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…

purpose

sugar water

what's it all about? really i mean everything
i spend more time being lost than found
and when i spark ideas & try to stay grounded
this bullshit cranium got my mind surrounded
no panic button for release of my beast
and even the concrete in the street seems weak
so i give it pound with my soul at my feet
roll and stay stoned til i find my way home
but my home stay travellin, really j hasn't been
in the same town for more than 4 years now
and i feel it in my abdomen, the hunger for a purpose
so i can find peace of mind maybe make it permanent
get a place and furnish it, maybe get some furniture
but i don't even got the dough to be makin purchases
..kinda make me feel worthless, but money
isn't everything, that is unless you got a girlfriend
then you be splurgin, maybe take it further
and try to surprise her w/ a trip to the islands
nah yo i'm wilin, she did that for me
but push start shovin and i had to set her free
and now i'm out here in a city where the energy
is filled to the brim so i'm chasin every dream
and if i fall flat and alladat collapse
then i just sober up relax & soldier up
til i figure what it means, focus on the here
and now and stare down any demon that's near
cuz ain't no space for the burden of fear
so i'ma stay on my grind til my purpose is clear

franklin ave

go on

jason missed the train but caught her (her)
face all misty-eyed and all blurred
tryna peep the situation maybe start words
but it's awkward so i'm sittin down across her (her)
peripheral sayin somethin kinda different tho
kinda hard to see a pretty lady through a winter coat
thought, steppin to her would be a little difficult
missus got me thinkin tho, gotdamn this is so
simple, soul sista glow with the night sky
and i can't understand how she don't gotta man
to go with her, hunh figures
the whole city full of uncivil dumb niggas
who fuckin and done wit her but
ja-son stay grown when approachin
tryna find the rhythm of her body and the motion
of her hips, lips touch & torso
but the train here stay clear of the closed doors

hey there lady drivin me crazy
hey there sista can i get witcha
hey there sweetie so nice to meet ya
hey there baby, hey h-hey baby

ha, now ms. cutie really do know her duty
threw her bag in the door whisperin "excuse me
mista conductor, let me through please"
whooo she be callin the shots like flu sea-son
cuz she done know her energy is heavenly
my ms. fat booty now sittin directly next to me
glance at her skeptically, look away casually
i don't waste time on her waistline
i'm tryna see her faculty
face, smile and her personality
no game time just a purpose and a strategy
propane eyes kinda grillin but she feelin me
it's silly but this dame is really illy visually
hmm, what to say to her, maybe how her day has been
jason a spitter but i ain't a conversationist
but i am very patient just maybe that's a bad thing
cuz now my time's up & she's gettin off at franklin

man with a plan syndrome

(gjrbf + batsauce track 25)

jason step in the room and consume
all of the playlists on ya itunes
i do what other cats will try to
and if you can't understand that then bye, dude
nice mood, with a tendency to rock
from pebbles to the boulders, stoned or i'm sober
still beats will smolder, just from my thoughts
then come alive when those thoughts are spoken
focused my mind will never stand still
while you might try to figure my nature like bear grylls
my landscape got plenty of nice shapes
never plateau i'm lettin the plants grow
into fertile land that is sown from my back
to my toes, leavin tracks marked with the flows
of a river of my prose, you i'm ever-ready
cuz my cerebellum is similar to the serengetti

send these other goddamn kids home
jason got man with a plan syndrome
x4

the slow grind, no time for racin
gotta strong-mind but not one that's patient
shit the slow pace of the whole rat race
got a niggy feelin like he ain't never finna find
space…to build heaven in the time
given on the planet he inhabit when he rhyme
ha, but i'm never slackin on my grind
never happen cuz my family's attached to my spine
yea, b/c my brother need a future
my father and mother need a life they ain't used to
that i'll give 'em when i kinda get grown
& i'll be damned if they livin in retirement homes
but for now i gotta crib of my own
wild style niggy but i'm civilized though
gotta get a buck, penny & a dime so
i can try live it up really never die broke, feel me?

coastin

we coastin, yea we coastin
feel it in ya skin it's like lotion
we coastin, yea we coastin
and you know we keep it slow motion
yea we coastin, yo we coastin
and you know we seein through the bogus
cuz we focused, when we coastin
you can catch my shadow on the ocean

huh, open bar endin in thirty minutes
not gonna make it so i open up a guinness
proper attire like i'm handlin my business
step it up a notch, when i'm steppin to a missus /
sittin at the bar, put a tab on the card
bartender coming yea i saw her from afar
rum & coke queen, tattoos on her arm
what's your name again? oh i heard it sorta flirted /
as she keep the orders servin, body kinda swervin,
language so assertive, speech is never slurrin
idle chitter chatter bout this that whatever
listen when she spoke, maybe tell a joke /
rhythm of the conversation keepin steady pace
with energy and vibes that is present in the space
between you and i, takin life slow
only russian is the vodka, you know we stay coastin /

good pain

(2)
right now, life just seem clearer
see the universe as a nice clean mirror
my soul might be the bright big dipper cuz
(my soul might be the whole night sky cuz)
stars realign when my third eye shimmer

bird's eye view, the other two stay travelin
move through milky way, followin the planets
then they double back, back to the earth's axis
then they backtrack through the lens of my glasses

see through the whack, see friends in the masses
see where i'm at, see the best of the asses
sometimes see an A+ when it's average
mistakes come and they love doin damage

and they gotta bring all the luggages and baggage
make you wanna think it is somethin everlastin
make you wanna think, but the memories are tragic
but my kinfolk give me energy and passion

everybody wanna sell you on that good pain
try to tell you that it's healthy and a good thing
but there ain't a such a thing as a good pain
and anybody tryna give it ain't a good thing

(1)
man i woke up feelin good in the mornin
clock stroke broke the crack of dawn with a yawn and
check the flip phone cuttin off the alarm and
see a missed call, ex-girl round 4-ish

huh, that's how i made this chorus

light a few trees see the leaves for the forest

mighta been sweet before we got started

but had to retreat before it got horrid

now when i'm on the street it start pourin

my feet keep a beat, police cannot walk it

negativity for me is long gone and

i keep-keep movin cuz me, i'm not dormant

no slee-sleep at all, i'm transforming

i mean my physique will soon be enormous

all cuz i could see and still notice

i gotta be free, cuz me? i'm still growin