Serachi:
Met a bitch, Melanie
Fucked her so hard now she's screaming papi
Nickname Serachi, I rep 6th College, Illuminati

She climbed up on my dick, I told her to hold on
Cause once you drop, you're gonna hit free fall

If this were a game, it would already be over
I'm like Kobe, dunking, my dick on your shoulder

Benji:
Benji on the track, I'm about to attack
I see your girl, and go rat-tat-tat-tat

I go boom bap boom, that's onomatopoeia
Back in the days when Drizzy was messing with Bria

These n***as ain't ready, cause I'm steady
And I'm gritty, and they knowledge don't test me
Can't best me, better lust me
Cause my flow is quite sexy

You can call me jigga, because I am that n***a
Standing in the corner shooting 3's, Mike Miller
I'm MJ, Thriller, I'm better than the rest of ya'll
I guess I'm illa, I like my bitch vanilla
Filipino culture, that's Manila
Kuya! Kuya! Kuya! Kuya! I guess I'm illa
N***as couldn't even survive the flame of the cig
Automatic upheaval when I let go of the trig

I used to know a girl by the name of Ger
Put that shit together and you got yourself a trigger!
My pig let me Pooh so I jumped like a Tigger
SD didn't just make me big, it made me bigger
I know my chemistry, talking about oil rig
Everywhere I go, I'm repping Kappa Sig

I'm tryna reach the moon or maybe the stars
I make it wet and windy outside, call me Benji the Avatar!

Insomniac! My eyes low and hazy
Illuminati?! Kanye West and Jay-Z?

I'm plotting on ya bish, taking over this game
Bury me, a G, in the SD hall of fame, n***aaaa

K Philosophy:
You know I had to hop up in the cypher quick
I bet they think they are, but they ain't ready for this type of shit
A busy doctor's office, you know all my lines are sick
Now where my Asian honeys at, I'm hungry for some rice and shit

You don't know the type of life we live, we give you damage too
These bars triple x like you fucking up on family feud
I crack ya mandible and hit you with a jab or two
Fuck with us and get your top lifted like a can of food
And when you roll with us, your bound to smoke a gram or two
I'm sick of all these rappers rapping like they still in grammar school

New year, same me, don't change just cause these numbers do
I tell em: Don't worry we got Mt. Olympus coming soon

I been had bars, it's nothing to hearse you
All I got is fine hoes like Carls Jr. commercials

I've said it before, I'll proudly say it again
I got the city on my back and Daygo above the brim
It's K

Gryffin:
Same old shenanigans, same old buffoonery
Satirize the other guys and stick to what's the truth to me
I never sell my style, only pen for my euphony
And make these posers vanish like they rocking Frotto's jewelery

Decapping these flaming rappers, they looking more like zippos
Bar for bar, with me, they still ain't keeping up with my tempo
HA! Didn't think so, they basic beats, rhymes are simple
Black bird send em flying, Azarath Metrion Zinthos

Four knuckles to the temple, play my hand at a rendezvous
Like money came up missing, they looking more like my prostitutes
Cypher bars carry cyphers, just what I was taught to do
Result of them is with the cane, same as the poppies do
Save punchlines for future battles, ammo in the cannister
Bars of a vet but reppin' steps of an amateur
Thinking you ruling areas? You ain't even got parameters
I'm killing all these wanna be kings, Jamie Lannister

AH!