The 3rd Kind - Jackpot!
[Intro: JaY STeeZ]
The Kind
[Chorus: Big Pun, Big Pun & JaY STeeZ]
Let y'all niggas know
I am the nicest
Ever
[Interlude: JaY STeeZ]
Jackpot
I'm on my cocky shit, it's more than obvious
[Verse 1: JaY STeeZ]
How many dudes are seein' me? (Uh-huh)
Not even three, and if it's even three
I guarantee you that they will see defeat
Think I'm lyin', kid? Ask my podiatrist
You'll definitely have a sprained ankle from the rhymes I kick
I bend it, Beckham is mic checkin'
So the spice be the reason I have such a wide collection
You're not impressin', perfection is my profession
So every time I that I spit, it's more vivid than sign language
For me? Writing's never a problem
Outshine cats in every cypher that I'm involved in
Love it or hate it, the tap bloggers are bobbin'
They do it for recognition and I feel bad for 'em (Yeah)
Forums are often consistent with trash talkin'
Mentionin' my name is broadenin' my audience (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Throw the towel in, dog, you should call it quits
Before bringin' up my name, be sure to face the consequence
And that's not quite the end of it (Go on, JaY)
I'm the epitome of virtuous verses
So every person that's heard it has been inversely encouraged
By me to write a hit, think of my music as playin' Simon Says
Either you like it, or decide to quit
And that's a jackpot
[Chorus: Big Pun, BlakkJakk (The Rhymer), Big Pun, JaY STeeZ & BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
Let y'all niggas know
I am the nicest
Ever, ever, ever
[Interlude: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
Yeah, The Rhymer
Listen
Yellow Tape, baby
Yo
[Verse 2: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
The pen defend the crown like the Maginot
Lines register in my inner and outer, resemblance profits like a cash flow (What?)
P-prophet like Nostradamus, his journal holds homicidal Has-Bros
Couldn't play wit' him, if you had dough
And homie had a whole lot of steez in him, Gs wit' him
Walk with me, Jesus, they believed in him
Travel 'cross galaxies and seas, any season
Just to see him with the mic in his right, in hand, preachin' (Woo)
Now will the congregation stand, please?
Pied Piper on the mic, writes to the beat of his stampedes
Now bow down to what this man reads, it's inevitable
Surrender to the writtens of the incredible
Jakk The Rhymer soak a soft sucker with a spew
I'm a sector of selective 3rd Kind, however two
However, few can flow as mighty as this
The Midol to the migraine, which is the industry
You feelin' me?
I'ma get rid of it, period, that's an order
The Rhymer Ripper retarded, Eli Porter ()
How long a dude gotta prove it to you?
Blakk the American terrorist, and the game's been hijacked
Yeah, jackpot
[Chorus: Big Pun & ]
Let y'all niggas know
I am the nicest
Ever
[Outro: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
Yeah, yeah
They can hear this through the heavens, Blakk, real talk
Yellow Tape
The Kind
[Chorus: Big Pun, Big Pun & JaY STeeZ]
Let y'all niggas know
I am the nicest
Ever
[Interlude: JaY STeeZ]
Jackpot
I'm on my cocky shit, it's more than obvious
[Verse 1: JaY STeeZ]
How many dudes are seein' me? (Uh-huh)
Not even three, and if it's even three
I guarantee you that they will see defeat
Think I'm lyin', kid? Ask my podiatrist
You'll definitely have a sprained ankle from the rhymes I kick
I bend it, Beckham is mic checkin'
So the spice be the reason I have such a wide collection
You're not impressin', perfection is my profession
So every time I that I spit, it's more vivid than sign language
For me? Writing's never a problem
Outshine cats in every cypher that I'm involved in
Love it or hate it, the tap bloggers are bobbin'
They do it for recognition and I feel bad for 'em (Yeah)
Forums are often consistent with trash talkin'
Mentionin' my name is broadenin' my audience (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Throw the towel in, dog, you should call it quits
Before bringin' up my name, be sure to face the consequence
And that's not quite the end of it (Go on, JaY)
I'm the epitome of virtuous verses
So every person that's heard it has been inversely encouraged
By me to write a hit, think of my music as playin' Simon Says
Either you like it, or decide to quit
And that's a jackpot
[Chorus: Big Pun, BlakkJakk (The Rhymer), Big Pun, JaY STeeZ & BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
Let y'all niggas know
I am the nicest
Ever, ever, ever
[Interlude: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
Yeah, The Rhymer
Listen
Yellow Tape, baby
Yo
[Verse 2: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
The pen defend the crown like the Maginot
Lines register in my inner and outer, resemblance profits like a cash flow (What?)
P-prophet like Nostradamus, his journal holds homicidal Has-Bros
Couldn't play wit' him, if you had dough
And homie had a whole lot of steez in him, Gs wit' him
Walk with me, Jesus, they believed in him
Travel 'cross galaxies and seas, any season
Just to see him with the mic in his right, in hand, preachin' (Woo)
Now will the congregation stand, please?
Pied Piper on the mic, writes to the beat of his stampedes
Now bow down to what this man reads, it's inevitable
Surrender to the writtens of the incredible
Jakk The Rhymer soak a soft sucker with a spew
I'm a sector of selective 3rd Kind, however two
However, few can flow as mighty as this
The Midol to the migraine, which is the industry
You feelin' me?
I'ma get rid of it, period, that's an order
The Rhymer Ripper retarded, Eli Porter ()
How long a dude gotta prove it to you?
Blakk the American terrorist, and the game's been hijacked
Yeah, jackpot
[Chorus: Big Pun & ]
Let y'all niggas know
I am the nicest
Ever
[Outro: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
Yeah, yeah
They can hear this through the heavens, Blakk, real talk
Yellow Tape
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