[Jay Reaper]
The real gods my style close to the catastrophe [bad word] with Dope D.O.D. is straight a blast from me
Get your guns of my [bad word] grab your tites
To Let its go down,this is liberty city
Got the creedy [bad word] [bad word] to the action
And this is just a dream,I'm a Holographic black man 
But still pill in after what you in your place plapoly
Dope D.O.D. you want win like a plathory
Heads aint ready for the besom clear one
Pay some like paradata the mic is my speargun
Niggaz is slackin all day i been slopenom 
Spit it in slowmotion they must be an opium
Its hopeless son and don't matter what the press say
Your skillz got killed like spliffs in my eyes trey
any day enough get per as to what? we say 
I just play my ways I'm a born of a new age