You Dont Know

Black people raise up

Anger management cases to the front line
Your day's up, children
I hope y'all didn't quit your day jobs
Been in it, hosting shit like Canadian Asians host SARS
I'm kidding
Nah, really, pa? You're fibbing, you rented your car
I'm spilling these phrases like seizure waitresses holding trays
It's the great miss, the most endangered species on the playlist
Hey, pay this, you fucks

No need to pay for a facelift, you sluts
You slept, stupid, I'm more dangerous than Michael's face is
I cut through it like a machete's built on my tongue
Leave you stitched up like Eeyore with your teeth all gums
You weak whore
The meek inherits now but I speak veteran prose
Like I'm Tom Cruise in a wheelchair with my pants all sewn

Now how many times do I need to explain?
You faggot Hannibal Lecter niggas, you all eat brain
I will damage your whole system, hack into your mainframe
Crack your bones like I'm cracking computer codes, I am not playing

I am not done spraying, nigga, give me my mic back

Don't ever, ever, ever try some shit even like that
I'm a con artist, a schemer, a dealer of dope
That you feed to your ears through the speakers
And feel it 'til it's leaking out your throat
Teacher, preacher, citywide spelling champ
Your girl felt it so much she started doing the belly dance
I'm heavy, man, like an ACME safe in a cartoon
I'll drop, catch you, man, and smash right into your car roof
I'm nasty, the antithesis of this mastery
To keep feeding you and feeding you with buckets of candy

Hand ransom notes to all cops at random with the planted remote
In the throat of the kidnapped grandson, for how many grands? One
Wait 'til they're in range, then pull a little chain
Clothesline them just in time to see the boy's exploding brains
I'm sick, I need help

I climb inside of the track to tell them I know what I'm doing
Those aren't snares, those are slaps
One slap, two slaps, three slaps, four
Then I spaz out and stab, forget what the fuck I was counting for
Don't fuck with me, please, I'm asking nicely, back off
Put thumbtacks in my hands and grab your nuts, nigga, cough

You don't understand Jean
Never in your life seen a girl with more
Flow than an Iraqi soldier's canteens
More ignored than the homeless on a train begging for change
More credit due to me than a store that doesn't exchange

In Cali, rip your mane
New York, damage your dog
Get on a plane, like "Voy a caer encima" in Spain

I'm dead wrong, too smart to be beefing with little tarts

Jean turn your scream into murmurs like an irregular heartbeat
Hardly the amateur, can't wait for the album tour
Fall come, I'm bringing the malice straight to your campus floor
Manhandle y'all in France, I'm Jean Van Damme it
All writing hard like carving the twelfth commandment
Nah, I didn't skip one, 'cause Biggie penned the eleventh
A moment of silence for all the fallen soldiers in Heaven

Now moving along, children
I screw with your whole vision like fog in the road, listen
Too hot and you know it
Burn like a cop when you go piss and there's snot in the hole dripping
And gotta go to the clinic
Hey, I'm just guessing

Jean's here to level the playing field
I don't care about your spot or what you got for your record deal
I don't care about your feelings or your marketing gimmicks
I just rap, been here, you just wasn't ready to hear it
I drop the tap, critics hollered back with the thumbs up
Exposing those who didn't, Oliver Wang, you dumb fuck
Untuck your spine, gun-butt you with the Super Soaker
Make you scream louder than the sound of the background vocals
Choke you with a magazine page, then in a rage
Flip you over like quarters on the back of your arm on Happy Days

I've written about life, I spitted about art
I represent the underground 'cause they've been with me from the start
No, Jean's not hard now, Jean hasn't changed
I was eighteen on the first record, I've just experienced the game

Not a thug, not a drug seller, not a gun shooter
Not a stripper sex symbol or anything you're used to
Marketing nightmare, I don't fit into categories
I just rap, make beats, and shit and sleep all these stories
All I want is a voice, all the people need is choice
If there's no competition, then what is the fucking point?
You can't win by default, unless you're scared of a challenge
It's not really a fair game if you won't allow balance

What the fuck is a cease? Somebody get this woman a drink!