Wax, Jarv - I Got It lyrics

If you listenin' to this at a low volume
Just hit skip, skip this song
Otherwise turn it up yo

You lose, I'm the best
Your crew's a snooze fest
My style was hatched inside
Of a cuckoo's nest
I could choose to rest on my laurels
Sit back, sip yak, and smoke Dorals
But, I always seem to have something
To get off my chest
And these words pop in my head
It is genetics I guess
And plus, rappers are pathetic at best
I must say i'm surprised they put that
Shit on public display
It's as if they don't try
They just sorta slide by
With the sorta rhymes I would be mortified by
Ayy, ayy them bars that you cherish
Make me wanna ask you
"Aren't you embarrassed?"
To get familiar with the type
Of joy my vocals spark
Take off work today and go
Walk in your local park
I'm like the melody of a meadow lark
Soothing (Ah)
The catalyst of a mood swing, bitch

I got it yeah, yeah
If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere
Mothafucka, I got it yes, yes
You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh
Little homie, I got it yeah, yeah
If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere
Don't worry about it yes, yes
You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh

Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
My show sells so well I gotta play again
I do play to win
Judge me like you Ruth Bader Ginsburg
The exhilarating words that I write
Make your mental device release endorphins
It's like parental advice
I might offend orphans
Buried in your frickin' seratonin (Uh)
Card carryin' barbarian, been
Compared to Conan, i
Listen to rap snootily like I'm wine tasting
Usually come to the conclusion
That I'm time wasting
"Is it over yet?", lookin' at my watch
Am I not sober yet? I
Could go for another scotch
Wanna bet like Midler
You greener than The Riddler
If the roof's on fire then
I'm hotter than the fiddler
You a fuckin' thumb twiddler i take action
Insert photo of my face captioned

I got it yeah, yeah
If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere
Mothafucka, I got it yes, yes
You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh
Little homie, I got it yeah, yeah
If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere
Don't worry about it (Woo) yes, yes
You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh

Alright yo, check it out right here, let's go
Ooh yes, I confess, I'm blessed
I got a Pinesol sheen and a lemony zest
Hella finesse, breath Colgate
Crest aqua fresh
Like a Dead Kennedys patch on the
Back of a denim vest i'm badass
Tell me who fi gwan test?
I'm hotter than droppin' Polliwogs
On your mom's chest (Uh)
We can Netflix and chill
And then we can have sex to my
VHS box set of Faces of Death ayo bet
I'm maniacal when I be bustin'
My style's mad retarded 'cause
I've had four concussions (Uh)
Holdin' my nuts
Scoldin' a punk is how I function
If you don't know my name
Let's end with an introduction
J is for juvenile a is for asinine asshole
R's for ridiculous ass flows
V is for very, very, very, very dope
If you didn't know guts, now you know
Mothafucka

I got it yeah, yeah
If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere
I got it yes, yes
You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh
'Cause, I got it yeah, yeah (Ayy)
If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere
Don't worry about it yes, yes
You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh