Jockin My Fresh
Royce da 5'9" Lyrics


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Quit jockin' my fresh.

Chorus:
Easily I approach
The microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell ya momma to get off of my nuts
She need to quit
"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z
Easily I could smoke
Your hypertone, nigga you ain't no loc
Tell your girlfriend to get off of my dick
And she need to quit
"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z

Verse One:
I'm on fire survival, admire you liar
Who hire, new tires, flew by you
New buyer, Brunier, the new sire
Each line, I think it's lightening
What you think is writin'
Is my ink ignitin'
I stole that from L
But I don't think it's bitin'
Beef is hidin' on side of the stage
Speakin' of fightin'
I write like I pull my pen out the side of a grenade
Imperial, serial killers in front of a mural of Dilla, Proof, Blade
A burial crusade
Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S.
I'm sick
I'm too paid
I'm rich
I will flower a chicken like a bouchet
I'm sentimental
End up with your dental
Loose cave
Bitch we ain't Friends
I ain't Phoebe Buffay
I'm a motherfuckin' +Superstar+ like Lupe
Get a lot of vagina
Stylin' like I'm a designer
Whoever hotter than me
I probably find them inside of me
Connected, I probably supply them it's eeeeeasy

Chorus

Verse Two:
The product is like Prada
A lotta shottas is stretchy
Until you tired of findin' time to ride a bitch out of liars
Y'all retired your guns just cause you signed a deal
I'm the Youth Fountain on Truth Mountain on Honest Hill
Who's countin'?
I'm tryin' to build beyond a mill
Don't call me seven nine's cause I'm tryin' to find a bill(ion)
True is, who is down to kill
Old school like a Buick Bonneville
Suicide, do a lot of pills
You ain't got to kill
Beef is easy to me bitch
Guns, grams, get 'em, got 'em all, strict G shit
Honestly, round 'em up, found 'em slumped
Down to buck, llama tuck
Grind till you tired of us
I'm on your head like a Yamaka

Chorus





Outro:
I'm gonna tell y'all niggas right now. Number one. Quit jockin' my motherfuckin' fresh. Number two. If you ain't feelin' me...you a fuckin' corn dog.

Overall Meaning

In “Jockin' My Fresh” by Royce da 5'9', the rapper asserts his superiority and criticizes those who are trying to imitate his style. The chorus refers to Jay-Z's line “Get off my dick”, encouraging people to stop taking credit for his originality. Royce uses complex metaphors to describe his rap game, comparing it to writing with a pen out of a grenade and placing himself in the company of musical legends like J Dilla and Proof. He also references his wealth and sexual prowess. The second verse touches on the theme of revenge and his willingness to get violent with anyone who tries to cross him.


Line by Line Meaning

Quit jockin' my fresh.
Stop trying to copy my style.


Easily I approach The microphone because I ain't no joke Tell ya momma to get off of my nuts She need to quit 'Jockin' my fresh' - Jay-Z
I confidently approach the microphone because I am skilled. Tell your mother to stop bothering me and trying to copy my style.


Easily I could smoke Your hypertone, nigga you ain't no loc Tell your girlfriend to get off of my dick And she need to quit 'Jockin' my fresh' - Jay-Z
I am so talented that I could easily outdo you. Your persona is fake and I am not impressed. Tell your girlfriend to stop trying to pursue me and copying my style.


I'm on fire survival, admire you liar Who hire, new tires, flew by you New buyer, Brunier, the new sire Each line, I think it's lightening What you think is writin' Is my ink ignitin' I stole that from L But I don't think it's bitin'
I am unstoppable and I see through your lies. I am successful and keep moving ahead of you. Every line I write is brilliant, filled with energy like lightning. What you write is nothing compared to my work. I took some inspiration from L but I did not copy it exactly.


Beef is hidin' on side of the stage Speakin' of fightin' I write like I pull my pen out the side of a grenade Imperial, serial killers in front of a mural of Dilla, Proof, Blade A burial crusade
There may be rivalries among my fellow musicians, but I will fight against anyone who opposes me. My pen is as explosive as a grenade, and I write vividly about violent subjects. I pay tribute to artists who have passed away by putting them in a mural. When I eventually die, there will be a big send-off for me too.


Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S. I'm sick I'm too paid I'm rich I will flower a chicken like a bouchet I'm sentimental End up with your dental Loose cave Bitch we ain't Friends I ain't Phoebe Buffay
I am sick with diseases that are metaphors for my success. I am wealthy and will spend money extravagantly. I am sensitive but can be violent towards my opponents. I will not be your friend or do you any favors.


I'm a motherfuckin' +Superstar+ like Lupe Get a lot of vagina Stylin' like I'm a designer Whoever hotter than me I probably find them inside of me Connected, I probably supply them it's eeeeeasy
I am like a superstar musician, attracting a lot of attention from women. I have an amazing style, as if I were a fashion designer. If anyone appears to be more talented than me, I likely inspired them or provided them with their success. I have connections that allow me to provide things to others with ease.


The product is like Prada A lotta shottas is stretchy Until you tired of findin' time to ride a bitch out of liars Y'all retired your guns just cause you signed a deal I'm the Youth Fountain on Truth Mountain on Honest Hill Who's countin'?
My style is like a luxury brand, enduring and high-quality. Many potential opponents talk a big game but will quickly tire and fall apart when faced with difficulties. People stop trying to be real when they sign a record deal. I am like a fountain of youth, speaking truth and honesty. I am not worried about keeping score.


I'm tryin' to build beyond a mill Don't call me seven nine's cause I'm tryin' to find a bill(ion) True is, who is down to kill Old school like a Buick Bonneville Suicide, do a lot of pills You ain't got to kill Beef is easy to me bitch Guns, grams, get 'em, got 'em all, strict G shit Honestly, round 'em up, found 'em slumped Down to buck, llama tuck Grind till you tired of us I'm on your head like a Yamaka
I am striving for success beyond what most people imagine. Don't call me just a millionaire, I am aiming to become a billionaire. I know that some people are willing to kill to succeed, but I prefer to use my intelligence and experience. I have an old-school style that reminds me of a classic car. Certain kinds of beef are easy for me to handle. I have access to weapons and drugs if I need them. I am not afraid to confront my enemies head-on, and will work hard until they give up. I will not be underestimated.


I'm gonna tell y'all niggas right now. Number one. Quit jockin' my motherfuckin' fresh. Number two. If you ain't feelin' me...you a fuckin' corn dog.
I have two messages for my listeners. First, stop trying to imitate my style. Second, if you don't appreciate me, you are a coward and a loser.




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NBX

grtr4sh gotta be from the Midwest ... and he remember this tape lol

King B 83

[VIRGIN MANE] I'm from New Orleans and I remember this shit like it was yesterday Royce been an Animal I've been a fan since Boom

Superstriker

[VIRGIN MANE] Lol I thought I was the only one that looked this up after that video

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Black Tortoise Music Group

Word play is bananas are on this joint

rFnR

I’m the youth mountain on truth fountain on honest hill. That is all.

DarkManX16

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