Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Inception , by - Jaytech. Release date: 04.10.2015
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Inception , by - Jaytech. Inception | 
| The bars show you mad struggle | 
| Along with detailed scriptures of my past trouble | 
| That’s why they try to keep me quiet with a bad muzzle | 
| Can’t take the same leaps and bounds as me | 
| When they lack the hustle and the calf muscle | 
| Words from a legend speaking from the heart | 
| Said, if you going to war, weaponry is a start | 
| Do your dirt all by your lonely, let it be in the dark | 
| You givin birds bread then let it be in the park, Joey | 
| Tip me wrong, mini mall when the semi’s warm | 
| Bout my bread, so I spot it if a penny’s gone | 
| And I’ll bet, learned that from the nets | 
| If you tryna be a Billionaire get rid of any Thorn | 
| Cause you’ll get fucked if they shoot you, emptied on | 
| It’s just they way of making a mini porn | 
| I watch my haters get sick | 
| If it’s that hard living in my shadow | 
| Get off my silhouette’s dick | 
| Tailor made suits, double breast fit | 
| Set trip, get your name on the next clip | 
| Sometimes before you can add you gotta minus | 
| Some of y’all don’t get the math or the science | 
| It means I’m aiming for wealth | 
| Some say sky’s the limit I say you’re short changing yourself | 
| so uh ha, uh ha, y’all aint the same as me, I get bread | 
| You lose Jackson’s, Jermaine Dupri | 
| BS about Joe, refrain it please | 
| You’ll just untame a beast, he just became unleashed | 
| All who defend are deceased, so the topic should pass | 
| An assembly line would show em I’m not in they class | 
| Had some alright jams, them fans came and left | 
| And you ain’t know they was one night stands | 
| Let em testify, witness’s, hearin is indicative | 
| Niggas is sick of it, let it go, and get a grip | 
| I think I’m Sug' Ray, Ali | 
| Joe Fraiz' who the fuck gon stop me | 
| He think he Holyfield, Iron Mike | 
| Fo' fifth let em feel what the iron like | 
| I think I’m Mayweather, Pacquiao | 
| Screamin money ain’t a thing pullin stacks out | 
| I think I’m Cotto, Shane Mosley | 
| Slow death to anyone who oppose me | 
| Sun I’m a always shine, yellow | 
| Think I’m about to get up on that? | 
| HELL NO | 
| Long as shorty keep my tip hard, shell toe | 
| Certain I’m a stick to the script, velcro | 
| Ringers, fakers, thinker, faders, prosper | 
| Without being linked to the majors | 
| My only response is the finger to haters | 
| Watch it get ugly, Mbenga, Lakers | 
| so when they ask how I feel about hip hop | 
| I sighed and replied take a lucky guess | 
| Just being sincere, I ain’t talking pioneer’s | 
| When I tell dudes I don’t think the Dougie’s fresh | 
| Used to roll through the trenches, slept on cold benches | 
| Holds on my expenses, smoke till I was senseless | 
| Now the flow’s so relentless | 
| Fuck CD’s it should be sold in syringes | 
| I can’t explain it they love the sound | 
| Subtle with the pound, you don’t want trouble clown | 
| If I’m at the bar ordering a couple rounds | 
| I’m in between 2 birds like a double down | 
| Where I’m from they cock and shoot | 
| Like it’s all logical, send a lot of work to them hospitals | 
| Dress the AK up before they pop at you | 
| Handgun’s, night scope, call it the Chopper suit | 
| So if you tired of all the wack dudes, call me in | 
| Rap historian, slash my class’s Valedictorian | 
| Your future’s at a stand still | 
| Must be a flat on that Delorean | 
| I tried tellin them conceded the deals closed | 
| They disagree they believe that they real close | 
| Tough guys turn talk show like Steve Wilko’s | 
| Scream fuck em eat dildos with each pill dose | 
| All the rap dudes they got highly regarded | 
| Tell me they psyche might be slightly retarded | 
| Nowadays before the shows I buy me a cartridge | 
| Those them phony ass dudes they like me to start with | 
| Peepin how the vets wanna stop me | 
| Money where your mouth is Ted DiBiase | 
| And he won’t be able to reach for a biscuit | 
| With O’s on his head like a B-more fitted | 
| Black hoody and black tux | 
| Tearin stacks up, with a model and her rack tough | 
| Gettin my Extreme Makeover on | 
| Knock that bitch down and build her back up | 
| Think twice before you act up | 
| Around flames, wrong time to be gassed up | 
| You never heard blowing smoke from a grass hut | 
| 9 times out of 10 it’ll be your last puff |