This ain't no recording booth. This cooked up in lockdown, man. Locked down, but the flow's still burnin' bright like a hot stove. We droppin' these rhymes raw, straight from the soul. No sugar coatin', no pullin' punches. This is CPC Jumpout, spittin' truth one verse at a time. Pay attention cuz these lyrics are gonna hit you hard. We speakin' on