Surge Jordan - The Jordan Rules Lyrics

This is what the Jordan Rules were
On the wings, we're going to push him to the elbow
And we're not going to let him drive to the baseline
Number two, when he's on top, we're going to influence him to his left

When he got the ball in the low post, we're going to trap him from the top
That's the Jordan Rules

I got the St. Louis Blues
I survived the jordan rules
New York, LA, back to Chicago
It's windy in my city, too

Yeah
First off, The Jordan Rules don't apply to me
On second hand, I'm the wave
Don't say hi to me

When I was born, I fell out the sky
Landed in sneaks
My shoe game so sleek, I haven't reached my peak
A boo, a choo

You know how I do
No subliminal shots
DJ Clue
Yes, Surge

I'm the glue
Yes, Surge
I got the glows too a direct hit
I directed it

Better not touch my precious mic
Yikes, this beat slaps mic
Ike, run your career over with a trike bike
I'm back for more

This is my sport
When I retire, you can have it back, of course
I skipped practice
I don't like to rehearse

My album deserves a hov verse
I sold merch
A plain white t-shirt
Pots and pans that stove work

Heat check
Mom, check my temp
MJ verse
Shawn Kemp

I rock a glove just to show the rock love
Mad handles don't get crossed up
Akon
I never was locked up

My sweet 16
I was shot
Pops said
Let go of the past

We're done with the 90s
Kiss my
I'm mystical
I'm acting bad

Was a layup fiend
Off the glass
I flint stones
Yabba-dabba-doo

I even showed Fazion love, too
I'm from the loo
Now that's entertainment, dude
Feel like I was raised in The Bronx Zoo

I got the St. Louis Blues
I survived the jordan rules
New York, LA, back to Chicago
It's windy in my city, too

I gave y'all bars
Now it's time to go hard

St. Louis Cardinal hat
You made me a star
I was studying
Head in the books

No such thing as halfway crooks
What's it gonna be
I'm Himothy
Janet Jackson so cold

I get no sleep
I'm the rock to her roll
Wyld Stallyns
Hung with Bill and Ted on the private island

Jumped out the phone booth to dial your number
1-800
Surge on the come up rap city in the basement
No replacement

Here's the kicker
I pulled the trigger
Shot your favorite rapper with my Sony
I'm so NY like big homie

I'm from the arch
I'm the spirit and the heart
This black cat emerged from the dark

I got the St. Louis Blues
I survived the jordan rules
New York, LA, back to Chicago
It's windy in my city, too

Yeah

Yeah