MC Jin - Diary Of Jin lyrics

Oh No (Diary Of Jin)

What you thought that was it for Jin?
You thought I was doneoh NO!
You can't be serious

Aiyo I'm mad Free
You actin' like I ain't the one
Why they keep callin' me
Bruce Lee's grandson?
Recognize me, the kid from 106 is back
"Yo what the fuck took you so
Long to get this track?"
I've been in the studio all along (uh huh)
Finished my album twice then threw
Away all the songs wasn't tryin' to come out
With no half-ass shit (nah)
So I had to get it
Straight like half past six
No matter what I drop
I still hear complaints


Some say I'm crossin' over
Some beefin' cause I ain't man over rap
I used to catch beef with my pops
(?Lei mo goh cha?) now all he does is ask me
When my album's gonna drop (haha)
I'm trapped in a catch 22 (22s?)
Cause, I want respect
But wanna bling like Cash Money too (Bling)
I'm startin' fires with the pen
You think you know, but you have no idea
It's the diary of Jin (Come again) oH NO!
Make sure you know that Jin's the name
Only Chinese kid in the game oH NO!
Cause when I spit I'll flip the script
And it'll never be the same oH NO!
You must be twisted in the brain
If you thinkin' that I'm lame oH NO!
I'm puttin' these rappers to shame
And now the industry is sayin'

Even my standards got higher
I used to settle for head
Now I walk through Chinatown
Like a ghetto celeb (?Joh Mat-ye?)
Just like a pro-fessor
Teachin' the same lesson different broads
But always the same question
"What's up with double R? The
Lox be bringin' drama (Ummm)
Oh and tell DMX I want to be his baby mama
(geez girl) ain't you supposed to be in
Fast and Furious 2?"
Yeah I am, hold up that ass is serious boo
See that's what's up
Now I'm tryin' to dig her out (Owww)
Gas her up and let her think
She got me figured out (Owww)
Soon as I skip in the room
Chicks quick to assume
That all I'm tryin' to do is
Stick my dick in they womb
I'm on the search
For the baddest in the city when I find her
I'ma trade it all like Fabolous and Diddy
(Girl I'll trade it all) but until then
I'll never trick and that's it (HAHAHA)
Alright I'm lyin', maybe just a little bit
(Sike, hahaha)

OH NO! First you wanna talk about him
Then you wanna ask for me oH NO!
Just because you got some nice titties
You think you gettin' in for free oH NO!
Findin' out your girl's a ho
Am I really the one to blame? OH NO!
Sittin' in the back of flicks
While she's givin' me brain

I spit for b-boys pop lockin'
Haters cock blockin'
Mad cause they albums not droppin'
It's the fourth quarter
Wide-out with a option
You throwin out of bounds hopin'
That the clock's stoppin'
The word is out you heard about
The kid through word of mouth
A lot of heads in the
Industry is scurred I'm out
I'm every A&Rs nightmare
Yeah he can freestyle
But can he write, yeah this verse right here
(yeah)
Can't wait to see, my cd in the charts
Now that I think about it
Gettin' signed's the easiest part
The industry is shady
Lot of bullshiters in here
Hell naw I won't pay to get
My shit on the air lose your hunger
Be the one that they leave in the ditch
That's why I spit like my
Contract don't even exist
Believe in the hype
See I'm squeezin' the mic
That's why they like "Jesus Christ
He is nice"

OH NO! I'm the new kid on the block
And you thinkin' that I ain't hot oH NO!
Now you hopin' when I drop
That my albums gonna flop oH NO!
This kid can only freestyle
He ain't really gonna last oH NO!
Don't think cause I'm gettin' cash
That I still won't rip your ass, no hOMO!