Jon Blaze Lyrics

Jon Blaze lyrics

Verse One: Nas 

 

 My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence 

 Murder game, I leave no evidence -- credentials 

 Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal 

 He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil 

 Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics, preachers 

 In the school staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer 

 In my own class, operation return, they tried to say 

 I was incompetent, not able to learn 

 The table turned now, got my own label to earn 

 Like that nigga said in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn 

 Queensbridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet 

 Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin that 

 I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest 

 between Latin Kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in Spanish 

 So many thugs vanish, unite the system 

 to fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison 

 

 Verse Two: Big Punisher 

 

 My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die 

 Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up right?' 

 Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa 

 Hit the basa, you ain't even in my clasa 

 I hate a actor that plays a rapper 

 I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper 

 Grand imperial college material insane criminal 

 The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral 

 I reign subliminal inside your visual 

 Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical 

 I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you 

 Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you 

 Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid 

 out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter 

 I'm even better than before, iller metaphors 

 Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all 

 

 Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad 

 

 J-J-J-John Blaze 

 Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze 

 J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze 

 "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" --> Method Man 

 

 Verse Three: Jadakiss 

 

 Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, I mess around 

 and spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range 

 Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame 

 Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains 

 Take heed that, not only can I flow I can aim 

 cause y'all misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign 

 Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya 

 Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure 

 Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for 

 'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up 

 You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz up 

 Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show 

 Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable 

 Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans 

 Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin 

 

 Verse Four: Raekwon 

 

 My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out 

 Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out 

 Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat 

 in the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash 

 The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear 

 Strike me out God, stackin up joints, rack em like Footlocker 

 This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent 

 Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall 

 Relentless, the anthology consolidated 

 with the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness 

 Lex, imagination large, gold cards 

 Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the Older God 

 Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar 

 Feelin the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why 

 broke niggaz who got heart God, sign em up 

 Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up 

 

 Chorus 

 

 Verse Five: Fat Joe 

 

 It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us 

 Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers 

 Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun 

 Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn 

 I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts 

 for fuckin with my funds on the first 

 And go to church like a mobster 

 Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners 

 Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot 

 Run up on any block, disrespect any cop 

 Used to run many spots, now I own shops 

 Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop 

 I'm hot, who wanna get burned? 

 I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn 

 You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day 

 Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed 

 

 Chorus 2X