| Hang tight, no nooses, new sense | 
| New sh', bow to the movement | 
| Ask what we put in it, berries and juices | 
| Salute to the ___ who produced it | 
| Bouncing over kicks like Jews over broomsticks | 
| Beat so sweet that I ain’t even gotta do shit | 
| Loop this! | 
| Yea | 
| I just wanna go off like Miss on acoustics | 
| Toss wax up out the window, cool shit | 
| Blu is like a rose in a garden of tulips | 
| Who very few know like Jarobi to Q-Tip | 
| Elusive in this Shh with loose lips | 
| Never keep my two cents though | 
| I always pay dues and rent | 
| Praise God but do sin | 
| Looking at laws like broads I choose to bend, and their you go! | 
| Strange music, even strange group of friends | 
| Two folks, I do not follow after loops and trends | 
| Ex got chops and I got props, thanks | 
| High five like I like your shit a lot, cool | 
| Soul music, soul amusement | 
| Hang tight, fly to Jupit', rhyme stupid | 
| Time two, know what I’m sayin' | 
| Beat so sweet that I ain’t even gotta do shit | 
| Bust naturally as a casual do | 
| Whip a brand new lane in your brain, boost this | 
| Volume is somewhat out of my | 
| Still I gotta be fly, | 
| Amped for him, I stamp the campus | 
| ?? | 
| paint porn in the morning like dew does | 
| Selling old folks Peter Bjorn | 
| And oh yea, young John got a new batch to buzz |