Jackson Grin - New to It (Intro) lyrics

Daily breaking traffic laws
Speeding past all the po-lice
Pulled over, ayo pause
Never met a kid so po-lite yessir so-nice
But when I turn it up I bring the heat
I’m a beast running to your door, HAH
Trick-or-treat
I’m Ronda Rousey when I beat it up
Don't need a thermostat I heat it up
Ayo, chill bro, you need a cup
Until my glass runneth over, fill it up
Student of the game
The kid is just legally a minor
Off the brain crazy he’s a beat rhymer
This is a 100 bar verse get a timer
So fly so high, above the airliner
Rappers today just rearrange
Others work, interior designer
Can’t make it rap, dying industry
Like a coal miner
Mr president to simplify, that's an innuendo
By Putin, you’re being played
Like a goddamn Nintendo
Rapping here yeah you know this
Ain’t no end goal
Gotta love the love but tryna get it 10 fold
This lyrical creativity leaves
‘em all staring i’m an artist, an activist
Call me Keith Haring
A mix of Bernie and Marley
A true blooded Pacifist
I’ll leave ya humiliated
I won’t stop I’m a masochist
Pass the mic I keep it
Passionate as I’m rapping it
I hope you’re religious
I’m an atheist and yes
I’ll rip it blasphemous
Y’all listen when I speak
Preaching my beliefs Jesus of Nazareth
Leave ya 6 feet deep
While I’m just on my rise like Lazarus
I spit fast, like whiplash, I spit past
I spat

I’m not aiming for money
If I was I’d hop a caper i don’t point lead
Well I guess pencil to the paper

Spitting bars at work, yessir
You know I’m fire (d)
Body like rubber, like Michelin I'm tire (d)

Provide you a quick story, a brief synopsis
Hold up, loading lyrical diagnostics

Let’s get it straight, it’s Grin
The new dude
I’m going in, with not a thing on my mind
To lose
You searching for the answer like Blues Clues
I’m spitting facts at ya like news crews
I’m Frankenstein on my neck
You'll find two screws
I've got the answer like you threw the game
You lose you need seven boy will take
It with only Two schools

I'm the freshest like walking in
The place with new shoes
Have you ever heard someone spit as
A jew whose head’s not right
Blaze with Ben Carson during my own lobotomy
I'm an outcast, an outsider
Always considered myself an oddity
Like big boi, ponyboy
I write like a true to life novelty
Like Son of Sam, I’m the
Son of Man, uncle sam, probably
Undeniably, filled with shame of
Where the States at mr president
You took an Oath on the Bible
By a document that states that
Journalists may speak what they want
We won’t debate that
You can’t have a national religion
Yeah I know you hate that
You claim to know the Constitution but
Your minimal knowledge dictates that
You didn’t even read amendment number one
So fuck you Donald Trump and
I’m still not done

Watch this kid, watch what he do, the Hebrew
I’ve had 1, 2, call it three brews
With these words, this Jew’ll hit you
Lyrically this kid practicing jiu-jit'su

Creativity off the hook like a
Fish who be flopping
No brakes, you better look
You know I’m not stopping

That’s right
Jewish with no ink on my epidermis
Keep the bars so real cause
Hip-hop lost it's purpose
When I spit it’s Colder
Than an Eskimo’s thermos
I still bring the heat like
A muh-fucking verbal furnace

I’m new to it
Givin’ them pins and needles dog I voodoo it
Who do it? I done done it again
Started off with no plan

Always around grass like the
Grazing of cattle
Getting winnings untaxed after the raffle
More likely than beating JG in
An off the top battle
Watch the kid as he goes
In and baffle any competitor
I speak what I think uncut
No need for some-editor like 20
20 vision in perfect light do
You get the picture?
I won’t stop this personal journey
While I spit sir
I ain’t quitting til’ my throat close with
A boatload of dope quotes within it
I’m winning, I'm in it, so

Fuck putting the mic down
I spit so real you can NAZI the truth
Fuck putting the mic down
More likely to see me join the Hitler youth
After I bring Muslim voters to
Support trump at the booth
And start to conform with his
Administration while I’m mad dubious
Free Fall and swim to the
Bottom of erupting mount Vesuvius
New to this
Still more likely I’d jog naked when
It’s 50 below in the Arctic
You get it now? No chance I’m leaving
‘til I finish what I started, rAH!