[B. Lee]
Feel like a caged beast
Only one thing on my mind
These lame rappers look tasty
And god dammit it’s feeding time
J.L. he done let out
Fueled the fire to my rage and now I’m ready, ready, ready
Gimme that mic, show me that stage and I’m gon’ go, go
Take cover cause the booth’s ‘bout to explode
Ain’t nobody tell you that my pen write gold?
So gimme that damn respect that I’m owed
I’m a show you how to get up on and flip that quick
Sick with the tongue when I spit that shit
Tryna act like you ain’t know that I was gifted
Like [?] get on there and rip that shit
It’s nothin’, to prove somethin’
To the suckas out there that doubt me
Excuse my arrogant demeanor
Gotta calm down that shit attitude about me
Where she been what they askin’
But I fell off well I’m back
And I got a bitch that stay mad
Cause I’m pickin up where they slackin’
No longer mental prison
Yes from these ashes I’ve risen
I spread my wings and envision
Me devourin’ all you bitches
If I wanted ‘em to get it no sweat at all
Savage in my blood, so sweat you know
I’m a give a hater nothin’ less than my all
And there’s no damn way I fall, B
[Hook, J.L. B Hood]
I’m a beast out the cage, so get outta my way
Ya’ll created a monster, now you gotta pay
Killin’ you n***as now what you gotta say?
If you didn’t know well you gon’ learn today
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)

[J.L. B Hood]
It’s alive motherfucka
Look alive, I’ve arrived
And it may come as a surprise
To some of this enterprise
But on the rise
You might wanna get your front row ticket
To see this murderous shit, exquisite
Tempted for sickness
I got my shit out on the street
Like I got evicted, it’s heat
So they got addicted, compete with me
Not a lick-lick with flow when I rhyme
Steel toe how I kick it
Go get this dough I’m inclined
Will show you this difference
Get busy showin’ behind
In other words showin’ my anus
Changes made a n***a that mo’ dangerous
I can spit a whole verse in a different language
Ya’ll don’t get me, I’m a move, I’m a get famous
Overseas, shit please, can’t hang with us
In the middle of the road, no lane
I’m a just run this highway through my shit my way
Gon’ see me with the A-listers
Big business
This [?]
Get with a script this vintage
I feel privileged
To be listed
On anybody that’s [unknown] even if it is just
Some little kid Chris, in Wisconsin
Who goes Tech, Eminem, Little Chris, Rittz
J.L., Hell yeah I’m a give em hell
Till they know my name well
Flashy when I get up on this mic, n***a
You lookin’ for dope then you found the right n***a
Try to play me, fuck up your life n***a
I’m a loner for real cause I don’t like n***as
But I might be the type [?] never heard of
Might be the light skinned skinny Biggie before murdered
Right, and without no hype, surrounded what I do sure enough
Let me learn ya, a monstrous witness now mommy turn up
[Hook, J.L. B Hood]
I’m a beast out the cage, so get outta my way
Ya’ll created a monster, now you gotta pay
Killin’ you n***as now what you gotta say?
If you didn’t know well you gon’ learn today
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)
I got something for that (ass)