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from Year 2300 by JWords

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Lyrics: Koncept Jack$on

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Me and the bae private eye nice escape Don’t skate your day job
Albert Einstein was a snake, I’ll have my day, shop wit Javier, Dropping jewels at the window still Rva reside, who that Nintendo how many dollars made inside,

Stop y stare, opportunists on swivels all relate to my sci fi

y’all lil agendas negate aint make u hot

shaky pot spots what i enter the rides gotta be dented up

5 star services did em up, u accomplished minimal

I worked wit it criminal sinnin behavior, ya savior you repent to a pitiful image of caesar, true

admit it we made u, who ya juice from

he sabertooth biting fable, you lying abroad

far, as i could could throw u or hike u i couldn’t trust you, coniving

bout to snuff duke vicodin good 4 clutch movement,

tidying up, crush groove her licking ha buttox

hold the rubber duck when im under,

gut a scrub 4 my lover i’ll cutcha





all them death threats 4 me

what 4? ya best guess kept it 300

nefertiti queen keep the cheese coming

guard ya head & neck especially

at front doors let the beef summon

fed the genie rings lemme see something’ (x2)


// papi chulo passport copped, the euros flouroescent,

got the churro, mad sports drops, aturo got the ergo in the break fist, these aint for ya pedestrians, depressants he wretch up, blood preject, like ketchup

book flights just ta add to stimuli my fly little hades women, thigh tat lady ring on navy, baby why lie?

mercedes janky ma mine tho, pay these crazies no mind

sedate we wavy no shine albinos yo

goldmines mistaken hazy, wore blindfolds

lace me when its showtime

the day meet jay-z slow dine macdonalds bro

5 semi autos blind my rivals

safety wither clothesline a nigga

shaky own kind despise me tho

dome shine wit fabio, slow grind hit blocks

was not a coast, why I gloat fasho

cosign, kick rocks we locked n loaded

sop ya throat wit extra slob, drop to scrotum all ya spit

I got em moaning now they all up in my shit




all them death threats 4 me

what 4? ya best guess kept it 300

nefertiti queen keep the cheese coming

guard ya head & neck especially

at front doors let the beef summon

fed the genie rings lemme see something’ (x2)

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from Year 2300, released May 1, 2020
Composed by: JWords
Lyrics: Koncept Jack$on

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JWords is a producer, composer breaking boundaries in electronic and hip-hop music successfully fusion the two genres together to create a whole new world..

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