[Intro]
It's a nice night out

[Verse 1]
Ayo
They treat me like I sold my soul, man no way
I’m legit down to the sole, I catch the beat like Jose Canseco
Either sprint or jog a slow race
So it’s safe to say I’m like Medhane, how I go my own pace
Creative mind since 2-0-‘08
Bro wait, watch your space before you talk with no weight
No shade when I spit the bright shit, no shame
JAY the Doughboy like O’Shea, people know my flow strange
I never tied my self esteem to succеss
Jumped off the island now I’m King Kong beating his chеst
I pray those who think the needle is blessed, you’re feeble at best
In need of rest, yes, OM’s like a full court press; the best
I jest, they tell that it’s all about the timing
But really there ain’t an era that I would never shine in
Rappers talk big on mics but really never chime in
So I’m only co-signing the dope rhymers who’d blow a spine in
You know we dope minded, not what the bland would be
I blam a beat, only band with me if you can stand the heat
Write what I plan to see, me and a clan of beasts
The pics you beg her for, she sends them to me randomly
[Chorus]
It's OM in full effect
And I project and check correct so expect a vet
The Resident Patient like Inspectah Deck
They’re telling me "Change course in the game", I’ll intersect in a sec
I’m in the set with the guilty and the innocent
Tryna make your mark like Geoff Raines, I intercept
You say that you got the fragrance but there’s nothing in the scent
You’re starting out and wanting thousands like there’s nothing in a cent

[Verse 2]
I’m taking small steps leading to large, tall
A phantom and a menace, double edged like Darth Maul
Rappers say they’re solid but when I spit, their bars fall
I slap your face and leave it red, man I’m Hardcore
This Malpractice, spazzing till I Blackout! with the method, man
Because I’m spazzing out like they injected meth in man
I pray to God I never have to live stretching bands
But if this don’t work that’s next in plans
And rappers on some fuck shit, I’m just on some mad shit
Rappers Seth Rollins, looking like the type to cash in
I don’t let the drum spit, I don’t do that dumb shit
You’re just the type to land one hit and say you bashed em
Better know that my set came to shit on
Lights Outs when we Spring Foward like Left Lane Didon
The best stay to get on, the rest stay dumb
So play the chess game and get paid when they press play, c’mon
[Outro]
This is that riding at night shit
Yknow? Just with your friends having fun
Anyways
I've been your maestro, JAY
And have a good night man
Catch ya