Threats Songtext
von Jean Grae

I jack a beat from ya

Take a little bit of heat from ya

Am I frightening ya?

Shall I continue?

Take a lighter and redesign a new song
And when the mic enters, the whole crowd singing along
Just like a duet, and who′s got the best shit now?
The technique, peep the new set, and I don't mean two teats

Never try to run up, you dumb fuck
This is an unusual musical reconstruct
And you′re looking at the new Harriet Tubman
So all critics can suck this
I don't care if you're the girl pinch mothers
The audience lover, you′re only fucking yourselves

For seven years they had me sitting up on a shelf
Never like a "Yo, what?" like I wasn′t trying to tell


A little compensated, but I still feel hatred
Female, black and young so they wanna strip me naked
But you'll never have me like none of my adversaries
But catch me in Manhattan fronting like Halle Berry
On the MTA, any time of the day
Blasting out the headphones of Best of Jay
You can′t ignore me, I swear Dina's here to stay
I put a spell on ya, starting to look like bread
From here to California, niggas are bobby instead

Check the proper grammar, where you′ll fuck with your head
Ayo, pause, you know what the fuck I just said

Sound of drum for the champion, vocally legendary
Mic legacy to y'all, I′m Mr. Extraordinary
Uppercut specialist, MC supremacist
Bling nemesis, Afro-indigenous mic therapist
Airplay, I'm all in your face 'til it′s my way

Put the mic down, turn around, step away
It′s for official use only, surrender your stance
So we can dance like you just passed out your weight class
On fight night, I'm weighing out the tonnage of sunlight
With speed like your death with mic caused me a windpipe

You bomb like Baghdad nights, you outmatched
Toting spears with the feathers attached, it′s combat
This ain't rap, Dina draw a line in the sand
So we can usher in the true hip-hop with heavy hands
Raided African, heavenly syndicate


We managing to cause panic in the unworthy
So they abandoning mic, stage, radio waves
I think we all heard enough of the same mundane
Over again, fuck all the fame
As long as blood is blowing my veins
I′ll be rocking with the best of them and changing the game
You heard?