76% Lyrics - Singles - Jean Grae

Ready the cops ready the riot gear, ready the bombs 

Ready the cars fuck it ready the tank hit the alarm 

Trilogy infinity bars, I'll spit in your mouth 

Break in your house, shit on your couch, hit your kid and spouse 

Survival shit homey 

Driving with a corset made of dynamite sticks on me 

Arm me with an army jacket with a pistol in it 

I'll just pistol whip you like a bitch you calling me a bitch 

Your lip is busted dripping crimson on the floor honey 

You see it's all fun and games 

Until you're falling on my sword gutted to the core buddy 

With a 4x4 to your jaw, assaulting your balls with a saw, and some sea salt 

Loaded cannon on the other side of a seesaw 

With an if you see something say something sign hee haw 

Guit-ar strings, and a key card with a sharpened end 

Will make me carve things in ya deep scars that never mend 

But never mind Jeannie right 

She's harmless calm as condom in a convents quarters 

As Common as Lonnie, or women covered in islamic countries 

Or conflict in congress 

Or in Copenhagen commenting danke 

Idiot 

I'm unmitigatedly brilliant, bet again 

Better go back the to beginning Fezig, Finnegan 

Put in your bid again, bet Grae 

Kiss the converse, Leroy 

I'll windmill bee boy all over your kinfolk 

And I don't mean breakdance 

I'll throw a hive at boy 

And kick him in a windmill and then spin the damn spoke 

I'm Pig Pen but swarming with half notes 

Treble clefs, bass clefs, half rest as top hat 

Delivery legato as fuck and not a libertine who liberally fucks 

I deliberately say "fuck that" 

Tongue in the second letter of vocabulary 

Make it come and go whenever necessary 

Yes nigga i cuffed that 

Drink a big cup of Never 

Bit of hilarity 

If you front the flow i dare whatever ya test 

I love that 

Bethenny Frankel, slim chance of that shit 

I'm Dr Gonzo on constant natural acid trip 

My natural state is bat country 

Do I want some molly? No ma'am, Al Bundy 

Marcy Darcy haircut, Daria attitude 

Marty McFly Air mags, pardon the magnitude 

I make references to shit I like 

I really don't care if it's a hit on site 

I'm not blackpeoplemeet 

I spit on mikes 

Aww man I'm sorry 

Is the kid alright? 

All night long Lionel Richie, Vince Vaughn 

And I'll stretch my shit out like Cardiff Giant off a plane 

Arcane is an innocuous descriptive of the lane 

But Arkham is more accurate and smarter to claim 

Wayne manner, not the house, but the same mannerisms 

Played out, but without the pain of the slain parental figures 

Orphan rap, endorphin rap, dolphin rape 

Wait...how'd that get in there, aww too late 

Orphan black, multiple characters, same actor Jean 

With a St Patricks Day theme, drink 

An almanac of culpable narratives, in back of me 

With a quaint braggish Grae lean 

Blink, and you''ll probably miss it 

But I'm glad well you listened 

And that the fans who get it 

Whenever damn well they spread it 

If it's thin as pancetta you do could it damn better 

I'm like the Whoville anthem and their mascot forget it 

Imagine Bambaataa in Calcutta in 76 

With a Cosby sweater on 

That's how hot I am 

Then imagine Dorothy Parker in Alaska in 1926 sitting a bar 

That's how hot I am 

Also 

Many levels of hotness 

My pineal gland is on a vacations top list 

Cut me, I bleed agave. That's obnoxious 

Why would you need to cut me just trust me, it's a process 

I could build your confidence 

Also be your accomplice(laughs) 

I couldn't say that with a straight face I'm way too honest 

I'll push you in the Gowanus for nothing 

I'll punch you in the vomit button 

I'm kinda like Rick Moranis but with Vigo in him (Vigo) 

I'm from the land of Cry Freedom (Biko) 

I probably would have fucked Mc Lovin 

Yipee-ki-yay John McClane 

I don't die hard 

I don't Dylan 

I'll never die at all 

I get dye jobs, for sticking up dive bars 

And making the old guys lick up the whole stripper pole 

And make 2 sidecars, side bars 

Side cars are delicious 

So lift a cup or two, bitches 

To the motherfucker who these other motherfuckers wanna do