Key to the City

Still got that key to the city.... [Verse 1] Uh..uh....uh J-U, The hot shit, to hot to fall I'm too ahead of my time kid, I stop for y'all In a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait I'm so ill I raise the dead when I rhyme at wakes From the moment that my first verse caught your head Years later you'll be buggin' off the thoughts I said Now I'm lampin' on the street, with my foot on the curb Give me the illest concept, and I can put it in words Analog mics are used to record the subliminal Pro Tools chapped em soundwave and make em digital Flow cool Juice'll do the mic something pitiful For me you're gonna need a million gigabytes minimal Niggas wanna rap they gettin in it for dough But start hangin up when they cell minutes are low I'm toed back off of a couple Guinnesses though I'll have people passin' out before I finish the show Now you feelin' insecure when I grin at yo' ho' I had her ass in the air kid, chin on the flo' Now you tryin' to spend your dough, so your women'll know I'm still Juice but big Panik put the gin in the flow Now the flows are the fattest crazy rap status Juice hold belts in all the fuckin' weight classes I'm anti-sobriety, I try to stay tipsy I move at the speed of light, Blink, you missed me [Hook] From the Midwest, to the West And all sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed No matter how it goes we fresh Cause you can have a scantron and still can't test, the best [Hook 2] From the East coast to the West The best sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed No matter how it goes we fresh Cause you can have a scantron and still can't test, the best [Verse 2] I was told by the council, to lead the new millinium One ounce'll have your skin chippin' like a pentium 3 processor, nobody floss fresher My style very day to day like a cross dresser (Whoo) Juice at the club, your whore I macked her She forgot she had a man until the morning after Bones and vocal cords get torn and fractured She said comparin' us was like before and after Juice bust 'em out, flush 'em out, what's the fuss about I kick lines other cats can only cuss about They say Juice is on the lose, have you seem him I'm day and night and every hour between 'em I'm on some Mary J. shit, nigga this is my life Tape so hot they had to wrap it up in dry-ice So having any thoughts about winnin me God Is like tryin to save a game without a memory card And in case you didn't know, I'm paid to hijack your motorcade Try to wave to the crowd I'm blowin off your shoulder blade Your chance to live is at a very low percentage Your so close to death that you can see your own image A amateur, lost to a professional Now they dissconnectin you from all that bullshit you was connected to I need no remorse, I had to diminish 'em In Mortal Kombat I had the crowd screamin' "Finish him" [Hook 1] + [Hook 2]