Welcome to JamRoc

[Intro]
Somewhere there's some Youtuber sittin', dem shakin'
Dem nervous
Welcome to Jam
Roc
Big up, big up
Welcome to Jam
Roc
Ay, welcome to Jam
Roc
Welcome to Jam
Roc

[Verse 1: Reuben Vincent]
Look, uh, okay
I been black and been spazzing since a toddler
My mind is on dollars, coppers and Impalas
They be talkin' beef 'til we turn 'em to enchiladas
They be talkin' sweet 'til we bustin' they whole piñata
We the real shottas on them batty boys
Wah gwaan, to all me Rastas, speakin' Patois, boy
Bustin' melons 'til we see your melancholy
And our comments Ghandi
But I smoke you suckas like some ganja, boy
Since a, j'yeah, I been the sh-, I move in silence
Dwayne heaven, 17, but movin' like a giant
You know you got the keys when Swizz tell you, you the hottest
He played me in the Mclaren 'cause my driver come with mileage
This style is goin' off on beats like I was Silk Da Shocker
You lookin' at a diamond
Not the slums of the Rawandas and Wakandas
Reggae trap, you need the real to come and find us
You lookin' at the Future while the rest of them Desiigners
Welcome to Jam
Roc

[Verse 2: Ian Kelly]
Wanna know where I came from
I was under a rock
Like rap throwing up diamonds before we blow up the spot
Anti up, like I was in an orphanage
Tatted shattered and hungry, 'til we make it
I'm glorious, this euphoria, they couldn't stop me and my formula
E=MC squared, Ian Kelly equals MC's fear
Got control, n*gga, let me steer
Off the lease, please just beware
With the squad lookin' at us like, this unfair
How everybody number one when this is musical chairs
Catch a clue next to Cher
Catch the vibe when it's there
Catch a fade when you see that my punchline's real
We talkin' skill all charisma, town sh*t
Better know I still got that ism, God given, God willin'
Even mention Godzilla as I tear away the ceilin'
Jamla is the squad, what a feelin'

[Verse 3: Heather Victoria]
Welcome to Jam
Roc
Welcome to Jam
Roc
Welcome to Jam
Roc
When we come through we bring hammers
'Cause other n*ggas wanna be famous
But we not worry
All we wanna do is test your wrist
They no need to be in a hurry
Welcome to Jam
Roc
No internet talkin', we pop up
And make your favorite artist look washed up
It's way too easy
Simple like A, B, C, D
We building bricks upon this legacy
You make feel, and you make me feel
You make me feel like a Jamla woman
And you make me feel, you make me feel
And you make me feel like a Jamla woman
Rest in peace to Re Re

[Verse 4: GQ]
This for the time they ignored me, I ain't forgave 'em yet
Died and came back, they think I faked my death, wrong rapper
But it is a killin' comin', you should call pastors
See this rappin' thing, we done all mastered
Blind spot in script; I'm lookin' at it from all factors
My brother hit the lotto; I feel like a dog catcher
Even when four dropped, I hit Europe not long after
Partners on the block was back home with Gasol statcher
What you said came in first, really just all rafters
Don't want you thinkin' your talent the reason they broadcast you
Whites kill us, only time we steppin' like strong Kappas
Now the sheet mad at me for sh*ttin' on y'all passion
I'm David; I like to smoke and ride, so don't be East in my live
Hey rap, you really Queen, they lyin'
Rafiki with a stick
I need a squeegee when I spit
Represent, that what I snap for
I know you twenty post pics, but n*gga can you rap though?
Rest in piece to Nia Wilson, Frost and Aretha
VMAs was out of pocket, look how they treat my people
It's all good we get you
We'll call it even if when Jerry Seinfeld die
You let Kat Williams do the tribute
Yeah

[Verse 5: Rapsody]
Braided up my knots, knowin they not gone say my name
These Puma fits, the only caddy sh*ts I ever entertain
I got a record with Jermaine
But y'all know that ain't new terrain
I'm lookin' at they circle versus mine our records ain't the same
God had a couple of sons, a son and a son
So you won't hear me talkin' 'bout the ones I birthed
Just ones I burned
And I know I'm the greatest, if we tryin' to keep it current
Y'all can ride the wave
I look your wave and ride against the current
You told me be the flow, don't fall the flow, nah, nah, nah nah
Y'all don't want no smoke, you're drug without the la la la
I got bart and pain, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the ha, ha ha
I'm talkin' peace, I'm 'bout to lose and pick up Malcolm X's vibe
The rap game's denied, came to reunite the tribe
Spear head I'm leaks and bound and head
I love the ones alive
Don't flinch 'cause I don't feel no threats from no one on the mic
Man, woman, tran, a legand fam, I ain't the one to try, n*gga