Justus Where Are You - The Jokerr

A little under a week ago, a phone call took place between the Jokerr and Justus

Justus wanted to squash the beef between the two

So the Joker wouldn’t be afraid to appear and battle him live on the stage at

an event

Of course Justus would coordinate

Now Justus coordinates this event

And to follow he would be the primary benefactor of all monetary profits

generated by the event

So in essence, he wants the joker to come battle and ti put money in his pockets

I don’t think so

It finally happened, everyone was waitin for it, you like to cook the beef stew

But ain’t got the muscle to taste and pour it

You woke a sleepin giant

Yeah I’m straight enormous you can feel the ground shakin from me in my

basement snoring there’s a reason my reputation proceeds me

It’s cuz I’m beastly, and I smash bitches like you easily

I might be cheesy, but jokerr’s like ouiji

If you an emcee, and you can’t touch me

You can’t read me

I’m bout to place some power cords

Negate ya crowd reports start sniffin out the wackest hater with the brownest

drawers

The chicken’s always get to dissin when the falcon soars but I see right

through you motherfuckers like shower doors

I out weigh you

Out write you

Out think you

I out spit you, and when I fart, I out stink you

And guess what, I’m coming at you, and I’m finna catch you

I didn’t wanna smash you

But I guess I’m gonna have to

Cuz you don’t know where to draw the line

You just like to press buttons called you a chicken

Said quit the bitchin

But you kept cluckin

Or put your money where your mouth is

And bet something your head is so fucking big

I hear your neck bucklin

You’re not knowing me

I’m ready for anything you can throw at me

From on wax

To spoken word poetry on stage

Off stage, guns, rocks, blaze pillars, grenades

You try to slander me socially

It doesn’t matter

Jokers the mad hatter

With a chocolate lab bladder

Pissin on you fire hydrant ass rapper’s

I stop shit

I ain’t havin it

I could reach up to stop a helicopter roter blade just by grabbing it ha

I ain’t loyal to friends you just mad cuz nothing

You’ve writtens been worthy to be bitten like foiled and cringe the turmoil

begins, but you couldn’t go toe to toe with me if we were Siamese twins

Joined at the shins

Hehehehe, oh man what a line

What a line

What a line you think this is a gimmick

You’re not with this corny gimmick shit

You’re fucking 30 years old

And still talkin about runnin up on people for sayin shit

Like you need to defend your manhood or something, heh

Allow me to break down what’s really going on

Since nobody else wants to do it, heh

Listen

You wack as fuck, and can’t accept the rap careers a bit impractical

You bit my homie’s myspace page

Shit is laughable

It’s cool you’ve been at it for twelve years, in fact it’s admirable

But all you got from it’s a drug habit and lack of capital

You’ve opened up for nationals, old ticket’s, and packed bars

But A&R's showed up and rolled quicker than nascar you don’t leave an impression

You don’t even leave a stench, you can stomp through powdered snow

And not even leave prints

Now you might pick up a couple weak spirited muthafuckas

Here and there

From your tenured appearances suckle hustle

But the real spitters ain’t feeli the crap you try and publish

Illest lines a mile of rubbish

With poorly designed covers

You’re a dime a dozen, punk, struggling rhytm puppet

Stuck up in a cloud of smug, and unable to rise above it

You front like you runnin shit

But inside, you cry and covet

You’re the poster child for modern suburban cyber thuggin

Justus yeah I said your name bitch

Do something bout it

I’ve been huggin down in my bunker

But I’m bustin out if, fuckin cowards random internet slander under the guise

of honor

Actin like you got something invested in Kavy’s involvement

It’s sad to acknowledge the Kavy beef cuz it’s obivious

It ain’t about the beef

It’s my statue you got a problem with

I’m the rapper who leaves other rappers in gasp and appalled I’ll make you

question if you should even be rappin at all if I’m Eminem

You’re not even the dirty dozen

Just a thirty something

Getting murdered by the nerdy youngin

You payin attention

This is how you supposed to rhyme homie

You had a chance, 09, it’s jokerrs time only

So put me up against the cheetah

I can sprint faster threaten me

I’ll just collapse in a tensed laughter

I don’t flinch bastards

You can hit me with a wreckin ball

I wouldn’t move a thousandth of an inch backwards

I’m on to you

Plottin your little convoluted chronicle

Wantin the jokerr to come play the dope in your little carnival

Please, homie, real niggas recognize real

So when real spitters hear the jokerr wreckin they like Ill

It ain’t jealous resentment

Just mutual shrugs and acknowledgment

We open the hand, and pass love through the palm of it

You’re just bitter cuz you ain’t make the club

You an alderman, and now you got bigger problems than Obama’s economist

I called you out back in august

You didn’t respond to it

And now you request my presence

For you to make a dollar with fuck that

That’s a bunch of bullshit and I’m gone with it

I know you won’t show up

You feel threatened

I ain’t gon fall for it comin at me on some street shit

You can swallow it all the niggas I know

Know all the niggas you mobbin with the source magazine party and club missed

following pete throw him around

Like a couple groupies stalkin him

He told me bout you two runnin up on his ass

Jockin him like a couple fans, with his fam standin there watchin it

So if you say it ain’t happen

You’re callin him a liar

Then in that case, you got an entire empire to brawl against

See you don’t wanna kick off the Arizona apocalypse

I never claimed to be street

Bu everyone on my roster is

That’s why I see through your little brash

Glass cockiness street muthafuckas don’t need to talk

Cuz there walikin it

But in the case of bitches like you

It’s just the opposite

You got a bigger mouth than a yardie hippopotamus

Talkin the bla to the Arizona beats populence from a corner cubicle of your

jobs corporate offices

But all your talkin yielded you an unintended consequence, a, landmine was

planted

And you just stumbled onto em

So here’s your official decree

I recommend you honor it

Any rapper steppin to jokerr, murder and abolish them, this ain’t a gimmick,

I ain’t fuckin around

I ain’t some insecure producer dressed up as a clown

I ain’t some punk bitch who’s never felt the pain of the streets

I know exactly what I’m doin when I’m paintin my cheeks

I’m paintin the scars

Paintin the blood

Stitches and scabs, and bitches like you

Claimin I’m just a gimmick and plague

But jokerrs are all the people who you dissed and Mistreated

You’re the reason the jokerr exists

You just couldn’t see it

So where you at Justus

Haha, yeah

So where you at Justus

Hahahahahaha

Let’s hear it Justus, come on, come on

Where you at Justus

Give me your best shot!!!