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'84 (Bonus Track) Video (MV)




Performed By: Jlthegifted
Language: English
Length: 4:00
Written by: Jacy Baldwin




Jlthegifted - '84 (Bonus Track) Lyrics




I'm From the eighty-four like Orwell
Cold world, hot air
Big brother, living hell
Oh well, drug sales
Captivated most of my people
Genocide-like, but we ain't Jews
And still we blinded by the same light
Veil torn before our eyes, but actin like it's bird box
All faiths without seeing, but we believing that our hope lost
No hope I put in humans man, I'd rather slit my wrist watch
No time for deception making paces lest my heart stops

I'm the deadliest, Catch Me if you can
Frank Abignale Junior, Leo
Goin' hard wit the alias
You think that you would know me
Until I'm switching up my areas
You don't even know me
I utter the proper lingo
Grow colder wit every murmur
Lines harder than calcified
Gifted words is underlined

Spit so sick I had to quarantine
Little Orphan Annie flow, secret message
N-words need decoder rings
Forget the lean, forget to drink your Ovaltine
Then you really is gunna wanna be sober
Every time I get the gleam
Portal glowing, futuristic elements flowing
5th dimension knowing, I'm hearing everyone of 'em mention
This is in need of attention, he like a gifted physician
His pen hit with precision, it's like he's having them visions
Steady hand movements like it's scalpel incisions
How does he make them decisions, he's like a man on a mission, I'm stricken

I'm fluent in English, but I don't know no other languages
Expert in Ebonics, but my school won't let me major in it
So instead, I'm keepin' my vernacular
Spectacular word craftsman, oh yeah, Imma master it
Rap doctorate, no stoppin' it, I started it
Instigating fight verbs kickin' it like a mosh-pit
I hock them sick rhymes, thick intestine lines
Got all y'all feelin' blue like y'all LeAnn Rimes
I'm Severely gifted, uplifted in my spirits
I leave these tracks so hot that magma couldn't come near it
So don't get me started with these lyrics
My beats sever eardrums, givin' 'em disabilities just from hearin' it
I write like, right outta left field
Hovering over MC's like breaks, yo; call me yield
Cuz the gifted got the right of way
Hobby writers better keep it safe
Keep right up inside all them slow lanes
More brains, more brawn, Super Saiyan, Gohan
Rap game more classical than Kenny G's perm dog

Don't get it twisted; you probably never even heard of me
The greatest art's discovered after death, so murder me
My verses come back to haunt you tho
Ghost writer Edgar Poe; Amontillado
Even in the walls, my beats will taunt ya bro
Lyrical needlework, weavin' lines so fine
Seamstresses in sweatshops have failed
To match my kinda details, I'm un-railed
I'm off the tracks like Tom Tank, I cross you yo
Even though I mean well
Flow aquatic, blue whale, Ahab MC's
I'm the one you'll never impale; oh yeah, I'm a tall tale

Verbatim like no other, who you ever heard before
Carnivorous on the beat but still sophisticated like herbivores
So Vegans don't try it, my bars pure protein
No whey, I can't plate these fakes if Imma go lean
So lym-ritic; Irish critics can't complain
About yo' boys shenani-gains, stuntin' with a shillelagh cane
I'm showin' off a bit, I'm revealing my awkwardness
Let 'em know who the author is, God's got his hand in this

Poetic pre-fetus, didn't reach full completeness
Till becoming a believer and receiving the Paracletus
Check into my thesis; take the chance and believe this
Concentrating on his glory and lookin' forward to only more in Jesus
I'm losing hash-tag followers to the date
Cuz my pursuit of happiness was ended by my fate
Just wait, verily verily I ain't wallowing in the fake
So I'll be the only body woke when they preaching at my wake
Listen, I rap like, it's life or death at stake
Beefing with the game, it's politics, I'm losing the debate
Can't be mad at em for makin' a mistake
Hating on me like I'm they public enemy of the state, ay

It ain't bout stars n stripes, it's bars n mics
I'm far from nice, so I just mite scar n fight, like
I show up to gun fights with just one knife all outta spite
I forgot nobody's here to hold me back
Cuz I'm alone on this track, running laps
Qualifying against myself like time attacks
Gran Turismo, you know how I do this
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I'm From the eighty-four like Orwell
Cold world, hot air
Big brother, living hell
Oh well, drug sales
Captivated most of my people
Genocide-like, but we ain't Jews
And still we blinded by the same light
Veil torn before our eyes, but actin like it's bird box
All faiths without seeing, but we believing that our hope lost
No hope I put in humans man, I'd rather slit my wrist watch
No time for deception making paces lest my heart stops

I'm the deadliest, Catch Me if you can
Frank Abignale Junior, Leo
Goin' hard wit the alias
You think that you would know me
Until I'm switching up my areas
You don't even know me
I utter the proper lingo
Grow colder wit every murmur
Lines harder than calcified
Gifted words is underlined

Spit so sick I had to quarantine
Little Orphan Annie flow, secret message
N-words need decoder rings
Forget the lean, forget to drink your Ovaltine
Then you really is gunna wanna be sober
Every time I get the gleam
Portal glowing, futuristic elements flowing
5th dimension knowing, I'm hearing everyone of 'em mention
This is in need of attention, he like a gifted physician
His pen hit with precision, it's like he's having them visions
Steady hand movements like it's scalpel incisions
How does he make them decisions, he's like a man on a mission, I'm stricken

I'm fluent in English, but I don't know no other languages
Expert in Ebonics, but my school won't let me major in it
So instead, I'm keepin' my vernacular
Spectacular word craftsman, oh yeah, Imma master it
Rap doctorate, no stoppin' it, I started it
Instigating fight verbs kickin' it like a mosh-pit
I hock them sick rhymes, thick intestine lines
Got all y'all feelin' blue like y'all LeAnn Rimes
I'm Severely gifted, uplifted in my spirits
I leave these tracks so hot that magma couldn't come near it
So don't get me started with these lyrics
My beats sever eardrums, givin' 'em disabilities just from hearin' it
I write like, right outta left field
Hovering over MC's like breaks, yo; call me yield
Cuz the gifted got the right of way
Hobby writers better keep it safe
Keep right up inside all them slow lanes
More brains, more brawn, Super Saiyan, Gohan
Rap game more classical than Kenny G's perm dog

Don't get it twisted; you probably never even heard of me
The greatest art's discovered after death, so murder me
My verses come back to haunt you tho
Ghost writer Edgar Poe; Amontillado
Even in the walls, my beats will taunt ya bro
Lyrical needlework, weavin' lines so fine
Seamstresses in sweatshops have failed
To match my kinda details, I'm un-railed
I'm off the tracks like Tom Tank, I cross you yo
Even though I mean well
Flow aquatic, blue whale, Ahab MC's
I'm the one you'll never impale; oh yeah, I'm a tall tale

Verbatim like no other, who you ever heard before
Carnivorous on the beat but still sophisticated like herbivores
So Vegans don't try it, my bars pure protein
No whey, I can't plate these fakes if Imma go lean
So lym-ritic; Irish critics can't complain
About yo' boys shenani-gains, stuntin' with a shillelagh cane
I'm showin' off a bit, I'm revealing my awkwardness
Let 'em know who the author is, God's got his hand in this

Poetic pre-fetus, didn't reach full completeness
Till becoming a believer and receiving the Paracletus
Check into my thesis; take the chance and believe this
Concentrating on his glory and lookin' forward to only more in Jesus
I'm losing hash-tag followers to the date
Cuz my pursuit of happiness was ended by my fate
Just wait, verily verily I ain't wallowing in the fake
So I'll be the only body woke when they preaching at my wake
Listen, I rap like, it's life or death at stake
Beefing with the game, it's politics, I'm losing the debate
Can't be mad at em for makin' a mistake
Hating on me like I'm they public enemy of the state, ay

It ain't bout stars n stripes, it's bars n mics
I'm far from nice, so I just mite scar n fight, like
I show up to gun fights with just one knife all outta spite
I forgot nobody's here to hold me back
Cuz I'm alone on this track, running laps
Qualifying against myself like time attacks
Gran Turismo, you know how I do this
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Writer: Jacy Baldwin
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