• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• I'm a Ruff Ryder - Jin
• Learn Chinese - Jin
• It's All About The Benjamins (freestyle) - Jin
• Jin Vs. Skitzo - Jin
• Jin Vs. Luck Luciano - Jin
• The Come Thru - Jin
• Jin Vs. Logan - Jin
• Jin Vs. Skazoo - Jin
• Jin Vs. Sterling - Jin
• A Million And One Questions (freestyle) - Jin
• Nick of Time - Jin
• Diary Of Jin - Jin
• Jin Vs. Hassan - Jin
• Cold Outside - Jin
• Anqie - Jin
• Jin Vs. Sean Nicholas - Jin
• Last Song - Jin
• Same Cry - Jin
• Are We Cuttin (freestyle) - Jin
• C'mon - Jin
• 8 Mile (freestyle) - Jin
• Karaoke Night - Jin
• Intro / The Signing (Skit) - Jin
• Hey Jin - Jin
• The Good, The Bad & The Ugly - Jin
• I Got A Love - Jin
• Here & Now - Jin
• I Download - Jin
• I Loved You - Jin
• Get Your Handz Off - Jin
• Love Story - Jin
• So Afraid - Jin
• Senorita - Jin
• Asian Girls - Jin
• Jin From The Block - Jin
• Won't Play The Game - Jhene
• Let You Go - Jhene
• He Couldn't Kiss - Jhene
• Boy - Jhene
• Cherry Pie - Jhene
• Happy - Jhene
• My Name Is Jhene (Interlude) - Jhene
• Deja Vu - Jhene
• Don't Walk Away - Jhene
• Rowdy - Jhene
• Promise Ring - Jhene
• Dog - Jhene
• Stuck Like This (Snippet) - Jhene
• wanna be - Jhene
• Sorry - Jhene

I'm tryin' drop science for ya man
Tell your herd shut the fuck up, now that's silence of the lambs
I'm an animal, I eat rappers, call me Hannibal
The track is crazy but I'm spittin ??low on a piano note??
You must be crazy, if you rhymin' wit me
Think I'm datin' Alicia the way I'm ruff rydin' these keys
Never trust a bitch enough to let her buy me some trees
Might let her get a puff if she down to get on her knees
I cause abuse to tracks, you ain't use to that
I got a AK flow you the deuce deuce of rap
It's double R my whole camps a bunch of ruthless cats
Throw you off the roof and be like where the proof is at?
We ball hard like 155th out at the Rucker
Keep talkin' shit, you won't see Next Friday like Chris Tucker (Is this what you want?)
It's the fake throwbacks, you ain't foolin' no one
You the type to drive out to New Jersey to cop a old one
Y'all rappers is sick, I got the antidote, and it's dope, tie your hands with rope,
Throw you overboard, make you abandon boat
With a backhanded blow I bandage folks, fuck a can of smoke,
Crack yo cantalope with a can of coke
You cipher thugs swear you got the biggest scrotums
Y'all nothin' but little bitches hidin' behind yo modems
You think you a big fish in the pond on the internet
Guess what big fish you can get caught in a net
Oh shit, what the fuck am I doin'?

Yeah I'm chinese, and what?
(Another preview of Jin album)
Yeah you know who this is, Jin, and let me just tell you this
The days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings comin to ur house by me is over
(This is it, it's crazy)
(OVA!!!)
Ya'll gon learn chinese, ya'll gon learn chinese
Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps come out, your gon speak chinese
Ya'll gon learn chinese, (chinese)
Ya'll gon be chinese (chinese)
Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps go off, ya'll gon speak chinese
This is it, cause fuck you head man
I know a bunch of crips that love redman
And walk in New york, man things dun change
STOP, the chinks do it again
This aint Bruce Lee, ya'll watch too much T.V
This is the game of death, when i aim for you chest
And too much sex got me seeing slow motion, eyes barely open, with a roach roastin'
And ur girl, she love the Jin motion, rub it on her body like body shop lotion
What's the comotion? You never seen me?
Original chinky eyed MC?
Ya'll don't want to stop to the army
Double armed, rank refugee
And the barrel of the gun gon make you speak another language
And amigo i ain't talking bout spanish
Ya'll gon learn chinese, ya'll gon learn chinese
Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps come out, your gon speak chinese
Ya'll gon learn chinese, (chinese)
Ya'll gon be chinese (chinese)
Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps go off, ya'll gon speak chinese
This one goes out to those who ordered four chicken wings, pork fried rice and rolled dice in the hood
You think this shit it's all good?
To the cowboys that roll out like Clint Eastwood
I wish you would, come to CHINA TOWN
Get lost in town, end up in the lost and found
Eye witnesses?
You must be crazy, we don't speak english, we speak chinese
And the only popo we know,
Is the pigs on the hook by the window
Each time they harass me I wanna explode
We should ride the train for free, we built the railroads
I ain't your 50 cent, I ain't your Eminem, I ain't your Jigga Man, I'm a CHINA man
Ginseng in the palm of my hands, she looked suprised when she saw it in the palm of her hands
And you know what's next?
Safe sex, i'll be damned if I sleep with the flesh in the insest

[Jin]
Whether you post on the block, or sittin on a stoop
Listen to the truth that we spittin in the booth
Might see me sober, on a mission with my troops
Or in a alley, tipsy, pissin on my boots
Why'd the chicken cross the road?
She saw me sittin in a Coupe (coop)
Fully equipped, only thing missin is the roof
I'm tryin to own shit
Yeah I buy CDs but most of the time, bump my own shit
And since a teenager, spent my own chips
Fuck an allowance, now we push our own whips
And y'all cats sound real pathetic
Tryin to scramble up a down payment, just to build your credit
If you ain't got skills then debt it
Test a kid, when he spit, guaranteed that you will regret it
I'm tellin you, approach the game with caution
It ain't hard to get addicted to fame and fortune
Anticipatin to get signed, could be a long wait
You fishin for compliments but you usin the wrong bait
Just to build mine, had to destroy some careers
Accomplished in six months, what you tried to do for years
Cause I'm playin in the game, you hatin in the stands
Got dropped in the second round of Makin of the Band
I bagged 'em all, from East Coast broads to California hos
Only go raw, when I'm eatin California rolls
My style's like smokin a sack, how potent is that?
I'm the main event, you just the openin act
You could check across the Atlantic Ocean and back
Got every Chinese kid in the ghetto quotin my rap
When I step on stage, you know the baddest is here,
Turned a hole in a wall club into Madison Square.
They applaud for me, and that's the way it oughtta be.
Mad love in Philly, when I rock The Armory.
Whack ass rappers wanna puncture a artery?
Soft ass flows, man you ain't harmin' me,
I turn your 16 into a four-part harmony, Bitch...
[Gobe]
Stay on my gristle, we grizzly
Sleep like winters, eat beats like dinners
Reaps like sinners, even if we off the block got the street life in us
We out of town, got the at least five renters
With the hos all I need is five minutes
They call me the plumber, open they walls put the deep pipe in 'em
Henny and Hypnotic, nigga I spit logic
Niggas was missin my bullets so now I just lobbed it
Went pro out of high school, skipped college
Stayin at ???? class to get knowledge
Hot as fire, blazin like Stoudamire
Ride with a lop-sided tire
And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire
Look, I'm the lamp post's livest wire
And these rats probably wired
If I'm a liar, that's like being unemployed with jobs for hire
I ain't gettin booked for shit you could top the prize
And look, I know it's crowded I'm just tryin to get by ya
Slide aside before I decide to slide ya
You in the trunk, we ready to drive and hide ya
Shit you know what I'll do to you (what?)
Nigga go ahead push me
I had your funeral doin the pussy
It's the bottom of the ninth nigga go up on third
What type of pitcher don't throw no curve
You a motherfuckin dodo bird
I never bite my tongue or hold no words
??I herb?? go, flow, so remarkable, still sell yayo
Niggas used to short me until I copped a scale, they blazed me once
I been doin this for years, you still countin baby months
A nigga only daze me once
But I never fold up, I still catch you with a crazy punch
Put you on ice like baby fronts
And my family tight like the Brady Bunch
[Jin]
Yo, hey yo I still got it
Sick flow with a ill logic
Battle verses are spittin by the real topic
Don't get ripped on the spot
How you sittin on 20s but can't afford to park your whip in the lot
I'ma spit for my block, no one reppin for us
Go 'head sleep, think we don't got weapons to bust?
Hate a dick tease, let a brotha get a quick squeeze

Yo, you a sucka and i mean it kid
My girl would never go with you
Cause she don't like guys with small penises
Don't make me have to come at you
Ay yo, cause as a rapper, you really don't have a chance
Better off asking Nelson to teach you how to dance
My freestyle is about to tear you up
I'm really somethin that you not use to
He the first one to open a fortune cookie sayin you're a loser
Four more weeks i'm in the hall of fame with posterboy
Then you can join my street team and put up posters, boy
You ain't close to me my manager's about to get me a deal
His manager's baggin groceries
Claim you clap guns supersoakers make noise

uh, see, i really don't know what you're doin
he got a kobe bryant jersey on, but look more like a light-skin patrick ewing
i'm nice wit it when im spittin, come on, in a week or so
i'll be spittin on swizz beatz
while you'll be at the bodega askin for swiss cheese
im nice with it, freestyle, come on
you wanna talk about guns, that's why you get your studder on
only toast he packs is the kind you put butter on
i'm nice with it when i free, come on, yo check it out
ask your girl, i was doin somethin at her house
matter fact, she had my eggroll and my dumplings in her mouth
next time you see her
bring extra protection, next time you see her

Get high get low
Thick girls go and shake ya big butt
You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs
And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love (now I)
Get high get low
Thick girls go and shake ya big butt
You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs
And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love
Now ma whole set get love
I'm in the Chi two steppin wit them thugs
And big man you can search all you want
But you ain't gon' find no drugs or no guns
Yea y'all can get weeded up, beated up
But don't eat it up this ain't a slow jam so I can speed it up (lets go)
I ain't sparkin a meadow
I jus want to talk to the ghetto
Bag the baddest chick with the sharpest stilettos
Im so influential, you so impotential
Man you gon' know what I'm workin wit
When I hold it against you
Destination vip you can follow us
But if it was the last sip well jus follow us
Shorty feelin my style because I'm humerous
Put me on cloud nine and its accumulous
Assume its us Jin, mista quick to diss ya
And Twista spit so fast ya lips'll blista
Now I get high get low (get low)
Thick girls go and shake ya big butt (like this)
You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs
And whereva you see us we gon' kick it, its all love
When I come in the party betta get high
Cuz I pulled up in the platinum seven six five
Who say lyrical niggaz don't know how to party
See me jackin up shawtys wit a grippin on her thick thighs
I like the way she workin that badunkadunk
Bouncin the fatty when the base go bump
She witness how Twista spit it
So now she want me to hit it
Cuz I'm blazin up the booth and raisin up the roof
I'm in the vip sippin on Cris' and Henn'
All the ladies is trippin cuz they can't get in
They see me ballin wit the Ruff Ryder homie
And say they only drink liqour nigga but now they want some Jin
Everywhere we kick it we got the club sold
International hustlas that travel the globe
Rockin the thugs makin hoes keep it live
It's the Double R connect and that nigga Twista from Chi
I'm fly
We can definately kick it
I don't want to just stick it
If bein fine was a crime well I'd havta write you up a ticket
If you dance for me its sign jus like a picket
And I got two middle fingaz for all you critics
Never you in this someone so clever who spit this
I'm only here for one night so I mix some pleasure with buisness
Every few minutes
I drink a couple of shots
Take a dutch break it in half and fill it up with some pot
Now mama shake some
If they don't like it fuck it
They some haters (c'mon shake it girl)
Yo mama work some
If they don't like it fuck it
They some haters (jus work it girl)
C'mon and shake it girl (like this)

Yo, if the rap game is whack, everybody's blamin you
You from brooklyn? then biggie must be ashamed of you
Cause I'ma freestyle, show you how it is
Matter fact, you from bk, i heard they murder things
Only time he seen beef is when he go to burger king
I'm the player in the game, you cheerin in the stands
Matter fact, durin the superbowl, he was cheerin for the rams
You don't even like football, that's a myth like unicorns
He just like seein' grown men in tight uniforms
I'm freestylin when I'm kickin it
So ridiculous, put yourself in a bad predicament
By the way, my little sister has somethin to say

yo, i get girls, who you tryin to dis man?
he masturbate so much he had to roc a wristband
you got guns pointed my way
he's so played out, i thought he was the old school joint of the day
i got fans across the country, jin is who they feelin'
last time he had a fan, it was spinnin on the ceilin'
i go online, and check my hotmail
he go on the internet lookin for hot males
you aint a hustler, your man's coppin the work
he be at the club, like tweet, droppin his skirt
oops, i didn't know, my freestyle tearin up
you up on stage but it's a pity though
don't make me spit in your mouth like missy's old video

(Sterling)
Uh, yea, yo, yo, yo, yo, ay yo i'm mad free you actin like I ain't
the one, why you got me battlin' Bruce Lee grandson yo, i'm a
star he just a rookie leave rap alone and keep making fortune
cookies look i'm that guy yo his mom was a menace to society
sayin' "hurry up and buy" in the hood is where they'll find yo body dog,
i'm the kid you just Mr. Miagi look, i kick raps can spit fire yo,
he just kick and be like "hiya" dog I know why yo eyes is chinky,
cuz you keep starin at my pinky yo let's go holla back.
(Jin)
you wanna say im' chinese sonny? here's a reminda
check your tims they probably say "made in china"
don't make me get on this tip and straight kill ya
his name is sterling cause all he rocks is silver
dude, you, stop followin trends
your girl must love alcohol cause she be swallowin' jin
yo imma bout to flip the script when it's comin' to it
ay yo you see me spittin on the block you runnin to it
this is 106 and park, i'm a hard act to follow
you a amateur, you go to the apollo
cause i'm freestyling know when i'm done
son, you ain't a baller tell the audience the truth

yea, ruff ryder (uh) (say no more)
cpu, what up kay
crafty plugz is in the building
amuary, happy birthday man, its a beautiful thing (uh)
I know what cha'yall askin yaselves, is he ever gonna come out?
a lot of questions on the flows that i spit, shows that i rip/
is he really freestylin or is a written shit//
them lines were off the top, you can hear it when i flow/
plus, how the hell am i gonna know what he gonna wear to tha show?//
how does it feel tha be the 1st Asian of blow(umm)/
promise I'll let cha know when records sell out the store//
why the ruff ryders? man, if you only knew/
how much did they sign you for, are you sittin on 22z?//
did you get mad when AJ said you couldn't be cursing?(nah)/
oh, is Free just as fine in person?(yup)//
you know prolly a thousand emcees/
but how many did Rolling Stones say to look out for in 2003 (1...2..)//
don't deny it, I'm almost famous/
when I'm not reading movie scripts, I'm meeting wit Dub Davis.//
distributed by virgin if ya really wanna ask me/
do a track wit Janet, Miss Jackson if ur nasty//
see the video, where i dance wit her too/
got a million question, heres a million answers for you//
blawow
Yea,cpu is in tha building, almost famous.
jin, family and friends.
what up Wah, I see you Dee
the general is back, Ruff Ryder the next generation (uh)
drag, jada, tha lox, d block, what up!? (yea)
176, washington heights
top of the hill crew, whats poppin? I see yall (uh)

[ jeremy lin]
The biggest thing is to understand that your talent, your ability to play basketball is a gift from god.
I think the biggest thing is to understand that you have to use that for god's glory.
[Jin]
Yeah I been on my grind
Reachin' for the top and you've been on mind
They stready tryin' to stop my shine
But it's always been yours it's never been mine
You always come thru just in the nick of time
You come thru in the nick of time
You come thru in the nick of time
So I give it up to you everytime I shine
See this if life to me to you it's entertainment
It's quite intricate and only I can explain it
To say I've come a long way would be an understatement
The moment of truth every single one is savored
Chasing greatness not the pressure that it came with
Far from picture perfect observe as I paint it
Dealing with the games highs and lows
You win some you lose some yeah I suppose
But when the sweet smell of victory is by my nose
I see what's goin' on even when my eyes are closed
Guarantee you're not stoppin' me or blockin' me
All I need is one shot promised you'll be shocked to see
The outcome I don't just play to win
Everytime I lace up yeah I play for him
Doin' my all to make sure that your glory is known
While they fighting for the title see the king on his throne
Yeah I been on my grind
Reachin' for the top and you've been on mind
They stready tryin' to stop my shine
But it's always been yours it's never been mine
You always come thru just in the nick of time
You come thru in the nick of time
You come thru in the nick of time
So I give it up to you everytime I shine
Yes I'm really here to serve you not just pretend to
With each setback I intend to
Learn from experience and get better with time
No matter what I achieve none of the credit is mine
In the grand scheme of things you're the head of design
And in any circumstance you said I'll be fine
The ultimate play maker I follow your lead
Never find need to feed into these naysayers
Who repeatedly told me that I would never make
You're probably testing me to see if I could take it
The bond between us they could never break it
All that you have given me I shall not forsake it
Your grace patience and all of your love
Which one don't I deserve it's all the above
Where amazing happens I love this game
Only one reason I'm playing and god is his name
Yeah I been on my grind
Reachin' for the top and you've been on mind
They stready tryin' to stop my shine
But it's always been yours it's never been mine
You always come thru just in the nick of time
You come thru in the nick of time
You come thru in the nick of time
So I give it up to you everytime I shine
[Jeremy lin]

Oh No (Diary Of Jin)
What you thought that was it for Jin?
You thought I was done....OH NO!
You can't be serious
Verse 1:
Aiyo I'm mad Free, you actin' like I ain't the one
Why they keep callin' me Bruce Lee's grandson?
Recognize me, the kid from 106 is back
"Yo what the fuck took you so long to get this track?"
I've been in the studio all along (uh huh)
Finished my album twice then threw away all the songs
Wasn't tryin' to come out with no half-ass shit (nah)
So I had to get it straight like half past six
No matter what I drop, I still hear complaints
Some say I'm crossin' over, some beefin' cause I ain't
Man over rap, I used to catch beef with my pops (???Lei mo goh cha???)
Now all he does is ask me when my album's gonna drop (haha)
I'm trapped in a catch 22 (22s?)
Cause I want respect, but wanna bling like Cash Money too (Bling)
I'm startin' fires with the pen
You think you know, but you have no idea
It's the diary of Jin (Come again)
OH NO!
Make sure you know that Jin's the name
Only Chinese kid in the game
OH NO!
Cause when I spit I'll flip the script
And it'll never be the same
OH NO!
You must be twisted in the brain
If you thinkin' that I'm lame
OH NO!
I'm puttin' these rappers to shame
And now the industry is sayin'
Verse 2:
Even my standards got higher, I used to settle for head
Now I walk through Chinatown like a ghetto celeb (???Joh Mat-ye???)
Just like a pro-fessor, teachin' the same lesson
Different broads, but always the same question
"What's up with double R? The Lox be bringin' drama (Ummm..)
Oh and tell DMX I want to be his baby mama (geez girl)
Ain't you supposed to be in Fast and Furious 2?"
Yeah I am, hold up that ass is serious boo
See that's what's up, now I'm tryin' to dig her out (Owww)
Gas her up and let her think she got me figured out (Owww)
Soon as I skip in the room, chicks quick to assume
That all I'm tryin' to do is stick my dick in they womb
I'm on the search, for the baddest in the city
When I find her, I'ma trade it all like Fabolous and Diddy (Girl I'll trade it all)
But until then, I'll never trick and that's it (HAHAHA)
Alright I'm lyin', maybe just a little bit (Sike, hahaha)
OH NO!
First you wanna talk about him
Then you wanna ask for me
OH NO!
Just because you got some nice titties
You think you gettin' in for free
OH NO!
Findin' out your girl's a ho
Am I really the one to blame?
OH NO!
Sittin' in the back of flicks
While she's givin' me brain
Verse 3:
I spit for b-boys pop lockin', haters cock blockin'
Mad cause they albums not droppin'
It's the fourth quarter, wide-out with a option
You throwin out of bounds hopin' that the clock's stoppin'
The word is out you heard about the kid through word of mouth
A lot of heads in the industry is scurred I'm out
I'm every A&Rs; nightmare, yeah he can freestyle
But can he write, yeah this verse right here (yeah)
Can't wait to see, my cd in the charts
Now that I think about it, gettin' signed's the easiest part
The industry is shady, lot of bullshiters in here
Hell naw I won't pay to get my shit on the air
Lose your hunger, be the one that they leave in the ditch
That's why I spit like my contract don't even exist
Believe in the hype, see I'm squeezin' the mic
That's why they like "Jesus Christ, he is nice"
OH NO!
I'm the new kid on the block
And you thinkin' that I ain't hot
OH NO!
Now you hopin' when I drop
That my albums gonna flop
OH NO!
This kid can only freestyle
He ain't really gonna last
OH NO!
Don't think cause I'm gettin' cash
That I still won't rip your ass, no

With a name like "hassan"
You should join the taliban
Cause that's the only way you'll get flex to drop a bomb
When they retire me and i land in the booth
You'll be outside tryin to shake hands with scoop
You got six victories? i wonder if this will hurt
The closest you'll get to 7 is the numba on ya shirt
Yeah im chinese, now you understand it
Im the reason that his little sister's eyes is slanted
If you make one joke about rice or karate
NYPD be in chinatown searchin for your body
Ask free she'll tell you to duck down
He thought the harlem shake was a drink from uptown
Whacha want to do son? i'm I'll when i spit
I'm tellin you right now, yo, you aint legit
Cause when i finish spittin
Hassan
Yo, yo, yo I really don't think u want it wif this cat Hassan
Ill have u in B.E.T hooking up fried wontons
Yo spitting at da Garden juss aint working
Dats like sex and prostitutes and catching aids on propose
Cuz u's an ugly dude can't get a gurl so juss stop
Probablly eat so much coochie u think doosh is a mouthwash
[Crowd amp]
How u want it get 2 da head of da gut
Career be shorter than the space between my but and my nuts

They say only the good die young, and with that said
It dont get no better then me, its coming from my head
I represented for yall when i came thru the market
Bout to come in who i am, i became a target
And what hurts is all the bullshit coming from my own kind
They say Jin's fake, he dont keep it real in his rythems
He make us look soft, that kid ain't commit no crimes
YOU GOT DAMN RIGHT, want me to say it then fine
I ain't a killa, i ain't a gangsta, and i ain't no thug
I dont walk around with guns and i dont sell drugs
I'm not a murderer, i aint never said i was, so what the fuck ya hating on me for huh
See I don’t want to hold a grudge so I cruise fast in my Cadillac
My momma would be so disgusted if she knew the way these grown folks stack
See I won’t let them cram my style no and I won’t let them hold me down no
Tell her that I’m ok tell her that imma make a way somehow
AY Yo Jin! You Double R bust guns
I ain't about that shit
Trouble just comes my way, i dont invite that shit
I got a career here, i ain't looking for fights to pick
Got more pain in my heart that i knew can exist
Like that night, they pull the guns out and bang my man
I was like fuck rap, i almost had a change of plans
He took a bullet for me, how i'm gonna repay that man
What if he woulda die, what i'm soppose to say to his fam
The life i chose endanger all my family and friends
Some shit i wish i could change but yet promise i can't
People are killed to get to the position i'm at
Only to die and heard to find out it ain't worth that
Still wanna rap?
See I don’t want to hold a grudge so I cruise fast in my Cadillac
My momma would be so disgusted if she knew the way these grown folks stack
See I won’t let them cram my style no and I won’t let them hold me down no
Tell her that I’m ok tell her that imma make a way somehow
(thats how they getting down)
Two turn table and a rapper that was that was
(that was how they did it then, this how they do it now)
20 young mans with there gats up
Gotta travel like that or they'll try to attack us
(that how they getting down)
The great settle their beef with rap battles lets go
(that was how they did it then, this is how they do it now)
If they ain't better then you, now they shooting at you
Know it sound tragic but hey you know
(that how they getting down)
So what i'm soppose to do? keep 20 bodyguards
And a large entourage, cause everybody's hard
Sometimes i wonder what happen to love and respect
All i see now is haterd and death
See I don’t want to hold a grudge so I cruise fast in my Cadillac
My momma would be so disgusted if she knew the way these grown folks stack
See I won’t let them cram my style no and I won’t let them hold me down no

I had three favorite MCs, now I need replacements
Ones gone, one's retired, the other might be a racist
jJust look at the game and see how the pace is
It's time for some new voices and change of faces
They usually come in three's, i'm a third of the fraction
So let me be the first to take affirmative action
I ain't a playa no more, naw i'm coaching instead
You can't say shit to me, my emotions are dead
Have you floating with the fish, make the ocean your bed
You wasn't beefing, you made a commotion and fled
Rhymes aimed at a spot close to your head
So when it's time to shine you get skipped like the top loaf of the bread
I'm so advanced that if I ever decided to
Fall off, i'd still be a level higher than you
This is the outcome of hardwork combined with talent
Ya'll jerks know not of neither so ya'll turn violent
Platinum sales is what i'm targeting fam
I got the skills and look, all I need now's a good marketing plan
I'm signing deals, put my John Hancock on contracts
You on your man's cock, getting high off contacts
Don't compare me to these rappers cause we took the same route
Battled a million cats just to get our name out
Matter fact take em all, put em in the same house
and have a reality show called, " They Never Came Out "
Your label says fourth quarter, but they'll end your career
The balls the only thing dropping at the end of the year
See me, i'm on some raising the meter shit
Bout to get on my Rakim, follow the leader shit
You still stuck on that ol " I'm popping my heater shit"
But we can smell from over here that that's a heap of shit
Dont contradict yaself
Cause when they find out you ain't a killer, you kinda dicked yourself
And run into gorillas that put kindness on the shelf

You ain't a Reggae arist and I aint hatin' on you
Stop lyin, Mrs. Cleo is more Jamaican than you
I'm nice with it when I'm freein'
Who you think you bein'?
My pants are new, my sweater is new
Don't be mad at chinese kid dressed better than you
Man im freestylin' now it's a rap, matter fact
You should ask clef how to make your flow tighter
Better yet, pay him 20 g's to be your ghost-rider
I'm nice when I'm freein'
You ain't beatin me
Matter fact i'll be a buffet and you ain't eatin me
And don't make me start rappin in chinese on the microphone

Sometimes I be thinking to myself, its like it could all be over in the blink
of an eye. So I cherish everyday of my life, every minute...matter fact every
second.
It aint hard to imagine the shows over only curtains is left
cause in this world the only thing certain is death
til' my last breath breathed it makes no sense to be torn
cause every seed sent to be born we eventually mourn
vent through these songs fuel in my tank
couldnt see me going out unless I fill in the blanks
you could call me pessimistic for facin the facts
never will I have regrets of ever wastin a track
the only time I can escape and relax forget my sins
then reality sets in
searchin for light haunted by ominous tendencies
while Im in the dark fightin anonymous enemies
if I do so become a memory I
wanna give some last words to remember me by
so I roll it light it smoke it think it write it
step in the booth recite it and pray that you like it
[Chorus]
I might not see tomorrow so its on tonight
gota make sure its something that they gone' recite
Imma say what I say whether Im wrong or right
cause this just might be the last song I write
tomorrow aint promised so its on tonight
gota make sure its something that they gone' recite
Imma say what I say whether Im wrong or right
cause this just might be the last song I write
Apparently this is where the insanity ends
bid farewell to my parents family and friends
tell 'em I loved 'em and just to be proud when its done
one day we'll reunite beyond the clouds and the sun
when ya time arrives theres no where you can run
hide duck dodge just be prepared when it comes
life is like a vacation maximize ya stay
gota enjoy it even when the skies are gray
sometimes I wonder are we disguised this way
like if I left would it be grief and sighs today
a few "i miss you" cards begging for new means
then its right back to your regular routine
see all I ever asked was to be heard and accepted
never thought about the many lives I effected
but now the plot thickens cause the clocks tickin'
prolly wont be 'til I perish 'til my musics cherished
I might not see tomorrow so its on tonight
gota make sure its something that they gone' recite
Imma say what I say whether Im wrong or right
cause this just might be the last song I write
tomorrow aint promised so its on tonight
gota make sure its something that they gone' recite
Imma say what I say whether Im wrong or right
cause this just might be the last song I write
This the last lap last chance to be respected
honestly I lasted longer than they expected
see Im the last of my breed
copped a twenty so this blunts the last of the weed
they say "he who laughs last shall laugh hardest"
but if you laugh first you still laughin regardless
at the bar last call for alcohol
I wish I wasnt sober that's all for slackin' off
top five dead and alive that could exist
be content even if I made it last on the list
witness how Im hurtin these hot beats
so even if Im last Im certainly not least
get up no time to sit in your seat
here the ink hittin the sheet then the vocals grippin the beat
I mean every word from the last to the first line
so make it last like you hearin it for the first time
[Chorus]x2
I might not see tomorrow so its on tonight
gota make sure its something that they gone' recite
Imma say what I say whether Im wrong or right
cause this just might be the last song I write
tomorrow aint promised so its on tonight
gota make sure its something that they gone' recite
Imma say what I say whether Im wrong or right

We May Look Different
But We See The Same Sky
We may see different
But we cry the same cry
To wake up daily,
And sleep better nights,
Thats what we all wish for to seek a better life, right?
It's unfortunate, when tragedys strike,
But the truth is reality bites,
June 4th 89, a day residents fear
Now known as The Massacre At Tiananmen Square
The day I turned seven they were mourning and grieving
Thousands of innocents die for what they believed in
Come with nothing but heart and a point to prove
Stood infront of tanks and refused to move
What Would You Do?
Run or stand still whens your lifes on the line
To test a mans will
Seeking change and they found but in death
Strangers yet they were my blood and flesh
This happened in China,
But you ain't gotta be asian to relate
To the struggle, pain and hard aches
You'll never know,
You'll never get it,
There is no choice,
We can't forget it
When we look up
We see the same sky
When we look up
We cry the very same cry
See, I'm a grown man
It hurts when I turn on the news
And see thats going on in my homeland
This SARS epidemic, could've been lives
Could've stand for Should Asians Really Survive
They'll try anything to break your family apart
Politics could break down the manliest heart
Can the child within my heart rise above
If theres a billion of us I shouldn't have to look for love
Overpopulation, but damn just to meet the needs
Its illegal to have more than one seed
How can you dictate birth regardless the women
And the parents they make the hardest decisions
Sons keep their family names so thats not an option
Imagine having to put your daughter up for adoption
And even though its beyond your control
Keep your head up heres a sond for your soul
If you don't know where you came from
You can't get the way your trying to go
Theres ain't denying so, its true
I got some big shoes to fill
But If I don't lead the movement, then who will
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Thinking about the refugees that went to see god's place
16,000 miles across the ocean tides
Some died, some got lucky and survived
I wouldn't call it luck, they reached their destination
Modern day slavery without the plantation
Them sneakers on your feet cost $100 a pop
My peoples making 15 cents a day in sweatshops
To make them kicks, so you can look good.
Think we open restaurants cause we cook good?
Hell No, we ain't got no choice

Oh Oh, Yeah, Dj Boone,
The Number 1 draft pick right here, Your Boy Jin,
Double R, Streets Illistrated,
Let's Go.
Gotta have it for burnin the mic,
Yo, you heard that I'm nice,
I spit the most absurd shit you ever heard in your life,
So here's some, words of advice, that you should listen to,
If u get offended, then guess what,
I'm prolly dissin you.
Are these cats for real,
I'm the least bit impressed kid,
They need to pass a deal to get these whack MCs arrested,
I've been blessed with the flow, spittin ever since,
Some say I'm conceided, but now I'm just convinced.
I aint tryin to be a hater, I just say what I think,
But I've seen better punchlines at the prom waitin for drinks,
Yo I spit flames, leave you chokin in hell,
And I blaze whack rappers like I'm smokin the L,
Look at your wrists all limp son, I know that you frail,
Prolly drop the soap on purpose when you goin to jail.
I'm on fire, so u know we smokin more than blunts,
And this aint chicken pox, you can catch it more than once
Fake thugs talk about guns, get they studder on,
The only toast they pack is the kind you put butter on,
I see through they image, like lingerie,
They try to see tomorrow, but they'll be gone today,
We're two different characters, dont make me bust in your mouth,
I'm gone from In Too Deep, you Marian from In Da House,
Plus you aint got game and you know it son,
That's why you livin single like Kyle in Overton.
Well, I'd battled enough rounds, smoked enough clowns,
Just to make a point like the kick after touchdowns,
You never hear noone, spit as sick as me,
I go on 106 and Park, beat up the host and kick a Free.
Oh, Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh shit yo...
Whaddup Boone!

Yeah, uh, yeah
You at my welcome mat and I ain't mad by letting you in
Long as you listen to me closely as you get to know Jin
First of all I had the thirst of all rappers combined
Worst of all people told me I was wasting my time
Like I was better off making up computer designs
A doctor, a lawyer, or anything that's using my mind
When I used to rap I usually got refused and declined
Till I felt abused and used it as fuel in my rhymes
In every battle, the race card was my downfall
Till I read the Art of War and used it to clown y'all
I'm still battling but on a different note
Not rappers, but labels, same ocean but a different boat
Them CEOs must be sniffin' coke
Don't they know that I'm the dopest product on either coast?
They tried to drown me, but I stayed afloat
Here's a verse for you to quote
The realest shit I ever wrote
C'MON!
Now that I got your attention I gotta say this
I know that it's been debated I'm a gimmick they created
C'MON!
All the people that hated because I made it, two-faced
When they the same ones that wished that I'd make it
C'MON!
All the critics that's jealous that I've created
Still highly anticipated they nothing to do but face it
C'MON!
Even though that I'm asian we all related be patient
Cause we gon' make it so if you rollin' with me
We together now, we ain't gotta act like strangers
I done let you into the deepest and darkest chambers
Introduced you to Jin, all the pain and anguish
Gave you reasons why they say the fame will change us
It's most common amongst entertainers
Rappers and athletes, how can you blame us?
Runnin' round crazy, saying I ain't the same cause
But jealousy, is a funny thing that the brain does
How can you not see, in simple and plain view
My fame ain't changed me, man it changed you
But then again I guess that's what haters do
And it's a damn shame my fans got haters too
It's like the listen, and disregard the lyrics
Imagine if they flipped it and the artist were the critic
And everything YOU did was under the scope
And YOUSE about to get hung, and we the ones with the rope
If you think about it, me and you, we really the same
Ain't nothin' different about us but the faces and names
The places we came, lies that were placed in our brains
If our ancestors knew they'd be disgraced and ashamed
So I chose to be the one to change the pace of the game
Look at me, hot as California burnin' in flames
Still I feel, that everything I earn is in vein
Unless I do somethin' positive with what I obtain
These people must truly think I'm really insane
Like my life around me revolves around the jewellery and dames
I'm quick to rip that picture right up outta the frame
I ain't tryna see my whole life go down the drain
And be, 40 years old still hoppin' the train
Frontin' with a fake smile like I'm doin' my thang
Hurting inside, tuck in my pride, hide in my pain

(dialogue)
One take, let's do this, uh... uh, yeah
I was bamboozled, fooled into thinkin' it was gonna be
All poodles, now I see a bunch of pits in front of me
No collars, chains off
Ready at any given moment to tear shit up like a chainsaw
Better bite before you bark
Yeah I was on 106, but that was just a walk in the park
So we on the same show
But I was on for 7 weeks before you even saw my face in a video
Only difference between you and me
Is that heads is actually anticipatin' for my cd
Like 50 Cent, I got bigger fish to fry
And I'll give it to any rapper that wish to die
Used to never smoke
But now all I do is stay high
Chickens on my nuts sayin', "Jin you stay fly"
But I would trade it all, in a blink of an eye
So that when they speak of the dopest, you'll be thinkin' of thy
He say, she say, he sound like him
Get it correct, only rapper that I sound like's Jin
Come on, it ain't hard to distinguish
Even my Pops can tell the difference and he barely speaks English
Swear to God, he knows every one of my flows
If you don't think I got supporters, come to one of my shows
Comin' out by the masses, seen the line around the block
And I ain't even got vinyl out, you can't deny it, I'm hot
Chasin' me down the street, takin' pictures in a van
It's a thin line between a dick rider and a fan
Got love for all of y'all, especially those that love to hate
So when I got triple plat, I can rub it in your face
They 'bout to make June 4th a holiday in Asia
'Cause a star was born and he got signed to a major
I'm down to sign autographs, it ain't a hassle
But just 'cause I don't got a pen, don't make me an asshole
Even Ava got fans, they stay speakin' her name
Caught her writin' on the 'lo, you think she sick as the fame
Hip-hop ain't just music, it's the way that we live
I pray I get to see the day that I could say to my kid
"Your father was one of the greatest to ever be heard
Pay attention, son, listen close to every word
Do what you should do, and I'm what you would do
See I did my best and that was all that I could do"

Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the world famous
Karaoke night at the Ruffryder lounge
Tonight we're gonna try something a little different
This is not an exclusive, so pardon me
As I get on my Posdu new shit
You know them stakes is high I cant relate to guys
That create disguise is
Exaggerate how great they pies is
Is that a pizza or lemon merengue?
You ain't slangin' a thang, play guerilla
But you ain't even orang and a tang
I hang with a gang, we ride 'til we die
Preferably ride yessire I Professor M-I
CNN for information, order now
And get free installion, oops
You're a flow too late, I got the flow of two lakes
Ontario and Michigan
That means great for every rap fan listenin'
Soon you will be seein' and you will be agreein'
Even though I'm Chinese I do a show for the Koreans 'cause
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
Why don't you try to karaoke this verse
Is the nigga with a whole bunch of birds
And don't none of them chirp?
Ten ways to calm down and don't none of them work
I go bezerk with a gun in my shirt
Blow a hundred of earth, pastor said, "Don't come to the church"
I'm a problem when it come to the work
Listen if it's a race to split ya face, I'll be comin' in first
I show up niggas wonder who I'm comin' to murk
Got my broad in the corner gun under the skirt
And we lookin' at ya jewels, tryin' to wonder the worth
Gettin' slayed at night, take away the ice
'Cause it's sorta like sprite, how we obey our thirst
Shoulda known you seen both of the R's
Ghost come with the toast, Jin came with the Chinese stars
You can catch me downtown at a Chinese bar
Dai-ma like a motherfucker high off la' wha
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
Simply put I limp with a pimpery foot
And that's just how it's meant to be took
Or taken, I hate the pigs
But I got fam out in Frisco that's my bay-kin
See how that works a beat and the perks of bein' a jerk
Me and styles, P leave you deep in the dirt
Peek in ya hears whisper in ya ear freakin' a verse
While the deacons speakin' a church, oh Lord
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
I'm so dope and my flow so tight
I could turn karaoke to open mic night
I'm so dope and my flow so tight

Hey Jin, buddy, how you doin'?
Yo, what's goin' on, man?
Hey boy, what's poppin', I'm down (ahh..) uh..hey ahha you know? ok..umm..
Did you take a chance to look at the contract?
Yea..we got--we got the contract ready--ready for you to sign today
How we look...today!?
It's lookin' good everything is ready umm..but uhh..you sure you're ready to--you gonna be a
Ruff Ryder now huh? big time stuffer..'Ryde or Die'..here we go.
I've--I've been waitin' my whole life for this man..so..let's do this
Well..here you go..sign right here..initial here (mm-hmm) there you go (right here?)
yea..tha--that's it.
Okay..(there you go) you are signed now..it's--it's--it's--it's a wrap (rap) huh?
yea..Ryde or
Die..okay..
Yo..wow..what up yo?
Yo..get his contract man..let me see this
I just signed today yo..ain't we gonna work on an album right now?
Forget your album man..do you know how to fight dawgs?
Dawgs--we gonna meet DMX yo?
(Mmhmm) Man..stop playin' man..we not gonna meet DMX man..do you kno' how to do donuts?
I wanna be a Ruff--donuts? naw...
On a bike man..do you know how to ride a bike.. (I'm kinda hungry)
Do you know how to ride a bike?? Di--Di--Did you hear him?
Yo..you got a Hawk?
A hawk?..you mean like..birds?
You got a gun?
(naw..a gun?..why would i ne---i rhyme yo..)
Here--here take that
(yo..hold that?)
Now don't point it at me..
{put that shit down}
forget your freestyles..it's over
(it's gonna go on the album though right?)
{ye--yea-yea..album--al...}
(cool..cool..cool)

[CHORUS]
[Jin]
Ooow
[Girl]
Hey Jin
[Jin]
Wassup?
[Girl]
You Fly
[Jin]
Thas right
[Girl]
Guess what?
[Jin]
What?
[Girl]
Ima leave my man tonight.
[REPEAT 3x]
Picture me cruisin down ya block with the windows down,
System on full blast as the rims go round.
Chickens breakin they neck like Aint that Jin?
Boyfriends on the side be like That aint him.
I aint tryna ruin ya plans at all,
Just in case you and your man fall apart, oh, girl, give me a call.
I was strollin through Chinatown like any other day,
When I bumped into this shorty made me look the other way.
A fly Chinese chick, I was feelin her style,
She had the classic Air Jordans I aint seen in while.
I pull up to the curb, hop out the car (skirrt)
Before I introduce myself, she said I know who you are
Your name is Jin, right? From freestyle friday
Im like what up, ma? You just made my day.
She lovin my skeets said I dress well for an asian.
And the article in XXL was amazin!
Just to prove she watched all seven shows,
She kicked one of my lines from each episode.
20 minutes past, we been chattin for a while,
Standin on the corner of Broadway and Canal.
Im askin shorty, what's up with later tonight?
She said she got a man, and she aint a playa iight?
I figured I caught an L, but as Im walkin away,
She called my name, I looked back and heres what she had to say

About they never talked about the guns or the drugs
'Till I saw the guns and the drugs
There is tons in the hood
I'll admit, I never sold a sack in my life
Watchin' "Scarface" thinkin' that was a life
Slingin' dope or coke, respect, money and power
But what happen when things start to go sour
Everybody wanna see more cash
But ego's clashin', that's when egos crash
See the two of them started when they was in dimes
Graduated, now they movin' bricks at a time
Down to do whatever even wet up cops
Tryin' to build an empire so they shut up shop
They got themselves a connect ready to tie it down
A buster went from Philly straight to China town
Now there is dough poorin' heads thinkin' it's the same
All of a sudden there is weak link in the chain
He's a 6"2, brawler cat -- nickname Bolo
Caught beef with his man so he had to go dolo
But that was a no no
You know the code of the streets; everybody gotta eat
And that's how shit in the hood be
Ain't sayin' it's a true story, but it could be
For the next three months Bolo is nowhere to be found
They say 'cause of the beef that's why he left town
And everybody knows why they don't get along
He's a greedy bastard - stole half a meal from Fom
Fom is the quiet type, silent and deadly
You play with his money now he's violent and ready
They was partners - betrayed by his own man
So he really gotta take actions into his own hands
Father forgive me for the sins I commit
But when I see that thief again, that's it
The good, the bad, things can get ugly
Every hustler over this money thinkin' what it should be
Never know who, when, where, what could be
If you still alive then you'll probably understood me
Meanwhile across town in a two bedroom apartment
Bolo's going through it, baby mama through it
All that dumb shit he be puttin' her though
Disappear for three months plus he hittin' her too
Now she got her bags pack then she ready to bounce
Didn't leave a thing - not even the keys to the house
Let her leave, he ain't talk with her at all
Went straight for the safe behind the portrait on the wall
He's back for his jewels, that in the cash
Plus the sale of last few bricks he had in his stash
Get his money right then he leavin' again
Off to find a new life and start breathin' again
So the deal was made and the buyers agreed
And exchanged - they bring what the suppliers would need
Pick a spot in China Town uncle Lenny used to own
Dollar bills on the wall respectfully known
Bolo went by himself even though it seem risky
Wanted the whole cake - somethin' smell fishy
Back in the kitchen the money was waitin'
Deep in his heart he knew he was dancin' with Satan
Dress in all back with gats - this ain't part of the deal
Had a me set a mouth for the kill
Startin' lettin' off shots now just a few here
Sounded like firecrackers durin' Chinese new years
Bolo's big as a truck I don't know how they miss him
But they got so close the bullet stay there and kissed 'em
Grab the suitcase threw a table at the goons
Jump out a shattered window not a moment too soon
The thugs follow and he sprayed up his ride
Cut up from the glass but he made it alive
Now he's back at the crib frankly they say at least
He was just being chased by thugs and the police
Countin' his dough sittin' on the couch' in
Two shots to the back of the head now he slouch' in
Fom tried to get him at the spot, couldn't then
So he paid his baby ma' 50 Gs' to let him in