Ivy league rapper, trying'a get my rhymes on
All up in my notes app, words to my iPhone
Skipping class, they say I'm backwards, criss cross
No homo, but y'all can get your shit tossed

Jack never hold a gat but they told me
Run up in the crackahs city hall and hit the dome piece
Make 'em hate on me cause of moms cash
And my daddy's genes, hotter than a launch pad

After blast off, crackah, rap my ass off track
Back on em, chain smoke em like a pack of
Newports back off ya too poor to rap hard
I don't mean ya lack cash, I just mean you're wack dawg

Yeah, and fuck them other crackahs
1 800 who want it jack attack ya
New Nike dunks won't help you if you're fronting
Careful or they'll split ya, spill ya guts, and call it blunting

Higher than my fucking tax bracket crackah
And you think you're flyer than jack is, crackah?
Like a g6, she said like a g6
I agree, like the mutherfucking Pontiac bitch


But fuck the car I'm driving
Fuck the gats you're packing crackah Jack is here for rhyming
Popping like a hymen, rocking like a diamond
With original timing, while I find them all complying

Simon say's I'm lying, but yo the flow is fire
Lil Wayne and Jigga bite so I go and try it
R E Recyle recite it just like em
I say a Jig verse I thinkin I'm biggin him up not biting

Shit he just burst, the ripper just hit em with some writing
You better go get a camera with some microphones and lighting
And you better set em up right dear, I ain't got all night here
The model only likes Jack and coke, no light beer 135

Jack up in her right ear, coke drip in the throat
And she don't think it's quite fair, they way that I can gloat
I explained it's just a microphone style and some truth
People bump it in their car to rap along and get souped

Mini van sedans coups, pick up trucks, suvs and even crossovers too
The vehicle don't matter, it's the cause I review
If you drive to others hurt others never lovin I'm here judging you cause God's overdue
Buddha says we all suffering, it isn't just you
Violence causes violence, while it helps to be true
Fuck a preechy speech though, I'm Dr Suesse in the booth 205
With some who's, and I'm shittin on em winnie the poo

College residence on loan no homeowner
Get it? Get in girl, you say you go hard, I go boner
Sorry, that's a joke, I'm the shit, so floater
Well if Mary Magdeline's a hoe, then I'm a stoneher

Chillin with a pretty girl, date her pro bono
If I'm pussy whipped, I whip it back no slow mo
"Did Jack just rap that? Whoa what a no no"
Lick it, bitch: fro yo. Get Out, Leave: Jo Jo

Can I kick it? Dojo. Leave a beat Dodo
Hip-it like "fribbit", then I hop-it like Frodo
Exhibit it like MOMA; Mona Lisa looking so/so
Labels haven't heard me yet (keep it on the low though)

Chillin with a froze flow, you can call it ice
I'll be mean to his beats but you can tell ya boy I'm nice
I've got a lot of content hidden deep in what I write
Shit you prolly haven't pondered yet I bet I've thought of thrice

One Two wow who the fuck is on this mic
Check my Facebook page, and you can tell me what you LIKE
Click it
Words can never hurt, these bars are much thicker though
I got the beat stoned, then I stick it

Shit kid, sharper than a fucking thorn thicket
Wiz kid, high on grass hopping like a cricket
Flow could sink a frigate, Co.Z is my business
Hire me, mind your bees, or you can mind this bitch

(I flipped the haters off, I guess you couldn't hear it)
But y'all can get the point a hornet's fucking rear is
If you hear this and hate this you fear this
We both mix our own tracks, mine sound the clearest

Let's be serious, I should be on XM
But I'm too lazy call and impress them
So I'ma pack a bowl a find a muthafucking lighter
And you can hit me up when you need a ghostwriter