800 The Jewell:
When the sun drops all hell is breaking loose, these streets can make you feel like your thuggin on a noose. Looking over your shoulder hoping that nobodies there, real talk I've asked for help but don't nobody care. So I continue to strike with a rap thats full of burden, I gave instructions the first time but still nobody heard me. War paths, blood baths a sticky situation, dear god will I last blast with no hesitation. I'm passionate homie I'm down to get mine, drop a gram in water with baking soda to get mine. And go and get it you know that I'm always down, when in the streets bring my chuckwagon homies so I'm a clown wit it. My product is purer than most so take it slow. Let me light a cigarette and puff a little endo. So inter venous and rapidly hit the play button, I got the mile high stuntin.
Hook Mr. Groove:
Since you demand I supply, so go on search me out cuzz I got that fire. My rhyme is like the purest of cain, pushin that weight cuzz I'm heavy n the game. I got freebase for the streets, and every track causes sheer extacy, I'm your addiction for my product you fiend, they say it keeps on callin, it just keeps callin me.
Mr. Groove
I got that Escobar flow, I traffic 16's each verse is like a brick of blow 36 zones of dope. I'm heavy on the octane no additives contained, just pure and uncut injections for the veins. The public love it when I pump that base so I pump that base down to the very last eighth. I put the competition to sleep like deprovan, now watch me give the nation a rush like lady heroin. My music is the madness manufactured for your addiction and I'm the pusherman pitchin, come get you a fix. Promethazine spit cause the brain to slow it down, next song its Amphetamine I call that L.A. Turnaround. I got what you need like Freeway I supply the demand, that's why you're feening for this lyrical contraband. This Hangman/Jewelltyme mixture is a potent dose, thats bout to light the bombest of smoke so take a toke niggaz.
800 The Jewell