Verse 1 (J. Mood) All I need is One Mic, One Pad, One Pen One prayer to One God for one sin Well, maybe a couple more Shyt maybe that O.E. from out the grocery store Maybe a couple whores will do, maybe that gin My birthday was a hurt day, who do I depend On when I aint feelin strong, I know God go me But I was bent on Belmont Road who was there to stop me? Summer nights hot as hibachi, my swag they try to copy, but they cant Dont talk to anybody, so to the mic I rant, and that I stamp This mic reveals the pain from my brain My drive collides like suicide Im talkin Kurt Cobain, it aint the same But this mic keeps me sane This shyt sucks the life out me, leave a nigga drained But I keep pushin, everybody lookin waitin on my next move I dont got time to worry bout how the next move Im feelin like Im homeless, the way my mind wanders Think "Am I really a man? Can I stand On to my two feet? Or am I too weak? Why the fuck didnt I jump in when my steppops got beat? By my momz, shyt , I just stood there and watched Until I saw the cops, just knew she would get locked I let that shyt eat me alive, momz lookin like WTF?!!? I aint know what else to say man, I just needed one mic..... All I need is One Mic (x3) Verse 2 (Jay Kellz) They said I wouldnt make it, that I didnt belong So many years of provin em right, its time to prove these niggaz wrong Bout to go ape shyt, call me King Kong Lil nigga but Im out here flexin like Im strong If from a world where its death and dispair Cant breathe wit all the gun smoke in the air It seems God gives you much more than you can bear Whats the point of cryin when noone gives a fuck or cares Its in Gods hands so I gotta keep believin In not losin my faith, just runnin out of reasons To not go back to trappin, and the trigger squeezin This money and success, really got a nigga fiendin Its get rich, or try and not lose my life Wrong actions but my intentions are right Promise to take the game and my brothers to newer heights Biggest rocket in the game, call a nigga Dwight The world looks different when seen through death and poverty These niggaz gettin put on when I know they aint as hot as me Makin it to 30, only just a probably Leavin the game is like winnin the lottery, One Mic All I need is One Mic (x3) Verse 3 (J. Mood) Uhh, all I need is One Mic, one life to make it all worth it This one goes out to all my real niggaz feelin worthless Keep it 100 my nigga, this shyt aint picture perfect But picasso picassoed cause he knew that he was worth it Its perfect, the right flow and the right beat For my feast, and my beast to conqour See my team, on my streets, go bonkers Graduated from level 1 to honors Cause its levels to this shyt like theirs levels to the clip Dont go their homie, dont go there homie The streets is hungry out here, dont go there lonely And dont go there phony, they quick to sniff out pretenders No I aint never been a thug, shyt at times I bitched out Put in situations I cant handle with my mouth How about that time when that white kid spit all on my sneakers All I heard was One Mic playin through my speakers Wouldve faught em but all I saw was defeat in my features No confidence, aint make no sense, shyt I was 230 A lil chubby somewhat, yeahh I hit the gym early All of the sudden fraud niggaz wouldnt fuck wit me So much anger built up I knew shyt was gettin ugly This is just another story bout how hip hop saved a nigga But let the news tell it, they say hiphop made the niggaz Hip Hop is still alive and we keep fightin the fight I promise yall its gonna be alright, as long as I got One mic I just needed One Mic (x3)

Good vibes baby, feel the good vibes. Feel the passion as my words vibrate through your hips and thighs, Let my words break your heart, then dry your eyes. Take my hand and walk with me through time; follow my strides and visualize how I rose from my demise to being jet-set, high, somewhere floating through the sky. I know my roots. And I speak the truth. I've personified my life so I can preach to you what I've been through. I've come so far, but I'm not done yet. When my heart beats I can sense success through the "S" on my chest. When I make it to the top, you'll know me by my style; you'll know me by my rhymes, by my flow, by my stroke. I fought to learn how to fight; revenge is a dish best served cold so I'll feed you well- enjoy your frozen dinner. Recognize that I'm a winner, still an imperfect sinner but thank God for second chances. Always take second glances, look again; step outside of yourself, and look up... "Cause I was above ya." So here I am, and here I stand with both feet planted firmly on my master plan on a star in the sky with a mic in my hand. Good vibes baby, my words slide in smooth. And I'ma make you move make you Feel the Mood.

Chorus (Deleono) Baby I just wanna take you high (Ohh Miss Lady) Can we try, you and I, tonight's your night for sure Relax, recline, Ima make you feel special tonight (Just Be Patient) Girl its all for you Verse 1 (J. Mood) This a cut for the grown and sexy So let me paint a picture for you if you let me Candles lit keep the lights low Baby you came to the right show This show was made for you to participate Shrimp Linguine on your dinner plate Let me serve you up I can be your chef Your a masterpiece, the way your fittin in that dress Cristal or Don Perigion baby make your choice Relax baby I can hear the tremble in your voice Let me run the hot water in the bath tub Heat up the oil for the back rub Follow the rose pedals to your next adventure You done had a long day let me ease ya temper You deserve it baby, you the baddest And Ima rock ya world shordy call me Lenny Kravitz, Mood Chorus Verse 2 (J. Mood) Chocolate strawberries on the dresser Dont fall in love already baby Ima catch ya Play some strip poker baby whats ya price If I get ya naked, cool ya body down wit ice The finest lingerie baby whats your secret Secrets dont keep friends baby let me see it You stayin here tonight, this adventure runs late So let me take ya down baby, whats it gonna take? Do I need to kiss ya on ya neck slow? Usually turned on by the XO? Or do you like it old school, lil Ray Charles? Or do I need to dive in like Trey Songz? I just wanna do ya like I should If Ima do it Ima do it good I just wanna make a movie like Im Tom Ford Ima make them red bottoms hit the headboard Chorus

Hook Ayeee, You cant catch me, you cant fine me Speedin pass em like a Maserati Or a brand new Buggatti, Ferrari Boss Like Im Irv Gotti Murder rappers leave em right behind me and Im peelin off like That nigga gone (x3) That nigga gone, gone, gone That niggs gone (x4) Verse 1 That nigga gone and you cant catch me, you cant fine me Passin rappers like it was my hobbie These niggas trynna rob me, these niggaz trynna kill the kid I dont know why, I think they mad cause they cant feel the kid Either way Im gone, never gonna catch me goin all the way home Cant tell me nothin cause Im all the way grown, Better calm yo ass down, better watch your turn Cause Im the boss homie yeah I run this game I run these streets, I run this lane Aint not other rapper here competin wit the kid Fuck around wit J. Mood get a beatin from the kid ahhh Sheesh! Yall done got me started Fuck around wit Mood and you'll get mothafuckin carted Off the muthafuckiin field, Like Im Domico Ryans Kill the competition, and then I take of flyin like vrooomm Cant catch me, these laggin ass niggaz cant catch me These hatin ass rappers think they better than the kid but I bet these fraud nigghz wont bet me Put ya money up champ, where the bands at boy Talkin all that money, better rapper than Mood? Where the grands at boy, like ahhh Hook Verse 2 This verse goes to all my dogs, Loyalty is blood yeahh we made that law Ima lead my team like Im Rose for the Bulls And when I get the rock swear we all gon ball Real niggaz gon bounce to this, Real niggaz gon bounce to this I done had some real ass moments but, aint no shyt gonna amount to this, ahhh My dogs, my brovas they my dogs If you not one my dogs I swear I do not fuck wit yall If you not wit me now, fakers do not try and call Stuntin like yall steady ridin but yall prayin on my fall, Naww It aint goin down like that, beatin competition wit a baseball bat Easton or the Rawlings or the Louisville Slugger and I do it in a Nationals baseball cap Awww, my flow to illy, I aint from the streets but the goons gon feel me Not Gambino but the nerds gon feel me, love me or hate me but the worlds gon feel me Undeniable like Lebron in the paint, Unstoppable like Melo in the 4th Blowin pass ya like Russell wit the handle, Got range like Durant on the court Trynna beat me homie? Nigga you dead wrong. I beat on em wit the rap shyt, and then Im peeling off and Im gone. Hook

Verse 1 Baby let me tell you somethin you cant get away from me you can forget it. You can try all you want, destiny wont even let that shyt go down like that It wont go down like that, when I get you gone you gon be like "How you go down like that" Im trynna tell you somethin baby Im the man of your dreams And that nigga you wit now, he aint the man that he seems He dont know what it means, he like a deer in high beams Got no clue about a partner or the meaning of team So when it seems their aint no hopw or that this love thing is a joke We can start a lil somethin like the fire to the smoke Or like the weed up in the blunt lemme put that good up inside ya Like a trunk up in the fire lemme put the wood up inside ya Do you need a reminder? Do you need a reminder? That Im a parttime lover but Moods a full time grinder That means Im grindin when Im lovin you, bindin when Im up in you Doin extra that means Im overtimin when Im fuckin you, Mood. Bridge Yeah, and I'll do ya like Whoah Satisfy ya needs have ya screamin out for mo' I can speed it up or give it to you nice and slow Either I can be ya man or we can keep it on the low (x2) Verse 2 Yeahh I love bad bitches thats my fuckin problem But whole time I think my answer is you Other hoes they dont compared dont have no choice but be true Yeah I be flirtin wit the ladies but you know how I do Lets get it poppin baby, lets get it poppin baby And once it pops shorddy you know it aint no stoppin baby Yes Im a veteran, wetter than Katrina man Put it down so good got her doin the macarina damn When she wit her girls, yes Im the topic of discussion I hit her cell phone then you know she get the rushin to my spot Then I get her hot, like, Melo on 2k Im like who me, touche, then we makin movies like Blu-Ray Then I'll be ya Family Guy like Stewie, then I'll turn around and hit it like Boucher Ima hit it all the way to next Tuesday, then I treat my lady out to Ruby Tuesdays Anything to let you know that Im the motha fuckin man And my motha fuckin plan, is for you to understand baby

Intro Yeahhh, Im just goin for the top We Workin, I dont plan to ever stop This is my time, dont give a damn about the clock Yall niggaz aint scorin yall can pass over the rock and when I get it Ima Ball, give em buckets like Im 24 They ask me if I got it I say you know Until then Im just waitin on my chance man Hook Yeahhh, Im just goin for the top We Workin, I dont plan to ever stop This is my time, dont give a damn about the clock Yall niggaz aint scorin yall can pass over the rock and when I get it Ima Ball, give em buckets like Im 24 They ask me if I got it I say you know Until then Im just waitin on my chance man(x2) Verse 1 All I need is One Mic, One Move, One Carry Ima ball until the day Im gettin burried Until then, every track I do I light up the scoreboard AP wit the rock, I cant help but to score more Fuck all the fake friends, claimin that they fuck wit me But when bets come to play they wouldnt put a buck on me Luckily, the game dont got shyt to do wit projections And what you think of me dont got shyt to to wit perfection Real recognize real yeah they pick me with their selections Everybody on my team yeahh they feedin on my progression I do it for the niggaz that was ridin as Im grindin And for the haters homie I dont pay em no mind and Give em a good ass show, I know that they watchin me Aint waistin no time cause I know that they clockin me Sick of lookin at me, check into the hospital I want the quarter, yall just playin for the big nickel Bridge I aint trynna be Jay, I aint trynna be Pac I aint trynna be Sinatra, I aint trynna be Bach Im just trynna be Mood, cant nobody duplicate When you taste success, people 'round tent to hallucinate When it comes to friends, you cant tell who's real and who is fake So I keep my brothers when we have the cake, we eat the cake Hungry for this money, I swear I got so much bread to bake Im just trynna be great, got so many crowns to take Hook Verse 2 One time for the niggaz grindin legally Two times for thie niggaz out here feedin me Three times for the niggaz that aint fraid to give Credit even debit for the niggaz that believe in me I claimed We Workin' from the start Gave yall the appetizer then yall asked me for the art I felt like I aint really have a reason so I gave yall the Offseasons Till the flood came so I gave yall Noah's ark I promise yall my heart, and strictly out of gratitude I put it on the line hoping yall could Feel The Mood High Flyers, the realest shyt I'll ever bleed And even now I feel I Must Always Strive To Achieve Not for the money, for the hoes, or the greed Im doin this to say I conquered all my dreams Conquering dreams means makin dreams into reality On top at 280 means I even conquered gravity, Big Mood Hook

Verse 1 Damn, I dont know what to say, I know everything isnt going your way Everybody wanna leave and nobody wanna stay, Everybody blamin God but nobody wanna pray She deserves better so you wanna save the girl Think you superman so you wanna save the world But we let pride seize us, They havent build em like that since Jesus So listen to ya soul Sometimes you gotta sit back and play ya role Sometimes your Lebron and sometime your Juwan And you gotta sit back and watch the game unfold Put the shyt behind ya back, YA gotta keep yaself in tact I know sittin on the bench is wack, but sometimes you just gotta sit back and ya gotta relax Hook Relax, take it easy For there is nothing that we can do (x2) Verse 2 They say you doin too much, who you think you are? Captain Save-a-hoe? You wouldnt get far. These hoes aint shyt, run through these broads These niggaz aint real, run through these frauds Im like damn, forreal, Im just trynna keep the peace You dont have bread then they wont let a nigga eat Now aint that some grimy shyt, now aint that about a bitch They say you put a dead pres in front of a nigga And if the money right see how quick a nigga switch I swear its a cold ass world, They say aint nuffin worst than a cold ass girl Heartbreaker, Money taker Old heads in the club call her rump shaker Wise man once told me nigga dont be greedy Sit down young man you just gotta relax Hook Verse 3 When I heard this beat, I had to sit down and think Should I rap about me or should I rap about yall? Cause we all go through the same shyt Cause its all about the rise and its all about the fall They say what goes up, must come down Shyt Jigga man and Diddy sittin on the thrown Nigga I dont need the fame, Im just trynna be great And maybe bring a couple grammy trophies home Some chick I can bone, who wont blow up my phone Move up out my house, show my mother that Im grown A wife and some kids, MTV Cribs Filet Minion steak and some baby back ribs cause Im trynna eat Im trynna keep the piece but I gotta keep the piece Im trynna sigh relieve, and I dont need a leaf Im trynna find my seat, so many empty seats Cause noone sittin down, everyone on their feet

Verse 1 The day you caught my attention Is the same day that I repented I asked God to forgive me my for my sins Said that I would need his favor, I knew I was goin in Im like damn, how you get so fly Lookin like an angel, how I get so high Think I got the goosebumps when yall walked by Cupid was takin shots, that was a clear drive by, but You looked familiar in my eyes You was rappin my manz up Dated for a minute but he wasnt the answer Said he was the cure but instead he was the cancer Heartbreak hotel I saw ya at your worst Bustin doors down, crystal clear that you was hurt And Im just trynna pick you up Said you needed some time to get yaself together, im jus sayin hurry up Hook Hurry up no time to waste, boy We been in the same damn place, boy Like we're in a freakin maze, boy You know what im trynna say, boy Just Open up your heart Babe is time to start Life is like puzzle baby Im the missing part just hurry up Verse 2 On my mind at about 9 o clock pm Tweetin back in forth I had to sneak in ya DMs Got ya number, thinkin first that we could be friends But you was prolly thinkin in my mind I had other plans But im as innocent that I have been since the 6th grade wanna heal ya heart, Im trynna be like your first aid wanna make you smile like a test with a good grade Clean the mess up that nigga left like a white maid, but I understand you gotta guard ya heart Not trynna be Clark Kent just trynna play my part Im 22 aint got time for games baby And shyt you grown, aint got time for the lames lady But ya ex still in ya recent calls And you still got up all them concrete walls Yu just askin me to give you some time And for you shawty I dont really mind , just need you to hurry up Hook Verse 3 Is this what this is all about, this what I waited for Cause if so then I don't mind waitin a Lil more This ones for Mi amor, you're the one I adore Youre the one wouldn't mind goin to hell and back for Just loose ya man, he's what ya want, I'm what ya need That's the man of today, but I'm the man of ya dreams Just let me hold ya down, let me hold ya down I got ya open wide every time I come around It ain't no use to frontin, I ain't got use for stuntin Take a chance on me mama, you ain't loosin nuffin Hurry up, Im sayin hurry up Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than just a crush The thought of you got me on cloud 9, cloud 9 Your presence keeps me on my damn grind, my damn grind Im lookin at you like you damn fine, you damn fine Just waitin for dat ass to be mine, to be mine Hook

Verse 1 (Jay Kellz) Choppas be choppin, ladies they boppin My style and my flow is what they be jockin Gucci and Prada is what I be rockin The reign and terror Im bringin, there is no stoppin You wanna be what Ive become, and the beef game see I'll never run Cause I roll wit the niggaz packin guns, Ima miricle baby, Im God's second son Im up in the crib rollin up another L, everybody know my name yeahh they call me J Kellz And a niiga so high and my flow is hell, do the G thang I aint fraid to go to jail What I be sippin on drive these niggaz crazy, Moneys the motivation to never be lazy Im up daily, eyes all hazy, 1 across my chest like Im Tracy McGrady Up in the club yeah I be ballin like King James Mr weatherman pimpin cause I control wind and rain Whippin up another batter, all white like John McCain No Im not a doctor but I can show you your own brain I just want the money, you can keep the fame Greatest to ever live is my only aim Truth in this bitch livin life wit no shame Niggaz think Im crazy but Im just insane Great White Im hight in the food chain, have these bitches cross dress like the Wu-Tang 100 west, its a new nation, J. Kellz aka the new satan Hook (Jay Kellz) Catch me at the crib and Im blowin on my dank Up in the club and Im sippin on my drank Girls give me head so I know just what they think Now its official nigga I am everything you aint Leavin the whip, and its drippin candy paint Like Waka Flock said I go hard in the aint Yeah I got bread, I stay makin bank Now its official nigga I am everything you aint Verse 2 (J. Mood) Im everything that you other niggaz wanna be Aint got no problems if you niggaz aint confrontin me Modern Big Tymers, so you can quit the stuntin B Call me Baby, call Kellz Wayne, ballin while yall in summer league This my city I can do what I want, This my city I can do what I want In the fast lane like my trunk in the front, Im the engine to my team like a fire to a blunt Yall dreamin bout the day yall throwin money in the club We workin for the days we gettin money from the club I remember when the younginz didnt want me in the club Now these younginz lookin at me kind of funny in the club Cause its polo on my body, shoes are versace, Came up so fast they thought I joined the Illumaniti Or cause my nigga Willie pulled up in the Maserati And we killin these niggaz like a 12 gage shottie Hook Verse 3 (Ian C) So they save the best for last nigga At the race to the top im flying past niggas Mind on the future, no thoughts of the past nigga Time to get off yo ass get this cash nigga Mood told me change the verse so now im out for blood Got theses rappers palm sweating like their hand came out a glove And all these other niggas hating so I guess the out of love I be fiending for this dream, like I just ran out of drugs Oh you gotta team but you got lames starting Im gifted, just witness, Lebron James ballin My shooters keep a rocket thats word to james harden Doc Rivers coaching dont play no games darling