[Verse 1: Reks]

Glorious salutations and hellos

In other words peace to my [?] fellows

Been a lot of ups and downs in the ghettos

Smiles and frowns maneuver through the pounds

Not the loud or the pistols, talking about crowds up inc Bristol

Skyping with my kids did he miss you

Wish I could be there to hug and kiss you

Distance the issue, relentless the grizzle

AKA grind shake and bake time

Cooked a classic, wake 'em up time-starved bust capper

Chino Vinnie style

Pen be mad superior to inferior literature child

Of the Christian Parker school of art

The shout to the missing martyrs fought for all us

Beautiful parlors with the [?] joggin' from the noggin

Father MC, the father him see

To God be the glory, spoils to the victor

Off the chain the scale the Richtor

Mr. glass, meet the pain inflictor

Cross out your name, add me to the list of

Quiet storm that formed in the lips like whispers

Grow to a venomous growl

My signature wild wild

It's a glamorous markish style

You punk bitch often, I'm in a loft with the pen

Upper class senior whip ass with the phlegm

Ahem ahem, lozenges for the carpenters

Master craftsmen, swift pat as if this is aspen motion

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In the zone adaptin'

To the habitat, battlefield battlecat

Tongue like a thunderclap

On my J-O-B, number jack like 1-0-1 I might

You bow wow, nigga bow down

Rhythmatic Eternal King supreme

Need jewels for the crown, you fool simmer down

As I sizzle saute, Hazardis Soundz all day

Flawless flow my forte, all my vocay

Son son, vocab, gift of gab, O'Shea

Talking Cube not the cousin Dede

Verbal AK machine gun tongue make 'em lean like the fiend go dumb

Bag a skunk, cream in your shorty bunk

You will all succumb

To the word perfect sort of verses

Make you think of funeral service

Rest in peace to you bitch ass MCs

Eyes Watching God got you niggas nervous

Word up

(54 points for Jordan)