Jason Bond
Scriptures, patterns and innuendos
My seven and a half brought the
Wrath of my slaughtered kinfolks
Fully decorated, I made it
Through technical difficulties trying to
Master pockets of crescendos
Every time I drop it's cleansing
We at the end zone
Under the scope my whole life was documented
I’m blessed in the flesh
Everything else is complimentary
Peep the new release
Fuck around might drop two a piece
You could put your money on
Me like a chosen fee
A deadly dose of this vocalist
The black messiah on the cross
Crown of thorns
Stripped from his wisdom with broken ribs
Every intent is pure
I'm cleaning house till you
Can kiss the floor
I got you dirtbags insecure
Side of war sparked from pillow talk
Suckers dial for sluts
Cause they ain't keep their pie holes shut
I’m cross country macking
Putting in my hours in it's
A cut throat business
All for the money and the power
Look, talk to me nice, I'm doubling the price
I'm at a close location with fam building
Eating expensive rice
Take it how you wanna take it, we the best
Me and Ev make independent records
Like scores for major label placements
To the naked eye I'm a certified spaceship
Wanna counter, we'll have you in a padded
Room eating paint chips
Now calm all that rapper down
Before you graduate to your dome
Without a cap and gown
Tell whoever that Medallions is back in town
Think it's a game I'll have
The come pat you down now