Contact High Lyrics

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I'm not Tupac and I'm not Biggie

Not Slim Shady, and no not Fitty (50)

Not Rakim, Nas, Jay-Z, Busta

Or a New-Jack Hustla but I'll STILL dust ya (x2)

I'm Jadox, five nine and three quarters

A beanie-sportin' true underground beat supporter

Keepin sorta...a low-profile--shorter

A street reporter keepin all of my speeches in order

Breachin the dysfunctional border, I enter

Buildin' with cats from L.A. to Loma Linda

The founding member...Of the Board of Directors

Plus I got connections from Cali to Texas

You know I Strive 4 Perfection like my EP CD

Ea-sy distributed freely

At least, for the most part...

All of my Big Girlz they wanna know:
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"When the show start?"

But see, where I come from

Life is one big low-income conundrum

On a constant paper chase

Well, for that and abstract tracks

With the phat bass

Noun lyric goes to waste when I'm in the place

In ya face when you hear my words interlaced

With the beat...never incomplete when I'm on a streak

Only time I halt and screech is if my celly beep:

It could be Mytress or Elyse

That's wifey and seed

An emergency with them, well then I leave (gotta go)

If not, then with my rhymin' I proceed

Breathin' in the second-hand smoke

From y'all's weed...

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