Now is the time
J.A.P Lyrics

I'll begin when I started gettin' violent, sir
SPM narrates an instance when he got violent and goes on and on about it.

Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer
SPM fucks the silencer into his gun.

I grabbed my 'stol, and then I felt the coldness
SPM picked up his gun and felt the cold metal.

People stood around as I told this
There were witnesses observing as he began sharing his confession.

Ferocious confession of relentless aggression
He made an unapologetic and aggressive confession.

I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions
SPM was brought up with the belief that shooting should come before questions.

I sold rocks, I was raised with no pops
He sold drugs during his childhood without his father's guidance.

My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs
SPM had four guns and was busy taking women to bed.

Bitch offered me the pussy, so I took it
A woman invited him to sleep with her and he accepted the offer.

They call me a crook, 'cause that's short for crooked
His criminal past earned him the nickname 'crook.'

Stayin' high as Hell, and drunk as fuck
He was often under the influence of drugs and alcohol.

You ain't down with the Mex, you can sick my duck
He challenges anyone who doesn't support Mexican culture and values.

I mean duck my sick, I mean suck my dick
SPM mocks those who don't understand his lyrics.

Don't laugh bitch, you know what the fuck I meant
He chastises those who laugh without understanding his jokes.

And if I ever come back to the free World
IF SPM gets released, he envisions going to a park with his daughter.

I'ma take my Baby Girl out to Sea World
He wants to take his young daughter to Sea World to watch sea creatures.

Time is money
Time spent in prison wastes potential money-making opportunities.

Time obviously isn't on your side
SPM implies that people's prison sentences are too long.

Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night of December second?
A lawyer asks for an account of the events that happened on December 2nd.

My word is gold, now check, how the murder's told
SPM speaks of his influential words in the eyes of his community.

Bring me back thirteen and my birth is sold
He mentions an incident in the past where he sold drugs.

Learn the code, then meet me at the service road
He speaks of following a code of conduct and meeting someone on a particular road.

Now you all understand what this person know
SPM says the group completely understands his account.

Servin' coke, seemed like my purpose so
Dealing cocaine appeared to be his main goal.

I was the perfect mold of gangsta you've been searchin' for
He thinks he fits the ideal model for a gangster.

But on a further note this cat tryin' to burn my dope
Someone tried to destroy the drugs he was selling.

But since the day that Mama gave birth to Los
SPM is giving a brief overview of his life.

I heard them hoes, forever be first to smoke
Women around him were chain smokers.

Tryin' to jack a jacker, what's the purpose Loc?
He gloats about his exceptional criminal skills.

Mercy no, 'cause he smiles and ain't heard the joke
SPM indicates no mercy for those who don't take him seriously.

Now he's in his blood, tryin' to write a cursive note
Someone is fatally wounded and writing something in cursive.

I snatch his (???) up, he looked like he turned to chrome
He attacked someone, and they appeared unfeeling like chrome.

That boy got a date with Dirt, in the Earth below
This person he attacked will be buried in the ground.

With the worms, that hoe left on an early note
The individual died and now resides with worms.

I seen him run the red light, and I heard she broke
The singer saw a hit-and-run accident right before someone left.

Do you have any last words before I give you your sentence?
The judge asks one last time for his final words before giving judgment.

I spent a lot of time away from family and friends
SPM admits that his criminal activities have distanced him from loved ones.

The first song I wrote, was a song named 'Revenge'
He started writing and performing music with a song called 'Revenge.'

Ever since then, my weapon was a pen
SPM used writing to vent his rage instead of violence.

But I still kept a strap for those devilish men
He suggests he still stores weapons for apprehensive men.

Sucka better duck-a from the buck, buck, bucka!
He warns potential enemies to seek refuge from his violent gunfire.

Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle
He makes atrocious suggestions for crimes.

Does anybody understand the life of the trill?
SPM seeks understanding for gangsta life.

Pigs and snitches get along 'cause they squeal
Police and informants mutually benefit since the latter squeals on their competitors.

3,2,1
A countdown to the shutting of a door.

<sounds of door closing in prison>
The sound of a cell locking.

South Park Mexican, what the fuck?  I just knew you'd be back
A fellow inmate anticipates SPM's return one day.