ILLY ::
A facsimile wack hacks is killin me /
backpacks is back / and thats word to trilogy /
backtaxes backed parliament hill grillin me /
bother me still, patnah, cause alla this skill fillin me /
Silly me thinking at alla this iLL sendin me /
bendin these enemies, n Ima legend essentially /
by molecular chemistry I jus reckon they sweatin me /
checkin these consecutive records i been wreckin for free /
original like salt chips, makin chart hits /
Raw shit, kickin truth serum when I talk sick /
hop skip jump out the box, with a lock pick /
Couldnt do it solo so I went and founda boss chick /
jaws hittin the floor /
bars spittin yall quittin, drop split like law hittin the door /
Hard hittin for shure /
through a shure mic / more like four hardest core fuckin spitters galore /

DYNAMIC ::
I'm getting better with every verse that I drop,
like I rehearsed it alot, demons turn in to thoughts
I'm feening burning the pot, dreams turn in to plots,
I'm scheming earning my spot, it seems superb at the top,
seems to work then it stops, evil lurks and it's lots,
a piece of herb with the talks, means peace on earth with the Gods,
my team is working the spot, people chirp on the block,
that's birds speaking these words, tweeting words in to blocks,
peep the verse man it's hot,
I got the mind of an insane man when he's in pain,
and damn it's a damn shame, the damage that that claims,
could damage the mind frame, I manage to find change,
and change in to my lane, I took too long I hope that you can wait,
It's love, it's never better just to do it late, but trust,
I need some time just to recuperate,
for us and feel the love with all this stupid hate

NOSTIC ::
My appetite is Lector
Since rockin pocket protectors,
A chubby kid, an afro I would measure,
Rockin double XL sweaters,
Rippin quotes,
Up out The Source and XXL centers,
Piercin my giprock,
Was nuttin but these hip hop pictures,
Call it my genesis,
Uptown where tenants hung on tenements,
Half of em unemployed eatin offa government benefits,
I seen that,
Enough to know I wasnt gonna be that,
Not knowin where ima eat at or bein known to police badges
Had me up in the courts but instead
I was shootin baskets to pass the time,
When lines became asinine and average,
I wanted to be the greatest,
Tryna be the baddest,
From multi's to storytellin,
Excel in the whole package,
I'm the pallbearer, funeral director, who crafts caskets,
Packs masses, slash the cause of the verse passin,
Look, got me back into church habits,
Hummin Ava Maria, dirt droppin from the preacher like...

JAMES M ::
Its The 4 headed dragon we bragging until the beat stops
I think we did this before, fuck the sweet talk
I Count a quick mil of the counterfeit bill I've been faking so long that it's bound to get real
You Hear the sound of my feel, intact my boundaries still
In fact holler at me if you down to just chill
It's gone to my head though, I don't know when to let go
So you should say my name, say my name with the echo
Then check yourself, lest I check first
....Its Best to take the warning in the verse
Most Mc's complaining all the time to make it worse
The Rap games not a good place to empty your purse
Hold your feeling gangsta everything will be alright
We just the passing thunder of another stormy night
Take a puff of the fruit forbidden
Found the truth hidden
I hope all y'all can open your minds and share the vision now