Stand Still - Jarv

Y’all feeling me right?

I’m bombing on the track like an artillery strike

Riddle me like Jimmy in Batman Forever

My rhythm is tight- Really, I might scatter and sever

I smash on the bitch to the beats that hit

My speech heats the house when it leaves my lips

Keeping it fully equip to spit and split wigs

Kids' all up in the comments like, «Why is he not big?»

I take not a bit, not do I give a shit

Just give me the microphone, I’ll start it and I‘ll finish it

Been legit, sick, nasty- Whatever adjective you wanna pass me

I’ll gladly smash, packing a trash heap

Of words in the cranium- They rattle in my skull

If I challenged you to battle, you would have to say no

Your flow’s like a woman at her time of the month

But, kid, I’m masculine as fuck when I’m rhyming and stuff

Hymans’ll bust when I bust, trust me

Dusty beats crushed underneath the force

Formidably breach beats with a speech, sleek, smooth and it’s slick

You can admit no one’s doing it smoother than this, bitch

Yo, come on, stand still

I don’t drop bars, fam- I drop anvils

Upon your headtop- Flex less, the best got tested

When I rock, place bets and set clocks

Unable to spring ahead?

Better fall back

When real heads reclaim earth and serve cats their eviction notices

Time winds down, you’re tik talkin' a lot

But you’re not making a sound

Wow, how do I do it?

I confound the-

Crowd, keeping ‘em moving, I move under-

Ground, get a plate, son- The taste is sweet

Arrange bass in a basement- You face defeat

I steady flip intelligent, hella legible, clever skill

If you don’t get it- You gotta be kidding, kid- You never will

I’m an intellectual, yet most cats say-

Being an intellectual is so passé

Hey, pass the peas like they used to say

Grab your booster seats, I got moves to make

Now usually, you could try to use your weight

But me and you ain’t equal, I give crews a break

Fools flocking to sell souls

You rocking it?

Hell no

Crews drop when the bell tolls

So hot that I melt foes

Burnt Fetish, yelling like Kelso

Even Ellen went and fell upon my elephant elbow

When I batter a flow pattern average Joe’s scatter

I’m smacking ‘em with a bag full of batteries- No laughing

A whole stack of them jacking me- These Jokers' getting mad-

When queens circle the king like rings ‘round Saturn

Step stride for the time is nigh to find anyone

Thinking they rhyme sicker than I

C’mon, give it a try, you thinking you guys got what I got?

If you decide to try it, you’ll be lying in a pine box

Rappers selling out with sad attempts at staying relevant

I ain’t walking out the room without acknowledging that elephant

Heaven-sent, Hell-bound

Hell-bent hell-hound

Ready to bring the whole goddamn industry down

But will I make it?

What is making it?

Gosh

I’ll know I made it when I go skating with Aesop rock

I’ll know I made it when I stop being compared to Eminem

When, aside from my complexion, there ain’t a speck of resemblance

It’s not a dis, but he ain’t in my top 5

It’s probably Slug, Q-Tip, Slick Rick, Del and I don’t even know

It doesn’t matter, it’s the point I’m tryina get to

I learned my half my flows from big L and Chip Fu

And if I don’t get where I hope to be, I’ll go, «Oh well»

What should I expect?

Lyrics and flow don’t sell

But I ain’t worried about a gall-dang thing

As long as I got a beat, I got a story to tell

Or I’ll just talk some shit, whatever