Текст песни Naming No Names (feat. Maxømøa) - Jon the Journalist

Me and Maxomoa about to show ya how to work
Hand the racks over double ds in your shirt
He a beast with the beats never weak with the words
Now I teamed up with him like a street and a curb
And established a lane to seek what we deserve
If you stand in the way then you need to get to hurt
Cus the message we're spitting is getting attention
We're gaining some traction without a big mention
But did I mention we're on mission
To slam these bars like your local prison
Got all my henchmen up in the kitchen
To cook some shit that your probably missing
Oh well fuck it. We're doing this shit
Proving misfits can out-wit dipshits
Spitting like llamas above all the drama
We take the flows and we switch it
They thought I was done
Sucks for them because I just begun
When i clear my throat, it's like the cock of a gun
Got one message yall better run
Cus I warmed up like a dog laying in the sun
Feeling like Neo because I am the one
Except when my weed low man that ain't no fun
I'm always so peacefully, and keep it one hund'
If you know me... you know that's the truth
If you know me... you know I'm out to prove
That I got the flow to make mountains move
I put on a show, but I'm grounded too
I got that 3rd eye attitude
Which means I got better than average view
So I see these lames like rapper food
Max, pass me a knife and a napkin too

So many rappers nowadays but there's levels to this game
They overcrowd the lanes, search for fame but sound the same
If you're in it like we are you know some can't maintain
This is how you pass shame without naming no names

Me and Jon, yeah him and I
We come along with different styles
Where is the hype? Cause I'm killing now
Those rappers on beats like their conscience
Give a shit bout this and that, him and her
Dope team, hysterics
And soon they know it like history
And our stakes are golden like Ribéry's
From killing spree, to killing streak
The bullets out my mouth are killing these
Fake ass acts on Ritalin, please stop to sniff that shit
Cause your fans are kids and are thinking
Let's do that what he is talking bout
And yeah I know it won't change anything
But I also know that this is no rap
Lean, lean, lean, lean back on this one and yeah I feel, feel, feel fresh on this song
Forget that nonsense, for real now
Because it has no worth like fake Gucci
It only tears you down like gravity
And you stay suffering like Werther
Oh shit, I got energy like Monster, Red Bull, Rockstar
You think that I can't do it, but then I do it once again
Nobody's rocking that shit like Jon and me
Cause I bring facts on the table like him because he is journalist

So many rappers nowadays but there's levels to this game
They overcrowd the lanes, search for fame but sound the same
If you're in it like we are you know some can't maintain
This is how you pass shame without naming no names