Jake Haw:

you know the motto, live without a code to follow
smoking barrel hit the throttle like there's no tomorrow
I ain't going viral
I'll go to Cairo on a camel's back with no food or water just the Holy Bible
there is no survival, though I'm the North Star born to guide you
witness the shine and I'm known to blind you
there is no revival, can't get your sight back
back-pedal 'til I curb stomp you on a bike rack
you like that, get your mic jacked
write crack boulders still I'm colder then an ice cap
Jake Haw dawg I'll fold you with a spiked bat
rock your head leave you looking Glenn on the Walking Dead
I don't talk to feds, fuck a penny for your thought
I'm in the club whipping pennies at a thot
soul empty as your vault, never fault, never fuck with me
I'm hungry commit 6 sins to supply to gluttony

Hi-Q:

you have your face in screens
I patiently wait in your waking dream
create the scene with booby traps that activate from screams
it's plane to see your head has vacancy
this ain't the Major Leagues but you'll get chewed by Q trying to play with me
I took the "H" from "Heart" and used it on ancient art
you play your part choosing the greatest harm like shooting "H" in arm
so play your cards, I hear your flow and yawn
play the track in reverse and zombies grown in your lawn
then I curse you like The Lady of the Lake
so something grabs you by the leg and makes you pay for your mistakes
how's that flow taste? I'm out of control and got no brakes
the flow shakes you out of your soul until your bones break
I'm rambling over half a minute
I'm gathering up this bag of dicks to throw you bastards in it
nobody does it like I do it so you can't forget it
acting like I'm losing on the cards, I have to finish

Fubar:

I'm the one people say is the worst
tormented with a brain that is cursed
to reject faith and face the absurd
I'm expected to burst into flames in a church
Satan speaks through my music when it's played in reverse
in their eyes I am such a disgrace
after listening to stuff that I say they think I must be insane
but what I'm doing is strapping myself down to cut with a blade
to expose you to chunks of my brain
this is just an escape for when it feels like I'm stuck in a cage
and every cloud is the color of grey
I'll try and change them as long as there is blood in my veins
but it's incredibly tough using this bucket of paint
I try and hide it, the fact that I suffer in pain
inside a dungeon in chains
for what it feels like a neverending number of days
attempting to avoid yet another mistake
until I'm faced with another escape