Don lay down the beat
Times of pain and joy with the mic
In my hand I beat like De La Hoya
With my brother I rhyme to the max
Like the Nike Air in the evening degradation
Against a clère I leave my brains moved
With famous rap flows
My rhyme tightens tight like a Thai pussy
Every metaphor pierces you like P-38
For rap I am the poppy for opium
I write the adrenaline and the ink I spread
It takes complex shapes it opens heads like a surgeon
Rap-conspiracy fuck pop-culture
Funk vibration for the soul
My cure
In Dolby
With the rascals
I subvert every rule
Ring me for the chord
That I wrap rhymes in cellophane
I bring the drama like Merola Mario
In stereo I arrive in your neighborhood
In Milan Soprano
Club Dogo the sound folder like Marciano
Rhymes tips of diamonds lyrical divi
Too heavy for the radio and TV.
In the squares people ask for Jake
For nightlife with the supply
Parties with the mic
Tips on Nike
The adjustments on the boosters
The weights inside the bags
He knows the right moves
On the facts of street life
I give flow lessons in rap records
And I push Riky Le Roi's cuts
With the Beenie Man riddims
I'm the enemy of the impostors
They know I caress them with the bloster
Then I fuck them women and give them my poster
I close biz with spliff pusher
If the important thing is the landing like Vinz
I have the Opinel inside my jeans
I have food under contract
The fact It's just that I don't give a shit
Who doesn't eat on my plate
No pain no gain,
I have more funky attitudes than Purple Rain
And you know I'm tough to die
Like Mc Lain I have flows
Like souped-up Benzes on tight metrics
And for those who want to test I have the cylinder heads!
They are a push for the brothers
Amphetamine in blunts
A marvel of rap with coca in its DNA
A bastard from Milan beer in hand
Calamity for your safety if we don't know each other
I degenerate inside bars like P.Diddy
I do scams inside the clubs passing off beedies as joints
Do you remember me, I'm Jake Sacred Schools
I'm the one who shook your hand and gave you the Rolex!
I melt the microphone like mercury
That explodes from the thermometer in the clinic
And kills the nurse in the extraordinary revolutionary
Lyrical volley of the hitman
That takes out the vicar
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My third eye opened in Tokyo
My time zone
Whoever reads one of my rhymes underlines it
Whoever hears it sends it back three times later continue!

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