J Noe. J Noe.

J Noe.

We are not the same, I am a martian.

Chill. Laid back. Some people say I'm funny. Some people say I'm intelligent. Some people tell me "Fuck Off." -You have two ears and one mouth; that means you need to listen twice as much as you talk. The Game-My Life [Verse1]Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary/Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley/Take me away like I overdose from cocaine/Take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine/Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"/From a block close to where Biggie was crucified/That was Brooklyn's jesus shot for no fuckin reason/And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces/'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equal/Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel/Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel/Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle/I need some meditation, so I can leave my people/They askin' "Why?" Why John Lennon leave The Beatles?/And why every hood nigga feed of evil?/Answer my question for this bullet leave this Desert Eagle/ [Verse2]We are not the same, I am a Martian/So approach my Phantom doors with caution/You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them/And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon/So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now?/And f**k Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now/Sometimes I think about my life with my face down/Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile/Damn, I know his momma's proud/And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now/And like MJB, "No More Drama" now/Livin’ the +good life+, me and Common on common ground/I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town/Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds/My life used to be empty like a glock without a round/Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds/