Try Again (feat. DramaB2R & Conway the Machine) - Jim Jones

Yeah, uh Griselda Brrrr, uh Look, play my position, in the kitchen, I'm workin' Whip it, baggin' half in 50's, hit the strip and I serve it (Uh huh) If it's an issue, trust, I'm comin' to get with you in person (I'm pullin' up, nigga) With the extendo, throwin' at you 'til I flip the suburban All my businesses flourish, I'm on my way to my yacht I put a six on the dock like Julius Erving (Hahahaha) Damn, I know my nigga's sisters is hurtin', he caught a new case But got his sentences concurrent, that ain't get him discouraged Got another homie in prison for murder (Free my nigga) He would let his gun clap and fire at anyone that would try it Watchin' his baby mothers cry, I got numb, I can't lie His mama ain't shed a tear, she know that come with this life Thought about it, his kids was young when son got the time Won't see his daughter graduate, can't teach his son how to drive Now you see where I get this ambition from and this drive The Machine, I'm iller than anyone that's alive (Anybody, nigga) Look, bought the Benz truck and the Maybach with no lights (Hah) And straight from dealership, not from the auction with the low prices (Hah) A long way from sellin' white and runnin' from the po-lices (Uh) You niggas know who flow nicest, raise the bar like coke prices (Talk to 'em) Fronted the homie, caught a joint, he stopped answerin' Been my nigga since grammar school, I don't know how to handle it Flee said, "You leave them knots in your chest, they gon' turn to cancer then" In other words, he sayin' don't let it slide, you gotta handle it (You gotta get that nigga) Let that lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze (Hahaha) Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Don't tell my niggas stay safe, tell 'em to stay dangerous (Stay dangerous, nigga) Auntie hit that stem, almost fainted Fiends love me in every ghetto, nigga, I'm famous (I'm famous) Have some young boys pull up, do you heinous (Boom, boom, boom) Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze (Brrrr) Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Capone-N-Noreaga watchin' CNN Black whip, black tint, y'all ain't seein' in It's Con and Meth, spread the word, boy, you seein' 'em No seein' 'em, these rappers in the scope, you'll never see an M Killa Bees back in the building with Machine and 'em (Uh huh) We creamin' 'em with pockets of dirty money, I'm clean again Ain't gotta tell you I'm dope, just stick the needle in The Ghost's Off-White big enough to fit this Eagle in Tis' the season then, why ask why? I has my reasons, and My birds don't need no seasonin', Meth ODin' this evening Now ask yourself, is that really air that you breathin' in? (Ah) I think outside the box, then I find a box I can keep 'em in Or just leave it then, like the bouncer, won't let your people in People said they want that old Meth, well, this the prequel then I get medieval, some people won't make the prequel then (Ah) Leave 'em in the fetal position, F it, I'm leavin' 'em I use the system, you cowards use euphemisms (Uh huh) Women call me Super Daddy, my powers is supervision, who- Gave you permission to speak? To learn, you listen Learn to listen to a different MC, you'll learn the difference In addition, if you miss an MC, sign this petition Get a fraction of that faction, subtracted by my division, uh I'm a boss, so that means I make decisions Slash villain, I will kill an MC to make a livin', yeah

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)