Jump Jump

Fuck that shit

I wanna see you jump

That's right, I wanna see you jump

Fuck 'em

I wanna see you jump, stomping on a land mine

Welcome to the minefield son, you could have mine

Many challenger through the vine feeling entwined

High caliber, Babylon that you might find

One step away from the beggar in your cash line

Claiming that you spit gold but through the brass shine

Sweet it is to lie on the green grass

From the other side, kinda looking at what he has

Slave to the weed, wack love girls but need snacks

Not the type of stain to be known in your next fags

This is hip hop, all I got left

Through the page I express loving you to the death

Feeling blessed, even though it seems like the curse

From the shadows of my heart, dark times I've seen worse

So I burst, no longer concealing the rage

Fuck a reason, the demon released from the cage

I wanna see you jump, jump

Brock out, go beat up that chump, chump

Cause I'm sick of getting treated like a cunt

And the feeling is fucked and I'm building it up son

So, I think I wanna see you jump, jump

Brock out, go beat up that chump, punk

I'm sick to death of seeing her with a bag of piss

And the train of thought about is empty as my pocket is

Been clocking this, pill popping is in sprouting

The run away, still hear my old man shouting

Doubting the world since I first got double crossed

Double headed, gone tossed, inevitable love lost

But at what cost? Now I'm right on the edge, dark

Pictures in my head, whispers that he said

Make me paranoid as fuck and the weed don't help

At the gates of my destiny, stone cold, I melt

As the hail stones pelt, thundering from the sky

All the sins I committed, all the bad, all the lies

Still high, but I'ma be exactly who I am

Stuck devising the plan, middle finger to the man

Through the riddle I expand cause we all feel like this sometimes

A prisoner in our own minds

I wanna see you jump, jump

Brock out, go beat up that chump, chump

Cause I'm sick of getting treated like a cunt

And the feeling is fucked and I'm building it up son

So, I think I wanna see you jump, jump

Brock out, go beat up that chump, punk

Naive on the beats

From a Scarecrow's perspective