The Garden
J. Arrr Lyrics

In my garden of peace it's severed heads of serpents and lawn trimmings
In the tranquil haven I've created, there are remnants of past conflicts and trimmed grass

We all bomb but my songs got a Sadom vintage
We all make an impact, but my music carries a dark, provocative undertone

I don't talk much most of these rappers run on sentence
I prefer not to speak excessively as many other rappers tend to ramble

Move in silence but cool with violence punches get long-winded
I operate discreetly, but when engaged in violence, my blows are relentless

Can't tell the battles I fought cause the scars blemished
I conceal the conflicts I've endured because they left lasting marks on me

Been on a walk with God but they say that the stars limits
I've experienced spiritual growth, yet some claim there are limitations to my potential

They're blowing smoke Bill Goldberg how it sparks entrance
People create distractions and false impressions similar to how Bill Goldberg's grand entrance captivates with smoke and sparks

But sit com around me or get that applause ending
If you act fake or put on a show in my presence, your deception will be exposed, resulting in a sarcastic applause

Been authentic but it's more to that
I have always been genuine, but there's a deeper layer to my authenticity

This more than rap
My craft goes beyond just being a rapper

No pressure in the quarter's last I'm just more relaxed
I feel no stress or anxiety as the game reaches its final moments; I remain composed

They counted chickens before they hatched but was short a batch
They made premature assumptions and miscalculated their success

Now they're scrambled like quarterbacks with a 40-dash
Their plans fell apart, leaving them in disarray similar to quarterbacks who scramble under pressure

Faster than Mike Vick before he crashed
I move swiftly and with agility like Mike Vick before his unfortunate incident

I'm more advanced
I possess a higher level of skill and knowledge

You're just a tortoise in a Tour de France
You're out of your element and ill-equipped for the competition

A lotto ticket with the quarter scratch
You rely on luck, like scratching a quarter on a lottery ticket, rather than skill or determination

Y'all niggas more for chance
You individuals are driven by luck and randomness

My shit could build the peephole, you just exploit the glance
The substance of my work is profound and has depth, while others merely exploit shallow observations

Ignored them chants of goat knew it's hostile territory
I disregarded the praises of being the greatest as I recognized the hostile environment in which I dwell

All that praise to realize it's a chupacabra ceremony
The excessive adulation turned out to be an empty and deceptive celebration

It's true that you could copy never clone me
It's possible to imitate me, but you can never truly replicate my essence

It's best you know my heart ubiquitous so you ain't gotta welcome home me
It's preferable that you understand my true intentions are ever-present, so there's no need to show me hospitality

Coming for my due until it's nothing left to owe me
I will pursue what is rightfully mine until I have received everything owed to me

Y'all still looking for acceptance nigga that's the old me
You all still seek validation, but I have moved past that stage of needing approval

We might deserve to be respected globally
We may be worthy of worldwide recognition and admiration

But sometimes the best get what's left handed to em that's Ginobili
Sometimes, the most talented individuals receive leftovers or less favorable circumstances, similar to Manu Ginobili's playing style

Matrimony fake here they're too paid active
The institution of marriage is often insincere here, with couples appearing committed primarily due to financial gain

Married streets so the judge threw the boo k at em
They became deeply involved in criminal activities, resulting in the judge handing down severe penalties

Don't possess a gavel still I don't approve their actions
Although I lack the authority of a judge, I disapprove of their behavior

Play the game but then they sing like a 2K anthem
They participate in the game but quickly turn informant, singing like the songs featured in the NBA 2K video game

These dudes can't fathom the tracks I just Usain past em
These individuals can't comprehend the speed at which I surpass them in creating impressive tracks, likened to Usain Bolt's sprinting

Second line blew your mind, but nigga Husain actually
My second verse amazed you, but I'm truly Hussain, referring to a significant figure in Islamic history

Lui Kang dragon I soufflé rappers
Like the character Lui Kang from Mortal Kombat, I devour and defeat other rappers with ease

Got this out the Mud Dog I Bobby Boucher what you can't tackle
I achieved success despite starting from humble beginnings, much like Mud Dog in the movie 'The Waterboy'

Your view can't capture the things that I've seen thru my iris
Your perspective cannot fully grasp the experiences I've had as seen through my eyes

It's embedded in my thoughts I don't need the papyrus
My experiences are deeply ingrained in my mind, making external documentation unnecessary

Seeing the violets niggas rootless
Witnessing the growth of success while others remain stagnant and lack a sense of purpose

A lot of people pushing up daisies for what came out their tulips
Many individuals have met their demise due to the consequences of their own actions

It's too sick
The situation is exceedingly dire and disturbing

They spew shit but that's a flytrap
They speak profanities and nonsense, falling into a trap of their own making

My music only infused with what a lilacs
My music is solely infused with the beauty and elegance of lilac flowers

They climax then neglect the plot
They reach the height of their success but fail to consider the bigger picture or storyline

I just hope that when I'm gone you forget-me-not
I desire to be remembered even after my departure, like the forget-me-not flower