Key to the City

Still got that key to the city....<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>uh..uh....uh<br>J-U, The hot shit, to hot to fall<br>I`m too ahead of my time kid, I stop for y`all<br>in a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait<br>I`m so ill I raise the dead when I rhyme at wakes<br>From the moment that my first verse caught your head<br>years later you`ll be buggin` off the thoughts I said<br>Now I`m lampin` on the street, with my foot on the curb<br>give me the illest concept, and I can put it in words<br>Analog mics are used to record the subliminal<br>Pro Tools chapped em soundwave and make em digital<br>Flow cool Juice`ll do the mic something pitiful<br>For me you`re gonna need a million gigabytes minimal<br>Niggas wanna rap they gettin in it for dough<br>but start hangin up when they cell minutes are low<br>I`m toed back off of a couple Guinnesses though<br>I`ll have people passin` out before I finish the show<br>now you feelin` insecure when I grin at yo` ho`<br>I had her ass in the air kid, chin on the flo`<br>Now you tryin` to spend your dough, so your women`ll know<br>I`m still Juice but big Panik put the gin in the flow<br>Now the flows are the fattest crazy rap status<br>Juice hold belts in all the fuckin` weight classes<br>I`m anti-sobriety, I try to stay tipsy<br>I move at the speed of light, Blink, you missed me<br><br>[Chorus]<br>From the Midwest, to the West<br>And all sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed<br>No matter how it goes we fresh<br>Cause you can have a scantron and still can`t test, the best<br><br>[Chorus 2]<br>From the East coast to the West<br>The best sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed<br>No matter how it goes we fresh<br>Cause you can have a scantron and still can`t test, the best<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>I was told by the council, to lead the new millinium<br>One ounce`ll have your skin chippin` like a pentium<br>3 processor, nobody floss fresher<br>my style very day to day like a cross dresser (Whoo)<br>Juice at the club, your whore I macked her<br>She forgot she had a man until the morning after<br>Bones and vocal cords get torn and fractured<br>She said comparin` us was like before and after<br>Juice bust `em out, flush `em out, what`s the fuss about<br>I kick lines other cats can only cuss about<br>they say Juice is on the lose, have you seem him<br>I`m day and night and every hour between `em<br>I`m on some Mary J. shit, nigga this is my life<br>Tape so hot they had to wrap it up in dry-ice<br>So having any thoughts about winnin me God<br>is like tryin to save a game without a memory card<br>And in case you didn`t know, I`m paid to hijack your motorcade<br>Try to wave to the crowd I`m blowin off your shoulder blade<br>your chance to live is at a very low percentage<br>your so close to death that you can see your own image<br>A amateur, lost to a professional<br>Now they dissconnectin you from all that bullshit you was connected to<br>I need no remorse, I had to diminish `em<br>In Mortal Kombat I had the crowd screamin` "Finish him"<br><br>[Chorus 1] + [Chorus 2]