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Now that your attention is found, check out my system
The last punk that tried to distract, my posse dissed him
Violence ain't the order unless given by the leader figure
Call me a brown man, this Trini boy is born bigger
Much more expanded, livin' larger than the U.S. Army
My cash is jelly food, B-Love will be salami
A D-I-S-T-I-N-G-U-Y S-H-A-B-L-E, M-A-L-E
Not conceited but convinced there's not a thing you can tell me
Got the hot post-lady sayin', "Oh B-Love, will you call me?"
I say no 'cause I'm not stupid, all they want is my money
Life is funny and these people flip so bad it ain't funny
True indeed, you got a damn good fact
Whether you're white or if you're black, your mind is crazy abstract
To the point your head is swimmin' in the twilight
Where you're actin' very silly, not the least bit bright
But JBC Force came tonight to kill the ailment
Rhymes containin' style is our only intent
As a rapper I was sent to uphold a certain measure
Rap happens to be one because it brings people pleasure
Stop illin' and killin' and be more than willin'
To be part of a thing that is quite fulfillin'
Stop and listen
Think of what you got and then think of what you need
Gimme the mic and I'll take lead
And watch the camera snap while girls flick me on Minolta
While I dance around the stage like I was John Travolta
Mono-contemporary modern music
There's a style in my mind I express and often use it
Skill I build for my fans so I endure
More, storm the floor and explore and call the lord
JBC consists of three but harmonizes like four
B-Love's fat, not poor, I open new doors
Drink Heinekens, not Meister Brau's or Coors
I stay away from women who sport facial sores
'Cause AIDS and gonorrhea ain't the style I adore
I wear Drakkar not boots, profile silks not leisure suits
And never wear pants made of parachutes
I'm a well-known poet like Poe or maybe Hughes
I drop views of high news so take clues as I abuse
Crews in a battle, sucker, you're in the shoes
'Cause I present stupid drama like I'm Hill Street Blues
I'm a casual kind of guy, open your eyes
Catch the surprise, the talent has arrived
To get where I am, I thrived and thrived and thrived and thrived
And worked hard so I survived
Smart as I thought like the author of a bestseller
If rap was ice cream, my mic would be vanilla
A-Y-E down with the J-A-Y-B-C
A million pounds of pressure couldn't S-T-O-P me
I sit back and let my lyrics take charge
And sing a little song like I was down with DeBarge
You rap with jingles, drop hype singles
Go to a show with intent to rap and mingle
Keep crowds pumpin', girlies stay jumpin'
After girlies finish jumpin' then the whole joint'll chill
Erasing sucker MC's like they're chalk on a blackboard
'Cause you've just been struck by the JBC sword
Stop and listen
Strong Island, gotta stop and listen
Central Islip, gotta stop and listen
And yes, the 'ville gotta stop and listen
Wyandanch gotta stop and listen
Hempstead, you gotta stop and listen
Uniondale, you gotta stop and listen
Freeport and Roosevelt, you gotta stop and listen
Brooklyn, New York, you gotta stop and listen
Mount Vernon, you gotta stop and listen
Staten Island, gotta stop and listen
Queens and Manhattan, gotta stop and listen
And yes, the Bronx gotta stop and listen
T-T-O, you gotta stop and listen
The Engineer, Wayne, you gotta stop and listen
Tony D, you gotta stop and listen
Yes, my man Oswald, you gotta stop and listen
New York, New York, you gots to stop and listen
England, you gotta stop and listen
Germany, you gotta stop and listen
All over the world, the party people gotta listen