1. |
Intro
01:58
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Trash Talking
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2. |
Vibes
02:51
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Sit down as I give you a lesson
what happens when people testing
my fucking paitients
tired of things going wrong
when I make moves
people hesitating to long
(whers the next progect im gone)
even family is slacking behind
grew up with a hustle and smack on
my behind
bitch why you in the hospital
takking mamas bread
while fighting these obstacles
to make the ched
I dont like money
it makes me evil
but to make a fucking record
bengies fly in the sky like an eagal
slave to thought of being equal
but you gotta work for what you have
when niggas find out the truth
shots fired like bagdad
better watch for the purge
people skitzen through the nerves
and have you ever heard
im concerned for your words
(Hey ma)
Sometime these vibes get real
angry enough to stab or kill
(Look what I got)
(Its automatic)
(not made of plastic)
I try to put it in my work
or another school shootings
gonna lurk
whats wrong with this earth
(Hey)
Sometime the vibes get real
innocent gonna rob and steal
(are you listening)
(SOmeones gonna die)
(are you gonna cry)
push a human to the edge
when hes got nothing left
whathca gonna do
when your gonna loose
(Jarule flair
lately people fucking with me for fun
give them a good look
they know they should run
When Im skating down the boulavard
they looking at me funny
think I grew with food in my tummy
but here are somethings you dont understand
by the age of 9 I became a fucking man
18 I was lost in these pipe dreams
held me from suicide
in a world full of schemes
didnt had time for pussy
cause I needed a pay check
and respect
not big egos from that bitch lucy
and I know that IM choosey
The girls knew my vibes
the game and vision
kept me alive
7 day shifts
fuck friends they wornt shit
all they did was run around
and suck eachothers dick
Now IM fired up
Ive desired enough
I caught you with your bluff
next business discusion
you better say yes
Or Ill let my russians
put a knife in your chest
bless
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3. |
Toxic World
03:56
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Chorus:
This is the song that put me to bed
the song that made me cry
looking at the world just asking why
do I exist when i close my eyes
This is the song that made me live
the song I never forget
followed my phone upgrade
in my playlist
was my first kiss
Verse 1:
What did we do before the internet
3000 views still not famous yet
how do things work in this kinda future
everyone’s got an ego
all super
heros
running around accomplished only zero
it cause we live like
crabs in a barrel
money hold us down
glued to our feet like caremel
and whats that smell
trash you left behind
thinking someone poor will find
a rescue
Obtain extra isues
I wish modern fuckers
would just love the person next to them
no snapchat secting them
but back to hardcore sex again
drowned out video
porn
another thrown in my life
its time to make things right
go into reality
not the space orb hype
addicted to satilites
Verse 2:
Im feeling toxic to this modern situation
no one sits still add
evaluations
as a kid I had patients
now im bout to bite a mother fuckers
head off if he tells me to wait
and
Contemplating
moving back to a 3rd world country
were life makes sence
people live for something more
then whats behind
the computer screen
these days I stay awake
and scheme to god
our mother board
I wish I could unplug the chord
but musicians cant in this type of world
cause
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4. |
#1 Player
04:40
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Chorus
Girl Ive been looking at you
you been looking at me
really what do you see
a player
swaged clouths getting all the hoes
the farther I go I loose my soul
now Im done with love
Im done with hugs
I just want sex
your appearance the best
something out of a porno
premadona ortho
when we kiss is it real
something I can feel
Verse 1:
Look Im done with love
Im done with these fake hugs
done with your bitching
and Im done with bug
thats been sitting in my heart
wasting time with you
could make numbers ons
on the charts
dont let me start
we all idolize the same bitch
skinny with the curves
perfectionist same shit
cover it up
saying that I like you for you
your hobbies the things that you do
but face it
I really want
a play boy bunny
so I can fool around
tickle inside her tummy
say goodbye when Im busy
like hanging with fam
when im feel horny
hit the back of her ham
masagonistic superficial
im being real
heres a list full
of the thoughts that I conceal
we all take drugs
in pursuit of falling in love
rehab is what it does
Verse 2
hot bitches getting the attention
they havnt done shit
but Im thier like a school lesson
its amazing how emotions rule logic
no one admires the girls who is modest
I always liked the oddest
but really just curves
obsessions of apearance
keep fucking with my nerves
maybe thats why shes brain dead
fashion magazines caught up in her head
sorry to all the girls I ignored
perfectionist view I was taught to explore
when cry I know why
I feel this way
cause vanity and looks
is the place I swayed
Now I feel the pain
complemented on my looks
now what I change
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5. |
Sugar
04:15
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im being teased by a white gurl
when i want brown sugar
shes mean but i like her straight hair skin so fair
look at me with this white gurl
do we get along
can she braid my hair
understand my swear
be the one whos thier
to care
I probably dont know
she could be a hoe
light skin so dark
dark skin
where i start
i came to the city looking for love
thousands of people
but are we even equal
you wouldn't care
i know its not fair
a million people walk by
but i cant find
the one for me
see how its supposed to be
culture is a bitch and you know it
inneratial love seems hopeless
different backgrounds we come from
makes you feel lonesome
some days I want hide away
from the fake
I owe them something
is jesus white or black maybe asian
heard hes a mixed dude why are we complaining
love so complex when it comes to goals
it feels like im falling in a whole
thats probably why she grabs the pole
get that attention she missed
if only i could give her that kiss
ecstasy of a good hit
she talk about later but dont admit
all races are expected to act in a certain way
what dream should we chase
fuck it all
dreams are a taste.
dreams are a waste.
say hello to whats in your lap
cause in the end you will never get it back
if it your controls
mind
spending your money all the time
be crazy enough to commit a crime
wasnt in the buisness plan
but that multiracial pussy is in my demand
girls got that leash on me
But I got 2 leashes with this D
I want my brown and white sugar
not yo local bar hooker
a wife and mistress
date photos like its pintress
both got equal interest
but 2 is hard work with
give me a mix girl
who can work it
something worth it
Im being teased by a white gurl
When I want brown sugar
give me that brown sugar
her hands in my fro
while my hands below
give me somthing sweet
or to eat
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6. |
Stomp Em Out
03:52
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Imma grind until I shine
Go get mine
Verse 1
I just walk with a style
that the havnst seen
exclusive
stupid my fucking team
bunch of reckless regects
that havent found a home
tripping over eachother
get that dome
I just take her home
cause thats players do
in this type of game
im not aloud to loose
we want booty at night
who you gonna choose
its a party alright
thats why im rude
If I just keep rhyimg bout pussy
every one will like my fucking songs
you see
the planet keeps turning
if baby makers swerming
we all got desires
adicted to the learning
that why I smoke with my niggas
take a hit npd
yall just making figures
locking us up
I got the keys to the cuffs
aresst me
my mafia is exing
Chorus 1
I check my swagger
at the door
she doesnt like me
Cause IM a whore whore
I feel like turning up
smoke some weed we burn it up
a fucking hippie to the core core
I checked my swagger
at the door
she doesnt like me
Cause IM a whore whore
got her sitting on all fours
WE turning up
Verse 2
who the fuck am I
who da fuck are you
im just trying to live my life
rolling with my crew
like minded people
who can see me through
all the praises and
the artificial faces
made lime light
lets bring it back to basics
like the time at the bakery
trying make dat bread
sell that savory
same store after school
where the papers be
exchanging hands
cause the green was in demand
told my fam
it made me an artist
staring at the screen
they thought I was retarted
but departed
from the world that I saw
put on my shoes on stadge
visions were drawn
mental tatooes
of the life I belong
schemes in the stew
what you gonna do
when a nigga like me is making it
Imma full meal let me put my steak in it
rapping it
the game
Chorus 2
I check my swagger
at the door
she doesnt like me
Cause IM a whore whore
I feel like turning up
smoke some weed we burn it up
a fucking hippie to the core core
I checked my swagger
at the door
she doesnt like me
Cause IM a whore whore
got her sitting on all fours
WE turning up
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7. |
Skit
00:59
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Verse 1
imm an emotional disorder hoping in and out of social dreams
popular is me i slit the throat of a social queens
"that got dark"
this the type of rap for those who dont know what lonely means
let the crankin out
im crackin on these crack heads now
"foreal"
psychopathic shit these adicts dig
for those who dont know what acid is
lets blind some kids
my eyes all merkle
open a window just bezercle
and kill yo fuckingself caus you didnt how the earth swirls
brain sick from the purple
its amazingi designed these rhymes
to move with times
so our sons and daughters dig the shit we did in our prime
sheding wisdom like 80 something
im 19 my wisdoms nothing
waiting for the day that float
singularity i hear it in the vocs
Chorus:
heard it when they spoke
about the next best thing
my online self is the person that im bless
i can be a god
vision soo odd
who gives a fuck whats in your pod or type person
concious has its own state
universes lurking
i let go
things im supposed to know
is my mind open or closed
you can see these thoughts
the styles in my clouths
Verse 2
whats the purpose to this circus
yall gatheround
as i spew burbon cause the earth is just kinda of round
tripple hundred pounds
of bullshit radio
feeding you fake materiel
drowning out your fucking ear wholes
love songs with no meaning
english majors greedy
my music is wine not a candy reciet
put me in yor cellar
fuck yall my
poetry is better
i speak truth
coming out my brocken mood
what yall make me do
i bend these rules
dementional shit time traveler pool
yall always been my sims
changing up the game
tell you who to fuck and your childs name
but i guess thats what it means
to be a famous artist
people hit u the retarded charges
cause thats what art is
take a step into my starship
ready to float kno.
thier it goes again
singularity on the toke
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9. |
Conscience
06:02
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10. |
Trap Sex
03:16
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I been Hunting on a mother fucking dream
6 years old I was dere on the seen
we was making money mean
balling with these schemes
even some weapons
if we saw enemies
come with me
Turn this world into lusid
till these girls start acting stupid
poor me up a drank
dapper out call me cupid
I will never loose this
Next Level World so whoes this
J enigma Spittin out the Truth and
I knew them
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11. |
Immigrant
02:59
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12. |
Mystery
04:40
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J-Enigma Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
J-Enigma is an odd character who grew up with Caribbean roots and lived in contrary neighborhoods. This brew a confused rapper who used his artwork to guide his life. These mixtapes are the newest pieces that show his work.
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