[Verse 1: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
Progessively submittin' a legend
Test these and get pushed back to classroom testin', see
Chefin' beats, add a little spice to the recipe
So, for the life of you, brotha', you gon' remember me
And since we got the beat playin', let's dance a while
Throw this track on, scratch it up panther style
I impress, fresh, ready for departurin'
Anticipation nearly rises past his markers
Who are these two young whippersnapper rhymers?
Crushin' old timers, hearin' skulls crack
But nevermind that, still spit divine raps
Spine snaps, send 'em back in time when raps provides facts
And gave us listeners peace of mind
Take a picture, freeze frame, freeze time
Chimes chingelin', because I'm feelin' so breezy
Rhymes chillin'
Call him Thermostat Blakk, flow hot and cold
So, throw on your goose feather jacket, and stop, drop, and roll
Now get used to the feelin'
We make our mills and chill with our boots to the ceilin'
Deviate from the picture they depict us in
Words scatter, plus lions cannot fear drums and hinder 'em
He's obviously a deviant, possessed by a demon with certain skills
That's boutta make they eyes scream like Turkey Hill
[Chorus: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer) & JaY STeeZ]
(Skills)
Top ranked, point blank, we vital
Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recitals (Skills)
Now, you feel it when we drop those
Hot beats, hot flows
Killin' shit, we got those (Skills)
It's the music that the street love
Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love (Skills)
3rd Kind duelin' again, rulin' again
Watch as we do it again (Skills)

[Verse 2: JaY STeeZ]
I tend to be a mystery, like Left Eye dyin'
And I make fatal stings, West Nile Virus
Don't test my climate, I'm hot on the regular
Completely complicated compared to my competitors
With no predicates, I'm known to stay killin' it
Do it 'til my last breath like J. Dilla did
Close Encounters (3rd Kind), hip-hop syndicates
The rest of you imitants is dim-witted simpletons
Since the days I used to use a bib
They say I grew too much, now they used to it
From the uterus to the looped instrumentals
I kept the flame burnin' like the wick of a candle
You stick to your pencils, scratch and erase
Veterans is comin' up to ask for my grace
And get slapped in the face, I don't overestimate 'em
See how long they last if they go and test my patience
Isn't it ironic how he kept the sickest weight in?
Exotic, yet melodic and I'm gettin' sick of waitin'
Quick to spray kids with my pencil flow
Once my pencil goes, it goes 'til it hits the goal
Simple flows perplex their mind
Palm readers tellin' me I'm ahead of my time
So, no palm reader, preacher, or psalm either
Could acquire more believers than when I drop ether
[Chorus: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer) & JaY STeeZ]
(Skills)
Top ranked, point blank, we vital
Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recitals (Skills)
Now, you feel it when we drop those
Hot beats, hot flows
Killin' shit, we got those (Skills)
It's the music that the street love
Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love (Skills)
3rd Kind duelin' again, rulin' again
Watch as we do it again (Skills)