*Bishop Jermaine*

(Verse 1)
taste my destruction/
spit in the face of corruption/
create spontaneous combustion/
this is not a substance thats made for consumption/
and why you in my radius if you aint make my circumference/
production abduction/
view is at the top, x-ray thru obstruction/
they claim they want it, but when they budget aint budgin/
will they show they true colors for the paper, construction/
Shitting on these bitches, 2 girls one cup,
butt glued to the game, suction/
cup reduction, cuz you don't want none of D's/
got em shakin like introduction/
Sip a white Russian, call it caucasion/
cajun cock, they hot on my dick, get the correlation/
went to formation, 7 in the morning/
fuck a 9 to 5 I be better off performing/

but ppl say that I should use my degrees/
but I do's how I please/
If I lose that's me/
I see thru to it with ease/
when everything I do is hot, I do use my degrees/
And I'm on the winning team, while you bandwagon/
in the dungeon breathin fire like a damn dragon/
antagonist, toe taggin every man rappin/
til I'm belt baggin venues, fan packing/
ram sackin, the industry/ independently/
keeping my indentity,
straying from the mental penetentary/
negative energy is my enemy/
but the melody is my remedy
I could take everything in life so heavily/
But I figure if I wing it I'll be closer to the celery/
I think I'm on to somethin, well I better be/
If I'm not there's no tellin b/

*JLovett6*

(Verse 2)
Plottin on a come up/
from sun down to sun up/
and you gon need a extra life if I'm the one you tryin to one up/
wadup/
if you aint bout the cut up then shut up/
nut up in the game
to make a bunch of fuck ups/
wit buzz cuts, running round like they run stuff/
dumping chumps in the trash like blunt guts
killin em but spittin positive raps/
never take credit giving all props to they dad/
pops in the lab, the plague's what I'm makin/
goin hambone, I'm bringing home the bacon/
been waitin for the date of detonation/
now it's time to watch my creation/
I take it some qb slots still vacant
at my trade I'm a pain in the neck like Peyton/
bass and a snare, kick, somethin to bare wit/
hotter than a comb satan, straighten his hair wit/

Man I'm goin coo-coo/
I got another screw loose/
When Lou put the needle to the record that's voodoo/
who knew that I would be where I'm at/
my mind wasnt all rap a couple years back/
I used to use my instincts, I use my voice now/
went from base blockin d ends, and running choice routes/
now Im running a business out of my boy's house
and we starting to make noise now/
that's what it boils down to,
when the product that you pitchin/
aint gettin the right attention/
how you make the right division/
how you get the acquisition of the blind's vision/
how you bring a outsider into mom's kitchen/
here's the premonition/ my mission, is demolition/
to make it clear they gon feel it/
imperialism
to the inferior serial kill em, kill it/
destruct, destroy, and rebuild it/

*Bishop Jermaine*