[Verse 1: Pure Ponder]
I get lit
Internalize my high drip
Slip on my flow
Givin a vicious exercise, then it electrifies
When I spit
It evaporates and tends to mystify
So they quick to take a trip
And sip the mist to testify
The death defying grip
Time had around they wrist
Chains around your neck
Exhibit when you flex
So don't you disrespect the God
If you want to guess what's odd
Don't be alarmed. Just pick up a book
And take a look inside until we're blessed to rectify
Misinterpret the kundalini scеpter so I
Disinfect who's blind (and)
Send thеm back to sector EYE
Before I check who's next to slide
3rd eye the vision
In this excellence
That is lifted on instruments
Cuz this mental is meant to fly
'Til I flip

[Verse 2: The Jack of All Trades, Jak Spade]
This a warning dawning on a phony. Bro leave your next move
Expect, dude, melodious facts will misdirect you
Survive’s my only rule. Who’s next? It’s exciting
Emcees who bite? I bite back, G. Get to rewriting
If it sound like I’m dope, just know you’re not high, I just
Look like I’m in the Sky when I might Strike like lightning
A brute force with lyrical jive, I’m quite likened
To Odin holding a mic, when I’m fighting like five vikings
I'm a monster during the day in the light and at night, frightening
Like the Boogie Man sighted with a knife in your right eyelid
So I get if it’s hard to see with colors that’s this vibrant
No misguidance fool, clearly it’s you who I smited
It's true
I ain't have no time for you new fools
Clever wording’s got you like children searching like Blue's Clues
You’re miseducated, can’t even suck my two jewels
Cuz there ain’t No shooting when your budget gets cut like new schools
Dats a knife pun. You might like one in ya right sideburn
Or ya left ear. Mi fear from mi rhymes, ya cyaant hide 'em
With a CD, mi be taking advantage
Fi give oppressors a punish
And then a mind you astonish;
With might, I come
Grip… strong with long companionship
And a cross between cape and a boss with hollow tip
Darts… from ya mouth you a go spit
It a big pass done quick fast. Ya lips a done did that
Di Jack of All Trades, Jak Spade

[Verse 3: Filosofo Divino]
Let me explain to you inner value between these lyrics
I'd hate to tell you, but they could help if at least you'd hear it
I means to speak as clear as day, but
Slurs in my station has got me as dangerous as mafias overdosing on spirits
Oh, wow!
But if they take a word wrong, then we need to vacate
Be honest and make haste
Just speak your mind and keep a straight face
I really ain't kidding, but all of these other
Watered down artistses stay fake
They're popping a AK
But how come no one's popping?
Wait wait!
Opportunity's knocking. I'm flyest by my respect
I pile up from what I've garnered. Iconic my intellect
I get back by what I give. No cussing when on the set
They seem to think that I am confused but forget my mind is set