Verse 1: Bobby Milette

Uh, you can try; go ahead, imitate
Light-weight trynna fight with a heavy-weight
I'm not the type of guy that you want to irritate
I don't love, n***a I eradicate
I don't make out with the beat, I manipulate
Born G in this bitch, imma regulate
Hit the butt, man I'm trynna medicate
Meditate, man I'm trynna levitate
I'm a G, go ahead; examinate
Imma teach ya'll boys, lemme educate
Lemme hit you with the mix, with the Lemonade
Lemme hit, lemme what? Lemme celebrate
I.G on blast, better hit the page
Hands up in the sky when I making waves
Imma hit you with a split like Johnny Cage
Then I finish with a kick all in your face


Verse 2: Jayron HM

Yall n***as talking murder
Kick you some way that you never heard of
Death from asphixiation from a conversation, just a demonstration
I've had it by my nation, you abomination, this is domination
Keep the allocation
Now watch me pull out the stick and take off where I left off
Demons inisde me standing trynna set it up
No lateephe but I gotta lotta refill with a grind up full of (?)
Mary Jane is such a keeper, so I keep it cause I need to make you pussies got me hotter than a fever and she stopping all the seizures
Heh, this is a seizure
Fake Pharaoh-like ceasar
Taking shit you don't own
Now please get the fuck out my home


Verse 3: S.I.N

See these n***as hating, but I don't hear nothing
When you smutter OZ you know it's me coming
Put S.I.N on a beat, now the whole crowd jumping
Say something, say nothing, in the middle ain't bluffing
I swear they don't ever see the message
I be in the crib writing these goddamn blessings
You got her on her knees to get off the distressing
You preaching to me cause I ain't learned my lesson, damn

Verse 4: J The Renegade

I think the game needs some restoration
So you calling on the Renegade for renovation
Hold up, I need concentration
Now what the fuck is this, imma need some explanations
Cause, ya jumpshots got no rotation
What I mean is you're rapping with no motivation
But my observation and my investigation, is you part of this war to down as generation
Hate to say it but my only request
Give music a break, recess
Go and find another hobby, lyrically you're getting bodied
Might make dollars but you don't make sense


Verse 5: C.O.A.L

Imma take your boys to church, just to let you know imma hit you where it hurts
I've never been this far in the game, but I'm diving in head-first
Man I got so much shit that it just might be a curse
I'm a goofy n***a, doing what I can
Staying to myself cause I got a master plan
Making so much money, you might call me Uncle Sam
If you step to a n***a, imma put it on the ground

Verse 6: Rugged One

Look out, oops, I bodied one again
He wasn't a real rapper but he liked to pretend
Beating me? Not possible like fighting the wind
I don't mumble motherfucker, I like to make sense
Bobby roll that shit up, pass the lighter thats sinning
Have admitted three times, then I light it again like the lightning percent
While I say it's gonna shock you and knock you, touch your fucking socks like Karoq dude
Playing the guitar with his mind in his heart
I get on the microphone and tear stages apart
I can blaze like a spark with this dangerous art of emceeing
This immigrant is taking your job while you sit and complain like a redneck slob
We'll put shots in your back like a redneck cop
Put you down, black and brown man, you know how I sound kid
The beat's like a chocha with the way that I pound it


Verse 7: SplytSecond

Double S back on the track and I killin so many rappers they like fish
Up in a net
I’m throwin them back on a skillet I’m reachin and touchin their souls and i hope that you feel it
The figures are screaming I’d rather they show that the rhythm is sick and the flow is appealing
I’m off of the wall and I’m over the ceiling banana on top of your cap and I peel it
Hold up
Um wait
Not a single time I ever let the gun raise
E.A sports is in the game and you can come play
Young dude higher than you, Get it? Sunblazed
Oo man, quicker than Usain
Bars are hotter than the sun I am spitting blue flame
Dressing like a betty crocker wannabe you too lame
Only reason that saying that you fly is cause you to plane
But that’s none of my business tho
There is nobody in the county that can spit this dope
You would still end up on my hitlist fo'
Your size 20 jeans; not workin out so what you tryna fitness fo'
Die, mumble rapper die! now get ready for the mass destruction
Grills have got you lookin like a horse with the apple crunching
Barely speakin english, I can not stand you
Even siri can't understand you, you cannot ask her nothing
Mmm fishy ; sardines, trout, salmon
You flossin and whips; your dental health must be outstanding
But that ain't enough to make you a rapper kid
Sunblazed Records will show you what a rapper is