paroles de chanson Mentor 2 - Jabez Z

Hahaha
Wasn't I the mentor

And this bitch trying to teach me
Trying to overrun all I created
Every melody
Mother fucker without me
There would not be a Magician G

You say you're ready on IG, aight G
Stick to showin' tricks
Like some kind of illusionist
My mind is ill fusion bitch
And I've had it with
That fact that without me you can't actually spit
Maggie talk to me a bit, is he as good as he admits
'Cause I've been patiently waitin' for this Stan's biggest hits
When instead, I'm treated to the blood he spewed
Patchin' up his wounds
I guess that's what mentors do
'Cause I'm your doctor Dre in this shit fool
I did it for you
Anyways, all appetite and apprenticeship annoyed me
Because battleships are only bombastic in the movies
Create cruel crap, instead of creating creative cool things
Don't describe Derik as dope if he's doing me dirty
My bars go deeper
Despite your stable foundation
I'm like the Grim Reaper
While you're seekin' salvation
I can switch the flow any time that I please
While you keep stealin' my show and restin' in peace
While mentally
You were meant for more
Maybe you should mentor
Fuckers who don't pay rent or
Don't already have a chance to step forward
Instead of takin' shit away from your own mentor

But no, jealousy won't lose
This time, it ain't about me
It's about bein' a master
And still havin' fuckers doubt me
But before you, I was doin' just fine
I was the rightful heir, that throne was mine
Then you cut me inline
Two thousand miles away, but I could outrap you in no time
You ain't got a chance to slide by
But next time you try to battle Jabez Z
Try a drive-by bitch
'Cause in this game, I regulate losses
You skate on thin ice
And still wish you were top shit
I grew up with Em and Hopsin
My religion was entendre
I didn't have a voice as an off kid
But now that I do
I can literally choose
To structurally destroy
Any goalie in the penalty booth
And once I do
You will wish you didn't end up throwin' down your gloves
And lose
Care to refute
Silly B-Rabbit wannabe
Trix are for kids
I'll snap, crackle, pop
And still get the bowl win
Or do you prefer a cup
'Cause your leadin' the Stans
Get it your the only Stan leadin'
Your team to the champs
You can't stand this heat
Usin' your Long Island sheet
'Cause every year on my sheet
It's a hundred degrees
I'm a phoenix risin'
From the depth's of hell
Resurrectin' on IG
You fine walkin' by yourself
Or do you need some guidance
From the rap author for violence
Who's name is literally the pain he keeps writing

You don't seem to understand the ways of internal rhymin'
Your just not ready for Jabez Z to start stylin'
So Derik
In case you decide to stay long
Just remember
In this game
If you mention my name
You have to remain
What is the word again
Ohhh yea
Always Strong