yo, say you spray demeanor when you're faying like Tinanquit the sic-talking with kids bopping, so float onnhip-hop is so on, can't miss it in the sitcomsnand the big problem arises when it's me that super-sizesnwho's riding? who's rising? who's writing about it?nthere's more than one bible if your into soundwavesnnowadays, i'm live-in', i mean living in the livenon the stage while performance and no, it ain't wisenever put a hooker on a chorus? keep your brain wetnon the cut like a swordfishnstreet kids lived in bars, half-orphansna crew that needs 5 mics...whatchu doin trying to source us?nwell, you see how that went and i went like George didnwhere everybody knows my namenusually not my bourne one with short sons and tall daughtersndon't bother, do much more than pour bottlesnni gotta new religion, well don't read into itnin fact, don't read, don't write, don't type, don't hypendon't prop, don't talk, don't bite, don't don'tnyou won't won't make a double negativenanother relative in a long line of open-minded intelligencenwhich felt like mic stands in exhausted right handsnhey!...i'm just kidding, i'm jayson kidding aroundnlike my wife beats me up and my mistress takes me downngood clean fun from the last arbiter of soundnand i talk in dirty verse and possessive pronounsnnow sit, it use to be i wanna be your dog nnow it's who let the dogs out? you wanna call outnbig red hands, i'm new killer falloutnstall now, dilators stick to me like flypaperntime of day, no time to datenthis goes out the criming cause in china npages water ella flambe....in their veinsnnyo it's silly how they get bro, all rappers talk aboutnis they're condition like Lenny from Mementonheart made of arson, try to play me don't start son!nbeats on the daily like Carson, beats so they play me on Carsonnor do i mean Leno? No, Conan, cut it out! get with the programnfor as long as i've lived, i'd say i've been a barstarendon't try to play me out, it's just not Renaissance Fairni'm costume baller, dressed like a grown-upni'm a weather balloon that just got blown-upni told the homie Jon, made albums just recordsnwe don't play chess, only play checkersnhe hears my songs and later wants to see the versesnso i hang with the idiot like i was Ian Curtisnthe boy likes your hair but why do you wearna buckle on your dresses? please explain it to me, Jessn