[Intro: JaY STeeZ]

I'm feelin' real good right now, man

It's Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind

[Chorus: JaY STeeZ & BlakkJakk]

See, I'm a son of a gun

It's the JaY to the STeeZ, I'm a son of a gun

And a master of every trait under the sun

I talk sharp like a razor blade is under the tongue

You feel me?

Huh, and four, three, two, one

I'm the BlakkJakk, homie, such a son of a gun

And I mastered every trait under the Sun

I talk sharp like a razor blade

[Verse 1: JaY STeeZ]

Let's go, look

You can't see me with the rhetoric, I be the best to spit

Respect the regiment, or fail like the rest of them

And hadn't you win it

Back when Wayne dropped Tha Carter III

So start beef, and get washed and hung out like laundry

I let you tumble dry, cats ain't touchin' mine

I always had a troubled mind equipped with some subtle lines

Busta Rhymes, couldn't touch it and bring it

The wordplay is makin' cats wanna clutch for they triggers

So, somebody call the cops, you gotta semi-auto cocked

Rocko got soul, with drive like an auto shop

Your orthodox can't compare to my southpaw

I'm 'bout more, my sound's raw, and sound waves pound floors

So if you switch stance, I got quick hands

JaY STeeZ holds his own like kickstands

In simple terms, I'm the illest with these written words

And rappers get concerned every time that I spit a verse, hearse

[Chorus: JaY STeeZ & BlakkJakk]

See, I'm a son of a gun

It's the JaY to the STeeZ, I'm a son of a gun

And a master of every trait under the sun

I talk sharp like a razor blade is under the tongue

You feel me?

Huh, and four, three, two, one

I'm the BlakkJakk, homie, such a son of a gun

And I mastered every trait under the Sun

I talk sharp like a razor blade, like a razor blade

[Verse 2: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]

I be the Rhymer, and I'm known to rip it off the noggin

Rhymes crackle and vomitin' listings often nodded

The brain is lost to find it, often smokin', coughin' somethin'

Jakk and STeeZ will take over time, but we exhaust that option

Plus, the flow will never stay the beginner

And where the notes [?] on, I sever and split it

Bars hard to swallow, hit your gut, hammered your liver

It's like a magic show, the way we turn pretenders to quitters

Then pop goes the weasel

Can't stand the heat, then I suggest you breathe low

If you didn't notice by now, truthfully we don't need no

Notepad, pen, I'm a nomad when

The beat go off

Cut the lyric, paint the anchor, the pen burgundy red

And if you don't fear The 3rd Kind, you ain't heard of us yet

Trust me, we on this one, you catch, catch the next bus

[Chorus: JaY STeeZ & BlakkJakk]

See, I'm a son of a gun (Rhymer)

It's the JaY to the STeeZ, I'm a son of a gun

And a master of every trait under the sun

Sharp like a razor blade under the tongue

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo

And four, three, two, one

I'm the BlakkJakk, homie, such a son of a gun

And I mastered every trait under the sun

I talk sharp like a razor blade

Like a razor blade

[Outro: BlakkJakk]

Na' mean?

We gon' do it like this, we just gon' rock out

Na' mean, feel the vibe, feel the good motions, I mean emotions

Y'all know what I mean

It's hip-hop in its essence, B

Jakk the Rhymer and JaY STeeZ

Close Encounters, CE, 3K

Whatever y'all know us as

You know what I'm sayin'?

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