Alumni - Cappadonna, Don Shae, Amar Divine

I jump off the building

I land in first class

I was only 13

When she gave me my first ass

I remember KC gave Sherman a dirt back

From the wild streets

Where nobody say we worth trash

Put God first, then vocabulary, church maths

Quiet, go higher

Then you start to admire

Swing Reverend in the house

You steppin in my fire

Bells ring

Angels appear

I throw spears

Beyond the clouds

Yea I sing it for every child

When go go foul

I feed mine from exile

So special

Peep ma next style

Guaranteed to get the flex out

Never stressed out

Came back and now he’s stressed out

Up in the hills with black

My dawg remo

Watched my team glow

Let the steam blow

Still on my theme tho

So all ya’ll brothers

Better line up and pay attention

Haters and enemies better line up for detention

Me and my henchmen

Moving like french men

Burn the dutch master

Burn good incense

The harder we go

The shit get intense

Niggas fuck around

It’s goin be a bad incident

Sue woo

36 chambers in an instant

Never get fenced it

Coco

You make em' listen

Came to give em what they missin

Turn this whole game

Into a verbal composition

Life, position be like that of a right

He ain’t holding a pen

Like what the fuck should I write

See everybody here be on the sterotype

I ain’t the one to follow suit

Ain’t wearing your tights

Will know with my intelligence

Search for higher heights

Seeking better understanding

Words like advice

From christ or buddha

A vicious barracuda

Rhymes like pen on

So they consume us

You heard i’m nice

Well i’m better than the rumors

Can hardly even fathom

How we making these moves

You blessed or sumtin

Are you next door frontin

You may made this shit

But you can’t take nothin away

We either get broke or get paid

Better make your choice

Or get the fuck up out the way nigga

Shae the Ape

Gorilla like King Kong

Yea.move them things back and forth

Like ping pong

Michael Corleone

Pinky ring on what?

I kill a beat

Getting the sting on

Now pulverise anything that i’m on

I keep swing on

These corners you clingin on to

You wanna ride or collide

Bring it on

Guns been supplied

The silencer spinned it on

Let’s get it on

For sure get your fitted on

Mac 11, squeeze til his middle’s gone

I don’t nuts or force cups

With bad chicks

Who grown up but fold up

When the man kick

Mad gits wanna clash with the beast

It’s like jurassic park

Not a rap to the

Enemies wanna pass in the street

The only way you pass

Is when I pass the heat

Hook Off (echoes)