It's Nothin'
Jo-Elle Ortiz Lyrics

Giancana back at y'all niggaz
I'm back, but this time as Giancana, and ready to show these fake gangstas who's boss

This shit is bigger than killin' the President
I'm involved in something way more powerful than even harming the President of the United States

Ignor-Entertainment up in this motherfucker y'all
We're not just entertaining, we're igniting a powerful movement through our music

It's nothing! Infrared beams laser the place
Using my infrared beams, I can effortlessly dominate any situation

Two straps, radiate at the waist, I'm a marksmith
I'm well equipped with two weapons at my side, a master in precision aiming

Them things bark man, sprayin' with haste
My guns are so powerful they almost sound like a pack of dogs, unleashing their fury

Shit razor gladiator your face, soakin your strip
I'll use my guns to severely damage your face, marking your territory as mine

Hoodied up, loc in the whip, pokin' the clip
Dressed in a hoodie, I'm in the car with my crew, loaded and ready for any confrontation

Arm extended out the window, chokin' the fifth
One arm out the window, holding my gun with deadly accuracy

Legend or myth seek a Taliban, hit Babylon
I'm a legendary figure, some may even consider me a myth, but I'm on a mission to take down my opposition

Don't misinterpret the smile of a Don, I'm fowl as a swan
Don't mistake my friendly demeanor, I can be as ruthless as a swan is graceful

Get at you, spit at you with ya child in ya arms
I'll show no mercy even if you're holding your child, spitting bullets your way

Clap at your bitch, full semi'matics eclipse
I won't hesitate to shoot at your woman, with my semi-automatic gun making it almost impossible to see clearly

Display rage like an evil omen
My rage is palpable, and it should be a warning to anyone in my way

Trust me in the backseat when you drivin'
I'm in the backseat, and you better believe I'm keeping an eye on everything

I'll pop your fuckin' cerebral open
I'll shoot you in the head and kill you instantly

Take position when them snakes hissin'
Be ready for anything when someone's trying to deceive you

End up nickel-plate kissin', out of state missin'
You'll end up dead, and your body will be moved to another state to conceal the evidence

Get graveled in the battles and wars, rattle the four
Prepare to be defeated in any conflict, as I'm proficient in using guns

'Cause cattle when you rhyme big you sound like you horse
You sound unimpressive, like a large farm animal

It's nothing! Dudes'll talk like they killers
These people who claim to be killers are nothing compared to me

But they eyes can't disguise the fact they really fear us
Their facial expressions give away the fact that they're actually scared of us

It's nothing! Them big rims on the truck
Those flashy rims on your car are useless, they won't protect you from my wrath

That slim hoe that you pluck? That flossin'll get you stuck dude
Be careful who you involve with; that promiscuous woman you're seeing might get you into trouble

It's nothing! This ain't your ordinary rap
This is not the typical type of rap that you hear every day

It's extraordinary scrap - Cris', pour the Henny back like
This is exceptional music, something worth paying attention to; pour yourself a drink and listen up

It's nothing! (What's my name?) G Rap, Giancana
My name is G Rap, and I'm part of the Giancana family

No throwbacks are fitted, we own rap and spit like
We don't wear vintage clothing, but we own this rap game and spit our lyrics with confidence

It's nothing!
All of these things people think are impressive or threatening, they're meaningless to me

Five star general ranked in the game I don't respect y'all sergeants
I'm a high-ranking general in this game, and I don't have any respect for the lower-level soldiers

I wreck you varmints, eject them comments, and wet y'all garments
I'll destroy my enemies, shut down their comments, and leave them wet with fear

I bank sure as the flames from out them Texas orange
I'm confident in my abilities to succeed, just like the burning orange flames in Texas

Keep fresh hoes in flesh and bondage, collect and garnish
I keep my women in line, bound to my will, and enjoy the fruits of my labor

This ain't a threat it's a promise; give you a hospital bed
I'm not making idle threats, I'll put you in the hospital with my actions

And a harness, reps get tarnished if you don't hit that deck
You'll be wearing a brace, and your reputation will be ruined if you don't bow down to me

For homage and beg for your pardon, G Rap head of the squadron
You'll have to ask me for permission and beg for your life, as I'm the leader of this group

Kid be sent to alarmin'; you flipped and stepped out of margin
Your behavior has caught my attention, and you're now out of line, crossing a dangerous boundary

You infuriated the Gods and the stars and
You've made a grave mistake and angered some powers beyond your comprehension

The sky's bout to thunder, you low-life come out from under
There's an impending sense of danger, and you should be hiding instead of behaving recklessly

About to heat your winters and drought your summers
I'm about to bring chaos into your life, affecting you even in different seasons

One right up on your fort, forty-five Colt buckin' the horse
I'll put my gun right up to your stronghold, and shoot like a cowboy with total confidence

Give your body your nuts in divorce
I'll take your life and your pride away with ease

Dick in the dirt, you flip to the earth
You'll be lying in the dirt, defeated and humiliated

Check where the hit tip grippin' the shirt
Be careful where the bullets hit, leaving evidence of the shooter

Get a flashback, flick to your birth
You'll start remembering your life from its beginning, as you face certain death

It's war for you morons, we wave four arms
You've entered a war with us, and we're ready to fight with all four arms, meaning every weapon at our disposal

Draw with arms, more arms and more arms and more arms
We don't stop at just one weapon, we'll keep pulling out more and more

G Rap Giancana that raw Don made my bones
I'm G Rap Giancana, a powerful Don who has become legendary through intense experiences

When I was a young buck I played with chrome
Even as a young man, I was already familiar with guns, and was fearless when using them

Blaze Stallone, get your brains blown, grazin' the dome
I'll shoot you in the head, with a bullet almost grazing the top of your skull

Get my stage on, the rage is on, my nigga
I'm ready to perform, and my anger is at its maximum level

Yo chill G
Okay, let's calm down now

[Chorus]
The chorus is repeated throughout the song, emphasizing its central theme of all these things being insignificant to G Rap Giancana and his crew