(JP3 up in here) My flow is like a fire that’s just burnin away Mean enough to make yo mama turn in the grave Rollin like a tire I be earnin the pay Studying these lyrics I be learnin the ways I’m ill enough to warp ur mind with the rhymes I’m cold enough with it to make it snow in July Im writin lyrics call it the book of rhymes Baddest rapper out there I’m makin uprise (2x) Ima show u my flow as I row my boat down the river a killer punchlines, I’m the sickest rapper alive, pen to pad that’s crunch time and lunch time , ya I’m eatin the game, ya I’m eager for fame (ya I’m eager for fame) I ain’t takin payments I’m makin a statement I’m ravenous, dangerous A heinous face of angered rage I’m makin pain in the brain with what I say Achin of hate as I’m escaping the fakes and takin the greatness ya boy I’m bout to be famous Try to contain me you’ll get annihilated My cerebral cortex is an evil vortex eager for your death don’t u forget the name JP3 I ain’t easy