调：Ab major
Verse 1
Mo
Man,
J -U, I -C -E now nigga, it's
Ice now
Mo
We ain't even started our reign,
where my
Midwest motherfuckers
easy for me, we're
East
Coast niggas,
G
West
Coast
Ay yo, I freeze the
MC as quick as anesthesia
Believe I can take apart your
posse at my leisure
Juices shake the dust off
the sun like a seizure
And I see ya,
chillin' with them fake one of these ya
Carl
G's, my paragraphs produce the poison
Surreally I sketch the sensational,
improvisational flow
I bet you're stational, jock this
Jerusalem, I'm noosing em
I nail em to a cross,
trail em through the laws reducing em to ashes
dope alphabetically
Genetically, blink and see me scope
him energetically
Purposely,
I pound the pavement for positivity
Pads, I ponder walking for papes
Could end up killing me, cold blue
Headless, and his deadness
is now conspicuous
Shit, I stitch up a sentence, meticulously
So if you must bust me, do so
But whosoever does attempt to,
is movin' too
slow
With just bass and treble, I can erase your
level
the devil
With snapshots,
I'm pictured as the ruling
representative
be sinnin', kids
duck or get splashed
Big juice, I'm in the house
Damn right,
I leave a shaky hand and shaky mic
I'm only drizzlin'
y 'all can bring it to the juice
Damn right, I leave a shaky
hand and shaky mic
I'm bout to spit another stanza
Extravaganza, you won't have an answer
For the avalanche of stress I cause
veins of the loud niggas with
Ritalin
Shit, I stay calm, but when they bomb,
J -bomb, point blank
I use a heat -seeking napalm, pencil -sized bomb,
now your instruments are gone
implements you own
Thumbs get amputated and shit,
cause we unstoppable
Now holdin' that mic becomes
entirely impossible
The
Glock I pull eliminates the
other obstacles
Flows to keep and mesmerize a crowd,
I got a pocket full
I'm commonly referred to
as the bomb and we
Remain relentless,
defenses get tightened
Because we got the battle in
the trenches for fighting
On life I take notes,
break quotes into variables
Comparable to none, I stun,
Head trauma,
I kill the dead drama with the comma
I'm a tomahawk, the slowpoke to throw jokes,
the bomber flakes off
And
I'ma watch these flaky niggas flake off
Bm
G
The only way this challenger will blow up
is the takeoff or liftoff
It's more commonly referred to
These niggas got thought
I heard you plottin'
They soft enough to chill but hard
enough for causin' mad shit
usin' all my fabric
Fuck these record labels and fuck
AR
JR
Well I'm notorious,
Wigger
Brothers
Crack the ground and the soft kicks fall
And
Northridge
Mall
So get off my pro,
Does
rip him in the end?
Yes
No matter where you from,
Big
Juice will come and floor you
You better check your ego, nigga, or
I haven't even started my reign,
I'm on the drizzlin'
Big
Juice, I'm in the house, damn right
I'm on the drizzlin'
y 'all can bring it to the juice
Big
Juice, I'm in the house
Damn right, I leave a shaky
Big
Juice, I'm in the house
Bandaging
MCs
Damn right,
Big
Juice, I'm in the house
Bandaging
MCs
So whoever won the battle,
y 'all can bring it to the juice
Big
Juice, I'm in the house
Bandaging
MCs
Damn right, I leave a shaky
head and shaky mic
Outro 1
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