Jump Shot Songtext
von Jonwayne

"What was your impression of her? Do tell us." My mother asked
Full of politeness as well as curiosity. "Quite excellent
" I answered. "She′s altogether charming." "Goodbye, then."


No haste, set my own pace
To pack 'em in and stack ′em right
Down the middle, Fiddler on the Roof like a satellite
Pour another pitcher, FPS sixty, slick, buff the beat
Shine, keep the SPF with me, heat
I'm the GOAT, bleating on the beat, bleed 'em out
Coat check the door of this Rocky Horror Picture Show
Who′s more blessed to best ′em? No veterans
They waiting for the L like Tetris
Gotta be hungry, starving for the part
Lion in the wolf garb, snacking on these sheep, no lies
Slide with more sides than a decagon with a deck of cards
So clean with this rhyme art that it's next to God
Rock sandals like the right hand next to God
My right hand write barbs when I′m pressing hard
The right man for the job, do your job
When I enter the room, just don't forget to turn the mic on

We ready to go?
Write a track without a hook and now it′s ready to blow?
That's ′cause everything I say is like an earworm
Unfolding in your brain like you almost
Forget to hate my ass when they say my name


She ain't a
I got your kitten smitten
When I open my wallet, I could've sworn I heard a ribbit
I′m tripping, I′m a brand new religion where
Plain in sight is like the brand new cryptic, I'm with it
Spend my days mic gripping
Recite rhymes thick enough for the tights rip in
Final form from the boards
Hoarding all these beats for myself
Don′t compare you to me, that ain't good for your health
And you scared to be me, jump shot, one foot
One mic, one blood that could
Look now at this captain, I′ma stand over
These rappers 'til my rappers understood
With an Advil in my head and an anvil in my foot
I′ma grind 'til these people think that I'm a Freemason, I′m a pyramid
Singles ′til they hitting every station like I'm hearing shit
Head on up your ass, you been hearing shit
But it ain′t your business why I been acting mysterious

We ready to go?
Write a track without a hook and now it's ready to blow?
That′s 'cause everything I say is like an earworm
Unfolding in your brain like you almost
Forget to hate my ass when they say my name

I can manifest my mental bungee jumps into a tale of caution
While these hands tremble, marathon with relay pace often
Godson is an odd one, all this water′s laced
And the raw beef on my napkin dinner plate, God is great
Said I'll lay on fire, baking cakes on top of club flyers
I aspire maybe to be more than some wires
Maybe I should put my phone down before the vice versa
And Vice writes a piece about my overhyped purse
My cousins probably heard this like they never heard me speak before
Blessed be these words like you never heard a sneeze before
This little heart of mine got the jaws of life
I put 'em by this mic and try to open every mind and door
My gut is kinda core, these rappers lying poor
Now they line the floor, sine wave, grinding all they diamonds raw
The only dotted line I′m signing is mine
I′m an author, every line is like a shine of my light

We ready to go?