[MeLo-X]
At times y'all forget that I be spitting
So I gotta do this type of shit to keep you n***as listening
Don't bother asking if it's freestyle or written
Just sit back and catch the lyrical acrobatics I'm flipping
Mic slay smitten, booth in stitches
This road to riches ain't no road for bitches
While y'all pose for pictures
I be writing scriptures
The game is full of glitches and the roads is full of ditches
But I swerve around potholes
Been this nice since I was a snot nose
And I go hard in the paint like Picasso, or Waka Flocka
Yoga flame with the damn flow, my shit is proper
I got these rap dudes in the raids cause while they Battle rap I Williе bounce cross stage
But I'm Jamaican I can do that
Whoevеr wan bakkle with the dread catch a bullet, who's next?
Wondering, what these rap n***as bitching bout, this the life you chose my n***a figure it out
It ain't that hard, you ain't no broad
So lighten up bitch, and fucking get a job

[Joey Bada$$]
You know a n***a hailing from the dark sides, so I spark fire
I spit the black down the middle like apartheid
Grew up on the far side, hip-hop is where my heart lies
Keep one in my ride and one on my side in case my heart lies n***a
I'm sure you'll find the Mary Jane that's my mistress
It's hard to keep a distance
When the aroma smell like citrus and
She always telling me to come hit this consistently
Insisting me, plus my homie keep assisting me
I'm wide open, so I ain't tryna pass it up
Violet purp zushi kush, they keep gassing us
I call that shit pussy piff
I'm from a place you get your Stussy stripped if you on some pussy shit
It's like a jungle sometimes that make me wonder
Fiends hide lines in they ass cracks like good plumbers
Since I was one I can't recall a good summer without a homie getting done up or a two -- look check
I got flow for days, said I'm sure to get paid
If they hate the price on Sun Life it's sure to get raised
But it's no break when I got you paying then
Said it's uno dos tres then fin now let em swim With like, mad fishes in the cut like mad stiches
Know you mad bitches mad how my style switches so
Frequently be freaking MC's with these freaking C's
These freaking trees got me soaring over freaking seas
Too many freaking G's claim they made that deuce pop, please
The only shit you ever squeezed was your juice box n***a
And you know it, cause real G's don't have to show it
You got your head in the clouds so big homie gotta get you focused
But know it's all apart of the business don't take it personal
I know it must be hurting you to know I could be murking you at will, or whenever I feel
This shit get more realer, handing beats out until he Dilla
From the top, coming off the score
Good kick it on the paper but
From the top I'm like a raging bulls with the, Willie bouncing
[CJ Fly]
Hi, hi, hi Mister Fly, Fly, Fly
Back again so Buddha bye, bye, bye
Your die, die, die
Hits high, high, high
All in the mix like tie dye, dye, dye
She blow like she from the Chi, Chi, Chi
Close grasp on the neck like bow tie, tie, ties
Riding waves like boats on high ti-, ti-, tides
War in the bedroom, so hear her battle cry, cry, cry
Give me the booty all of a sudden she saying ay, ay, ay
She feel it, said she a fan of phony people but said I'm the realest
Got a Bonita Applebum then allow me to peel it
Real shit, she was the best I ever had
Thought she was on deck, but she had another lad, lad, lad
And it's sad, sad, sad, what goes around comes around
She, held me down like she was bound to this
It's so profound, progressional
I mean progress is slow, but I mean business like my professors clothes
Texting me x and o's, reply to my ex with o's
And they gon work out like us trying to have sex with clothes on
Hold on I have nothing to hold on
You holding on by a string but I'm holding on by a thong
Told me she want a ring while I'm beating it like a gong
Sold me your soul, loan
Oh you came since so long
Oh why you know, it's time to go
I mean it if I said it, if I said it then I meant it
Oh why you know, it's time to go, go, go....