[Verse 1]
Mic check 1,2, soundbombin it/ like I’m Rawkus in the later 90’s, so prominent/ stay dominant like a seventh chord, with no strings attached/ they boy’s from the backstreets so please relax/ or get ya caps peeled like I’m native to the flats, flat-lined/ you couldn’t be a player if you had a tech nine, so respect mine/ don’t expect my decline, NOFX on my lines/ since hip hop became so safe/ swapped the round-tipped scissors with serrated blades/ in the cut for days/ and won’t stop til I get my wage/ for killin’ shit, ‘cause I heard crime pays/ no slave to the majors, “mmm, what ya savor?”/ the sweet taste of victory like a now-and-later/ Now I’m gone, “see you later”/ only started with a little gold and a pager, but so much flavor/ hey bruh, you ever seen a punk rock hip hop?/ drop a “hey, ho! Let’s Go!” “and it don’t stop”/ drop a needle on a record, spit a flow to be reckoned/ from a two-step to a mosh pit any second/ I don’t work, then I don’t eat/ that’s why I think Black Thoughts like I’m Tariq/ and break padlocks when I’m zonin’/ watch ya back when you’re at the stairway to heaven, the omen//
[Hook]
You’ve got the hate face on,
I hear the same damn song,
Anytime when you’re around,
it’s all bullshit/
I’m not playin’ with you,
Please don’t say you’re confused,
When I see you with your hand by the radio,
I might lose it (break it up, break it up, break it up)//
[Verse 2]
(This is not a love song)/ it’s fueled by football and beer pong and might catch fire if a tear’s on it/ (this is not a club song)/ closer to a scene from teeth, so try to grind to it, hear the screech?/ now that’s what I call blood on the dance floor/ and have the cat wipe it up with his own jansport/ understand that my car is my temple/ if you want to play that bullshit, ride in a rental/ we on that boom bap to bomb the system/ like Marcus Garvey with paint and ink pens/ I’m Banksy in the vocal booth and bang the shit that’ll tell the truth/ or say “fuck it” and put on some Foo/ it gets rugged when we bump some Wu/ and just laugh when the cops come through/ play Ante Up, I’m unstoppable/ trust me, yea, it’s that simple/ you ain’t finna hear Alejandro/ comin through my window/ I ain’t tryin’ to impress a chick by playin Taylor Swifts’ latest hits/ matter of fact, if you even think of tryin to change my shit/ I’ll leave you and ya I-Pod out in the Sticks//
Jae is Hip Hop artist from Rochester, Minnesota that learned how to shape a song from start to finish in a way that was his
own. He devoted himself to this passion by learning to write, produce, engineer, and distribute his music.
Jae has also been behind mixes and instrumentals for artists like buzzworthy up-and-coming Seattle artist Brakebill and Twin Cities-based artist Sam Phoenix....more
Sharp commentary, big hooks, and stunning melodies make the Minneapolis rapper, poet, and songwriter's latest solo LP a triumph. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 8, 2023