J.R. Writer, Duke Da God - SS2 Intro lyrics

And our journey leads us
To this new found land my people
We done walked too far
And fucked up our feet to get here
To let any of you cocksuckers
Take anything away from us
See the game is thirty percent mental
Thirty percent physical and
Sixty percent heart
And we was bred for this type of shit
You feel me? Yo Writer
You was trained by the same
Niggas that trained al-Qaeda
The time is now my nigga let's go get 'em

I remember clear, it’s been several years
But to think how far I made it
I won't shed a tear
I ain’t never scared you queers, you wilding
I've been styling since I came home in 2000
Who doubting? Tell him put his money up


Must got guts like you need a tummy tuck
Get the brother crutches
Excuse me I'm a beast
They knew me on the street before
They threw me on the beat
Posted on 8th Ave, like who I'm gon' eat?
They all Scooby Snacks
And Scooby want a treat
Nowadays they battle but won't do
It for some weeks that weak
I rocked them little foolio's to sleep
Capeesh? But
I ain't with the battling or babbling
Rapping what you haven't been
I'm facts you'll be imagining
Me? I dazzle 'em, that's the way I rattle 'em
A teacher to a student, what I'm doing
Passing 'em style on whoever
Come out in the cloudiest weather
Thunder got 'em pulling out the umbrellas
My first album was the first
Album I ever put together
Still did a hundred thousand and better
Cause, I'm clever
Meet at the spot if you finna cop
When you need yourself a rock
Semi and the pot
You see a nigga hot, give a nigga props
How you gon' meet me at the
Top when I'm in the drop
Huh? Go play in traffic you hating bastard
I'm a great
All my Writer's Block's tapes were classic
Fact is, how I ain't the
Man when they saying "Damn
Caught a million out of baby gram"
Fam who getting with me, it's been a rizzy
You know that rush hour traffic
I'm getting busy
Fuck is a 360 deal when I'm getting Matrix
On my 20 20 vision see it's 50
50 shit, my heart is a cold brick
Technically I've been the hardest since '06
Bitch i'm moving, Pardon my flows sick
Still rep Dip but I started my own shit
It's the Thund dunda
Run with us or run from us
Run fronter, tell niggas it's done summer
Dumb fucker, this is easy, it's A, B
C, until you get the D, e
I don't give a F, listen I'm a G
She get H, I with J, then skid off in a V
See this is a slaughter
I run up to the boarder
Treat 'em like Bin Laden
Dump him in the water
You fucking with a baller that'll
Fuck around and torture
Had the beat taken more punches than Mayorga
How I ain't sick, styling like this
I'm like to welcome ya'll
Back to powerfulness see Writer
By the time these niggas figure this shit out
It'll all be over
When these niggas gonna learn
You can’t teach greatness
They say when the grass is low
You see all the snakes
I like to say: "When the grass is low
You see all the fakes"
But thank God it's a new day and
We get another chance to shine
So with every ounce of flesh in our body
We gonna represent to the fullest
SS2, Still Standing 2
Some of the realest shit I ever heard
Yo Writer, you have fully arrived my nigga