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Verse 1:
90’s was the shit not saying that cuz I was a 90’s kid
80’s I gotta admit it, Jackson and Jordan was killin’ it back when
70’s was tragic

rap, but I aint a Hindu
Finna hit the mic like Joe Jackson
Nigga I scrap like throwback, son
Still fuck 12 like aint no ruler
Nigga my bars make you call

acknowledge is Teanna bitch
Old friends like let me hold something
Complete strangers, I think I'm yo' cousin
Even though, I'm in love with sin like Joe Budden

How could you hate n****s, but you motherfuckers like trump
Call me Joe Jackson the way I'm fucking the Mic up
N****s still talking my downfall is their

by the wayside
East side, High
Joe Clark with the chains
Take em off, like it's night time
Sight beyond sight like I crime fight
Lionor with the sword

Jackson five, give me one more chance
Ben E. King , stand by me
L'R&B moderno e la voce di Alicia Keys
Pronti o no? come Lauryn Hill e The Fugees
Passata la

squash it
We don't retreat
Always rappin
What u gonna cop
But be broke by next wk
Quit ya habit
Be a savage wit ur hustle
Fuck sleep
Get some money
Learn

Joe Jackson by the wrist
I'm whipping extra
If you ever played me once
I'm taking extra
If you ever talking funk
My niggas extra
My amigo fuck with

the advocate
Two words don't go together: Joe and depression
But possible with hopeless objections, motion suppressions
Besides, there's a reason why lawyers

be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe

Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it

It's on his chest, he ready to go to war 
His mama bought him Soldier Rees
I'm ridin' by myself, or the devil
Until Lil' Joe is free

Ain't got

got all the flow
I owe myself for all the credit
I'm not thanking a foe
I got it now you best believe that
By tomorrow I'll be doin
My Show
That's how

I just took a test, it's soundin' like my shit go stupid, lil' bitch
I got like ten percent more left on my to-do list
I rolled by with my old car,

I don't wanna hear it
No, let this be a lesson
Close your mouth and go into your room like I suggested
I'm a get real Joe Jackson in a second

Steppin' Out  - Written By Joe Jackson

Now
The mist across the window hides the lines
But nothing hides the colour of the lights that shine

counting it up got accountants I’m up Bout my paper but my fam they get the most 
You might need the Heimlich I swear they choke 

I’m Lamar Jackson

presidents, John Calhoun was the VP
Martin Van Buren gave Jackson his loyalty
Nine, Johnson struggled 'cause one of his slaves he married
John Tyler served

Dbum dbum dbum soft ass got trucked by Ry
Max is so gay
Aye we fuck for free

How you get exposed playing never have I ever
Got my first kiss in

give a shit, people come and go
It's 24/7 "fuck it" mode
I'm not a player like Pun and Joe (Yeah)
I just happen to crush a lot
Going for rounds like

like me
You play around, nigga, I'll Joe Jackson this beat
You busy blind in the streets
Tryna act like you see
But you dickride niggas, codependency

of Cochise
By Joe Jackson

Should've hired a private eye but they're taxing
Would've gave my friends a try but they're not assassins
No casket but want

nigga rappin' like he knows the captain
Bought on no shit about no Joe Jackson
Those facts, you broke rapper
Niggas be mad how my approach dapper
Don't

Nigga, uh, uh, uh
Put a bitch on a bitch and a bitch on a strip
Extra chips with the dip, extra clips for the stick
They my sons, Joe Jackson, come

a drug is a drug
Take that till I feel numb
Came back with a steel lung
Thought it wouldn't hurt this much by now
Still does, no such thing as real ones