[Intro: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
I wonder if we'll get our chance to blow
We give our all through every show
3rd Kind be the best to flow
Still, I don't know
I don't know (I don't—)

[Chorus: JaY STeeZ]
Said I don't know
So, what's the hook, Jakk? Shit
So, what you mean, dog? Well, I don't know, I don't—
(It's the Kind, homie)
So, just go with the flow
(It's the Kind, homie)
Uh, uh, said I don't know
So, what you mean? Well, I don't know
So, what they sayin' to us? Well, I don't know

[Verse 1: JaY STeeZ]
Yo, so, so here we go again
Strapped with H-bombs and napalm
Me and Blakk move like Raekwon and Ason
Questionably the best in his region
And he standin' with the presence of celestial beings, all seein'
Actually, you cats can't rap with me, attack the beat
The savage who's askin' to make you tap your feet
Dastardly, but my dogs all courageous
Montana couldn't see me with the lines I break up
Wake up, you're starin' at the 9th Wonder
Sleepin' on me, catchin' the game in a quiet slumber
I never come across as a sudden force
Use Troy as a prime example of a wooden horse
Not the type to get boxed in with several squares
If you didn't get the picture clear (Damn)
No half steppin', so when he come around
It's a guarantee the last thing you'll ever see in him is fear
[Chorus: JaY STeeZ, BlakkJakk (The Rhymer), JaY STeeZ & BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
Ha, so I don't know
So, what you mean, dog? Shit, I don't know
So, what's the hook? (I don't know)
Said "I don't know" (I don't know)
I don't know, so just go with the flow
Hey, what's the hook, man? Shit
Said "I don't know"
Hey, what you mean, though?
I don't know
Hey, what's the hook, Blakk?
I don't know, I don't know
Just go with the flow
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
I crack rock, no bakin' soda
The homie Jakk takin' over, find the 3rd Kind's files in your agent's folder
Stayin' so G, even when the worst hit all the bumps and cracks in the path
I'm a horseshoe
And once I pull a sword through stone, I'm claimin' kingdoms
Youngest of his cousins, never got used to playin' with children
He a slayer, they askin' y'all where they found the Brooklyn warrior
Influenced by the styles of the Shaolin
These industry rhymers, they garbage
What can I say? Their whole careers based off coax
I'm known to fillet a fish
So, taste greatness when it's Kaine and 'Ko, easily
Free verses occur, do this shit on my leisurely
And just a PSA to today's rhymers: Get it in gear
Your style's ignorant, guilded in fear
The baller gabbers, I castrate a sucker rap
You play your part, I'll play Cass' Clay [?] kicks and claps
So adjust to Jakk
I spit fumes homie, mustard gas
You'd swear the Kind's uncovered Warner Brother and a maniac
But this [?] a cartoon
Once the trigger's pulled back, they all doomed
That ain't a bang sign flyin' out the harpoon
[Outro]
So, what is it?
I don't know, I don't know