JEANATOPE

A hundred percent that’s a perfect percentage
Inherit the change, spilt half, a gift from my parent’s luggage
Won’t budget, born again from light to dawn
From night to morning
Pass the light I’m the truth
Give the youth a class civil law suit
Get loot, not brainless
Eventually world famous
Violence, no an alliance of silence
Ring your door bell
Escort you to hell
Over the limit it’s overflowing
Holes in your colon, send you rolling
Switch cologne, come back with a different tone