[Verse 1: Jack CityZ]

A lot of niggas rappin

Methods of madness for they actions

Mashin of eras clashing

No fashion trend, bitch

I'm passionate

Bashin my clique concatenates

Ass whippins in plural

The Uth is thorough

Booth's the burrough

I bind flows, rhyme with my eyes closed

Fried though, Churro's

It's your go, get your third eye blown

It's now closed..

These comparisons to me and your manz and them

I'll handle it

Double L's gave made cool J's of Cannabis

Flex the focus, hold the power to "X" opponents

They'll know this

Invoke notice to all poets

They Edgar Allen Poe, hint

Their moments spoken are bogus

Betting on your talent's hopeless

We dim plans, so there's slim chance

Break records like Guiness

Diminish tenants till I'm finished

And I'm standin in a land rented by the remnants

Me and the fatherless child, no calming us down

We break mounds into plains

Then land planes on them thangs

Them days of the same stained the bane of my sane, brain

Infected by the venom that's within em, get em

And they crew, leave em blue in they suits

But it's true that they're cruel

There's no chance that they'll lose

But me backing down's like you and homie frackin' round

Clowns frown daily at the sight of others stackin' pounds

You lackin rounds, hounds

Have a war of words with rappin sounds

Educate ya mind and progress, increase vocab

[Hook: Jack CityZ & Ragz Bastard]

All second to the message

(The way it should)

Think of my childhood

Gotta respect it (x2)

[Verse 2: Ragz Bastard]

So many styles, it's the return of the phenomenal

Ya baby momma love me when I'm all in her abdominals

I'm snowman adbonimle

Here to bring you power from the underground

Like the meteor on Chronicle

See me, I'm like a rapping Buddha

Guarantee to see the future

Crowned king, all in a dream

Like Martian Luther

I'll be damned if I let you niggas block my spirit like the Hoover

And from what I'm spitting

Niggas is monkey flipping

Out they cotton picking mind

If they think I'm ridin' anywhere and it's a solo mission

I'm shooting star wishin

For the people to see my vision

Niggas hoping they can overtake my pole position

Cunning like a politician

Got the game in a Cobra Clutch

Or a type of deadlier submission

I haven't begun

We are fire to you bitches, caveman

But I'm all about designer linen and the finest women

Bitches after starring roles like they Robin Givens

In the booth, mic's a sniper rifle

Leaving no witness, and now my curse lifted

So chill ahk

Bape hoodie that I copped for the low from the thrift shop

[Hook]

[Big Daddy Kane: "The Art of Rap"]

You rhyme cat with hat, then you can be considered a rapper

An Emcee is someone that either has that party rocking skill

Or that lyrical skill. Doug E. Fresh, Busy Bee, these are emcees because these are people that know how to get on the mic. You could have an emcee that can get up here and use a whole bunch of big words

Like: "ostentatious, indubitably, quagmire" in a rhyme

And the crowds' sitting there looking around like "What the fuck? What the fuck is he talking about?"