All Day / Busted [One Take Version]

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Jarv

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I grab the mic like, “It is I, son!”
Cleverly rhyme, sever the ties when the time comes
And when tides roll and swell, I’ll be caught up in the current
Currently I’m sure to be working instead of worthless
Production is produced, seduction is induced
Under the fluctuating moods of the cuts and drum grooves
Just like the grooves in a record, I’m smooth with my gesture
Simplify the syllable and vilify my mind’s efforts
What is time? Does time exist? No?
Will it stop if I put a hole in that clock with my fist?
The fabric rips, the fabric tears
Flattened by the kick, cut in half by the snare
It’s the bass track that blows my face back
I’m in the speaker moving at light speed
You might need to replace that burnt fuse
Words move to the music in a free sense
We spend time creating rhymes with these pens, what
Yo, skull crush with a subtle touch
I bust ’til dusk, I guarantee I’ll tear MCs until I’m dust
But never dusted, I naturally function
On a higher level, f*ck that devilish and dumb shit
Up into orbit I’ma send it
Surrender to the sentence, exit through the entrance
Entranced fans demand pen tricks
Tear whatever the pen hits
Test the kid, expect to get slammed, hammered and dented
Sent it, like a full send, yanadamean?
Just gimme the microphone, I’ll shred an MC with ease
I’m the cool breeze rolling down your neck, giving you goosebumps
The new and improved dude raising the roof up
I like writing and I like making beats
Combine the two and then my cypher is complete
You want it free? naw, nothing’s free, f*ck the luxury
I’m doing whatever it takes to clip
And cut these fucking puppet strings
Don’t get mad at him, cat is anti-establishment
Haphazard inhabitants lack half of the acumen
Fracturing all you thought, even shit you thought you knew
Asking, “Who the f*ck is Jarv?” I’m asking who the f*ck is you?

I just wanna make beats all day, I just wanna make beats all day
I just wanna write rhymes all day, I just wanna write rhymes all day
I just wanna make beats all day, I just wanna make beats all day
I just wanna write rhymes all day, I just wanna write like right now, so check it out

If you really wanna sweat it, come and get it, kid
I’ll deaden your rep and jettison whatever resembles it
I’ll piss upon your silly-hoe style, so wild when I’m riled up
Put it on the file, I trust that you’ll never come back
Might get slapped with a vinyl
Sever the wack like Iron Mike snapped spinal
I’m through listening to what you’re telling me
I’m dwelling deep under the surface
And burning with hellish melodies
The furnace’ll roar, furnish a war with the weaponry
I’ve heard it before, laborator-style recipes are what I kick
Spit scripts until you split, when the thunder hits
Please heed warning, get up and dip, ya gotta go
I love flipping a sample with some upright
Uphold the utmost control of the mic
The blunts light themselves when my song comes on
I’m dumb tight when I write and I go on and on
Non-stop I throw statements, rolling in my spaceship
Getting top from your mom, GoPro taping
You know that I’m making average joe lame kids
So petrified, teeth-chattering, bone-shaking
Loe and behold my flows control souls
And ravages hoes’ holes, whole battling broke clones
I’m grabbing a choke-hold and tagging a foe’s toes
Imagine an old soul unraveling whole shows

Just wanna make beats all day, I just wanna make beats all day
I just wanna write rhymes all day, I just wanna write rhymes all day
I just wanna make beats all day, I just wanna make beats all day
I just wanna write rhymes all day, I just wanna write like right now, so check it out

Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step up, bitch, you’ll get cold busted
When I grab the microphone and bust it, what, what, what
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step up, kid, you’ll get cold busted
When I grab the microphone and bust it, yo

Busting lyrics on tunes I made
You triеd to sing along
And now you’re blue in the facе
What, you didn’t know I was a superhuman?
Baby, what the f*ck is you doin’??
Yo, c’mon quick, get your shit right
Bitch, zip your lip tight
I know you’re gonna trip when it’s in sight
Like, “No, he wasn’t ready!” The flow like a machete
Put holes up in his belly and windpipe
Ahh, well never mind ya
If you’re broke, I will assign ya’
Tough guys a size 9 to your vaginas
Rise up, nahh never that, stand down
I look ya in the eye and ask ya, “Who the man now?”
Damn, wow, Jarv is a freak
And he spouts more heat than a gallon of Knob Creek
Or Eagle Rare, if we so dare
We should take it to the basement
I’ll meet you there

Step your game up, don’t test the flavor
Check the way the rap activate a-
Pack of slack-jaws acting bad-natured
J stay smashing the place up
Yo, step your game up, don’t test the flavor
Check the way the rap activate a-
Pack of slack-jaws actin mad foolish
Staying uncouth, y’all knew this, yo

Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step up, kid, you’ll get cold busted
When I grab the microphone and bust it, what, what, what
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step up, bitch, you’ll get cold busted
When I grab the microphone and bust it, yo

Busting a pattern with immaculate short chops
That’ll have an MC chugging a gallon of Clorox
One thing that my style has in common with your mom
Is probably that it’s fatter than a warthog
You’re not ready to rock the style of a-
Top caliber cat cleaner than hand sanitizer
I’ma get ‘em all hooked when I sign a deal
And I ship rhymes like a rap Pfizer
I saw rappers dropping dead
Author’s orders the doctor said
Toxic waste, spewing sewage, y’all are sooo stupid
Leaving ‘em booting when I lace this
Instrumental with molten traces
Strumming a shoestring, fucking your face in
Leaving your bed frame with busted bracing
Y’all are basic, flood your basement
Talk to God, make love to Satan
Make some magic, madness made it
Call your momma, your daddy’s wasted
Karma caught ya, caught ya slippin’
Catch a bad one, talk some fiction
Pot to piss in? Fill the pot full
Make some cash flow, kill the gospel

Step your game up, don’t test the flavor
Check the way the rap activate a-
Pack of slack-jaws acting bad-natured
J stay smashing the place up
Yo, step your game up, don’t test the flavor
Check the way the rap activate a-
Pack of slack-jaws acting mad foolish
Staying uncouth, y’all knew this, yo

Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step up, kid, you’ll get cold busted
When I grab the microphone and bust it, what, what, what
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step up, bitch, you’ll get cold busted
When I grab the microphone and bust it like that

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