Jackpot - Intellectual

(Intro)

Sample

(Chorus)

Jackpot

We just hit the jackpot

Jackpot

10 songs in the backlog

Crackpot

Spazzing on these wack bars

View so high we looking from the catwalk

Drop off the top in an USDM Buick Lesabre custom

Land yacht call me wha we like to bust em

Pause ain’t mean it like that

Why are you as a man talking like that

Break the bat like bane or babe

Ruth they call me

Too based to ball we

Throw a pitch in a pinch

Hit a clinch when we spit

Whack off a bit and that’s it

Of that bat, that is

No homo, it’s a home run when I hit

Me and H hit the lotto x3

Hit em with a 1 2 combo

Hit em in the face like punto

(Verse 1 CHA-Z)

Y'all finally got me tapped in

I’m writing these songs with passion

I ain’t gonna feel no compassion

Especially after I see your fashion

I come with the aggression

Time for me to start impressing

Now I got a confession

This rap stuff is an obsession

I’m doing this for fun

Ain’t as a profession

Catching this dub against y'all

Add it to my collection

The lead is in my possession

Turned over like an interception

Is CHA-Z gonna win?

Yeah it really ain’t no question

I’m moving like I’m a teacher

Putting y'all in detention and calling out corrections

Like the greatest teacher of all generations

The beef is getting a resurrection

Y'all spreading lies

It’s a game of infection

Improving my game

Like the up coming Texans

You like to say I fumble

But in order to fumble you had to have possession

With you we need to have an investigation

Cause of some new suspicion

If it’s true they better start pressin

And stash it in the files

While over here we got Cayden the real Harry styles

Been taking Tara out to nice diners

But then she starting crying

After I mentioned to her that her son has been sick sending half naked pictures to minors

(Chorus)

Jackpot

We just hit the jackpot

Jackpot

10 songs in the backlog

Crackpot

Spazzing on these wack bars

View so high we looking from the catwalk

Drop off the top in an USDM Buick Lesabre custom

Land yacht call me wha we like to bust em

Pause ain’t mean it like that

Why are you as a man talking like that

Break the bat like bane or babe

Ruth they call me

Too based to ball we

Throw a pitch in a pinch

Hit a clinch when we spit

Whack off a bit and that’s it

Of that bat, that is

No homo, it’s a home run when I hit

Me and H hit the lotto x3

Hit em with a 1 2 combo

Hit em in the face like punto

(Verse 2 Aimenh)

Open the door to the armory

Gunmetal gleam ever softly

Look over my choices, it’s pointless

Every option could stop an

Elephant in its tracks, much less two squeakers on a track

Here to restore this balance in the room

On the wheels of steel I move

With intention, clarity, bear with me, scratch grooves so deep I squeal

To a halt, rotors warped, modes are taught, modes of rapping that is, hip hop tips, four pillars you missed

Look them up, learn the ropes, understand the style you emulate, the bars that elevate

The art, the words that motivated you to start

Putting pen to paper, the tales you’ve taken, plagiarism, trust me I know, I’ve played your rhythms

Carti, Uzi, no words spoken pre 03

Listen to the greats, road not taken, frost Jones or Robert there’s no difference

Follow the yellow brick, bleached by the blood of your betters

And Find oz, land of the great and powerful

Gleaming towers of words don’t taper

In the hall of the greats where we keep the crown

Pull back the curtain, you have found

Now, not later Smith, woo, Cantrell, slater

That my lyrical shotgun cuts you down

Armor piercing round, all your pieces found

(Verse 3 CHA-Z)

Bang me and my boy we killin many men like that

But it ain’t a crime

Cause you to quake like Anaheim

You know I be showing up when it’s game time

Yeah you know we on patrol

Ya boys on a role

Now you gotta cover up some holes

We taking our brothers souls

We don’t waste time on hoes

So many stories that I could disclose

But as a man I’ll stay composed

Don’t wanna overbite

Already had braces for that but if I did you would have to brace for that right

We got the mamba mentality

Come at us fix your morality

We letting you share the stage with us

You can Call that hospitality

Innerscoop records on IR what a catastrophe

Although y'all tried to make me an examinee

But instead now y'all gonna have to examine me

Yuh

(Outro)

All my ice I got gonna need me a COAT

All the lies that you share making me BLOAT

Remember lil boys you are messing with the GOAT

Keep going and I’ll put you on my death NOTE