Letras
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