[Akil]
 Uh, no doubt, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my fears
 No my front line rhymes moving up from the rear
 My dream slash career appeared ever so clear
 Now I'm able to touch, smell, feel, speak, and hear
 My fans cheer, my time is finally here
 The past depart the present cause the future is near
 Anticipation, magnified my motivation
 Direct my energy to touch nations
 Been entertaining since niggas was really banging
 Dancning at the old folks parties, pancaking
 I've been waiting for my time to shine
 From Catholic school ?John Mid? junior high
 From ?? to rocking at the Good Life
 We paid the price to keep rhyming and rip [bad word] on the mic
 Yo, cause if you only knew what we been through
 The [bad word] and the pain to maintain and continue

 Expectations, on [bad word] Unified relations
 We Rebel our Rhythm through tribulations
 And treble and bass the situation with dedication

[Charli 2na]
 Yo, go get your ticket, your seats snacks and beverages
 While we get wicked all in your brain cracks and crevaces
 Servicing bulletins to you critical puritans
 Who be shouting in my vicinity doubting my capability
 (Expect) no defeat, my whole fleet be scorching
 Keep across your vision blurred from heat distortion
 The proportions better that precaution
 While we shake the portion fakes are lost in, never flossing
 (The antidote for your mood) We sloppy dope and I'm hoping
 What I wrote get you open like a Fallopian tube
 In my crew we inclube brothers who worthy
 Rebels indeed, J's from LA, I'm from Shahee
 Plus never vexed, flipping for Allah cause he blessed us
 With the talent, to make Jurassic your next guest
 Rocking since the '84 Fresh Fest, yes

 Great expectations, on [bad word] Unified relations
 We Rebel our Rhythm through tribulations
 And treble and bass the situation with dedication [Repeat 2x]

[Marc 7even]
 Ayo my story starts in the NJ state
 And gets deep like a movie [bad word] and Demi make
 I moved to the land of sand and ill earthquakes
 I didn't know this was the place I'd get my piece of the cake
 Or the piece of the pie, U-N-I-T-Y
 Every Thursday night at the Life we kept it tight
 That's right, that's where we dwelled and the rhythm rebelled
 We a blast from the past like the shotgun shells
 No a mocho males with raps about a beer
 (Our mission is to persevere) So haters play the rear
 We toured the stratesphere from London to the Square
 You swear you're prepared to diss what we have here
 Indeed time ticks as rapid rhymes rip
 Earth and time split in time to find it's
 Just another manic Monday, and one day
 We'll shine, too, so my crew say

 Expectations, on [bad word] Unified relations
 We Rebel our Rhythm through tribulations
 And treble and bass the situation with dedication

[Zaakir]
 Yo, whether you love to hate it, if it's in or outdated
 If I've been overrated or maybe your most favorite
 You expect me still to write my verse on time
 And I expect you not to front when you hear my rhyme
 Don't expect me to smile cause it's in good taste
 I know cats that's no mistake smiling in my face
 And don't expect to try and guess if I'm mad or not
 Or if I'm cold or hot, you would know if not
 And don't expect me [bad word] and just bite my tongue
 It's kind of hard to forget what some brothers have done
 But my mother always said you can forgive and forget
 And expect that most promises won't be kept
 I guess I gave credit where it wasn't deserved
 To brothers must have preferred to not keep their word
 The bigger the burden, the bigger the uncertain
 No expectation for my creation, great expectation