"Hey you!"

[Verse One: Jack Cracker]

O.J. captains will locate the action

Shogun assassin of flows got 'em clappin'

Raps are lumpy, big, fat and chunky

Yes Jack is funky, pass the brass monkey

Write till my wrist hurt, throw mud, kick dirt

Big hurt, big breath, exhale, windsurf

My twist strip the screw

Scripts look for you

The kid rip your crew

This switch is true

Quick to grip mics, kick this just right

I just might snap like noses in a fistfight

The older I get, the colder I spit

Roll on these beats like a deodorant stick

Uh

Grease the gears in-between these ears

Listen here before this shit disappears

Got no standard rhymes, use no camera lies

I like the street cred to have violence to glamorize

[Scratch Hook]

Hey you

You're losing, you're losing, you're losing, you're losing your

"Hey you"

"Party people"

"Break it down like this"

"Hey you"

[Verse Two: AD]

Back at it without black paddocks or rims

Or selling rocks to crack addicts

Again

But I still hustle

I'm slanging a disc and I stay in the crib till I'm making it hit

I am making a fist

And I'm waving that bitch till I'm breaking my wrist

To my grave where I sit, I'mma stay on my shit

Every stage, every set, every place that I rip

When I flood the spot, monks love to rock

I pump up the spot to jump up a lot

Untuck your cock, pull up your socks

We're gonna do this for the heads from up the block

To the heads that run the shops

To the heads that don't untuck the Glock

To the people boiling in this melting pot

We living through it even though it's sweltering hot

[Scratch Hook]

[Verse Three: Eyedea {Carnage}]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

M {M}

C's {C's}

Or hollow store

{Filler, I'm the iller resort killer unadult-}

-erated, made a melody out of metal

For mangling mentally under developed partisans of my ass

{Every time I could snap

Though don't even need a proper track to rock in fact

Just add a [?] wattage amp}

[?]

{I'll knock the gnats off a black cool caucus cap with a [?]

Spot the wack

Why is that?

Blaacka blaacka clack}

The walking Glock is back

[?]

Is that minister fine to [?]

Time to rhyme into your mind and blind vision her

I'm the prime minister of combined sentences

Climb to my pinnacle, find your rhyme miniature

{Two badasses leave talentless challengers stricken with paralysis

And calluses on how I gotta live}

Most think this rap shit's a joke

{Fat nigga though}

After the show

{Leave your heart take her back [?]}

Your rhyme passes revoked

Assess will quote

Maze pushing for the masses that wanna see you choke

{The majority?}

No

{Each and every rapper leashed}

Nothing short of the {fantasy of masterpeice}

[Both]

Kimora Lee

Handwoven catastrophe tapestry

Orally attach a beast

Coaches