1.Spell It Wit A J(Yes Yes Jorge)
'spell it with a j, and not with a g' (8x)
Time's up, what？ trey, push me back on the
Rhyme tip to flip, use a nine and a clip
Release date fate's in my hands not yours
Beatnut tracks -- shakes ya drawers
Holdin back the rhymin, time is of the essence
Single file line, participate the presence
Of the puerto rican humble never over-exert
Half-cuban, type brotha, got styles, jerk!
Reclining on the scene, do it with ease
Don't like tools, cool like the breeze
Funky mic holder never was a casanova
Pulled her over told her, baby i'm much older so
'come and talk to me i only wanna, check, you girl
I don't wanna, know your name'
Kickin the style kadi wassup？ (stop, that shit is lame!)
Yes, yes jorge! -- what？ fuck it get right
Puttin fuel in the torch, with a style that ignite
All ducks to the left when i'm pitchin my tent
Spanish speakers -- represent!
Chorus： kurious and beatnuts
'spell it with a j, and not with a g'
(repeat 2x)
I do the dip dip dive, so so socialize
Bang, your buddha highs puts the smoke in my eyes
Malt liquor got me trapped, my rap is controversial
Might drink the brew, but won't do no commercial
Rehearsal is top speed, comin in at a higher rate
Took care of my pupils, now it's time for my pockets
To dilate -- drink mad fluid with the crooks
When i drop tabs like ads in the billboard books
I'm seein right through ya, yeah
Bout time you hit the door -- glad i knew ya
In other words, herb, slide to the side
Hey mary if you're down to j. then i o-blige
No trickin -- business got my head in the yo!
(yo jorge i seen your video) pssh, whattup bro？
Understand the style when it's time to freak the funk
All i got is critics in my ear that's poppin junk
Just like levi's, you need to zip
Your lip up rhymes when it's time to flip
Hit it up quick - like a ball and a bat
Til it's time to slide, like that
Chorus
'spell it with a j... and not with a g' (4x)
You say, 'ok, you spell it with a j, kurious
You're kinda cool, tell me what you're tryin to say'
I had you walkin like a duck, slow and steady now i'm ready
To make you zoom-a-zoom zoom, shake your rump like teddy
Yes, yes jorge -- whaaaah! hearin the yells
The two fly magicians, castin mad spells
Kids buggin, bodies in wells
Prefer to lay back, twist caps and spark l's
？ crew, hardhead style, never quittin
You ask the question why the country western shit is hittin
Secret lies within the stringes of the uke-lele
Then i sail these serpent seas to cuba and parley
Chill, max, smoke a cigar
You need to walk like a.. yeah, you know who you are
Pack my bags, now i'm out to st. croix
Cool latin brother could never be a pretty boy
Girls still be frontin (why？) don't even ask it
I still get head, like a guillotine basket
You bastard -- just kiddin, jokes is what i'm written
My ？ ？ -- don't drive drunk -- i'm skiddin
Back on track, chill around the way
Kurious signin off, spell it with a j
Chorus
'spell it with a j, and not with a g' (2x)
'spell it with a j, and not with a g' ..
'spell it with a j, and not with a g' .. 'and not with a g'
'spell it with a j.. and not with a g'
'spell it with a j.. and not with a g'
2.Top Notch
Kurious the motherfuckin magician with the wand, is
(tell 'em) the man, if i uhh, blow like (blaow)
Jizz in your grill, constipated for real
With the shit to fulfill, combined with mad skill
Brew in the freezer, no time for cock-teasers
Asthmatic wheezer gives more props to a skeezer
Why？ simply cause she know what she want
She won't say, 'i'm so horny,' and then front
When my brain is racin triple time
With thoughts of fuckin you, on my mind
You say it's fine, i find it rather odd
Leave me with my dick mad hard, mentally scarred
Poppin that shit when i said from the gitty-up
I wanted to slay that ass, lick your titties up
Fakin moves bitch you need to stop
Tell you straight up, cause my notch is top
Chorus： repeat 4x
'now i hold my crotch..'
Why the fuck you hold crotch？
'.. cause i'm top notch' -＞ de la soul
Mister, huh huh is it all about blunts？
Simulatin ideas, just confusin the drunks
Check this out i don't get down like that
Cause me and the magician come with tricks in out hats
And pats on the backs is somethin i don't need
When i realized that it's triggered by the greed
In your heart, you can't play me, like a dart
All you wanna see is the progression on the charts
Remarks on your memos, change the numbers on your checks
But does it really matter when you girl gives me straight neck？
(straight up baby) aww fuck, i guess you're outta luck
Now you understand？ you're walkin like a duck
The, truth hurts uhh, your girl flirts
And i walk by you, with frustrating smirks
Jerks get played by the tricks of my mind
A call costs a quarter so i'd never drop a dime
Chorus
Ba-ba-bam! smack you in the face with mud
Now look at your grill, fuckin shit got blood
On my shirt, back the motherfuck up jerk
It's the wicked, psycho les puttin in work
Nijjas got me flippin right to the other set
I smoke punk niggaz like my name was boba fett
I drop bombs, that land on your moms
I smoke the 808 blizznuts, fuck the tom-toms
Beatnuts, number one sin-ner
Fuckin around with the (？？？)
Bitch drink one to the head - boom
So when i pop my dick, hit the bed!
Suck, on your tits and eat the cake
Stick my dick and filled the bitches like shake
Oooh oooh, nut and check my watch
I gotta be ghost, cause i'm fuckin top notch
Chorus
{＊needle drags across record＊}
Yo what the fuck you doin？ why you
Yo what'd you stop the track for？？
Don't be scared, it's only me, playin..
Ahhhhhhhhh! who is it？？
Hey yo here comes the french flavor
Mad lucien black, don't sleep on my behavior
I pack a glock then a black bust a cap
On a cop if you try to step you get popped
Pops you don't know me, i'm raw like sushi
Straight from france so don't play me like a pussy
(c'mon, a french gangster) aiyyo, how did you figure？
And when i drop shit you say, 'damn that's a french nigga!'
Yo, nigga from the woods kept swangin
With the c.m., and yo check out what we brangin
Je continue, je flambe, vous connaissez ma ligne
(don-key style) - (？？)
Eh yo, ta meuf me fait signe
Direction les toilettes
Plus rien ne m'arre
Et je pe fait la fe
Et coups d'tes dans ta te
Comme un requin vicieux depuis 82, sacre bleu
Bie dans l'estomac et de l'herbe dans les yeux
(ahhahahahahaha !!!)
Que ce passe-t-il je titube, c'est bizarrrre..
{＊needle drags across record to end song＊}
3.I'm Kurious
＊ i'm kurious!!! ＊ (2x)
'i wanna know what's on your mind..'
One two check, start the analysis
Why am i placed, in a situation wack as this？
Enquiring minds want to know; kurious jorge
Creativity from the mind and then so
At times i think i'm nice, clutch my genitalia
With the type of rhymes, that'll derail ya
Train of thought, 2-3 uptown
On the iron horse, self esteem slows down
A humble type of fella, i count my blessings troop
But i'm countin more blessings than i count loot
Got a heart full of kindness, pocket full of lint balls
Everywhere i go yo, try and avoid the pitfalls (damn)
I understand, things don't come easy
Try to stay away from those who's sleazy
Ways portrays it reflects on the business
I wanna know (why jorge？) cause i'm kurious
＊ i'm kurious!!! ＊ (4x)
'i wanna know what's on your mind..'
Am i to think i'm all that cause my rocket's on the rise？
(hell no) with the surface, i still got ties
Besides what goes up, has got to come down
I know the day'll come when i'm broke and back around
My old block cool, cause i love everyone
From my man big tone on down to little damien
And then i'm thinkin of the past, remiscin on a 40
Alcoholism started back when i was shorty
I praise the lord, my soul to keep
And think of how peaceful it is when i sleep
Cold lampin in my rest, all the stress and pain
Combination for success, razor and a vain？ (chill)
Maybe.. but my inner self saves me
Got me in control, when i'm feelin crazy
Peace to my mother, you know i love ya
And to my dog sampson, i love you too
＊ i'm kurious!!! ＊ (4x)
'i wanna know what's on your mind..'
'on the streets, kurious like jorge!' -＞ pete nice
Verse three rolls around, situation's brighter
Easin on the breaks, subject matter's lighter
Kurious jorge, with a j not a g
A smooth flowin brother and i brought forth the
Style that flexes, from here to texas
Don't own a lexus, so opposite sexes
Commence to diss - why must you be material？
Dissed it cause i flipped it and i ate ya like cereal
Sex ain't literal, no clitoral stimulation
From the tongue, just a rhyme well brung
First class delivery like a fed-ex folder
As i look back in the days, i never was a
Casanova type brother, valentino lover
Nor the fly guy but hey well i tried
Damn hard i must add, listen and trust dad
When he told me, 'yo jorge, youse a cool mother..'
＊ i'm kurious!!! ＊ (7x)
4.Uptown Shit
Kurious sparks the buddha, shit act like you knew the
The game fuck the fame shit is lame rather do the
Bump bumpety bump with a stuntety stunt
Don't forget my name bitch, i got what you want
Can't front on the man known to say 'yea yea'
It's the puerto rican wonder motherfucker don't stare
If you're vision's 20／20 best believe
I got plenty for that ass -- ha ha, you know the steelo
Kilos ain't flipped so my ass is broke
Catch me on two-five, steamin the choke
Like the sauna word is bond i, step to a hoochie
That's the word for it, try to kick it honey diss me
I ignore it, sorta like the water is dense
Bitch think a nigga's rich, it don't make sense
Little brother the omen hit up some shit that's fit
Represent for the peeps on some uptown shit
Chorus： repeat 2x
Yo it's the uptown shit - it's the uptown shit
Check the uptown shit - strictly uptown shit
Yo it's the uptown shit - it's the uptown shit
Check the uptown shit - strictly uptown shit
Yeah! skull snaps now i'm the pimp
Comin straight, it's the omen with that uptown shit
Stride's kinda humble, stays cool with the strut
Graze a big butt, i step back, then i nut
Damn! i wish i got her but fuck the bitch
I flip with a twitch, pulls a nigga that's rich
So, i steps cool, acts like i know
Step to the block and join in some cee-lo
I roll 6-6-6 with the tricks cause it's fixed
Your head is banged so i got you in the mix
I spit the pul-like-a-pit
Now i'm leavin you.. on some uptown shit
Ha ha, check me out as the third introduct
Niggaz talkin the lip, but i don't give a fuck
It's the uptown shit, where honies shake their hips
And the fellas try to dip, in the miracle whip
One time it's the rican with the low haircut
With the bitches that fuck, then swallow the nut
Straight facts from a cat who will give you the scoop
I be knockin more boots than that h-town group
So give me mine poppa duka when i race your koopa troopa
In a, mario kart, niggaz dread me from the start
Don't fuck around kid if you ain't prepared
Cause a nigga whose scared, is a nigga who ain't there!
Chorus
Check it out
There it is, hear the sound, got a blunt, bust me down
Forty-five, no st. ide's, it's the wines that i dine
Chickenhead shit is dead, you're gettin me fed
Slide up the block i hear, 'whattup kid？'
Yeah yeah, kurious, save the mess for the rest
Known for takin buddha sess, straight to the chest
Slide to the rucka every week's the same
Strictly checkin for ass, motherfuck the game
Pysch, i sneak a peak at my main man tone
Only bitches i sweat, is the bitches that bone
Puffin on a loose bitch exhale fast
I throw my dick in your mouth
Have you blowin rings out your fuckin ass..
.. til it's time to quit
Whattup to big trey on some uptown shit
Chorus w／ variations
5.Leave Ya' With This
S-u-b, r-o-c
(？？) rock it to the highest degree
Fresh out the box, in comes the loot
Psych cause it don't, i flaunt the tactic, climactic styles
No i won't go out the back like the vermin
I'm burnin, all sucker mc's whose hittin switches like erick
sermon
Easier-rider provider of the old school shit
The tool gets hot when it's shot
Droppin shit on the mic, like faggots do in their drawers
When they see my sihlouette, surprise, the crops is yours
Blue light soars, speed to the heavens
Seperate from your body in this piece of shit we live in
You're back to the essence we will always miss your presence
See you later in bliss, for now i leave ya with this..
{＊horn break＊}
Anticipation of the groove makes me go rrrrahh
Kurious the brainiest spontaneous, nah
On the real sub, tell me yo yo, why they be buggin？
They shoulders should be sore from the nuts that they be huggin
Never payin tolls, cause i don't own a car (worrrrd up)
Tell a bitch if she wanna bone a star
To ride my dick to the moon like a rocket
Already got a girl, bitch you need to stop it
My dog, i lock this up
I know you're laughin only wish that i could reach ya
If i get my shit correct, i'm guaranteed to meet ya
But you're back to the essence we will always miss your presence
See you later in bliss, for now i leave ya with this..
{＊horn break＊}
You tell me, 'whattup hobbes？' i say that's what jordan got
You think i'm a superstar？ nah, can't afford a lot
Of shit cause my pockets is fucked
Welfare style, why smile？ here stops the bucks
Aww shit, make way for the prolific charismatic
Hispanic, puerto rican cuban plus a functional addict
Rehabilitation is needed
Got soul cruise control at 55, never speeding
The ticket, you stick it, crevice, is anal
Try to match up parallel, and yo the pain will
Make you cringe, but the joint is dedicated
To my man up top, none other than subroc
Takin time machine trips, go back and correct shit
Roughed up a beat, i freestyle on some next shit
You're back to the essence we will always miss your presence
See you later in bliss, for now i leave ya with this..
{＊horn break＊}
6.Fresh Out The Box
Hi!! how's it goin alright fellas
Ladies and gents, welcome to a new edition of uhh
'tap talk usa' with your host..
Louis.. st. ide's donkey dick, yeah
Today we will be interviewing my pal my good buddy uhh
Big al
Willy scratch, that's me, willy scratch!
I like to scratch my ass!
How you doin willy scratch？
Well when the lemonade is on the line,
And the milk is in the back pocket,
And the burgers are on the floor,
What do you like to do most？
Aww i scratch the two tumors in my bloomers!
That's what i love to do, it's the best!
(je-zus christ!! brother love loves you)
Ohh-kay, that's a little word
From our preacher over here on the right, but uhh
When the uhh shit hits the fan,
And your uhh, tissue hits the hand,
And you wipe the diarrhea and you put it in a pan,
What do you come up with？
I get golden showers on my fucking asshairs
And on my mustache i wipe it in your glass! hahaha!
(je-zus save you! brother love loves you)
.. 'i wanna say a few words to you guys,
That i've been thinking about backstage.'
Three cheers for my peers for the brew that i'm consumin
No knockin what i'm rockin cause my confidence is boomin
Sort of like a eight-oh-eight, but a fake note
Not (？？) again loop, without a paid show
(daaamn) take a quick dip in my moat
Kurious the magician i'm laid back like dope
Or valium, or (？？) be chillin like i wanna
A freezer full of 40's and a pocket full of scarma
Shit is on the verge to break
Throw on my fluffy white hat with a tendency to bake
Motherfuckers til they're cripsy, i mean fuckin burned
Bout time that you learned kid
Check what i did flip the lid of my brew
Givin a quip (？？) a dollar or two
C.m. crew, rocks more pull than a ox
(where can i check this out？) fresh out the box
'fresh out the box..' -＞ run-d.m.c. {＊scratched＊}
Check it out
No it doesn't take a sleuth, to know i'm hundred proof
I raise the fuckin roof, get looser than a tooth
In a, elderly's gums, i collect healthier sums
Of loot when i'm out drinkin with the bums
Pour in contributions, slide to the liquor spot
Brothers put their money on me cause i'm figured to rock
Yeah, with that shit that booms
Hoppin trains is a pain i maintain in the tombs
Crack the judge with a grudge, 'i don't like puerto ricans'
Speakin on the jones, made bail, and now i'm leapin and jumpin
True to the time, my shit is pumpin
Think you wanna talk？ i'm dumb, i don't know nothin
Jack shit, suck a fat dick you fuckin bastard
I'm illy with the (？？), drinkin wines gettin plastered
While you maintain, in your donut shops
Kids runnin with glocks, fresh out the box
'fresh out the box..' -＞ run-d.m.c. {＊scratched＊}
Uhhh, check it out
Dropper of the funk, not a beef initiator
Temperature's on, rise like the equator
Later for the bullshit, save the tip for the waiter
'was the pussy good sir？' i don't know, i never ate her
Plant tabs on my tongue so my thoughts can grow
'aiyyo your lyrics is corn,' like the, one on my toe
To get with kurious you gots ta keep on tryin son
And when it comes to fucks - nah i don't give a flyin one
If fucks had wings yo i'd be flyin forever
Pullin on a lover with her pet
A peacock lover dipped in ink, you're +pretty in pink+
Molly ringwald got scald, the water in the sink
Was red hot -- oops, almost forgot
And if the honey look good, i walk her like a rott-
-weiler, i style her, in other words sport her
She tried to dig my pockets (bus-ted) but yo i caught her
Sorta bugged ain't it？ dig the flow of the rhyme
You know the hoe fainted when i showed her mine
Jumpin out the socks whether cotton or mesh
Guaranteed out the box, that my shit stay fresh
'fresh out the box..' -＞ run-d.m.c. {＊scratched＊}
7.Walk Like A Duck
Ah yeah
It's the fat joint right here
Here we...
This joint right here is dedicated to
Well, i'm not malicious
But all those whose words vicious
Talkin behind the back
This shit is wack
Here we go
You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
Walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
Say what？ (like a muthafuckin duck!)
You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
Walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
Yo jorge, how do ducks walk？
Check it
Kurious was never one for ring around
The rosie, not josey, but i mosey on down
To a meadow where the flowers stay wilted
So what i ain't hit as many skins as wilt the stilt did
It's like that, never labelled a wack
And yo, they choose behind my back to do the duckville quack
My style is cool, sweet like a ？？？
But still (what？) you gossip like a bitch
Mental stimulation when i'm rollin with the rat pack
If you're frontin rock, get the doodoo out your knap sack
The fat track provided by the beat' got you goin
'nuts kickin butts, underneath be when i'm flowin
I'm knowin, you frontin-ass ducks is gettin smeared
My crew rolls thick like a hillbilly's beard
Constipated monkeys gettin to the point quick
Like my man apache said： yo, get off (my dick!)
It's like that and - ah
Didn't go to georgia, took the train to alabama
On the midnight tip like gladys knight and the pips
My sole intention bein to move the marrow in your hips
Family confusion's what motivates the rhymer
Got an aunt named tom, uncle named jemima
Kurious jorge on the welfare line
Plus american airline never prepared mine
Ears for the poppin, hands for the clappin
If i sense turbulence, commence to see the captain
Two strikes, your motion got a notion of funk
I must prescribe a mint (why？) cause your breath stunk
(ill) i paid the bills, sent a check to my mama
If you try to wreck my mind, there's mad drama
I'ma deliver one worm for the hawk
Eliminatin quacks on the duck walk
I drop limes like you drop mescaline
Tabs on my tongue as i swung from the swing
And came up with that thing they call 'walk like a duck'
Quite frankly don't give a fuck
Mama raised me humble, so i never ever label
Myself as the best, cause some of the rest got more flavor
But that's okay, beyond a shadow of a doubt
I got skills, i ain't conceited, but still might take you out
Half puertorican, half cuban, not fidel
Castro, like an astro you know i excel
Time to sell mad units, scratchin on my pubics
Complicate confusion like a ？nick kubrick？ on a rubik
Who kicks the bubbles that allow the truth to surface？
I never will delete, so i don't defeat the purpose
Slapshot the gift like a hockey puck
Ha-ha, you fuckin duck
8.Tear Shit Up
Aiyyo, check this out, right here is kadi
The man with the yellow hat and uhh
This track right here is by the motherfuckin beatnuts aight？
And my partner kurious jorge is about to get into
Some real real deep shit
So what you do is you uh, open your motherfuckin ears
And check this shit out
And if you can't dig it, then break the fuck out, uhh!
Kurious the magician hits the podium like a public speaker
Highly energized, (？？) boricua
Strictly representin for my people spanish speakin
Shit got you groovin, half-cuban puerto rican
Yeah, got you feelin the funk
Who's the mystery man, til you pop the trunk
No need to second guess me and psycho les
If you predict i'm goin right i just might go left
And def the lyrics kick so my joints they fit
What you bit was a hit, and you can't say jack shiiiit
Here's a towel wipe the sweat (uh-huh)
C'mon, time to jet
Chorus： repeat samples 4x
'i'm like tellin you straight on up
Everywhere that i go, the boy..' --＞ biz markie
'.. tear shit up!'
Divine dropper of the shit that booms, i consume
Mad (？？) that's how it is then exhale fumes
Out the nose and mouth, even hoes down south
Know my status as the baddest puerto rican nigga out
My ego shrinks from gettin jerked on the business tip
At times, wanna scream yo what is this shit？
Shiiit, man what the fuck？
All i want is a brew, i ain't even got a buck
Well i makes the brew, on the east coast
But on the other side of town, they gettin paid
I'm gettin jerked quick slayed out the back
With no trap, to bang, slap
Fuck a billboard, cause i still score with mines
Wines intertwine in my liver, deliver the rhymes
But to no avail
Got me walkin the plank, fuck time to set sail
Chorus 1／2
'.. tear shit up!' (2x)
'kurious jorge, on the welfare line..'
Influence carries over to a 70-flow
Got a old school knack, so the wack could know
We takin pride in our shit, though we're lackin the dough
Fuck that we're on the rise - like my dj's fro
Yeah! hittin up the kicks and beats
Yo the nuts got tricks for the chicks and freaks
Know my motherfuckin style, word to miz
Prince power in the house put me up on the biz
Miz got the sess combined with the hash
Two pulls and pass knock you on yo' ass
Hobbes, chill til the cypher stops
Kickin rhymes point blank, the mix, the drops
Come together harmonize us so it don't sound lame
Whattup to nice ＆ smooth, house of pain
So pack it up, pack it in, it's gettin kind of late
And rich i fucked up b sorry i kept you waitin
Chorus
9.Baby Bust It
10.Nikole
Yo jorge, what's up, man？
Yo, i'm chillin, what's up, what's goin on, man？
Yo, i'm coolin man, but i'm like worried about you, uknowmsayin？
Why you worried about me, man？
Cause, yo man, you be drinkin a lot, you know
Everytime i see you you got a 40
Nah man, i'm just chillin, knowmsayin？
You're sure it's not girl problems, man？
Nah, ain't no girl problems, man, you buggin
I don't know man, i don't know
Come on, man, what's her name？
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole (4x)
I don't sweat, no perspirational drip flip
Nope, the beat is dope, so acknowledge the tic
Toc of the clock, cause times are changing
Me sweatin girls, man, that's back in the days when
I was naive, kinda young, mighta even brung
Flowers to your door, but be damn sure
Those days are no more, so classify em as ancient history
Mysery was caused cause your wack way of thinkin
Breath stinkin cause i'm sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin the mic and rappin
Gifts with ribbons, when will this madness cease
You played me like a pair of lee's with a permanent crease
All i ever wanted was for us to rock 'n roll
Ha-ha - nikole
Yeah, yeah, right
Right, right, right
Come on, man
She got you goin, you know it, my man
Yo, he sweatin her hard, man
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole (4x)
I come back on a round-trip ticket from hell
But all's well, you see, i'm a survivor
Carnivore - you, played the role of
Never makin any attemps to show love
But that's okay, see, i'm not a first grader
Don't need attention, need not mention that i'm greater
So later for that, cause i'm not the type for braggin
Just like my jeans my self-esteem was saggin
Pick up a 40 or a six of the stout draught
My life was hittin, know what exactly i'm talkin about
The style that flips, the sips of the 40 ounce
To the bounce i got more, so i score
One thing's for sure： understand and comprehend
Before you play yourself like a trend i send
A little word of advice, fisher price toy i'm not
Man, i ain't a boy, thought you mighta forgot
The song i sing cause your ill mood swings low
Merry christmas to a ho-ho-ho
Play the role of santa clause, so save the drama
Tell you straight up, just like i was from alabama
You really need to start treatin people better
I regret the day i met her
Yo man
Y'all givin me a hard time
Leave me alone, i ain't sweatin her, man
Aiyo jorge, man, skeez' come a dime a dozen
Ain't no need for you to be sweatin her love
Go 'head and just kick it
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole (4x)
Nikole, i got one more thing to say
Even if i never see another day
The games you play really taught me a lesson
All dressed up, but in disguise they were a blessin
So i say thanks, but now it's time for me to step
Kurious jorge, you know you shoulda never slept
On me, but girl, you know that's not what i'm about
You're (wack) and i'm out
Word!
Yo, we outta here
Word, let's be outta here
Let's go to sticky mike's, man, uknowmsayin？
Get some skins
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole
Nikole
11.What's The Real？
Kurious：woddy. woody. uh huh! ya don't stop!
Casual：what's the real, what's the real on the skills？
Kurious： what's the real, what's the real, what's the real？
Casual：
As long as i remember
I been rockin' shit since then
When. you wasn't in
I can get a trend, broken
Cause too many people pay atten-tion
Not extracting the proper com-pre-hen-sion
When one of those flows who chose to kick
I stomp
The new school ruler
Is cooler than bartles ＆ james
I make you think
I make you blink
Cause you wouldn't dare stare
When you pretend
To contend
With the, men
I put out my music to make fools get petrified
Here's somethin' i bet ya tried
Anylizing me
Taking notes of every little movement and action
Well, you're wiser, g
Cause other rappas aint doin' that
So that makes you fresher than the rest of the weak, ones.
Kurious：
Kurious
Ginseng
Wheat germ
Break the butra beth
Then i jet like eastern
Jaws in description
Conniption ya suffer
Uh, never was a booty buffer
Hit it from the back, though
Specially when the face look wack
You don't believe me
The man with the yellow hat'll tell ya
First i'll smell ya
If the whiff is fishy
Reply is kinda iffy
If, ands, or buts
I'm sure to tear the guts
I'm trippin' on a tab
So i'm clumsy like a clutz
Struts is smooth
Sorta like a pimp
Ya call me king jorge
Cause i'm swift with the ink
Which is drippin', off
The point of a felt
Tip pen, i'm flippin' and i might leave a speed, not
I need not
The words of a sucka
I play the rice ＆ beans ＆ i'm out muthaffff...
Casual：
Oh yeah!
Here i go again to win
I got the ill phat shit
So watch me kill that shit
I kick styles, to tease
Mcs you know me
I'll whip that ass so bad
You'll change your rhyme name to to-by
Gimme ya new shit to jock
Cause casual had past you all
And i don't stop
Cause i'm the phattest at this
To every bitch you clown
Here's a big fat, dissss...
Kurious： so baby, baby, baby! (ow, wow, ow), i wanna, get me
off, ya
Got to blow me, got to blow me
Dumb motherphukk
Ya don't know me from shit
So get familiar
Illa, i be the monkey, constipated
Gorilla, what's the real？ unga-bunga!
I've brung the rhymes
Sip wines on the tundra
Thunder because the lines equipped
No time to slip, cause i'm grippin'
The concrete street
And black ＆ red scottie pippens
Whth the funk in ya back trunk
Let the spot get loose
Kurious, hieroglyphics
We hangin' like a noose...
12.Jorge Of The Projects
Tune in your sets
(spark your cigarettes)
You don't need cable tv
(just a window to see) who, me？
The kurious one in your backyard
(monkey bars i'm swingin on)
(check it)
Okay, time period 5 b.c.
5 years before money and crack was a priority
(authority) figures loomin like dark skies
(sittin in class, second hand movin clock wise)
Patiently waitin for the bell to ring (ring)
There it is, i gather my things
(backpack over my shoulder, like a soldier i troop)
Uptown, sportin a frown (cause you're wearin a corny suit)
I metamorphasize from the shirt and ties
(what else？) laces in shoes ain't fly (it's a pack of lies)
Hm - now that's more likely
Pumas, mocknecks (and maybe like a pair of lee's)
Yeah, i feel fantastic
Sneak out the house cause mama's rules was mad drastic
('boy, stay in the house,' she says)
'yo mom, no disrespect
And jetted out the door, you know that i jet
(real quick outside) so i could be among
Yeah, my friends, how i miss bein young
Jorge, jorge, jorge of the projects (repeated)
Fun years are over (and now here comes)
A period of time, respect is measured in lump sums
Of money (drugs, thugs are cool)
Word up, chumps get slung (kids droppin outta school
Girls add fuel to the fire if you're a bum)
Word up, bottomline is： (kid, you're gettin none)
(no play at all) cause they want shirlings
Fat bangle bracelets (the matching earrings)
Brothers, they be fallin victim to the trickin
The life is finger lickin good (just like the chicken)
Don't count em all (word up, until they hatch)
The story sounds good (shit, but there's a catch)
Jorge (jorge of the projects)
Made the choice to gain material objects
(pushin ac legends up the block)
Stock is on the rise (from the flip of a rock)
So he chills (in the fat-ass joint)
Point fingers (favors linger in the mind)
He got his (and you know i got mine)
But for now it's about that time
Check it out
Jorge, jorge, jorge of the projects (repeated)
Humble, t-t-tumblin down (word up, the shit which allows)
Someone to be a nice guy (kurious jorge)
Tell ya straight, respect (to my mother) like no other
(cause i love you to death)
Trife (project life) yeah you might say that
Murder crimes and (drugs) man, they're goin way back
When (some by the pen straight out the ghetto)
(expose the hate) but try to be a kind fellow
Still mellow is the trait i choose to uphold
(by means a peace died) . 45 (now hold)
(go) aiyo, amp, spark the biff
(come on, jorge, what you be meanin？) dummy - the fat spliff
(i guess times are great, so celebrate the celebration)
Word up, vacation from the projects (cause the object is
inflation)
Of my bank book (which you don't have)
Shut up, cause maybe some day (sure you'll have a whole lot of
money)
(aiyo, honey, no need to change the topic)
Word up, and jorge'll be jorge (jorge of the projects)
Jorge, jorge, jorge of the projects (repeated)
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