Artist:  JR Writer
Song:    Youngest In Charge (Never Scared Freestyle)
Lyrics typed by electricity6688@yahoo.com
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while ya times were sweet, I'd grind for weeks,
months, years.. Couldnt find the time to sleep,
spend nights in the studio, rhymes and beats,
hooks, lines of heat, its my time to eat,

doggie, I define the streets, where the apes hail,
waste dudes and throw em in the waste pail,
I get my apes pale, sell a couple pies, 
and learned it all in junior high at a bake sale,
moms and pops always wanted me to make yale,
but I was busy wonderin how I'mma make bail,

I been in eight jails, as a juvenile,
and math is probably the only subject I aint fail,
you live a fake tale, thats fairy and fiction,
I done put fiends through area diction,
listen, I'mma raw packer, you's a all slacker,
credit? not at all scrapper, I get it all after,
cause I'mma four clapper,

who got all the heads comin back and forth to the pail like a dog catcher,
this the boss rapper, yes killa signed one,
the games barber shop.. where you get ya lines from?
calm down, you next, get in line hun,
hey! get back, no skippin, you behind son,

yall define dumb, stupid, retarded,
right, ya not on my level, dont stoop to retarded,
my shoot is the hardest, aim is the best, yes,
dont get ya chest used as a target,
they like who is this artist by the name of writer?,
supplying cain is whiter, fry and flame in cyphers,
since I was changin diapers, as a young'n,
still a young'n, young'n, gunnin, we'll rain and light ya,

my game the type to, pop and merk you quick,
you'll drop on the first two hits, front... man I urge you pricks,
I'm like H.B.O. baby bro, I aint on that commercial shit,(not at all)
y'all rehearsal whipped, we faces of death,
nah... Real TV, eighth and a tech,

tell you face to ya left, blow ya brains out,
make ya man pick it up and tell me how it tastes in a sec (eww) 
without breakin a sweat or takin a breath,
doggie dogg, I'm the ape in the flesh,
look, who just bake it and stretch,
grab the apron and mesh,
pots, pans, here, take it and step

these niggas keep frontin, then the goons are sprayin,
a beef's nothin, I'll find you a tune to lay in,
peep buzzin, we do this from noon to a.m.
and the only thing 'sweet' is the rooms I stay in,
I had the Ray K penthouse sky box,
fag I make cake, spend out why not?.
dogg, how's ya rent? you got housin rent,
that's a apartment, where's the house your in?
that is the worst gaf, that is the worst gas,
broke frontin, like you havin dispersed cash,
I had to just first laugh, 
cause early to school is the only time that you sat up in "first class"

my jets are private, one F in pilot,
and the stuartist, stupid you was new at this,
yea, that's what it is, yea, that's what it is,
kept ya mouth shut.. yea you shoulda did,
cause I expose folks(what else),
I aint a show boat(what else),
but dont be actin like you stackin when you so broke,
I done sold dope.....