Introspect’s Verse:
Pockets on swol plenty women on the side
I’ve just spit a summary of wack rapper’rhymes
See I’ve back tracked the real rap that elevates the mind
Before you get the money just remember there’s a grind
Other rappers thinking bout dropping hits get up quick
Spit some shit call yourself the greatest lyricist
But I aint even having it, meanings what they lacking in, bullshit I aint hacking it, don’t live it why you rapping it?
You aint boss if you still live with your mom, you aint calm I see the sweat in your underarm.
Far from veteran, you repetitive emcee’s flaunt the bacon but you aint got no cheese.
And why lie we all dream of living lavish
Staring at the horizon while my girl brings a sandwich
Celebrate with a Cuban and watch the smoke vanish
Working hard every day wasn’t born to be average.

Aver’s Verse:
I told the people to not fight the feeling
now they they vibing to sound all hands to the ceiling
mc style so I gotta make the crowd move
left to right up and down raw poetic still smooth
I can make your ass dance even if the beat is jazz
skills get love from the lower and upper class
understand now you will bars hotter than a magma spill
we down to chill after we pay all our mommas bills
that was only 8 bars in im better with the pen
freestyles sicker than 16 bar written
by a wack mc that claims to have the bread and cheese
look in the fridge man i don't see a single thing
and its hard to breath spittin something hotter than degrees
still cool calm collective when I make the time freeze
its all about having fun doing what you love
im making music for generations to come
Ra1’s Verse:
You must be in illusion, maybe little off the head
Behead em maybe throw em off the bridge instead
Think they match up they better catch up
This is a grown man sport kid put your pants up
I don’t understand, the fact that people be claiming they’re good or whatever
Feeling they’re better getting a buzz with the bullshit they say thinking they’re clever
Flashing jewelry acting fake as a movie,
Telling the public you’re harder than gold, who you tryna fool? Me?
Never that motherfucker, retreat where you came from
You run no game son, sit on the bench and watch the game run
You’re smoking to much bunk pot today kid
Thinking you’re ballin with the wack ass jump shots you’re taking
Sit back let the adults talk
I oughtta smack down Mcs tryna act so tall
Hats stay on, no remorse for the weak
Should’ve not started running your mouth now before you started running your feet when your fuckin with me