[Intro]
[Just Blaze]
Sound so beautiful, ladies and gentlemen. I go by the name of Just Blaze. Uh oh!
[Saigon]
Thank you, thank you. I appreciate the love. Thank you very much. But we gonna get into this shit real quick. Check, check it. Check me out

[Verse 1 – Saigon]
You could get your body hurt badly in an hour
Y’all n***as sing like Mariah Carey in the shower
Or Eddie King Jr. before the brain tumor
Lyrically, Sai nasty as a crack fiend bloomer
I flow with a glisten and glow. I’m positioned to blow
Know I'm bout getting some dough, I’m dismissin’ a ho
Know I’m conditioned to go. Fo’ plus fo’ mo’
Know that my biscuit’ll blow—that I did it befo’
And this is real talk—not no fake shit
I rhyme with such a complexity—y’all so basic
A true song from you would go, “I don’t make sense
And me and none of my n***as is not no gangsters.”
But I was a prisoner though
I let six of ‘em go. Know that I’m sick with the flow
Know I don’t stick with the po’. Know that I kick in your do'
I get bricks to your blow. Know that my n***as’ll go “Boom! Boom!”

[Interlude]
That’s that Just Blaze right there! That that Just Blaze! Do it! This a monster, man…

[Verse 2 – Saigon]
You could bring all of your brethren—n***as is cowards
The bullet’ll be the plane and yo’ frame is gon’ be the towers
The similarities’ll be the flowers
The difference: you fell in a couple of seconds instead of a couple hours
Thug or political flow. I’m a lyrical pro
Know n***as be bitin’, but you know I’m original, though
Know I’m conditioned to go. Fo’ plus fo’ mo’
Know that yo’ bitch is a ho. (How you know?) I done hit it befo’
(Shiet…) And this is real hawk—not no play shit
A flow with a futuristicness—y’all so ancient
A true song from you would go, “I don’t break bricks
I never bust gats and I don’t got cases.”
But I was a prisoner though
I was beaten, but oh. Know I was getting the snow
Down on the visiting floor. Know I’m predicted to go
Gold out this muhfucka
Knowing my clique in the show is ridiculous, yo

[Outro]
Yea! Greatest Story Never Told, man…