Jaz-O - Ova Pt 2

〈intro〉
Yes lord, it's jaz-o
The originator
〈.?.〉 〈.?.〉 ya'll
Kingz county
Marcy the foundation
Ayo
These niggas bump they motherfuckin' head

〈verse 1〉
Shwan story
You can't not see me
The nigga that put you on t.v
You come back with all these little faggots and a childish aggression, it's you that i'm addressing, nigga
What you wanna do shawn? (nothin')
What you tryna do, bitch? (frontin')
I pave the way, you couldn't help me
Would've been easier, really i never needed ya
Jaz-o that nigga that didn't carry shawn
To kane house long island in london
Made you a player you dropped the pom poms
Got a pair of pants now you think you a man
And me literally i'm a literally don (yeah)
Beyond extra ordinary not even shawn cory barley
You did your time, my sentence runs on
That's you label, did you sign cam'ron (fucked up)
Selfishly walked on, bet talked on, let a nigga shine damn shawn (damn shawn)
You don't listen, you say i'm dry snitchin'
Confirm it to the world, i'm tellin' the truth (mm-hm)
What i'm sellin' is proof, stop foolin' the youth
Supportin' education when you ain't turn grades in
Amazin', a hundred million and hatin'
Sorry and friendless, your bullshit is endless
I need a call sayin' "let's pretend this never even happened my nigga, let's end this"
No 'cause next is free sneezy, you ain't diesel, you stank fat beetle
Jaz-o is deadly, you pussy, you ain't ready, you's a high pitch whinin' ass nigga named leslie
I can't vision a vest and a pump with that (uh-uh)
Maybe some pumps and a dress with that
The next time ya'll homos express them gats
God bless y'all black, you best be strap
It's all good, you a punk in your hood
Know about geda and we, heard about you
With the gun play i ain't heard a word about you
But i know niggas from brownsville chase you up and down hills
At envy's and they ain't had them steamers
Next day in b.k. postin' up with your 〈.?.〉
Lil chris, young piss, you's a uncle remus
Why you jerkin' off with the next man penis?
And how you freeway? you killin' yourself
Last seen on 〈.?.〉 track to iladelph, malik
Y'all talkin' 'bout me
Your boys yellin' they repo'd my v
Get your facts right, pussy make sure (make sure)
If i needed a ride i'd take yours (mm-hm)
You ain't gangsta, what you tryna tell me?
Ya'll don't fight, you run, ask lb
In 〈.?.〉 i was 〈.?.〉 aight
Jaz-o, dolo, ready to fight, oh yeah, they tried to jump me but my footin' was right
Tell the whole story how i step to dogs
And left eight niggas, no cuts or flaws
If you was in the mix, you'd a shit ya draws
It's true, the only nigga mention 〈.?.〉 is you, come on kids, y'all wanna rhyme grown and shit
Or get gun powered and lime stoned and shit?
The streets celebratin' my name, you bums hate it
Sittin' in bassline stupid and frustrated, nigga
〈outro〉
The fuck outta here
Yo jay for real, man
That's some faggot shit, man
That shit is like some batman shit, the riddler like bringin' all his goons in front of me, man, like i ain't god, man
Yo, and freeway, man, get the fuck outta here, man, you don't do this, man
This is not something that you do, man, ya'll niggas need to get the fuck outta here
And yo bleek, man
Lb, lb's comin' home soon, man, so, you know
Lb's comin' home soon, nuttin' else to say
Why don't you just buy, but the whole b.k. a motherfuckin' roc-a-fella piece and chain, man
That way, you know, niggas can't shout you out, man, nobody know who robbed your monkey ass
Yo geda, i don't even know nuttin' 'bout you, man
Like, tch, your, your none existent
Same with that little chris, young piss nigga, whatever the fuck he is man
For real, man, ya'll niggas need to just go home, man, just be mad, man, fuck it, i'm jaz-o, man, i been jaz-o probably before ya'll niggas was born, man
I'm still here, man, i'm young, yo bleek get a fuckin' hairline, man
And yo, um, um, um, freeway, man
Comb that motherfuckin' velcro, man
Get that shit right, man
Get the motherfuckin' bird nest out that shit, man
Comb your fuckin' brillo, boy
Faggot ass nigga and i was in philly and you know i was in philly
And you knew i was there hours ahead of time
And you still ain't come up there, talkin' 'bout
We hope we got our guns
Well we did

Jonathan Banks is a talented individual who, despite experiencing moderate success in a solo career, he is immortalized by his gift of wordplay, as well as the success of his one time protege Jay Z.

Jaz-O is credited as one of the pioneers the of “triplet flow,” which allows the rapper to flow far beyond sixteen syllables within the four-fourth time signature beat. Being able to add extra syllables to the sixteen multiplies the syllables into twenty-fourths, which makes a triplet of an eighth.

Since the 1990s, the triplet rhyme technique has become a very common distinction among some of the most respected hip-hop lyricists to date. Several lyricists who are well known for the technique include former apprentice Jay-Z, as well as Twista, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Fu-Schnickens, Spice 1, and Tech N9ne.

In addition to being a skilled rapper, Jaz-O also has a catalogue of a successful producer.