[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Yeah...Webby I’m like a young Capone at the table in a pinstripe suit/ boss shit CEO of all the shit I do/ independent on the grind with a big IQ/ with that complex flow, y'all just spit Haikus/ a kid like you, the only difference is the job description/ ever since I wrote my first line in a composition/ notebook, yo look, so sick I got botulism ain't no competition, just stop and listen I gotta get 'em/ uhh call me Zues shit I’m standing with a lighting strike/ on top of Mt. Olympus getting ready for a titan fight/ cause I’m a mother fucking rider call me Michael Knight/ stackin', only sign a piece of paper if the price is right/ so sorry Mr. Barker but we goin' harder and corner these lambs to the slaughter drown them in holy water/ I’m often in this bottle of Henny and Marijuana/ but I’m colder than the blood in the body of an iguana/ uhh Slide your mother to the right on Tinder/ GPS it to your crib and then I slide up in her/ And I’ll hit it so good that she’ll make me dinner/ eating steak up on your couch get my weight up quicker/ man, lay it down with them big boy skills/ poppin' a Xanax with a fish oil pill/ And I wash it all down with a box of the wine/ reporting live muh fucker yo it's Optimus Rhymes/C. Webb!

[Producer Audio Jones speaks]

My name is Audio Jones, from Miami. When I was making that beat, I was starting off with the sample. If you're not careful, it can influence your sound a little too much. I wanted that classic feel

[Verse 2: Nyck Caution]
Yo, now smoke your fucking pain away brother/hit the J then you hover/ Renovated that pussy then I made me some supper raising hell then recovered/ all I do is break the barrier brace yourself I’ll break an 8th and smoke it to the face/ everybody asks me now/ you out of school touring countries, are you happy now?/ is your daddy proud?/ do you understand the city's on your back?/ People treat me like an athlete now./ But im hidden by these giants, I'm a protostar/ ERA Pro, no vans but the era low/life tough, learn and you grow/ so we live for the highs and we live though the lows/ Nyck understand the consequence and never get it on to it/ used to follow Donovan/ used to sleep in college now I just smoke the track never portin' with the parliament/ and sort the arm and embalmin' till the conflict is resolved in it/ Don't listen. When you make an effort then you blaming something different be responsible, gotta make a difference/ if you ain't trying to eat, get the fuck up out the kitchen/disgusted with all the ruckus like fuck i'm trying to get it/busta, don't be talking games if you ain't bout it don't deal with the kings if your cards ain't valid/... I be more then what you talking bout slaughter 'fore you brought him out, flossing till the coffin down/

[Producer Audio Jones speaks]

I've been producing ever since I was fifteen, so about ten years now. My method for producing is just going in there...and it's a feeling. Rapfest is the best platform for producers, they show love. We finally got a place where we can shine!

[Verse 3: Gunplay]
Gunplay...living legend, fuck a fan base I'm frontin' my man BASE/ home run hittin' sliding up to the last base/no one realer/ triller than you dawg/ blind folded, still shooting in the fog/I'm all about a dolla' what the fuck is 2 quarters/use 1 old pistol, own 2 new corners/ RIP Peanut Guy took him too soon from us/ anti-social fuck all new comers/same old shit getting dollars and hoes/same old clip in the choppa' I sold/brand new grip new commas and O's/brand new rims and I polish them off/ got no time and talent to waste/shot my way out with a violent escape/staircase to the stage cameras and fame/all I know is tattoo tears bananas and pain