Mixbreed - JohnnieB

Lyrics

(Johnnie B On The Beat ) They say I’m that mix-breed, but I don’t think they get that part clearly Like I was raised on porch lights, dirt roads, and a dream too big to sit neatly So many backwood, bright-city, crossbred lines make the whole room hear me But they can also leave a fake-ass lane all cracked when the beat come near me Tell this mixed-breed kid to stay in one box, shit, that’ll never fit me I got too much road in my blood, too much soul in the pen, too much fire to fence me Got a house full of roots, but the vision still big, that’s why the whole thing stretch deep Say I’m gon’ drop, then I rise right back, make the whole room check me Constantly sayin’ I’m too much of this or not enough of that Too country for the city, too city for the sticks, but I still make both react I’m from Arkansas, but I still got range, that’s why they can’t pin where I’m at Maybe I’m one clean shirt with a wild-ass mind and a sharp mouth under the hat Always built from contrast, calm with a storm in the center Givin’ your bitch that “damn, he different” look when she feel that pressure Mix up the roots with the future and that’s where JohnnieB enter I ain’t confused, I’m combined, motherfucker — and that’s why the whole thing better Watch me take what they called too split and turn it to a strength they remember Johnnie know exactly what he is, so fuck whoever can’t measure He’s a whole damn mix breed, baby Half old-school soul with a new-wave sway, still drivin’ them crazy He’s got both sides built in one style, that’s why they can’t replace me So just maybe, yeah just maybe He’s a whole damn mix breed, baby Too smooth for one lane, too raw to move too safely He’s got black and white both in one frame, that’s what made me So just maybe, yeah just maybe Maybe Johnnie came from a line of old souls mixed with new ambition That’s why the sound got backroad grit and a big-room kind of vision Make one wrong guess and miss the whole point, that’s your bad decision This that bloodline built from opposites still movin’ with precision What did you expect? Of course Johnnie ain’t one-note, plain, or peaceful He was made from tension, taste, and truth, that’s why the bars feel lethal Just because I don’t fit your mold don’t mean the whole damn thing ain’t beautiful That’s like callin’ one half fake while the other half still made it useful So fuck one lane, see, it’s that simple I’m not choosin’ one side when I’m built from the middle You can crack a joke how Johnnie too mixed, too strange, too little But I can promise you this motherfucker still too live to be that brittle I got too much life in the voice, too much fight in the pencil Too much past in the bones, too much future in the mental Ain’t no clean-cut label big enough to really stencil What I am when I walk in the room and make both sides feel kinfolk So for the critics still talkin’ like I owe ’em one clear issue Here’s the plot twist — I’m the proof two different worlds can live in one tissue That’s why they call me Mix-Breed, and every time the beat hit, it hit you One body, many roots, one truth — and the whole damn thing official. He’s a whole damn mix breed, baby Half old-school soul with a new-wave sway, still drivin’ them crazy He’s got both sides built in one style, that’s why they can’t replace me So just maybe, yeah just maybe He’s a whole damn mix breed, baby Too smooth for one lane, too raw to move too safely He’s got black and white both in one frame, that’s what made me So just maybe, yeah just maybe