[Joell Ortiz (scratches)]
Dat sound good right there

[Royce da 5´9"]
I´m just a - I´m just a - Yeah

I´m just a - I´m just a -
(Dat sound good right here)
I´m just a regular chilling with thugs and legends
I got deceased contacts in my phone I never delete
I keep my cellular plugged into Heaven
Somebody nudge the reverend
Tell him I´m selling a white girl like I´m Starbucks, Uggs and leggings
All of these hugs and kissy emojis killin´ my foe, G
All of these soldiers killin´ ´em for me
I told her I´ma chill, but still I´m a OG
Wish I could go back in time and keep it real with my old lady
I asked if she´d rather deal with adultery
Or would she rather deal with my cold feet

That´s a wild question
May the best man win and may I be the best man that I can be
Everywhere I´m at but my wedding
Get live rounds from guns that are gigantic
Cause you wouldn´t bow down like the front of the Titanic
You´re gonna die, dammit
I´m bringin´ drama through your homicidio like I´m tryna say "homicide" in Spanish
My nigga Joell Ortiz said...

[Joell Ortiz (scratches)]
Dat sound good right there

[Ab-Soul]
I´m in tip-top condition, with a hustler´s ambition

I´m sick of hip-pop, I should be in the damn kitchen
Whippin´ somethin´ potent for the chosen clientele
All the smoke that I inhale, I´m ´posed to be high as Hell
But that´s a twisted figure of speech, Hell is below you
I´m guaranteed Heaven before I´m beneath the soil
Toyin´ with the squad, that´s how you get sent to God, dawg
You know it´s backwards to go against God, dog
Whoever gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series
Steve Jobs died, now the world Siris
(I respect you) and that´s serious as a heart attack
I´m an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact

In fact, you gassed up like you´re hard to match
Leave you ablaze, extinguish your remains
I´m the leader of this game, old school or new
Old Soul, but my shoes is new

[Joell Ortiz (scratches)]
Dat sound good right there

[Mac Miller]
A bunch of poison in my blood stream
Now it´s gettin´ ugly, I must be another junky
How lucky am I to still be alive? I´m goin´ crazy
Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti
Abducted Brenda´s baby, sold it to a gay couple
Take drugs you high enough to juggle with some space shuttles
Your worst nightmare, breathin´ all the white air
Inhale, exhale (that sound good right there)

Yeah, the unforgettable walkin´ bicentennial man
Born an idea, was never a man
I´m with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and Preemo
Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dreamcoat
I´m spittin´ on the face of Vevo
You internet rappers with no matter, I delete you
I ain´t human, more a movement of illusions
Live from confusion, if you see ´em, shoot ´em (Boom)

[Joell Ortiz (scratches)]
Dat sound good right there