KC Star Athlete JayBlem Scores Big With New Song “Account”

JayBlem scores big with his new song, “Account.”

It’s never easy changing careers, especially when you’re trying to transition from successful athlete to dancehall artist. JayBlem is confident he can do just that and has already begun to sip success with his track “Account”, which has been getting a fair amount of airplay on Jamaican radio stations. At just 18-years-old, the artist, whose real name is Jaheim Cox, is elated with the notice that he’s been getting so far.

Loop Jamaica caught up with the former track star about his latest successful single. “I love music more than anything else. I am not surprised that this is my profession at this age because I’ve been doing music professionally since age 14,” he shared.

The young deejay was raised in Allman Town and attended Kingston College high school. It was there that he stood out as a star athlete. Throughout his career, he excelled and has multiple gold medals, certificates, and trophies. He has represented both KC and Jamaica in Long Jump, Triple Jump, and 4×100 relay.

However, he decided to pursue his passion for music and would go on to release his first single through his own label, Blem Boss Music, in 2018. Following that, he kept at it, releasing some fan favorites like “Regular,” “Pop It Off,” and “Account”. His decision could also be due to the fact that music is in his blood as his dad Danny English, is a veteran in the reggae/dancehall genre, mostly known for the hit single, Party Time featuring Egg Nog.

Somehow he is still finding time to pursue both his passions. “I’m also still at Kingston College furthering my education and I still play a vital role in KC’s track and field programme. I choose music but I’m also still very interested in my academics and performing well in sports,” he said.

His latest track, “Account,” was produced by JB Productions, and the visuals for the video, which was dropped last week, were provided by Dark Moon Cinema.

“The video came out earlier this week and the response has been phenomenal so far, 10,000 plus views in only a few days, the girl dem love the BlemBloss flavour, so the views are climbing,” he continued.

JB Productions is also very pleased with the track as the chief executive officer of the company added: “He is very talented, he is a complete young artiste, whether cultural, hardcore dancehall, or reggae, he can deliver.”

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Shamir – KC Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She came up to me and said," my name is KC."
And I like koala bears
Said I think they're so cute
And I think you are too
You look so smart
When you ponytail your hair

[Bridge]
Ooh. (x2)

[Verse 2]
KC's got style
She's as sharp as a child

And always comes with a sunny disposition
She says "I think you're so cool,"
And she has one simple rule
She's lived life without a single care

[Bridge]
Ooh. (x2)

[Verse 1]

[Bridge]
Ooh. (x2)

Smib – Flipphone Lyrics (feat. Ray Fuego, KC & Dess Finesse)

[Hook: Ray Fuego]
Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

[Verse 1: Ray Fuego]
Je bitch ze valt me lastig
Kan niet vallen maak geen grapjes
Smoke tooka in me kamer? laat die asbak niet vallen ey
Ik flip het me mobiel ik flip het
Yungku thots me contacten die chickens
Shanty pulled up ik zeg elleboog whip het
Ze whipped het, me tummy is voller dan der lippen
Alleen face, wil niet ploppen met bitches
Als we schenken en sippen, die purpp laat me twitchen
In de cut alleen demons en witches
Dus kom niet vragen waar je bitch is
Want ik weet niet, nigga callie op me lip als ik space iets
Kijk over je schouders je ziet KC
Slaat je beide ogen dicht, dus je zoekt naar licht
Ben met Saint, smoking on a ape
In 1103, je shawty weet kzeg alleen kom mee
Naar de SMIB, ze zegt oke
Want me vriend is toch gay, naar de AH
Gerecht met taugé, nu staat ze te wippen in de kitchen
Insane, met me locks to her brain

[Hook: Ray Fuego]
Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

[Verse 2: KC]
Boejaka, boejaka
Blaas die tookadetooka
In de kitchen aan het wippen met me niggers
Dus schuif op me je hookah
Die groene plantje, blauwe rook in je osso
My nigger kijk om je heen.. Iedereen met een jonko
Dus ik wip ik wip ik wip
Draai een tip en ik flex met je bitch
In de hoek van de club, aan de phone met de plug en ik flex Door noem me mc fit

En ik pop geen shit, ik pik geen shit
Ik rook die splif.. Ik ben zo lit
Er is geen stoel.. kleermakerszit
Kil ik weet niet eens hoelaat het is
Dus ik ga on the move
Natuurlijk met shrooms
Ben al on the road
Weet niet eens waarna toe
In de locco hop out… Ganzenhoef
Dat is de Smib… De hood

[Hook: Ray Fuego]
Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

[Verse 3: Dess Finesse]
Schrijf ik in op school maar ik ga niet
Ben te slim voor de motherf**king tralies
Al die shawty’s die klinken zo tragisch
Was ik basic zou ik leven met wat spatie
Zo van papi chulo
Hij doet alles voor die mula
Die 808 ik voel het
Straight door me brain en me nek
Ik heb loud in me brain en me bek
Drink wat liqour doof de trek
Ik kan niet appen bitch relax
Ik kan niet lacken bitch ik stress
Ik wil het zelf f**k de rest
Bitch wie is Desmond dit is Dess
Ik wil relaties met me stack
Ik wil loud en wat goud om op chest
Ik wil loud en wat goud in me bek
Dus ik flex ik relax whip me phone voor die shawty die me text
Whip, whipwhip, whipwhipwhip, flipflipflip
BITCH DIT IS DESS!

[Hook: Ray Fuego]
Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Flipphone flip het
Elleboog whip et
Je vraagt waar je thot is
Ze staat in de kitchen

Ubiquitous – Larry David Lyrics

Huh
KC
U B I
Ces Ces
Sound Sweet, Sour Me
You couldn’t get another, you couldn’t
You couldn’t get another, you couldn’t

Ladies and gents, busy boys and girls
It’s the root of all evil, and it poisons worlds
When I get too much of it, I hear it’ll sour me
Like Uncle Scrooge, with the money pit to devour me, huh
I’m getting by, shit ain’t fly and flowery
But what I need now is a bump in my salary
I give a hell about, sellin out
Tell em bout, my slice, and ticket price, for shows, I’m sellin out
Huh spell it out speak about it in three’s
See the pie gotta get me a piece piece piece
Momma say Mikey you so cheap cheap cheap
What I say momma please don’t weep, I gotta eat

[Hook]
Everything that you say sounds sweet, sour me
But that sugar rots your teeth, now you can’t speak
You couldn’t get another dollar outta me, uh uh
You couldn’t get another dollar outta me, uh uh
Everything that you say sounds sweet, sour me
But that sugar rots your teeth, now you can’t speak
You couldn’t get another dollar outta me, uh uh
You couldn’t get another dollar outta me, uh uh

They want me to take em to deep–
Space and teach em how to breathe
Put em into a deep sleep, teach em how to dream
Dig a body up out a grave, and teach it how to live
Throw a kitten into a river, and teach it how to swim
It’s like, Mario teaching Luigi how to win
Some, people will tell you to teach a Frisbee how to spin, huh
People will talk, like he be about a bill
Shit, I’ll probably be that way, til I see about a mill
All they know is hustle and shine, teach em how to skill
So they lost, I’mma find them, lead them out the field
Cause that tall grass will blind them, I remind them
Of why, they on they grind, and their reason for rhyme

[Hook]

Well if it don’t make a dollar, it don’t make cents
If it don’t make them hotter, that don’t make em dense
Ya’ll don’t be makin hits, don’t shift blame
What ya’ll wrote don’t make sense, dope shit’s playin
There’s a difference between the two, I won’t explain
Should be easy for even you, I don’t fix lames
Everything that you sayin sound, sugar-shack sweet
Now your mouth is full of rotten, lookin black teeth
Please, please, you couldn’t squeeze
Blood outta stone
Or love outta home
Blunts outta my zone
I’m all outta loans, all out on my own
And I’m all about the dough, all about the dough

Right to it – Louis the Child feat. Ashe lyrics

Lyrics Louis the Child – Right to it

If you want it, we can get right to it
Mix some vodka with some OJ
Skip the mornin’ and let’s get right to it
Put your hands on my body.

Me and my friends poppin’
No we don’t need no man to be gettin’ on down
Know how I like it
Like it versuri-lyrics.info
Don’t need no excuse to be doin’ this here
You poppin’, KC and the Sunshine Band
That’s the way I like it
Like it.

Sippin’ so much Goose that you could call me geese
Sippin’ so much Goose that you could call me geese
Feel like I can fly when you are next to me
Feel like I can fly when you are next to me.

If you want it, we can get right to it
Mix some vodka with some OJ
Skip the mornin’ and let’s get right to it
Put your hands on my body
If you want it, we can get right to it
Mix some vodka with some OJ
Skip the mornin’ and let’s get right to it
Put your hands on my body
On my body.

Now it’s almost 2 and somebody passed out
Dropped my phone in the pool, lost my keys in the couch
But that’s the way I like it
Like it.

Sippin’ so much Goose that you could call me geese
Sippin’ so much Goose that you could call me geese
Feel like I can fly when you are next to me
Feel like I can fly when you are next to me.

If you want it, we can get right to it
Mix some vodka with some OJ
Skip the mornin’ and let’s get right tooo it
Put your hands on my body
If you want it, we can get right tooo it
Mix some vodka with some OJ
Skip the mornin’ and let’s get right tooo it
Put your hands on my body
On my body.

Body
On my, on my body
Body
On my, on my body
Body
On my, on my body
On my body
On my, on my body
On my body
On my bodyyy.
Louis the CHild lyrics
Video it

Tech N9ne – Put Em On (feat. Darrein Safron, Tech N9Ne & Stevie Stone) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

[Hook: Darrein Safron]
I just gotta put ’em on
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
My day ones gotta put ’em on
Family I gotta put ’em
Shawty askin’ me to put her (on)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Feeling like I’m one of the best and erbody ain’t trippin’
Like an Aventador on full flats but the paint’s drippin’
To the people making it up and sayin’ that I’m done, I can’t slippin’
I’ma taint this with not a saint mission with the imagery to make you faint, Christian
I’m a killa, for my city, nigga
It ain’t only me, it’s so many grittas
Serving weak cats, makin’ ’em take a seat in they kitty litter
Keep something pretty with us
And that’s dames and dumpers
They shame to bump us
‘Cause we’re upper echelon
Yes, I’m dark, I am Megatron, go Decepticon
Whenever Tech is on
Steady reppin Misou ha
That’s right, that’s right, I can’t think of nothing better to do ha
Yes I, yes I gonna be the one say the Soo
Stretch all the way to the loo
So you careful when speaking ill of my crew ha

[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
We all came up from nothing
We all lookin’ for something, yeah
You want them finer things in life
Don’t act like you don’t want this

[Hook: Darrein Safron]
I Just gotta put ’em on
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
My day ones gotta put ’em on
Family I gotta put ’em
Shawty askin’ me to put her
On

[Verse 2: Stevie Stone]
Workin’? I’ve been workin’
I’ve been locked in, I been workin’
I done clocked in, and the pots in, and when we pop in we jerkin’
I got family dependin’ on me
Hatin’ niggas bring envy on me
Get the game and I get the homie
Got plenty on me
Wanna give a shoutout to my A ones
Better view from my day ones
Win or lose, there’s a bitter feud
Nigga, I’ma be the liaison
Talk now, I’m delegated
Hept outed, then elevated
Call the fam like "Hey we made it"
Buy ma the crib with a elevator like
They know, came up with like no dough
Prayed up I never changed up, I start the game up I got bank roll
Head forth, get mo’
Me and my niggas keep it lit so
Buy my mama that new Benzo
Now my ends low

[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
We all came up from nothing
We all lookin’ for something, yeah
You want them finer things in life
Don’t act like you don’t want this

[Hook: Darrein Safron]
Just gotta put ’em on
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
My day ones gotta put ’em on
Family I gotta put ’em
Shawty askin’ me to put her
On

[Verse 3: Darrein Safron]
Damn, where did my bros? I started broke
Ill in the mind and sicker than most
You gotta fly to see what I’m on
Baby I’m just tryin’ to get low
Uh, I got the star
Hop in the rover
Cup runneth over
I got this started
Baby you know
That’ll you’ll be on it
St. Louis on up

[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
We all came up from nothing
We all lookin’ for something, yeah
You want them finer things in life
Don’t act like you don’t want this

[Hook: Darrein Safron]
Just gotta put ’em on
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
My day ones gotta put ’em on
Family I gotta put ’em
Shawty askin’ me to put her
On

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
KC and St. Louis stand up

Tech N9ne – Lowdown (feat. Darrein Safron & Ubiquitous) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

[Intro: Darrein Safron]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh
Oh

[Verse 1: Darrein Safron]
Yeah, we gon’ run far outside in time
Oh, never do lie, never do lie
I never do lie
I put this on my soul to see your face light up
Get them people out the way
Anytime they feel like me, break out them chains

[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh
Oh

[Hook: Darrein Safron]
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Mama would have killed me (Christ)
Stepdaddy would have killed me (Islam)
If they both knew I chose a side
That would put me off up in a ride
With bloodthirsty killers inside
For my nigga Scoob, riding with the whoopty whop
To try to shoot the block then when the Uzi flocks
And this nigga named Crazy one day robbed my homie with his babies
For a lot of gravy got saved we
Found nobody to put on the news
Flame scatter brain splatter look like Jamba Juice
And we all intelligent but this shit is irrelevant
When they rob a real one for the hell of it
Yeah we gonna shoot
Cause we coming from the ghetto
Where you can die over jealousy or dinero
Women not having had extended like a sombrero
KC we never hesitating to let the metal go
And they bring us down to they level (demons)
And they taking fifty rounds from a rebel
That’s the sound of the Devil’s (semen)
Spreading round making little ones
And mamma’s on the ground cause they killed her son, grieving
Yeah I chose a side but I flow now
It don’t matter Nina, it can still be a showdown
Anywhere you go now
So you better stand yo ground
Cause they don’t wanna see you climbing
They wanna keep you low down

[Pre-Hook: Darrein Safron]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh
Oh

[Hook: Darrein Saffron]
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah

[Verse 3: Ubiquitous]
They wanna see me falling like the rain drops
It’s not that I won’t, that I can’t stop
Keep my brain locked on the game
Put the pad away when the paint stop
Cause they don’t care if you slang rocks
All on the same block
Even if you’re in Adelaide or in Bangkok
Bussin, spreading your city name like Chiddy Bang
But really they were sleeping and unaware of what it became
What will it take
I’m building my way into real estate
While you Philly steaks children get really baked
I’m here to facilitate a setting to celebrate over Dilla J
Silver gorilla, mister vanilla face kill the brake
A beat drop and you feel the bass, exhilarating
Sleep on me, I’ll slip in your pillowcase
They want to mitigate the buzz that we generate
And give us as little pay as possible any given day
They want us low down, dirty and shitty shame
Cause if anybody profound go head and give me thanks

[Pre-Hook: Darrein Safron]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh
Oh

[Hook: Darrein Saffron]
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah

Tech N9ne – Put ’em On (feat. Darrein Safron & Stevie Stone)

[Hook: Darrein Safron]
I just gotta put ’em on
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
My day ones gotta put ’em on
Family I gotta put ’em
Shawty askin’ me to put her (on)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Feeling like I’m one of the best and everybody ain’t trippin’
Like an Aventador on full flats but the paint’s drippin’
To the people making it up and sayin’ that I’m done, I can’t slippin’
I’ma taint this with not a saint mission with the imagery to make you faint, Christian
I’m a killa, for my city, nigga
It ain’t only me, it’s so many grittas
Serving weak cats, makin’ ’em take a seat in they kitty litter
Keep something pretty with us
And that’s dames and dumpers
They shame to bump us
‘Cause we’re upper echilon
Yes, I’m dark, I’m Megatron, go Decepticon
Whenever Tech is on
Steady reppin Misou ha
That’s right, that’s right, I can’t think of nothing better to do ha
Yes I, yes I gonna be the one say the Soo
Stretch all the way to the loo
So be careful speaking ill of my crew ha

[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
We all came up from nothing
We all lookin’ for something, yeah
You want them finer things in life
Don’t act like you don’t want this

[Hook: Darrein Safron]
I Just gotta put ’em on
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
My day ones gotta put ’em on
Family I gotta put ’em
Shawty askin’ me to put her
On

[Verse 2: Stevie Stone]
Workin’? I’ve been workin’
I’ve been locked in, I been workin’
I done clocked in, and the pots in, and when we pop in we jerkin’
I got family dependin’ on me
Hatin’ niggas bring envy on me
Get the game and I get the homie
Got plenty on me
Wanna give a shoutout to my A ones
Better view from my day ones
Win or lose, there’s a bitter feud
Nigga, I’ma be the liaison
Talk now, I’m delegated
Hept outed, then elevated
Call the fam like "Hey we made it"
Buy ma the crib with a elevator like
They know, came up with like no dough
Prayed up I never changed up, I start the game up I got bank roll
Head forth, get mo’
Me and my niggas keep it lit so
Buy my mama that new Benzo
Now my ends low

[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
We all came up from nothing
We all lookin’ for something, yeah
You want them finer things in life
Don’t act like you don’t want this

[Hook: Darrein Safron]
Just gotta put ’em on
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
My day ones gotta put ’em on
Family I gotta put ’em
Shawty askin’ me to put her
On

[Verse 3: Darrein Safron]
Damn, where did my bros? I started broke
Ill in the mind and sicker the most
You gotta fly to see what I’m on
Baby I’m just tryin’ to get low
Uh, I got the star
Hop in a rover
Cup runneth over
I got this started
Baby you know
That’ll you’ll be on it
St. Louis on up

[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
We all came up from nothing
We all lookin’ for something, yeah
You want them finer things in life
Don’t act like you don’t want this

[Hook: Darrein Safron]
Just gotta put ’em on
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
My day ones gotta put ’em on
Family I gotta put ’em
Shawty askin’ me to put her
On

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
KC and St. Louis stand up

Tech N9ne – Buss Serves (feat. Big Scoob & Young Devi D) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Started with the blow and went to flows
Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
When I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The furniture and
All of her clothes quite clean
To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my witness Simone
Stay remarkably grown
That’s why my pockets be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs, and then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let’s buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till, it got the rent bill, it got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinch still I had to Vince Neil it
Yell in a microphone and write them songs they like it’s on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to
Buss serves
Now I, buss words
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Imma just splurge
We had the spot though until it really got hot so
Escape I did like El Chapo
But nuevas still get faded, vato

[Hook: Young Devi D and Tech N9ne]
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
(Young nigga chasing it back)
I pull up bussin serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin serves, commas
Either way I’mma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves, commas
Either way Imma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
On my mama nigga
Pull up, I’m bussin serves
But you won’t find me nickel and diming, man I’m off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow’s absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I’m bout my pay I’m tryna stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a vato
Hefe head honcho
El Chapo with the hot flows
Still logged in with the block though
Hit a thang and make the knot grow
Push a nigga push it all bro
Pussy pills to that Pablo
In dark or night nigga I glow
Old nigga with the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag though
Be careful what he bust his ass for
I’m airing out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here hungry chasing food
All in, refuse to lose
Bussin serves or bussin words, ask about me, I’m that dude

[Hook: Young Devi D and Tech N9ne]
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
(Young nigga chasing it back)
I pull up bussin serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin serves, commas
Either way I’mma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves, commas
Either way Imma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves

[Verse 3: Young Devi D]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
It’s just something about [hundreds], when you thumbing through them signs
I quit fucking with them niggas, cause they ain’t wan’ shine
And that’s all I’m tryna do, it’s why I grit, it’s why I grind
I pull up bussin serves nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they ain’t teach it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp
Don’t fall in love with me baby, I’m just gon’ break your heart
Smash through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter
I got film of your bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life mane
Hit a lick for 30, lost 20 in the dice game
Fuck it man it’s nothing, I swear to God it’s nothing
I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
Oops fuck it, oops fuck it
That come with the pop-off
You my son’s son lil nigga, call me papa

[Hook: Young Devi D and Tech N9ne]
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
(Young nigga chasing it back)
I pull up bussin serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin serves, commas
Either way I’mma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves, commas
Either way Imma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves

Tech N9ne – No Runnin To Ya Mama (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

Yeah, you must be throw’d
You gon’ make them thangs come up out that load
You ain’t built like that but you talk so cold
Yeah, we know

Hurts now, purps found cause a nigga squirt rounds
Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds
Like how his homies didn’t tell him to pull his skirt down
Now look at’cha
Loud mouth we found a round to match ya
Bound to smack ya, not a ground to catch ya
Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster
He talking hella shady
How I get it on the daily
They jelly bout my gravy but they crazy cause they think I won’t be banging like the 80s
Your homie was a movie
So we [?] him with the tooly
Got his family sick and woozy giving him the finger [?] and Joe Cooley
They hot around the collar
Cause I got a lot of shotters
So don’t nobody bother, if they try to then we stoppin’ they medulla oblongata
So be careful when you saucing
You could end up in the coffin
You better take precaution when you see real niggas crossing, shut the fuck up when we talking
If you get my killers heated
You’ll be curled up like a fetus
All them words, you’re gonna eat it
Every fist and all the feet is never ceasing when you pleaded
So I think you better comma
Or get lit up with the llama
KC all the way to Ghana, when you grown and start the drama, ain’t no running to yo mama, nigga

x2
No running to yo mama
When you caught up in the drama
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor

We the boss players
In this, industry and not SEGA
Nigga we are stop haters
We take ’em to the end and then it’s viva las vegas
If you tripping, y’all nuts
Cause we sick and all bust
So get the motherfucking pineapple, the rum and the coconut and mix it all up
We coming from the ghetto
And we keep the heavy metal
So you suckers better settle cause we turn a wolf and devil to a woman in stilettos
Cause they didn’t really want it
They was only in the moment
Hella talking, never on it
Had they’re chance and now they blown it cause the king was their opponent
He bit the hand that fed him
Run you over if you let him
All the homies wanna get him, heard the words when he said them now I know that he regret them
Cause we be getting money
And he be looking bummy
So keep the coward from me, when you see me don’t be chummy
Muh’fucking dumby
I know you can’t stand me
But you know that we go hammy
Have you sleeping like a xanny, hit them with a super whammy when I cut them from the family
We in every nook and cranny
Hit you when you’re in your jammies, when you’re in your manny panties
See me and my brother Sammy, ain’t no yelling for your granny and no running to your mammy nigga

x2
No running to yo mama
When you caught up in the drama
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor

Tech N9ne – Buddha (feat. Boyz II Men & Adrian Truth) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro: Boyz II Men & Krizz Kaliko]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Inhale it, baby

[Hook]
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high, I’m so high)
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high)

[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I ain’t talking about no meditation, just medication

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
You got your vape, you got your brownies, you got your taffy
You got that shuttle to blast me the grassy zipped tight in a baggie
Then we’ll try it be the highest man I quit now cannabis and I is reunited
Be delighted we going to see the itis if you wanna chop away the deficit legalize it
KC good with that, we hit the sack
That don’t mean sleeping the [?]
Talking ’bout kief in the pack
Or having the heavenly hellish heap of the hashish
Then attract [?]
Weed cheesing ’cause we in the act
With a couple of beautiful b-zies spin a rack
And I’m dancing at the krilla with the chronic leaf in the bag
If you got it, you gotta let one more soul invade your camp
It’s a pot of gold and you gotta know
I’m gonna score them pesos, champ
I’m so peaceful, the haters wanna come throw doors
And they so can’t
Puffing on Buddha, that’s my numb your hoe
And dick your chick

[Hook]
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high, I’m so high)
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high)
X2

[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I ain’t talking about no meditation, just medication

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Had a party at the krilla, my brother Mackzilla got a big group of [schillas] that’re ready to heal us and about to feel us cause they digging for millas and admire the skrilla
But of course I’m gonna get the bowed the one that got up the courage to wanna roll one
She chipping and chopping like she’s a shogun
It’s twisted, it’s loaded, then we blow some
I’m tripping, she tripping, I make a decision
To run to the kitchen with a cottonmouth mission
Got a hazy condition this lady’s position
Was pay me for the spliff and then maybe submission
Too high to try and turn crazy on
The way she came off it was shady, wrong
I got many people that gave me zongs
Told that Bianca "away, begone"
Leave us, we keep bud and nobody gotta see her
Coming cheaper than a Totino’s pizza
That sound good when I’m puffing on the reefer
After working, I be choking in my leisure
Something about it make the Nina wanna please a, diva
Looking for something to come and ease ya
You can bet on the killer cannabis sativa
Buddha

[Hook]
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high, I’m so high)
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high)

[Bridge 2:]
Pass it among us, dab-dab if you wanna blast
Pass it among us, dab if you wanna
Pass-pass it among us, dab-dab like you really should
Yeah you know my Buddha stash keep me feeling good

[Hook]
Bu, dah
I’m so high (so high, I’m so high)
Bu, dah
I’m so high (so high)
X2

Big Scoob – Soul Musik (H.O.G Album)

[Intro: Siri]
Please choose a playlist
You’ve chosen "Big Scoob’s Soul Musik Playlist’

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Push play, Kansas City’s on blood stones
Natural high, got me vibin’ to these love songs
Switch it up a bit and change the mood to make ya slick
Can’t stop, won’t stop, blood with this shit
Nas told a nigga, "All I need is one mic"
So I listen to the message, made you look at my life
Get ya hustle on, juvie made me go and get it
Slow motion, but as long as I’m in motion with it
Back stab, ’cause the love of money is why they do it
The OJ’s really taught me how to love music
Let the spinners make this ghetto child into a man
The rubber band man, cold handed wanded man

[Bridge: Big Scoob]
I’m in the mood for some sexual healing
My lover is distant, takes to for this feeling
I’ll be your puppet, I’m ready and willing
I’m a stubborn kinda fella, but tonight I’m submittin’

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
From foreplay to gun play, was hadin’ know
Got my Bible on the dash, how I have to row
Then I back your boogie with that Inglewood front
Chicken hawkin’, blood walkin’, Mac Dime’s in the trunk
Now it’s me against the world man look at Brenda’s baby
Dear mama, all this drama got your baby actin’ crazy
Twistin’ up my fingers, but I’m big and back boolin’
Man this YG indignant plus the young blood groovin’
Rock bounce skate vine, Mason said, "Do it mane"
And I lost a few with that one, but I gotta keep it movin’
Since we groovin’, push play on the god of the slaps
Play anything from Rodger man, anything from Zach
To the gooner boom bap, yeah shakin’ down the industry
Freddy Fox to Enemy, I love this nigga’s synergy

[Bridge: Big Scoob]
And the love’s gonna get ya, gonna get ya
Said the love’s gonna get ya
BDP paint it bitches

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold

[Verse 3: Big Scoob]
Miss Patty Uretha(?), from smokey Detroop
MJ, the one way, now switch it to blues
Bessy, then BB, then waters get muddy
Then Eda, then Elmo, then Gayas and Buddy
Sunshine in KC, they told me how to get down
Let [?] get funky, and kill ’em with this new sound
Play that funky music, white boy, tear it down
Welcome to the Terradome, soundin’ how we livin’ now
Wearin’ double [?] bones, lettin’ ’em know I get around
Pocket full of stones, I’m the king of the underground
Knockin’ over buildings in the city with the dog pound
Letin’ ’em now it’s on with my Villains screamin, "Hog style"
Mobbin’ through the bay with the savage, tryna’ be legit
Face twistin’ ugly on my Mac Dre shit
Man, so much music that it’s seepin’ out my soul
And I’m hopin’ that you feel like I feel when I flow

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold