Hutchmeow AKA Jammy J is back in da cut with a new freestyle rap. God bless hip hop. I've got the juice and I feel proud. I used a better mic so my voice will be heard easier.

Lyrics:

Jammy J, that’s my name

I bring all the whack MC’s to shame

Or you can just call me Hutch

As I verbally enlighten the microphone I touch.

Spittin’ bars, poetry to defeat

Makin’ all soldiers at war retreat

Musical poetry, experimentation

I got the Juice and it’s sweepin’ cross the nation, mic devastation, a newborn generation,33 degrees like a Freemason, I accept your invitation, sit back relax to musical meditation.

Created from igneous, volcanic minerals
Delivering messages direct and subliminal
Moonwalking like MJ, a not so smooth criminal
Delivering simple rhymes, powerful but minimal.

I see my shadow like a groundhog on February 2nd.
Vernacular English, indeed I sprechen.
That’s the Deutsche word for “speak”
Like Rick James I’m a lyrical Super Freak

I began to tweak with all sorts of tidbits,
Creating phenomenal, admirable, sensational, new hits
Brain food is protein, instead of chicken grits
I express myself, a ballerina black swan doing pirouettes.

Creating short stories, sketches, and vignettes
Rhythm Management is back in business
In full effizect, ready for my projizect
A book of hip hop dialect for me to collizect

Got it locked down with a silver key
Fight valiantly like Robert E. Lee
But I’m Union, Unconditional Surrender
Funky radical, Fossil defender
“5’9”, young, curious and slender,
The brain’s cortex, I’m working to render
Back in the Bronx, hip hop was born
Afrika Baambaata released “Planet Rock” and Furious Five was formed
Grandmaster Flash told me about a message
I shall now book out and no longer continue this passage

I’m a follower, creator who’s about to cut loose
And by saying this, I’ve got the juice.