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Deadly track, Master 💪🏼

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Dope

Big

Fucking hell this is Pure love

Hell fucking ya

Beat ah hoe

Jaktripper and coal both kill it in this track nice wish they would do more or an album just wishing

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MY WHOLE BAND BUST HITS, USING YOUR HEAD AS A CABINET..TO THROW CANS UP IN..THESE GROUPIES RUN THEIR MOUTH ...

jak is a animal on the mic i love all his tracks

I feel you so much Jak... No one knows how much I feel you man

finix in euh cow....

Lyrics: (This is the place you've been hearing so much about; the jungle. It's hot, it's sticky and uncomfortable. Full of insects as well as the enemy.) [The Buttress] I put the belladonna in the eye drops for enhanced optics I'm watching the pond fronds dance in the tropics High off the trance inducement fumes arise from rocks Singing songs with the frogs in the lagoon Lost prophetess, who? Monsoon is brewing to consume you and your entire platoon When? Soon! Keep it moving Surprise, the driest of our horizon High sea rise in a bad moon Hear the voice of raging ruin Don't go back, it's a trap, she's waiting there with Jak The patron saint of pain, the lady Macbeth of rap They tried with all their might but they could not deliver From out the heart of darkness, Buttress and Jak Tripper (May you live forever.) (It really isn't tough to stay on your feet in the jungle. You've got the best weapons in the world. You have that added insurance, your jungle kit; Iodine, band-aids and dressing, wound tablets, insect repellent, and water purification tablets.) [Jak Tripper] I'm dope ocher and heroin Me and the folk heroine Buttress Like Joan of Arc yelling holy messages Goat empress, cult heretics We skin humans down to the ghosts and expose skeletons I dead lift stone megaliths My entrance like a Persian king robed elegant My face pierced with the finest of gold rings and a throned elephant I smoke Camels til my throat hemorrhages Emphysema all in my chest like Joe Henderson In front of a panel of psychics I watch my body from out of body jolt trembling A thousand electric volts were sent through it My burner slowly creep out from a trench-coat like a land snail antenna tip Cult leader, treacherous, stone genuine I'm no Xenophon, freak power, up for election Shooting that dope, we want the senate sick I'll drive to your pregnant chick crib, shoot up the whole development You know shoot up the whole development 🔥🔥🔥

haven't heard that one a while wow, Jak has so much fire out over the years

LO VE nex cassel x egreen

Good luck and Tristan keep adding him if you need some I’ll give you mine i got a huge collection

Jak is the goat

Tough stuff!!!

pull lines from black pools youll get fished out and gutted i brought lines and tackle i dont care im an asshole ill running start kick you in the chest with both feet. only one of the hardest tracks off this album you already know i bought that shit

Dopeshit 🔥 🔥

"..for God sakes i airpipe, spit evil drug rap bars and air mics, i bury rappers head first , up to the air nikes " sheese that was hard ASF

Dope!

First time hearing this track is today I don't know why? Or how it slipped through the cracks. But I fucking love it. Jak puts out so much shit so fast hard to keep up. But on my top 5 list of emcees fo sho. Keep em coming... Keep hiphop disposable... Hero style...

This is perhaps your best work due to the production values and whatever the fuck else

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Thanks

"You're smoking another product of our undersea farm, these cigars are made from seaweed ...." "Well they sure taste like the real thing." I'm burning dipped stress Off the hook Just started battling But murder's an addiction Got bodies off the books since '93 Cops finally Unearthing victims Rappers found bleached in bathtubs in detergent stringents Some end up converted and turned to Christians My church is wicked My goons actual physical beings Who leave finger imprints We'll throw your head down the front steps like Lincoln's I'm a beast Some scientist say Gigantopithecus linkage You get left slumped In a Plymouth Front seat Dead for sixty minutes Eyes open Showing teeth Two bullet holes in your cheek Icepick's still in it My bar's are postal I'll clip him Like Tommy DeSimone When he was fucking living Beat your head in so bad Your hair stitched to your fitted I'll give him the business Carry your head around in a duffel bag Like a gymnast Fuck the trash talk I'd hate me too I'm bat balls The lights are on but I'm clapped off I dead bars like "last call" Front, I'll knock your fronts to the asphalt I snap wack rappers backs like I can snap straws Back off, I'm seeing mirrors in fast forward Eat this kid's face like bath salts I spaz, I hope you end up dead in a bath offed Critics and legends, goblins watching this Smoke that choke and stay wetted All haters please judge me and hate I got Jonestown punch lines come and get it Fuck the attention, I love the tension Cult leader Possessed reverend I'm an oddity, so honor me I'll skin you and wear your skin in front of you Like, "What you think about my new outfit, no honestly?" This gun isn't a model or novelty This Glock will leave his roof pushed back like a Model-T I hand out acid and capped bottled leak I lay low like 2Pac in Greece, not for me With an oil lamp my shadow boxes me I'll turn this show to a circle pit Everyone mosh with me I'm higher than being in a spy-plane cockpit popping Es I pop out like eyes on a crushed head Mush sleds Pull the ox out My heart big enough to pull an ox plow So this is hip-hop now? A bunch of players standing around like a lockout Hay bailing punches to leave a cow knocked out

Clang, bang, clang went the big iron door They put me in a cell with a concrete floor Heavy dope, my veins closed Waco shit, yeah, farmhouse cult Barricaded in, cables rigged Trenches dug, grenades, 806 Behead the basilisks, flame closed fist Two tecs, red tee, denim, bayo tip I'll burn your crib down and take both kids Heavy dismemberment, gruesome DeFeo hits That shit in your girl's face, that's Dago spit I'll go and get merks like colonial Troutman Burning ounces, stomach turning, I'm hurling mushroom sprouts Off of cow shit, holy mountain Some fans caught the hanging fever quick Sheets are skins, bleached and dipped into ether bins Keep her sick, choke the fear out of her and then beat it in Every one of my ex's haven't been seen since My whole steez smell like Scott Peterson Clang, bang, clang went the big iron door They put me in a cell with a concrete floor My femicide patients, potential serial rapists Dequarter house vagrants with restraining orders Sexual harassment cases, ditching outpatient On heavy neuroleptics on food markets, sedated Come outta your place and it's red laces pulling ya eyes like lasix Brain sick like Jane's hicks, dissect every bitch I dated I shove stones in their ribcages to weight it down Under the mud and lake beds, we breaking, home invasions Barbital in mason jars, liquid cases, dish gloves and aprons Lucifer cape, symbols of Satan, shotgun cases Bodies bent outta shape like double-jointed placement Left them naked, but kept the girls anklet My work colder than Anchorage Can't stop creation, I mostly create when I sleep, I awaken to exploded pens and filled pages I'll climb up on you like a caveman With a piece of cyborg and cave your face in Clang, bang, clang went the big iron door They put me in a cell with a concrete floor

Choke the fear out of her and then beat it in

Why can’t I find this track anywhere else? It literally stopped working on my iTunes pissing me the fuck off

It’s back!!!

There's not enough screwed up people to recognise how incredible Jaks pen is