The Jam - Jean Grae

All right, let’s get down to business

Pour out some Guinness

Khrysis, get on the jack and tell them they’re so finished

Christ to the Jesus, the Jeanius came back as a Phoenix

9th like, «Yo Jean, I got some heaters»

Well, I got some lines that turn grown men

Back into the fetus position with they penis pissing

Didn’t mean to be the meanest spitting

It just happened, you know?

Like getting drunk and then you slip and you’re cheating (oh!)

It’s been a crazy year -- brought back the doorknockers

Baby hair, one sleeve up like Slim Shady’s gear

I’m writing with Afeni’s baby work ethic

Plus I’m Aileen Wuornos… minus the murder record

Plus I’m highly unconcerned -- you can find me, mouth turned

Like the smiley up on AOL (you're a fucking nerd!)

Fuck it -- so?

You fucks with it, though

The structureless flow

The seemingly haphazard, really exact patterns

So Jean is Jean Travers, y’all is just jackasses

By and large, the fact of the matter that I’m in charge, that rapper

That’s accurate, spectacular, fantastic

Scrumtrulescent, uncontested funky, bitch

You all steppin' cause this is the fucking jam

People turning the beat up, my people clap their hands

My niggas keep truckin', my ladies throw up your hands

Dance to the record, just dance to the record girl

You all steppin' cause this is the fucking jam

People turning the beat up, my people clap their hands

My niggas keep truckin', my ladies throw up your hands

Dance to the record boy, dance to the record boy

I need a private insane asylum to grant asylum to me

It could get violent quickly if you don’t believe me, God forgive me

An honorary anonymous superstar

Followed by the very time I salute where the stupid fall

A low road, but no going back

Not when you’ve got a fucking logo in the promo rack

Signing records, taking pictures -- you can no-no that

Gotta finish, gotta win;

as God as my witness, I’m in…

And y’all’ll have to jump me out of this bitch

I’m talking Eastsiders, Westsiders, Blood-ers, and Crips

All them Decepts, at least three sets and grips

And I’ll reset -- until then, it’s recess, bitch

So c’mon