[Verse 1]
Now here's a story of a niggle named Jet 2
Kind of more like an anecdote because I am short and amusing
And incidentally I am music's antidote
So take me in because I got what it takes
And inside the oven, it is not what it bakes
But the degrees that it takes just to bake what you bake
And everything you bake ain't gotta be cake
But it's funny only cake can determine the things you make
Damn, now let me explain this
Maybe I would've had a chance if I had change
In the pockets of every single hole in my jeans
But if ever I get the paper, should I let the change change me?
Well it seems that it happens to a lot of us
'Til you figure that pot of gold is only a pot of luck
It's only that some people happen to get a lot of luck
You heard of top dollar, how come you don't hear a top of us?
And how come the wealthy win the race
Saying Jet 2, you'll probably get her when you get taller, bruh
Oh, fasho so I just gotta grow first?
Well damn why can't time pause until I hit my growth spurt?
Why we gotta eat while another person suffers from it
Look 'em in the eye and think nothing of it
I'm just saying. Why we always gotta see things differently
But come together to agree to call our women bitches
See, I ain't saying' I ain't never called a girl a bitch, but
That's all I grew up hearing so it might slip up
It sucks, sorry about it, didn't mean it, anyway
At least I know how to treat a woman good in plenty ways
Damn, I'm talkin' many ways. Anyday, anytime, any moment, any place
Gracías, mija. See, I set a different pace
All they do is instigate, I'm trying to proliferate
This and make success out of suffering
The best out of nothing, and bring a voice out of muttering
Turn it into an utterance of confidence
So when you say I'm garbage, it's a compliment
Because if anything, you took the time out to comment it
So I consider that an accomplishment
'Cause I'm convinced I could be omniscient without accomplices
And I can spit ill while I'm speaking out of consciousness
'Cause '08 finally put color into politics
Thank you. Impossible is nothing 'cause there's nothing that I can't do
Except for spit about it if it ain't who
I really live inside
No, I really live inside of quality of beauty and emotion, see
I turn that into poetry
You've noticed I can mix my flow like a bowl of potpourri
I'm married to the music, I'm just getting in her ovaries
And whenever I spit it, you can hear the music moaning, see
And if it gets pregnant, then my baby gon' be flowing three
Times as hard as me too, because I'm only Jet 2
So I let my exes know I'm upgrading to X2
'Cause it's way more amusing, but I'm no Six Flags
I'm only M-E, so when you answer, just list as
Jet 2 the prophecy, a lot of these
People probably consider me to be a mockery
Maybe I am, so excuse my misrepresentation
Do I have to deliver my message in basics?
Okay, shit, bitch, fuck
So now is you feeling me?
Or would you feel me more if I pretend to be another person
So that when I spit, you already heard about ten of me
This ain't Austin Powers, there ain't too many me's
Buddy, so sorry that I missed that convention
They think I'm an imitation because I rap relentless
How come when you really love 'em you don't get half of their attention
But get some fame and give 'em dick and they're attached and shit
I'm just saying that I've seen the shit happen and
At the end, the whole purpose turned into an accident
Or was it accidentally done on purpose?
Either the way, the premise still fits in perfect
To meet the same conclusion and that makes it worse
'Cause if the niggle didn't love her, she wouldn't know what she's worth
And it's a whole lot more than what the thing between her thighs can offer
So why is it just fuckin' right can lock her?
'Cause using pussy as advantages lessens the respect that we have for them
And that's why half of them get treated the way they do
Want a nigga to treat 'em right, they say they do
And treat 'em right, them niggas say they do
Yeah
I spit knowledge and this life is only mental
So who you are now doesn't determine your potential
And what you do wrong doesn't determine your essentials
See each of us individually gon' reach success eventually
So, I guess you gotta keep your head up, 'cause experience is life's best teacher
Each and every single experience ensures that you grow the best
So when you fall, you know you gotta spring forward next
And it's only a matter of time before you shine
You might reach a few bumps, but gotta stay up on your grind
Now just think of what Tony Hawk would do
He might miss a varial, but he'll get up and walk it through
Maybe it's the fire and desire that sparks into
Determination and the perseverance that targets you
So when you lose the hope, just hold your head high
And just remember your soul never dies
So baby don't cry
