re-visit the following

good pain
mind probe
it's alright
mwap
franklin (new lyrics)

new shit:
ready to roll
move
crazy mary

shut down

horns and shit
(maybe get omar to scratch a chorus)

sun beamin on a nigga when i'm steppin out
leanin on a fresh pair of sneakers for the weekend
and i'm feelin so professional, shoulda never let him out
now he bout to shut a town down when he get around

loud as i wanna sound, pound on the summer ground
stand out as an up and comer when he inna crowd
damn yo i love it when i summon up a little proud
rumble in my stomach as i hustle on the underground

surfacin to let it out, humble but a brotha
got a purpose when he workin bigger than another couple rounds
hunh struggle for the butter til he figure out
how to feel good with the little that they givin out

and still stay original, and he really would
live it up in the cut if they ever let his spirit loose
til then though i make my own miracles
jason straight while the game stay spherical

log off, reboot and rebound
cuz we comin through to shut the shit down
stay grindin, never i back down
and when the time comin i'm shuttin the shit down
work it out, sun up to sun down
then we back at it, we shuttin the shit down
leave haters behind in dust clouds
my grind don't stop til the place shut down
shut down, we shuttin the shit down
d-down to ground, we shuttin the shit down

never clown around when it's coming to the greenery
not the tea or reefer, the one that people thievin
the one that's keepin people workin p.m. to the p.m.
and it keep us dreamin bout the ceilin on a b.m.

schemin on how to turn paupers into playas
then playas into g.m.'s, g.m.'s into martyrs
feedin mothers and the daughters, but see it's gettin harder
so i chase paper like the money was a vodka

and i'm shuttin down the bar, son, runnin outta oj
it's okay, jay sawn just get his dough straight
yea yea callin that a money shot
sonny steady runnin til the hunger in his tummy stop

his brother got a summer job, and his mother got another spot
not until his father can afford to give his daughter
something more than just a bummy watch, so i keep my runnin socks
on as i hustle like a motherfucka pumpin rocks


try to stack a little bit of cheddar in his bank account
so he can be the cat that his family will brag about
stance as i glance the scenery and really he
feelin pretty peachy,
even presidential
see him joint chiefin on the reefer kinda sneakin

hands on

listen all i wanna do is rap and twist spliffs
admittedly a fetish for cheddar and fresh kicks
mixed drinks, women, the endin is the beginnin
same shit, my etiquette no better than a sinner's
day shift is killin my whole rhythm
gotta new home but i'm feelin alone in it
it's so simple, fill a glass with the swisha ash
puff never pass, and i'm glad just a little
then i fiddle with a notepad
and i autograph instrumentals w/ a number 2 pencil
but my potential got a lotta consequences
holla at a loved one try to numb the issue
shit, i'm punchdrunk with dump truck
of fuckups and dumb stuff that's cloggin up the mental
i showed up with some love and pay stubs
try to sell a soul but i'm hearin the rate sucks

they wanna test ya heart but stand strong
try to find land for a brother to camp on
but that part don't come w/out passion
and that's all that a brother can get his hands on
x2

yeaa, the cash call but it's dialin collect
while an axe fall on a brother swimmin in debt
so, i freestyle to discover the depth
then i realize there is nothin under the mess
i figure it's a dream and i'm wonderin when
all of these mysteries finna come to an end
pffft, man fuck it i win
even if i gotta lose and finish with all the bruises
fine, listen i'm sick of followin rules
and i know it's a couple screws loose in the medulla
comparin me to them is yardsticks to rulers
a philip fry brother steady livin in the future
with a new style you not really used to
fuckin w/ a tuxedo flow it don't suit ya, still
i showed up with some love and pay stubs
try to sell a soul but i'm hearin the rate sucks

the one

legrand

jason came to bring the ruckus
baseball blunts, kirby puckett w/ the dutches
never lookin back & i ain't into all the frontin
never know where he end up in a discussion
til he put it down over keys & percussion
flow so unique over beats, it's disgustin
hope that you eat when i'm speakin i'm munchin
these emcees like the trees got me lunchin
yo i hear the bell so the clock i am punchin
even though the cash flow stop so abruptly
landlord ask for the cash on the monthly
so he cuttin back on the hash every monday
yo it's kinda brash cuz the job is a murderer
blockin up the path so i turned into a hurdler
rappers sound average, i'm more of a superlative
you not me dog, jason is a cerberus
look it up, you would know what i meant it for
appreciate the hella dope metaphor and let it go
and these cats worried about the fella who
turn a girl out like the middle of a centerfold
well ease back, breathe deeply
peep these tracks he attacks on the weekly
i'm the real deal y'all c3po
she see me how trinity see neo, the ooone.

karma put in order every memory & doubt
i'm all about that but that ain't all that i'm about
so he think back, get the armor out his house
step into a cypher like a challenge in the joust
predator rapper, never battle any mouse
i'm big game huntin when my spit game jumpin
kid stay blunted but i bet i'm raw still
eat rappers lunch dinner and the fourthmeal
sometimes rockin when i order more beers
when i stay up you hear the microphone cheer
awwww yea, hands go aerial
feel it like a hug when you hear me in the stereo
the ooone

it's all right

slbl

ayo it's a new day and it's hot as souffle
oh it's nighttime february, fine: touche
my mood state is in 9 blue shades
with a little cyan and about 2 grays
my ex-girlfriend is heavy on the melon
& it run a nigga down like it was the antebellum
got a 9-5 right around 27th
and the shit be so depressin i ain't even gotta tell 'em
but w/e i don't do it for the hell of it
i do it all for the paycheck and the benefits
then i get home and i do w/e's relevant
float through the universe when i flip the elements
these pedestrians are mean, kinda devilish
try to keep peace in my mind, they keep stressin him
but, really y'all i see it all as a lesson and
i keep movin on in the song, i be tellin 'em

it's all right (x3)
it's all right (x3)

no food in the fridge left (it's all right)
two days til i get a check (it's all right)
landlord need the rent again (it's all right)
plus it's cold in the winter wind (it's all right)
lord knows i just wanna win
more of that cheddar and
give it to the poor and the rest to my relatives
yo, where the treasure is
know, that i'm gettin it
not stayin broke ain't a joke brother let him in
mama need a getaway, papa need medicine
brother need gas, food, school money…everything
that's the crew who raised me into many things
that's my fuel through all the pain and the heavy shit
but goddamn yo the bullshit is stressin him
'bout to make a brotha erupt and turn devilish
but, though it's hard see it all as a blessin
jason movin on and i just keep tellin 'em

it's all right (x3)
it's all right (x3)

work out

waiting

i swore i could see her in everything i'm touchin
from my speech to the beats to the leaves of my dutches
slippers when i'm home, when i'm broke she my crutches
and if i spit a verse a capella then she's percussion
things wasn't workin f'real not for nothin
put puppies in the oven and you can't call 'em muffins
remember all the fussin, the drawn out discussions
the foreplay and lovin til the broad day is comin
i remember meetin you at broadway & somen'
thinkin i could stare at you just all day it's nothin
calm & abundant, real talk never frontin'
plus you got that chocolat dark skin, i love it
we just wanna build to the sky try and touch it
but our babylon had to fall apart crumblin
and we was all in it, for the long distance
now that it's gone though i'm caught reminiscin

things don't work out all the time baby
let's live up in the sky realign the stars maybe
we can make some sense of this life it's all crazy
i mean who can even say what's right and all lately
things don't work out all the time baby
let's live up in the sky realign the stars maybe
we can make some sense of this life it's all crazy
but thank you for the time in your heart and all baby

ha, i remember how she used to call me jasonface
i still love her but i'm caught up in the paperchase
not to say that any of that could ever take her place
but people need to grow, and for that yo they need the space
for months now she said she felt neglected
and when i heard it put it all in perspective
far from perfected, but still there was love there
for her to not tell me alladat yo it's unfair
and somewhere in the timeline of life
i know that we can come near and just shine in the light
and when we up there we reminded of why
we could even persevere when the minds not alike
a diamond, no lie, a prize for my sight
and i realize you and i in the sky
is just not right for this time in our life
but gotdamn baby you da bomb, word is bond

chorus

mmm, i don't know though, she takin down my photo
and i don't feel right in a relationship w/ no dough
yea though we so close, the feelings they are no joke
though money isn't everything, stability is so dope
still yo, we grow though, emotions on the low-low
in these circumstances we gotta go for dolo
still wanna be with her, but know that's a no-no
even though i pass by her door when i go home
and stare at her window, the lights they are still on
wishin for her silhouette and scent on my pillow
life is a riddle, it is what it is though
now all that's left is a song for my ringtone
and a few poems from the heart and the mental
you deserve a throne for your part, it was special
kiss full of bliss, all told yo i miss you
i sit & reminisce all day what we been through

chorus

mind probe music

do it again

open up your soul then let it run down
to your shoulders thighs toes, ya curves & ya bulges
let it ride up through ya spinal fluid
while i kick a rhyme make ya mind go stupid
huh, let a niggy put you on the new shit
craft every lyric from the major to minutae
dab every sentence in the blues & the fuschia
peep how we do shit where i'm from: the future
when i'm on a mic yo it get kinda gruesome
break a beat down til it leave as a twosome
then i get one of my producers to loop it
and then kick a flow to make ya mind go stupid
the kid so lyrical, whooo kinda critical
physical w/ the beats he's so abusive
if you really listen you can hear the kicks bruisin
hi hat beggin me to let it be but never that
every track gettin 'bout 22 contusions
while i bussa rhyme make ya mind go stupid
steady on lean cuz the dredlocks heavy
the roughest toughest bomboclot Jamaican
since lennox in belly…
sippin on henn-rock or remy
spittin on the head-knockin medley
i kick it like jet li, but i'm spitboxin
mad punchlines when it's crunchtime these other rappers
kick rocks & j just rocks it
& i got this, i'm on a whole 'nother octave
and i stay locked in, if you don't love it
you can shove it like a mosh pit
flawless, really y'all j just do this
and everything i say'll make ya miiiind goooo stuuuuuupid
it's mind probe music, & my flow ruthless
and this new shit'll make ya mind go stupid…