Still got that key to the city....
[Verse 1]
Uh..uh....uh
J-U, The hot shit, to hot to fall
I'm to ahead of my time kid, i stop for ya'll
In a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait
I'm so I'll i raise the dead when i rhyme at wakes
From the moment minute that my first verse caught your head
Years later you'll be buggin' off the thoughts i said
I'm lampin on the streat, my foot at the curb
Give me the illest concept, and i can put it in words
In all mics are used to support the subliminal
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No crews can do Juice, the mind state is pitiful
With me your goin need a million giga-bytes minimal
Niggas wanna rap, they in it for dough
But start hangin up when they sell minutes are low
I'm toed back off a couple Guinnesses though
I'll have people passin' out before I finish a show
Now you feelin' insecure when i grin at yo' ho'
I had her ass in the air kid, shit on the flo'
Now you tryin to swing your dough, so your women'll know
I fill Juice wit big-panik, put the gin on the flo'
Flows are the fattest, crazy rap status
Juice hold belts in all the fuckin' weight classes
I'm anti-subritity, i'm tryin to stay tipsy
I move at the speed of light, Blink, you missed me
Chorus:
From the mid-west, to the west
All sides of the U.S., lyrical to bless
No matter how it goes we fresh
You can have a scan-tron and still can't test, the best
Chorus 2:
From the east coast to the west,
The best side of the U.S., lyrical to bless
No matter how is goes we fresh
You can have a scan-tron an still can't test
[Verse Two]
I was told by the council, to lead the new millini
