[Verse 1: Jack CityZ]

I'm in my second semester, the lectures festered and pestered

I been stressin' to switch lessons

To sectors set to embezzle the rebels

Looked as pebbles from the levels of the reigns

So when it rains

Was pebbles, now several of the grains

Insane from this College stint

Not game for no blue collar shit

Own lane against the grain

So fuck your wave, and fuck your barber bitch

Don't garnish shit

Nay

Two's doable, Three's accompany

By four, that's an art form

Quo three, that's real G

Plot my apartheid, apart from these guys

Ride to the Pharcyde with SlimKid3 and FatLip

My 90's rap shit

The Uth's with me, influence kidney's

Bobby & Whitney

Probably slip CityZ a pill

Heart on still

Kill

The competition's real, and we're top mentioned

Consider your pot pissed in

My henchmen leave you cringin' off of tension fissions

Efficient missions, never severed by the man

Understand?

Like lobsters, y'all weapons effected by bands

[Verse 2: Ragz Bastard]

I Aristotle philosophies, like amazing prophecies

At a high proficiency

I have a tendency to flow by ministry

Longing to be written down in history

Tryna stay Krispy Kreme

Bringing burns in the 3rd degree

Putting flava in ya mouth like hickory

Living in the present the way I'm coming down your chimney

Don't have a conscious, bitch I been squashed Jiminy

Life, Love and Liberty

Convert my cell energy and mental capability

And grow 8 tails like Killer Bee

[Verse 3: Chuck Nimbus]

Them hoes see the gold and they get so ratchet

Now that's what the fuck we call a chain reaction

It's still the same fat jays we passin'

She got high out her mind so she gave me the action

No Bronson, but we be flossin'

Fuck the caution when we often start moshin'

Live life like the wheels on mobiles

Steady rollin like I gave her free will to mo' pills

The pressures pure, so we offer it

Let a ho snag my dough, that's preposterous

Spending like we got lots of it, straight stocks of it

Got the birdies, so it's flocks of it

Cause anyone that opened up that door for opportunity

It's just you and me, so let that vibe stride fluently

[Verse 4: Al Hostile]

Al Hostile

Get up in your lungs

Where you from

A land of lost and forgotten tongues

Where there can only be one

And I have already won

Game, set, match

These bars you won't catch

Well at least on the first listen

Got nice writtens

That'll leave ya main chick quite smitten

Admit it, I'm nice wit it

The hotness that I transmit

Make other rappers sick

Sit and listen

We out the solar system

To the universe and beyond

We got the planet in our palm

Over Baghdad we the bomb like, uh

Over Baghdad we the bomb like, boom

[Verse 5: IiMZ]

This is it, what

Really ripping it up, so step up

I'm known to kick butt quicker than hick-ups

So if you slip up, you could get fixed up

Pray there isn't a mix up

Hit me with a hot beat and get your bass kicked up

The bass gets bumped in places we can't name

Spit til my face is in pages of publications

Goodness gracious, sagacious creations

Get your mic jacked, just might jack your mic-jack

When I write, rappers like "Why didn't I write that?"