Jump Shot - Jonwayne

No haste, set my own pace

To pack’em in, and stack’em

Right down the middle, fiddler on the roof

Like a satellite, pour another pitcher

SPF-60

Slick, buff the beat

Shine, keep the SPF with me, heat

I’m the G.O.A.T bleating on the beat

Bleed and mope

Coat check the door of this Rocky Horror Picture Show

Who’s more blessed to best’em

No veterans, they waiting for the «L» like Tetris

Gotta be hungry, starving for the part

Lion and the wolf guard

Snacking on these sheep

No lies, slide with more sides

Than a decagon with a deck of cards

So clean with this rhyme

Uh, that it’s next to God

Rock sandals like the right hand next to God

My right hand, right barbs when I’m pressing hard

The right man for the job, do your job

When I enter the room just don’t forget to turn the mic on

We ready to go?

Write a track without a hook

And now it’s ready to blow

That’s cause everything I say is like an earworm

Unfolded in your brain, like you almost forget to hate

My ass when they say my name

Seeing’em- I got your kittens smitten

When I open my wallet I coulda sworn

I heard a ribbit, I’m trippin'

I’ma brand new religion where plain

And sight is like a brand new cryptic

I’m with it, spend my days mic grippin'

Recite rhymes, thick enough for the tights rippin'

Final form from the boards

Hoarding all these beats for myself

Don’t compare you to me

That ain’t good for your health

And you scared to be me

Jump shot, one foot, one mic

One brood that could

Look now at this captain, I’ma stand over

These rappers 'til my rap is understood

With an Advil in my head

And an anvil in my foot

I’ma grind 'til these people

Think that I’m a Freemason

I’ma pyramid, singles 'til

They hit in every station

Like I’m hearing shit

Head on up your ass

You been hearing shit

But it ain’t your business why I been acting mysterious

I can manifest my mental bungee jumps

Into a tale of caution

While these hands tremble marathon

With relay pace often

God send is an odd one

All this water’s laced

And the raw beef on my napkin

Dinner plate, God is great

Said I lay on fire baking cakes

On top of club flyers

I aspire, maybe to be

More than some wires

Maybe I should put my phone down

Before the vice versa

And VICE writes a piece

About my over hyped verse

My cousins probably heard this

Like they never heard me speak before

Blessed be these words like you never

Heard a sneeze before, this little heart

Of mine got the jaws of life

I’ll put’em by this mic

And try to open every mind

And door, my gut is kinda core

These rappers lying, poor

Now they line the floor

Sine wave, grindin'

All they diamonds raw

The only dotted line I’m

Signing is mine

I’m an Author every line is like

A shine on my light

(We ready to go?)