Jackpot!

The Kind!

[Hook: Big Pun]
Let y'all niggas know
I am the nicest
Ever

[Verse 1: Capital STEEZ]
Jackpot I'm on my cocky shit it's more than obvious
How many dudes are seeing me? not even 3, and if it's even 3
I guarantee you that they will see defeat
Think I'm lying kid ask my podiatrist
You'll definitely have a sprained ankle from the rhymes I kick
I bend it, Beckham is mic checkin'
So the spice be the reason I have such a wide collection
You're not impressing, perfection is my profession
So ever time I that I spit, it's more vivid than sign-language
For me? writing's never a problem
I shine caps in every cypher that I'm involved in
Love it or hate it, the tap bloggers are bobbling
They do it for recognition and I feel bad for 'em
Forums are often consistent with trashing talkin'
Mentioning my name? It's broadening in my audience
Throw the towel in dog, you should call it quits
Before bringing up my name, be sure to face the consequence
And that's not quite the end of it I'm the epitome of virtuous verses
So every person that's heard it, is been inversely encouraged
By me, to write at it think of my music as playing simon says
Either you like it, or decipher quick and that's a jackpot

[Hook]

(JaKK The Rhymer)
EVA, eva, eva
Yeahh, The Rhymer!
Listen, Yellow Tape baby
Yo
The pen defend the crown like the maginot
Lines register in my inner n outer, resemblance profits like a cash flow (Whaattt)
P-prophet like Nostradamus, his journal hold [?], Has-Bros
Couldn't play with him, if you had dough
And homie had a whole lot of steez in him, g's wit him
Walk with me, jeez and stay believed in him
Travel cross galaxies and seas, any season
Just to see him with the mic in his right and hand preaching (Woouh)
Now will the congregation stand please
Pi-piper on the mic, writes to the beat of his stampedes
Now bow down to what this Man reads is inevitable
Surrender to the writings of the incredible
JaKK The Rhymer soak a soft sucker with a spew
I'm a sector of selective 3rd Kind, however two
However few, can flow as mighty as this
The might all to the migraine, which is the industry
Ya feelin' me?
I'mma get rid of it period
That's an order!
The Rhymer ripper retarded
Eli Porter!
How longer do I got to prove it to you
BLaKK the ameriKKKan terrorist and the game been hijacked
Yeah, Jackpot!
We never off, y'all just listening

[Hook]

Yeah, yeah
They can hear this through the heavens, BlaKK, real talk
Yellow Tape