(JuneThaKid)

I ask these niggas “who wanna die? And who wanna come box with a god?"
Basement been on the rise, Southside to worldwide
Move like Jimmy in Miami, a deuce deuce on my side
Tryna dance with the devil boy shoes ain’t even tied

We was putting in work, they kept hitting snooze, and in time
Pockets grew from loose loose, to Bruce Bruce off the rhymes
I’m a general, you niggas just troops on the line
Filling space until the enemies arrive, I ain’t even surprised

I look at these niggas top 5’s and see dinner time
My presence put that pressure on them boys when we arrive
I’ll blow ya mind, bout my ciabatta, think a nigga lying
That bread the closest thing on earth that you gon get to god

A monster when I slide every time
That got built up in that basement, where you can meet your demise
It’s greatness in these statements tell ‘em read between the lines
Running laps around these actors meet me at the finish line nigga

Iron sharpen iron, what you think we sparring for?
We ain’t going back inside till we get all of yours
I need all the cards, ain’t nothing we can bargain for
In the jungle using that trench work, this the art of war

($aiku)

You know saiku brought the fire like Prometheus
But crows gone catch a buzz from my liver how I’m drinking bitch
I really preach these Niggas juniors on some deacon shit
I might just be a spirit how Im speaking through these mediums

Tryna turn these quotables to profit that’s seems feasible
Came with an armada fuck I look like tryna beef with dudes
Plus to beef with niggas you gotta be reachable
Came into game made season vets seem like they seasonal

They really resonate cause we believable,
Never been no gimmick ain’t no bullshit that I’m feeding you
We just use our talent and the grind to make the needle move
Pop up like a demon when they speak on me like beetle juice

Wake up as a rising star now trending on evening news
Wasn’t on his P’s and Q’s and now he high as uncle snoop
That’s why I discourage niggas moving how a suckah moves
Cause everyone’s untouchable until niggas is touching you
Basement

(JuneThaKid)

Iron sharpen iron, what you think we sparring for?
We ain’t going back inside till we get all of yours
I need all the cards, ain’t nothing we can bargain for
In the jungle using that trench work, this the art of war

(Righteous Emcee)

Somebody gon have to pray for these niggas, welcome to jummah
Schwarzenegger arm out the window, it's not a tumor
You gon take this shit to the grave, like the Yakuza
Watch what you say on computers, end up Bermuda

They gon have to fish your body out, shit I highly doubt
That niggas gon make it when I slide, that's on my account
I'm responsible for these children, I'm like their guardian
Separate the real from the fraudulent

If smack call my phone for a battle, they gon change my name to Carleton
I keep that pole low, they'll never put me on a card again
I'm snapping on these hos, new attatchment on the chrome
Like that '07 Wayne when he was rapping on the phone

I'm immaculate, sat my ass back up on the throne
Way too accurate, these rappers couldn't match what I was on
I was passionate, until I got a bag for writing songs
Now I'm killing everything, please evacuate your home
Ugh

Jason with a hockey mask
Play with me, the shotty blast
All y'all gon get a fucking bow, like karate class
Tell that ho I get around, sit it down with yo naughty ass
Bullets go through way more niggas than Lori Harvey has

Emcee the goat, seasoned like a curry dish
They begging for a plate, hold up, I'm just stirring it
Please don't confuse my confidence with arrogance
But I dread when y'all niggas rap, rastafarian