This beat is Gripp's, he's my rap Jedi master
He turned me to a poet, didn't know I was a bastard
I'm a bad seed, and Gripp, he's the one who planted him
And you know Obi-wan had some big plans for Anakin
But don't start panicin', cause I ain't Vader yet
Waiting for my Sidious to sign me when he plays this shit
But I ain't made it yet, well not the whole way
It's Jack of Co.Z, Kush & Snow Day
Flowing, feeling like I'm swimming in aquariums
Trying a get a Gripp, as the patrons keep staring in
My sounds seem submerged so I'm blaring em
Lungs need some air in em, samples I ain't clearing em
So you can sue me bitch, check out how I'm doing this
You're prolly jealous cause I took your song and fucking ruined it
'Cause now they'd rather hear my rhymes than your wack lines
Like I'm trying to take your vehicle, bitch it's Jack time
So blow a phat line, or roll a thick J
Or just get high on life, it's Kush & Snow Day
Me, I'll be wu banging, cocaina in my blunt
Tryin not to let it kill me, 'cause I think that living's fun
Now that was positive, but this a mixtape
You'll catch me claiming that I'm hottest and your shit's fake
Now you all relate, or you can take a dick
J A C K, you're gunna love this shit