Simple Words

[Verse One: J-Love] I'ma let you know the deal, expose the real I'm cold as steel, so chill and check these flows I spill No deal My lines makes MC's lose they motor skills So ill I rhyme at your open mic and close the bill I focus in and flip raps like flap jacks And back track with Bono while you screaming "Where the DAT at?" The rap pack Pack a club like nap sacks Attack wack rappers that lack tracks with back slaps Well that's that, here comes the truest prophets J-Love and Louis Logic, you be stupid thinking you can stop it Got food for topic, we be eating MC's Call me MC J. Dahlmer, eat the meat off your knees I freak it with ease while you peeping my steez, creeping with thieves Drinking the trees, my e-y-e's Vietnamese Y'all be Deep in a freeze, going iced out like Cryogenics Go and try and set it But you're on some sweet shit like diabetics [Scratch Hook from Mobb Deep's 'Shook Ones Part II'] "Your simple words just don't move me" "Don't make me have to call your name out" "Ya minor" [Verse Two: J-Love] I'm drinking beer till I'm thinking weird, suddenly disturbed With two shots down next one will be my third I'm a runaway, flasher, upsetting' innocent by passers Cause I refuse to put my gun away Buyin' beer and cigarette's and for the underage Puke into the sound booth and dive from the stage I've become enraged, from sticky summer days Of working for the man underpaid I could give a fuck in each instance To ever reach the distance Travelling on the path of least resistance Cause when the beat is finished I still continue rhyming With the breakthrough shit like I'm spilling into hymen Logic is a sick fuck who love's to get his dick sucked by rich sluts And wipe my nuts off on their big bucks I'm too mixed up with motherfuckers on the slide Flipping you the bird with your mother in my ride [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Louis Logic] I was baptized in adulterous, orgasmic juice With an attitude that's flat lining your pulses Chastised as the, ultimate cultist Drink a river of liquor until my liver convulses [J-Love] Yo I'm, switching the voltage cause these rhymes is too hot Heard for two blocks in your boombox when J and Lou rocks So who got, huge props? Trying to diss us? Oooh gods I spit shit so ill I need a flu shot [Louis Logic] Sharper than [?] faces But I'm suicidal And liable to hang myself if my shoes got laces Chilling in two hot places Hades and Hell Planting seeds with a sign that reads "Babies For Sale" [J-Love] There ain't no ladies in jail, son I can't get locked up Feeling boxed up, I live free through beats that chopped up I pop up in battles and open mics Provoke a fight then get ghost like Poltergeist [Scratch Hook]