Ransom, J. Arrr - Unparalleled lyrics

Y'all niggas love making comparisons, man
"He sound like this
He sound like that" I sound like me
Nigga fuck you talking 'bout?

Look how they reacting when their
Backs against the wall? Still above ground
But somehow can never leave the floor
That type of shit can have
Your whole sanity at war
But they’re the mantle, I’m the core
Can’t compare me to yours, man
Robert Townsend, lord
It's golden all around him
Them big moves, small announcements
I’m all about it
Like how you claim you ten toes
But steady falling out with
Them niggas you was on the couch with
Been balling out, a pro teen
But now I’m in my 30s tryna shake shit
Them squares been up out my circle
Had to shapeshift on this road to riches
I’m swerving without the brake switch
Don’t give a fuck about yo' Lanez
I’m like J swish they make shit awkward
I tell em I’m not avail'
I know my hard work beat my talent
That’s not for sale
Seen this Mike be a bully
To niggas like Scott Burrell
You’ll never find someone like
Me, you not Adele, nigga
I sell pictures
I’m painting these masterpieces
Master P shit, No Limit or locks
I ain’t master key’n
Passion, involved in my practice
I’m passed the preaching
Niggas tryna count me out is a stretch
Dhalsim reaching
Classic Heat shit, Haslem & Turiaf
Been giving up these gems like
They snatching my jewelry off
You hear the cold punches
I'm just letting the flurries off
They question the official like that
Wilder & Fury draw but here we are

But really, dog, these bars for the blind
They cry when they feel my scars
A real mirage, you thinking I'm here
The fear's that I'm still at large
I kill 'em off
A god, I am forced to read from a scripture
Of course these Desert Eagles will force
You to see the picture
They're torturing me with whispers
They're testing Ran stressin fam
Figure is horrible when these demons
Fuck with my Method Man
I'm Lord Starks holding my sword sharp
I'm all heart with nice thoughts
Of stepping on coke, now I'm a White Walker
Might cross ya over like
John and Anthony Edwards
Shepherds can play a sheep
But a sheep just can't play a shepherd
Hold your weapons high whom next to die?
Don't testify unless you lie
Drop my flow in the tub, it electrifies
Flex aside, I'm really humble
In rumbles the best survive
But don't get left red if I
Said that the techs derived check your vibe
Is you real or you counterfeit?
Niggas bound to slip your talk is cheap
I can't stand the sound of it
You a clown for this
Your shit was deep until
They found your ditch
All I hear is pounds and bricks
You ain't ever found your niche?
Got these niggas sweating bullets
You can't even count the clips
Gang of niggas, several hooded
And they walk around with this
Let one wet ya, this my slum lecture
Come test the nigga that'll pause in his
Verse just to make a gun gesture
Comedians get hit with one Heckler
The heat is hot and
That's my sun's pressure
Don't let this one stress ya, man
Word i know we better than the
Rest of y'all niggas, man
Don't let it stress you, my
Nigga please ay, J, man we did it again
(haha) word elegance at it's finest
Shit is beautiful yeah