(Intro - Bruce Lee)    See actually I do not teach  You know,Karate  Because I do not believe in styles anymore  I do not believe that there is such thing  As Chinese way of fighting, or Japanese way of fighting  Or, whatever way of fighting. Becuase unless a human being  Have 3 arms and 4 legs, we will have a different form of fighting.    (Juwan Shahir)    Yea  Shadowville Productions  JS  Uh, Uh    (Verse 1)  I got the slickness  With the gripness, make you sweat  Lose a couple inches  This is not minor Business    This is Street shit  Not that MTV shit  I'm slick without the L  Make you grip without the G    One and Only Prodigy  No one can embody me  Try to copy me will  Lead to cruel dishonesty    Don't even try  To follow me  My footsteps slippery  But don't stumble upon me    (Chorus 2x)  Sickest thing to hit the streets  Since crack, coke, weed  Call my flow a lyrical plant  And the microphone's it's seed    I'm all the game  Ever needed  I'm the monster  That my influence has breeded    (Verse 2)  Single-Handedly  Feed rap hungry fans  Cause memory loss  To a full grown man    The younger the mind,  The more effective  The hotter the flow,  The more expected    Simply neglected  Is what you are  Simply perfected  Is what I am    It doesn't matter  How you spit  We all got a tongue and a mic  Everyone has the same capability    We are all alike  But what matter is  How much effort you put in, Hard workers  Make the most money , in the end    Stealin' beats  And an unsteady flow  Is a direct path  To stayin' broke    Better leave the facts alone  Stayin' true  And not fakin'  Keep Your raps fully grown    I lift bars  The Ones that you spit  Now go tell all your homies  That J.S. is the shit    (Chorus 2x)    (Verse 3)    Shinin' in the streets  You'll be blinded from my heat  Disorganized in the mind  But my raps real neat    For all of those  Who think they all that  'Cause they got a semi-auto  I'ma break you, like I broke a lotto    My Motto  Don't ever be a faker  Write it on paper  So my hand filled with paper    Hard attitude  I never cease to amaze  A lyrical undertaker  I leave you right in your grave    I'm not the one  Who can save  You, Your family  Or Your own Fate    I was destined  For haters downfall  Get on your knees because  You have no choice, but to crawl    Hit you straight in the eye  That way You can cry, vocal chord punishment  And way you'll know why that  I ain't the only kid makin' a fool out of you    Haha  Yea    (Chorus 2x)      (Outro - Bruce Lee )  Basically, we only have two hands and two feet  So styles tends to not only seperate man,  Because they have their own adoptions  And their adoptions, become the gospel truth  That you cannot change.....