ya obituary got a picture by your legacy But, optimistically, a nigga out for music checks These hoes will fall for anything be having stupid sex Word to real you tell a bitch what she wanna hear You can get a suck, hit it from the front or rear I tell you this because I'm real and hope you step your standards up Otherwise, once I lay you down, I'mma stand you up You can call a hun'ed times, never get an answer once See you in the club, won't extend to hug or dance with ya You call it foul, the actions went around and came around I never seen a pair of spread legs that couldn't make me smile I wake up proud, take a shower, then she take me out I leave my wallet I ain't got to pull a payment out I'm well known, probably chatted with the owner once The chef, that's my mans, we be in the kitchen smoking blunts I leave the back high and ask the waiter where my table She ask me where I been and quickly follow with I hate you She paranoid, always thinking on some other shit Like I walked into the restaurant and found another bitch Imagine that, even though a nigga rather fly Well its possible because I'm mega-known to bag a dime A little bag of lah keep a nigga magnetized To the ground even though they say me ego in the sky And I can't even lie I won't even try I know a nigga nice yo Ty I need a light These mother fuckers better know the name J'sar Y'all knew what it was when y'all heard the first eight bars These phonies claim boss word they ain't made at all End up like Tommy DeVito but with the cameras off And when the hammer's drawn somebody hand the chalk To the hand that draw that outline of where you are Fakes heard this rhyme and they fainted, their mans 'a fan 'em off J apostrophe S - A - R, J'sar signing off