The Jokerr - Justas Where Are You Lyrics
[Intro]A little under a week ago, a phone call took place between the jokerr and Justus,Justus wanted to squash the beef between the two,So the joker wouldn't be afraid to appear and battle him live on the stage at an eventOf course Justus would coordinate,Now Justus coordinates this event,And to follow he would be the primary benefactor of all monetary profits generated by the event,So in essence, he wants the joker to come battle and ti put money in his pockets,I don't think so[Verse 1]It finally happened, everyone was waitin for it, you like to cook the beef stew,But ain't got the mustle to taste and pour itYou woke a sleepin giant,Yeah I'm straight enormous you can feel the ground shakin from me in my basement snoring there's a reason my reputation proceeds me,It's cuz I'm beastly, and I smash *****es like you easily,I might be jeezy, but jokerr's like ouiji,If you an emcee, and you can't touch me,You can't read me,I'm bout to place some power cords,Negate ya crowd reports start sniffin out the wackest hater with the brownest drawersThe chicken's always get to dissin when the falcon soars but I see right through you mother*****ers like shower doorsI out weigh you,Out write you,Out think you,I out spit you, and when I fart, I out stink you,And guess what, I'm coming at you, and I'm finna catch you,I didn't wanna smash you,But I guess I'm gonna have to,Cuz you don't know where to draw the line,You just like to press buttons called you a chicken,Said quit the *****in,But you kept cluckinOr put your money where your mouth is,And bet something your head is so *****ing big,I hear you neck bucklinYou're not knowing me,I'm ready for anything you can throw at me,From on wax,To spoken word poetry on stage,Off stage, guns, rocks, blaze pillars, grenades,You try to slander me sociallyIt doesn't matter,Jokers the mad hatter,With a chocolate lab bladder,Pissin on you fire hydrant ass rapper'sI stop shit,I ain't havin it,I could reach up to stop a helicopter roter blade just by grabbing it ha,I ain't loyal to friends you just mad cuz nothingYou've writtens been worthy to be bitten like foiled and cringe the turmoil begins, but you couldn't go toe to toe with me if we were Siamese twins,Joined at the shins[Break]Hehehehe, oh man what a line,What a line,What a line you think this is a gimmick,You're not with this corny gimmick shit,You're *****ing 30 years old,And still talkin about runnin up on people for sayin shit,Like you need to defend your manhood or something, heh,Allow me to break down what's really going on,Since nobody else wants to do it, heh,Listen[Verse 2]You wack as *****, and can't accept the rap careers a bit impractical,You bit my homie's myspace page,Shit is laughable,It's cool you've been at it for twelve years, in fact it's admirableBut all you got from it's a drug habit and lack of capital,You've opened up for nationals, old ticket's, and packed bars,But A&R's showed up and rolled quicker than nascar you don't leave an impression,You don't even leave a stench, you can stomp through powdered snow,And not even leave prints,Now you might pick up a couple weak spirited mutha*****as,Here and there,From your tenured appearances suckle hustle,But the real spitters ain't feeli the crap you try and publish,Illest lines a mile of rubbish,With poorly designed covers,You're a dime a dozen, punk, struggling rhytm puppet,Stuck up in a cloud of smug, and unable to rise above it,You front like you runnin shit,But inside, you cry and covet,You're the poster child for modern suburban cyber thuggin,Justus yeah I said your name *****,Do something bout it,I've been huggin down in my bunker,But I'm bustin out if, *****in cowards ran the men in that slam,And under the guise of honorActin like you got something invested in Kavy's involvement,It's sad to acknowledge the Kavy beef cuz it's obivious,It ain't about the beef,It's my statue you got a problem withI'm the rapper who leaves other rappers in gasp and appalled I'll make you question if you should even be rappin at all if I'm Eminem,You're not even the dirty dozen,Just a thirty something,Getting murdered by the nerdy youngin,You payin attention,This is how you supposed to rhyme homieYou had a chance, 09, it's jokerrs time only,So put me up against the cheetah,I can sprint faster threaten me,I'll just collapse in a tensed laughterI don't flinch bastards,You can hit me with a wreckin ball,I wouldn't move a thousandth of an inch backwards,I'm on to you,Plottin your little convoluted chronicleWantin the jokerr to come play the dope in your little carnival,Please, homie, real niggas recognize real,So when real spitters hear the jokerr wreckin they like I'll,It ain't jealous resentment,Just mutual shrugs and acknowledgment,We open the hand, and pass love through the palm of itYou're just bitter cuz you ain't make the clubYou an alderman, and now you got bigger problems than Obama's economist,I called you out back in august,You didn't respond to itAnd now you request my presence,For you to make a dollar with ***** that,That's a bunch of bullshit and I'm gone with it,I know you won't show up,You feel threatenedI ain't gon fall for it comin at me on some street shit,You can swallow it all the niggas I know,Know all the niggas you mobbin with the source magazine party and club missed following pete throw him around,Like a couple groupies stalkin him,He told me bout you two runnin up on his ass,Jockin him like a couple fans, with his fam standin there watchin it,So if you say it ain't happen,You're callin him a liar,Then in that case, you got an entire empire to brawl againstSee you don't wanna kick off the Arizona apocalypse,I never claimed to be street,Bu everyone on my roster is,That's why I see through your little brash,Glass *****iness street mutha*****as don't need to talk,Cuz there walikin it,But in the case of *****es like you,It's just the oppositeYou got a bigger mouth than a yardie hippopotamus,Talkin the bla to the Arizona beats populence from a corner cubicle of your jobs corporate officesBut all your talkin yielded you an unintended consequence, a, landmine was planted,And you just stumbled onto em,So here's your official decree,I recommend you honor itAny rapper steppin to jokerr, murder and abolish them, this ain't a gimmick, I ain't *****in around,I ain't some insecure producer dressed up as a clown,I ain't some punk ***** who's never felt the pain of the streets,I know exactly what I'm doin when I'm paintin my cheeksI'm paintin the scars,Paintin the blood,Stitches and scabs, and *****es like you,Claimin I'm just a gimmick and plague,But jokerrs are all the people who you dissed em as needyYou're the reason the jokerr exists,You just couldn't see it,So where you at Justus,Haha, yeahSo where you at Justus,HahahahahahaLet's hear it Justus, come on, come on,Where you at JustusGive me your best shot!
