Welcome to the JB12 faction
Of course we're locked and loaded ready for action
You know we creep while you sleep in these evil streets
If you step to us you're gonna meet your defeat
Ain't no easy feat being this sleek
Crew sticks fat only consists of the elite
There's no room for the weak
We stomp a rat out if they speak and
Have sus cunts at shows spitting out bloody broken teeth
Apex predator just like a shark we run this reef
I'd rather be Judged By Twelve than carried by six
You gotta run real hard to style like this
I got my Gucci on and it match my kicks
It's Mr PoloSport XL type fit
I told you I ain't the one to mess with
Writing these poison pen letters, and yo I'm ambidextrous
Shitting on you f*ckers like kitty litter
Born a sinner but I am in the circle of winners
No room for weak links and that's the standard
Realest in the city, ain't no stand-ins
Turncoats and chameleons, you see what's happening
Stood out the front drinking pints, that's the plan bitch
Bumbag scrimmager, invisible scimitars
Style rocking harder than Sisyphus' calves
We've got our steeze on lock like corrections bruz and
We're hunting around the venue yeah we're looking for you
'Cause that's the standard, no safe space in this place
Out the cesspit fists straight to your face
Just how we planned it
JB12 yeah, we winning the race
How's "get f*cked" sound?
Yah boy Brownzy doesn't muck around
Left foot, right foot, not a two-way street
Walks on my own two feet
It's VC to VZ's, VB's by the long neck
What goes around comes around
It's time to shut shop I've had enough of gronks
No homework done but wants to run
Spots red hot and turns my phone off
On my way home with that throw-off
Rocking two pairs of clothes
I don't pick up numbers that are unknown
Looks over my shoulder entering the street
What a way to live
Forgets but doesn't forgive
Roadblocks, setbacks but still manages to progress
What's this life with no stress?
The same damn low sweater
Making mistakes even when I know better
My lessons learned, I'm living for tomorrow
Built my style while yours was borrowed
Never giving any info out
Seven minutes to myself feel like silence
Door to door with those windows down
29K TFD linking with that JB12 shit
Know your surroundings
Nah you couldn't hold a candle to this
But even if you could I'd snuff it out real quick
So keep it to yourself, your tall tales look small and failed
I'll drop a verse and turn your skin all cold and pale
So who's next to cop a few harsh words?
Can't help myself I love to see you cunts burn
Can you blame me?
I can't deny the chance to wreck a rep and
Laugh at ya tryna clean up the mess I've left
Nah it doesn't really matter if its what or who you know
When neither are shit and
You've found yourself alone without a skill to fall back on
Bet you regret the bridges burned and now you wanna get along?
Nah f*ck that, I wanna flex on you motherf*ckers
Take a deep breath before you're smothered with the others
I'll outrun ya, leave you in the dust with the termites
Let you watch in shock while I burn mics like thermite
As you can now see we are a conglomerate of psychos
Got you dangling over murky water by your tippy toes
Never cross us, nor start beef
We will remember your face in the street
Like a murder of crows, banging to the beat
We keep our faces covered in Geetroit to avoid the heat.
The Judged By Twelve familia runs deep
Like the Mariana Trench
You can't comprehend, nor could you ever contend
So take a back seat before I lift those shoes off your feet
Keep ya ear to the streets
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Welcome to the JB12 faction
Of course we're locked and loaded ready for action
You know we creep while you sleep in these evil streets
If you step to us you're gonna meet your defeat
Ain't no easy feat being this sleek
Crew sticks fat only consists of the elite
There's no room for the weak
We stomp a rat out if they speak and
Have sus cunts at shows spitting out bloody broken teeth
Apex predator just like a shark we run this reef
I'd rather be Judged By Twelve than carried by six
You gotta run real hard to style like this
I got my Gucci on and it match my kicks
It's Mr PoloSport XL type fit
I told you I ain't the one to mess with
Writing these poison pen letters, and yo I'm ambidextrous
Shitting on you f*ckers like kitty litter
Born a sinner but I am in the circle of winners
No room for weak links and that's the standard
Realest in the city, ain't no stand-ins
Turncoats and chameleons, you see what's happening
Stood out the front drinking pints, that's the plan bitch
Bumbag scrimmager, invisible scimitars
Style rocking harder than Sisyphus' calves
We've got our steeze on lock like corrections bruz and
We're hunting around the venue yeah we're looking for you
'Cause that's the standard, no safe space in this place
Out the cesspit fists straight to your face
Just how we planned it
JB12 yeah, we winning the race
How's "get f*cked" sound?
Yah boy Brownzy doesn't muck around
Left foot, right foot, not a two-way street
Walks on my own two feet
It's VC to VZ's, VB's by the long neck
What goes around comes around
It's time to shut shop I've had enough of gronks
No homework done but wants to run
Spots red hot and turns my phone off
On my way home with that throw-off
Rocking two pairs of clothes
I don't pick up numbers that are unknown
Looks over my shoulder entering the street
What a way to live
Forgets but doesn't forgive
Roadblocks, setbacks but still manages to progress
What's this life with no stress?
The same damn low sweater
Making mistakes even when I know better
My lessons learned, I'm living for tomorrow
Built my style while yours was borrowed
Never giving any info out
Seven minutes to myself feel like silence
Door to door with those windows down
29K TFD linking with that JB12 shit
Know your surroundings
Nah you couldn't hold a candle to this
But even if you could I'd snuff it out real quick
So keep it to yourself, your tall tales look small and failed
I'll drop a verse and turn your skin all cold and pale
So who's next to cop a few harsh words?
Can't help myself I love to see you cunts burn
Can you blame me?
I can't deny the chance to wreck a rep and
Laugh at ya tryna clean up the mess I've left
Nah it doesn't really matter if its what or who you know
When neither are shit and
You've found yourself alone without a skill to fall back on
Bet you regret the bridges burned and now you wanna get along?
Nah f*ck that, I wanna flex on you motherf*ckers
Take a deep breath before you're smothered with the others
I'll outrun ya, leave you in the dust with the termites
Let you watch in shock while I burn mics like thermite
As you can now see we are a conglomerate of psychos
Got you dangling over murky water by your tippy toes
Never cross us, nor start beef
We will remember your face in the street
Like a murder of crows, banging to the beat
We keep our faces covered in Geetroit to avoid the heat.
The Judged By Twelve familia runs deep
Like the Mariana Trench
You can't comprehend, nor could you ever contend
So take a back seat before I lift those shoes off your feet
Keep ya ear to the streets
Of course we're locked and loaded ready for action
You know we creep while you sleep in these evil streets
If you step to us you're gonna meet your defeat
Ain't no easy feat being this sleek
Crew sticks fat only consists of the elite
There's no room for the weak
We stomp a rat out if they speak and
Have sus cunts at shows spitting out bloody broken teeth
Apex predator just like a shark we run this reef
I'd rather be Judged By Twelve than carried by six
You gotta run real hard to style like this
I got my Gucci on and it match my kicks
It's Mr PoloSport XL type fit
I told you I ain't the one to mess with
Writing these poison pen letters, and yo I'm ambidextrous
Shitting on you f*ckers like kitty litter
Born a sinner but I am in the circle of winners
No room for weak links and that's the standard
Realest in the city, ain't no stand-ins
Turncoats and chameleons, you see what's happening
Stood out the front drinking pints, that's the plan bitch
Bumbag scrimmager, invisible scimitars
Style rocking harder than Sisyphus' calves
We've got our steeze on lock like corrections bruz and
We're hunting around the venue yeah we're looking for you
'Cause that's the standard, no safe space in this place
Out the cesspit fists straight to your face
Just how we planned it
JB12 yeah, we winning the race
How's "get f*cked" sound?
Yah boy Brownzy doesn't muck around
Left foot, right foot, not a two-way street
Walks on my own two feet
It's VC to VZ's, VB's by the long neck
What goes around comes around
It's time to shut shop I've had enough of gronks
No homework done but wants to run
Spots red hot and turns my phone off
On my way home with that throw-off
Rocking two pairs of clothes
I don't pick up numbers that are unknown
Looks over my shoulder entering the street
What a way to live
Forgets but doesn't forgive
Roadblocks, setbacks but still manages to progress
What's this life with no stress?
The same damn low sweater
Making mistakes even when I know better
My lessons learned, I'm living for tomorrow
Built my style while yours was borrowed
Never giving any info out
Seven minutes to myself feel like silence
Door to door with those windows down
29K TFD linking with that JB12 shit
Know your surroundings
Nah you couldn't hold a candle to this
But even if you could I'd snuff it out real quick
So keep it to yourself, your tall tales look small and failed
I'll drop a verse and turn your skin all cold and pale
So who's next to cop a few harsh words?
Can't help myself I love to see you cunts burn
Can you blame me?
I can't deny the chance to wreck a rep and
Laugh at ya tryna clean up the mess I've left
Nah it doesn't really matter if its what or who you know
When neither are shit and
You've found yourself alone without a skill to fall back on
Bet you regret the bridges burned and now you wanna get along?
Nah f*ck that, I wanna flex on you motherf*ckers
Take a deep breath before you're smothered with the others
I'll outrun ya, leave you in the dust with the termites
Let you watch in shock while I burn mics like thermite
As you can now see we are a conglomerate of psychos
Got you dangling over murky water by your tippy toes
Never cross us, nor start beef
We will remember your face in the street
Like a murder of crows, banging to the beat
We keep our faces covered in Geetroit to avoid the heat.
The Judged By Twelve familia runs deep
Like the Mariana Trench
You can't comprehend, nor could you ever contend
So take a back seat before I lift those shoes off your feet
Keep ya ear to the streets
Writer: UNKNOWN, KWESI T MENSAH
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid