Shizzio:

I don't freestyle cos my style ain't free

Take off your shades & you might just see,

A broke down door I never tried no key

Certified sinner now a righteous G

I wave at girls never waive my fee,

I make my P, with eyes of the hawk these snakes I see

Trying to hack my account with some bait I.T

And a fake ID, I stay IG

Rep my zone, I'm so deep I could bet my home

No sound boy could ever take my throne

No car pool lanes, I've made my own

Taste me tone, call who you want you can take my phone

I don't care what you think is fair when I strip man bare to chair

No fear when I'm here & I raid thy home

You can't walk in my shoes, they'll make your knees crack

Born with style, you can't teach that

Shut your mouth mind your own beeswax

All you got is the racist feedback

Cheap like ETAP my paper don't jangle

I'm a protractor I work off my angles

Understand levels, do you know what the tracks called?

How can a brown square ever be black balled?

Sicker than a piss head before he's just thrown up

Who took the jam out of your donut?

You did, you better just own up

Grandma hands! The games all sown up

So grown up I don't need a bunk up,

Born with chance, slept with tough luck

Roll on you numb nuts with heavy weight dump trucks

Shut up the fun's up you dun know its 1's up

Humble The Poet:

Face down in the mainstream, yep I'm afloat

No wind for my sail, doesn't matter no boat

No draw bridge to heaven doesn't matter no moat

No hope, it dun shattered with my dreams folks

Spoke of a time when they wrote all their rhymes

To a rhythm that's within them spit venom, never killed'em

Shiny metal never thrilled them shook their hiney, now u feel'em

And they feared'em from the ceiling tried to poison and conceal it

But the roof the roof the roof is on fire

We don't need no water.. let that mother fucker burn

And only once it's gone, will you see the stars

Feel the sun and heal your scars

Peek through the holes and speak through your soul

Defeat no delete all your foes

Complete than compete with your goals

Till we reach all the peaks of our molehills and mountains

Fuck a fountain of youth Truth

We live to the fullest roulette with the world

Cock back and then we pulled it

BLAOW!!

Ask me for tracks? I hold back laughing

First of all it depends who's asking

Come like me have a fan base blasting

Otherwise more than likely its a par ting

Allow fake hyping, stop gas masking

The ponds too full up of man dem sharking

Im upfront like disabled parking,

Dead a mans hype when my tongues just sparring

Just sparring, I ain't even tried yet

I ain't concerned with the things that I might get

A & R's talk but I can't see the right cheque

Blurred vision, focus on tight sets

Grounded like Hi-Tecs, fly like high jets

Ego's bigger than Shizzio's biceps,

Swift on my toes, down to the light creps

Out of your sight you ain't wearing the right specs

BLAOW!