[Verse 1: ExZ]

I say I'm so far from no bars, floatin' under the sonar

Yet to be detected, no Texas but I'm a lone star

Skeptics get to steppin' if you flexin' with me

Keep your two cents, that ain't worth a second to me

You do it effortlessly? Well, you get what you put into it

Even Jordan ain't scorin' unless he practice a little bit

And how you justify a classless act, a platinum plaque?

You buggin', c'mon that ain't rap, get back

And y'all people be the root of all evil

Quit playing around with the game or we may need a saw sequel

Listen to the bald eagle if you need it for balance

Just be prepared for the beak and its talons

(hah, yeah) And y'all teased by the beast of the media

I say that you be trippin'; you needin' expedia

The speed of what I'm seeing too extreme for the untrained

So these G's callin' T like they roll in a mustang

See I used to be a puppet - My momma loved it

Whether justice is justice is something I never fucked with

Till the public tried holding me back

Well, I suppose I should thank them for that, cause now

The strings clipped, shit is off of my shoulder

Makes sense to me now, should have listened to Hova

And yeah they closed, but the curtains lie

Just check the last track before Cliff Burton died, what

[Verse 2: J-Yak]

Another late night, stage lights and mirror's

I rock the place right, cross the plate like Rivera's

I try to give 'em nice so they might like to hear us

God knows, Entourage will last lights for year-uhs, get near us

Either that or you'll probably get passed up

Roached out, pushed down, probably get ashed up

Like my last cashed blunt, that was mad fun

Plus it healed the pad that I had in a bad funk

And my rep? junk.. Used to be a goody two-shoes

Now he's getting shaken heads from the hood he used to

God I could have used you, could have pulled the strings

Could have taught me how a Jack could never fool a King

Couldn't fool a thing, peddal through debt

But when I show up it's game over I'm the red ring of death

Yeah, how's that for my XBOX fanbase?

Ex'ed off jams, man just set my hands, faced and killed

Ill, premeditated murder

Dedicated slaughtering of instrumentals never heard of

By your average fellow, grey's the shade

Nowadays, though a patch of yellow, haze make its way

Through, the day's new, it's all beautiful

Bumping Blu and Ex to escape from the usual

Bullshit and pop music, don't drop the top to it

That's the kind of hop, makes my pop think my plot's foolish

[Outro: J-Yak]

Uh, and the strings keep strummin'

They tell me dumb it down but I really hear nothin'