[J-Yak]

Bang With Jackson, the anglo-saxon

Can't see him on cash, like Abraham's hat brim

Slowly Baffling, every rapper that's aft'r him

Nothing but back rim, my buzz sorta like packed tins

The flows heavy, they can't swim, provide levies

Like Jackson, Andrew, And you, aren't ready to handle

The man who flows like glowin candles

Stand huge... getting big like growing handles

Its a scandal... tracks splitting their cantelopes

Hidden insight, im rippin mics with anecdotes

Still I Let it all fall out like Janet Jackson tho.. woah

Faded fresh off a super bowl

Genius, 9th wonder shit, send it to the funeral

Turn it to a urinal, looking back a year ago

And seeing the progression, like watching some Ch-Ch-Chias grow

I'm off the map, like commercial-driven vehicles

Free-to-blow, Smoke in the direction that Katrina roamed

In-ward, with game colder than blizzards

Cold as 'Soda pop-but, most you rappers full of bull-shit like

Derek Roses locker..Thad Matta, with buck eyes

These tough guys, are so su-prised

I dump these punchlines, must i, disrupt guys, above i?

Fuck why, cuz why not...

I made it due to Entourage jus like Saigon

Bygones are bygones, I try on these....

Various styles, then spit it back like a python

Nothing but nylon, clear to see I made it genius

I'm the addition of John Wall, don't play Arenas

I remain in Bleachers, rap as mainly features

But represent a wide possy of creative creatures

Peace up, and please up your speakers

To find out, what the hell's this Genius shit he speaks of

[John Daniel]

With or without dap, welcome to the introduction

The whereabouts in tact, help the Midwest function

Met the fork in the road, saying fuck a junction

Hear my stomach rumblin', ya label's a luncheon

Passive with the passion, hope ya seatbelts fastened

I March through Madness without fillin' out a bracket

It's me on a beat, so notepads tend to worry

You dudes put mics/Mike's to sleep like Conrad Murray

I guess I can relate, cause I end up killin' em

Or like kids were with Mike, they end up feelin' em

The haters put will in him, they say I'm well played

Some gotta face regrets everyday like Yung L.A

Young Elway, that's a well away from drying up

I'm well arranged, not the type to admire luck

Supplyin' snuff, while these fuck boys advancin

Been seein' bars so long, call me young Chuck Manson

This ya last hope, watch the lead start freelancin'

'Til you walkin' 'longside ghosts, like Ted Danson

You are just a stand in, the masses ain't feelin' ya

That's cool, I'm Gadhafi and the rest is playing Libya

I've had enough, so it's time to alarm 'em quick

Goin' 'gainst my whole branch, y'all armed with sticks

There's never been +GOOD Music+ without Common Sense

Wait, there's never been +GOOD Music+ without a Consequence

I'm a problem, #5 when the evens were assigned

There's no solvin', 'less you tryna stay far from behind

I'm not a poor soul, or rich with talent

But I've been pushin' it to a T, half comprised of Malice

I've arrived as valid, try to adjust to this balance

Had the game pick my brain and gave it a cleft pallete

We have you surrounded, crowd dumbfounded

Pound for pound I leave 'em numb, and found dead

[Devers]

Its the face of a genius, tho the eyes of a fighter

I see em Christian bail and run out at the spark of my lighter

In spite of, the sight of doom when its present

I close the door upon the devil when its knockin from on top of the heavens

And in my presence fail inevitably, please

Puts your guns down clown and fix your wobbly knees

365 days and even more ways im killem

I turned em 360 degrees and hung up the will in em

I tend to give a little back, every track cold

Said infact, reynold wrap tight... with black soles

And these plaques show... they can't fuck with me

Still around, round 3, see me swinging for more

So..close... heart outta my chest, at best

Flex, tryna show my double helix/he-lexxx

So suprised so repressed...blessed

Evil genius smarts, flow’s growin from the start

Showin.. how a pro stays throwin darts

Locally grown, so close to the throne

Tho these people only see me in the light thats been shown

Til im blowin up the west, im kobe strokin his best

Im always close to the gold, the treasure beats in my chest

My pleasure to bring you rhymes you neva eva contest with

So pull the lever, devers check this

Ever so invested, sicker than congested

Noses snortin powdery compounds, born to astound

Born to with stand, the mighty altered hand of the man

The band stand bangs, the snare maintains

The beat seeps in creeps through my deep veins

Could you, tell me why should I stay sane?

Holdin the same mic that flamed your gang with propane

Ey... but its really just a peace sign thang

Throw it up while my shit bangs.. while my shit bangs

[ExZ]

They never honest in responses, fit predictability

The villain in the will of me is killing me

Questioning ability and billing me, finding ways to tax Zach

I swear - emotions fluctuate as much as the Nasdaq

It's funny, hung around this cold girl called karma

Never listened to the bitch, in regard to my honor

Got my Berlin Wall on - so nothing she could call upon

Till shame caved in, the dialed buttons she garnered -

Now-, from living with her grew quickly sick of the bitching

So the only girl I'm kissing now, my mother and sisters

Know another bitch always hooked on material matters

Tryna' contemplate myself whether material matters

You say that you believe in me; for all the wrong reasons

Grieve that I don't need you, I don't need appeasement

You don't know me, and I don't want to know who you are

But it's ironic.... She gives me substance for bars, yeah

It's two slashes with your soul in the middle

Going bowling with my motives so he roll in the riddles

But there's a role in the riddles, I just try to make sense of it

Incentives lit for sentences and censoring the censorship

My mother tells me that my touch strikes gold

But they don't see it.... See I don't rock nice clothes

Like, tell me dude, who you tryna impress?

If you around a lot of gavels you allow in distress

It's the struggle to survive and resist, in difference

With the struggle to take it in and make amends with being different

Now tell me, what;s the one thing in the world that can be on itself?

My mind is on my mind, so they questioning my honest health

But fuck it, I know where I'm at, and where I'm 'bout to be

Get out your seats with "how can he's" and stretched arms outwardly

....These motherfuckers tryna shake my hand

But I put it on my mother you'll never break my man.. nah