[Intro: JaY STeeZ]

The Kind

[Chorus: Big Pun, Big Pun & JaY STeeZ]

Let y'all niggas know

I am the nicest

Ever

[Interlude: JaY STeeZ]

Jackpot

I'm on my cocky shit, it's more than obvious

[Verse 1: JaY STeeZ]

How many dudes are seein' me? (Uh-huh)

Not even three, and if it's even three

I guarantee you that they will see defeat

Think I'm lyin', kid? Ask my podiatrist

You'll definitely have a sprained ankle from the rhymes I kick

I bend it, Beckham is mic checkin'

So the spice be the reason I have such a wide collection

You're not impressin', perfection is my profession

So every time I that I spit, it's more vivid than sign language

For me? Writing's never a problem

Outshine cats in every cypher that I'm involved in

Love it or hate it, the tap bloggers are bobbin'

They do it for recognition and I feel bad for 'em (Yeah)

Forums are often consistent with trash talkin'

Mentionin' my name is broadenin' my audience (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Throw the towel in, dog, you should call it quits

Before bringin' up my name, be sure to face the consequence

And that's not quite the end of it (Go on, JaY)

I'm the epitome of virtuous verses

So every person that's heard it has been inversely encouraged

By me to write a hit, think of my music as playin' Simon Says

Either you like it, or decide to quit

And that's a jackpot

[Chorus: Big Pun, BlakkJakk (The Rhymer), Big Pun, JaY STeeZ & BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]

Let y'all niggas know

I am the nicest

Ever, ever, ever

[Interlude: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]

Yeah, The Rhymer

Listen

Yellow Tape, baby

Yo

[Verse 2: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]

The pen defend the crown like the Maginot

Lines register in my inner and outer, resemblance profits like a cash flow (What?)

P-prophet like Nostradamus, his journal holds homicidal Has-Bros

Couldn't play wit' him, if you had dough

And homie had a whole lot of steez in him, Gs wit' him

Walk with me, Jesus, they believed in him

Travel 'cross galaxies and seas, any season

Just to see him with the mic in his right, in hand, preachin' (Woo)

Now will the congregation stand, please?

Pied Piper on the mic, writes to the beat of his stampedes

Now bow down to what this man reads, it's inevitable

Surrender to the writtens of the incredible

Jakk The Rhymer soak a soft sucker with a spew

I'm a sector of selective 3rd Kind, however two

However, few can flow as mighty as this

The Midol to the migraine, which is the industry

You feelin' me?

I'ma get rid of it, period, that's an order

The Rhymer Ripper retarded, Eli Porter (Come on)

How long a dude gotta prove it to you?

Blakk the American terrorist, and the game's been hijacked

Yeah, jackpot

[Chorus: Big Pun & BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]

We never off

Let y'all niggas know

Y'all just listenin' wrong

I am the nicest

Yeah

Ever

[Outro: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]

Yeah, yeah

They can hear this through the heavens, Blakk, real talk

Yellow Tape