[The Zulu]
Parents both are African, birthday crashed by Taliban
Weight around both of my shoulders like a talisman
Cocky motherfucker, I got talents man
But I deserve to be, my life is tougher than some calloused hands
Zulu on a roll, like this fatty that I'm hittin'
Get your bitch to call me daddy like the kin I'm missin'
When I pop an addy, take it full, never splittin'
Because as you know, there's no rest for the wicked
When it's off the dome, you feel blessed that I'm spittin'
When it can't even mess with the best shit I've written
Got killer wit, like death row in San Quentin
Everybody's favorite, don't believe me, check my mentions
Nerd swag, that's why I rap bout my twitter
@DatZulu is hot like your babysitter
I know you won't admit it cause you're little bitter
But once again, I'm everybody's favorite...nagger

[J Rush]
I'm slamming these tracks like I was Stone Cold or The Rock
This Morris gang is sipping something purple mixed with Ciroc
The way I kill the fucking beat you'd swear it's outlined in chalk
And soon I'm picking off all these rappers so just call me the Glock
I'm now zero tolerance so if you step to me then it's on
I'll break your arm and make you look like losers in the octagon
I'll fuck your girl, fuck your mom, leave em looking like octamom
You're not balling, bitch don't claim to be Kobe and no you're not lebron
I'm on, some shit you haven't heard on the last tapes
I'm burning all these emcees, leaving what's left in ash trays
I got this shit locked down like prison shanks and ass rapes
Sorry for being vulgar but I'm pissed my time is past late
I'm ready to shine with no help from a fucking triangle
Make music that I love and keep my soul yes that's my angle
So while you blindly follow the devil like cows that farms wrangle
I have god in my ear I'm following my damn divine angel
[J. Rollin]