Intelligence And Violence lyrics

You have dug your own grave if you say you wanna battle
Don`t you know your in trouble up the creek with out a paddle
Cause I keep getting better
I`m tougher than leather
I`m rated number one and I`ll rain forever
Some people wear silver and some wear gold
But then I`ll snatch it off your neck and diss you cold
It`s like a fantasy, it`s irony, my rhymes go down in history
Hit my boys proven with the freshest termenology
Know more words then a pocket dictionary
Got more information then your local library
Some girls I`m kissing and others I`m dissing
But you don`t know what you been missing
Make a fresh tongue twister
Could give your tongue a blister
If you see it my way then there`s a chance you`ll diffa
Give a sigh then you cry then you say good bye
Don`t even try, don`t reply, then you want to die
I make you rhyme though it`s time
Committe an innocent crime
It`s the truth no excuse a visual rhyme
Dissing you, to battle me you bit off more then you can chew
Tearing up the scene distructor van vew
The way I`ll leave you more puzzled then arubics cube
Wanna battle the best your gonna die like the rest
Wait I`ll crush your bones and rip up your flesh
You can do what you want but leave the rhyme to the skills
Cause every person that don`t listen is a sucker that kills
And when I first started rapping I set some goals
To rock your mind, your body, and of course your soul
Now when it comes to these goals I have now achieved
So for all you none believers it`s TIME TO BELIEVE
Take it to the Violent Side
Violent J yo homeboy I`m packing a punch
Knocked out Greg on the mothafucking Brady Bunch
For no parareasial that`s my attitude
Fuck off gold dick I don`t rap for gratitude
You`ll remember my name after I get the shot
Don`t laugh now bitch tie your lips in a knot
Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military
Legal freaks hanging like a mothafucking dingle berry
Yo, I like big fat fucked up freaks
I`m waxing that anus and I`m slaping her butt cheeks
Hey yo the J stands for Joe
Violent straight up means that I`m a mothafucking psycho
Reputation like Jason on the southwest side
Shot 47 times boy still ain`t died
In the LA roads pumpkin gangsta codes
Selling yayo part time selling stereos
Yeah boy and my tape comes with them
When I stole the radio my tape was already in them
Life style of a muthafucking scalowag
Throw a fist if ya throw me a mag
I`ll use it cause ya never know I`m packing a gun
Straight up young one you don`t want none son
Fuck those talking shit fucking seem to quit
Talking shit about the tape and don`t make them say shit
Young caucasions raising hell on our tape
Impersone Violent J I`ll crush your head like a grape
Talk shit about my posse hope you have a ball
When I see you I`ma slam your fucking head in the wall
Intelligence and Violence (repeat)
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