Imagine This

[Verse 1: J-Formz]
They're askin where I went
I was playin Deal Or No Deal, "no deal, son", left broke, but content
So, fuck an investment
My music's free, the only thing I ever ask that you pay is attention
Talkin about so and so
Let me hear his shit from the basement, 20 years ago, go blow
With no engineer, and free beats to use
9 out of 10 times, I destroy that dude
Word for word, every verse, I'd remember them
'Til I realized, I was dope than 90% of them
The new shit's whatever, son, I guess that it's cool
I want bars though, I'd rather be impressed than amused
Should've handed it to me, watch where I go with it
Might as well go on a limb and dare me not to rip it
On the drums, and the horns, and pianos, I feast
Because I love beats like America loves to eat
No bullshit!

[Chorus: J-Formz]
Now, let's pause for a second and imagine this:
Picture if I had a beat from Premo to rip
Imagine I had The Weeknd singin on my hooks
With Dre producin an exclusive, it would be a good look
Now, let's pause for a second, and imagine that...
I got Kid Cudi singin the hook on my new track
With a verse from Em, and a feature from Budden
You're probably right, though, I guess that track wouldn't do nothin...

[Verse 2: Mic Beatz]
Ayo, imagine that, I'm rappin over an average track
With no feature, I'm still committin a savage act
Crackin backs, cuttin throats, you're fuckin broke
I'll leave the song like Cheech And Chong: up in smoke
J-Formz'll leave you wet like a rainstorm
And I'm packin heat, entire winters, I stay warm
And in this rap shit, we're killin the opposition
Gave my all to the game, and still got a pot to piss in
Imagine this rhyme on a track with 6-9
I'd show up with a sick nine, and take his big shine
Imagine me doin a feature with Yachty
I'll meet him at the studio, and make him leak with the shotty
I hate mumble rap, so, fuck Migos
Fuck Kodack black, and any one of his peoples
But I'll never make a diss at any of my favorites
That's why I already killed rap with Jadakiss

[Chorus: J-Formz]