The Birth of Cinema Lyrics – Jay NiCE
Singer: Jay NiCE
Title: The Birth of Cinema
Yeah n#gg#
Youse been waiting for a minute, huh
You thought I wasn’t gonna come back?
This that Loud Pack
Straight from Paris, n#gg#
Love, what up?
Hold up
Stay strong, pray for the weak
Don’t understand y’all, maybe it’s me
Ayo
The inception is here, I spun the quarter
The flow is running water, not for your sons or daughters
Grown man tales by gram cells coming towards ya from the author
Got sh#t done in Georgia that they wanted more of
Flood the border with the orders
My ‘migos always walk it like they talk it, get caught on my plug to lawyers
My dogs like the Georgetown Hoyas, we jumping farther so we dunking hardеr
The transporters; man, f#ck your corners
Scalеs we balance on
The package fly like Eagles off the hotels in California while we drive around in Porsches
Found my aura in town with bosses, down charge it up
Faith in what I build, even Jesus was once a carpenter
The industry can’t market us, nah they not smart enough
I called a buzz, y’all still can’t figure where the sources from
Immobiliare, bruh (Immobiliare)
The high grade artist, I’m always the one they call to come
My stepping feet is like Gregory in his essence
These n#gg#s peasants and still begging to meet and sweat us
They let me in with the legends to flex and you definitely ain’t accepted
The God rap heavenly, it’s a blessing
The undergound XM, steady meeting my records
f#ck around, we start-
Ayo
I’m in Paris smoking blunts on the Eiffel Tower
This is my arrival, I’m like Michael with this vinyl power
Light the sour, the type to devour a b#tch like some chowder
If the p#ss# ice then I can bite for hours
It’s NiCE Eisenhower, I need a bong to spark
Smoking on the strongest chronic, I’m just being honest
Lord I got New York Knicks, I’m Johnny Starks with this phonic art
Napoleon #ss n#gg#s been on ripping, I Bonaparte
Climbing up the steps
We finally progressed, now it’s time to get these cheques
But we grimy til the death, still find me in the ‘jects
Eating on some caviar, my balance is the best
Beef with me? It’s nasty dog
They found him in the desert just like Nicky and his brother
My rhymes ain’t for f#ck-boys, it’s strictly for my Dumpers
These n#gg#s inconsistent then they wonder (Why?) why they ain’t getting numbers
My sh#t hotter than Missy in the summer with the black bag fit
Nobody wanna hear none of your trashbag bars, that’s some wack #ss sh#t
Hundred mad stack chips
And I just some wax, that’s it
Now I’m high as a giraffe’s ass, b#tch
I brought excitement back in the game
All this sh#t was sounding wack and the same
sh#t was bad for the brain
The white hose putting good dope back in your veins
And every track is insane
But you won’t ever see a scratch on the frame
As for my name – it’s carved in stone, etched in brick
My n#gg#s getting rich ’cause we put in extra shifts
Bread is flipped, push the weight up like leg lifts, don’t forget the dips
Third eye shot out, b#tch your head is split
Pack from Paris
These rappers mad embarrassed when they stacking impaired
I show em what they lack in lyrics
This is the start, the wrath is scary
Haha
Intro sh#t, y’know what I mean?
It’s FLAiR Jordan
Spark
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