[Sample]

Breaking rocks out here on a chain gang

Breaking rocks, serving my time

Breaking rocks out here on a chain gang

Working, but I still got so

Far to go



[Masai Bey]

Aging at the edge of an ageless void

Too old to be young and too young to be old or

Young enough to be paranoid

I'm just flowing with the waves to stay afloat

Paddling on a board while praying for a boat

And some rope but I'll settle for a mic cord

Center of the seesaw

Mamma told me I was very wealthy

Depending on your definition of rich and the way you see poor

I'm a father and still a son

On the middle of the road bopping like I got no place to go and

Someplace to come

Positive warns me of the deceptions of negative

Negative is trying to convince me to believe positive is a sedative

I ponder this and learn that they both are relative to life on earth

It sometimes feels like a repetitive burn

Ashes to ashes held captive in the urn



[Roc Marciano]

The ink embroidered

Black exploited

Crackers bought it

Crack was boiling

Niggas balling

Clientele calling

My cell fishtail like a dolphin

Instead of talking

Money's corporate

Progress forward

Bunnies is gorgeous

Picture me: selling 20's on some '94 shit

Cutting dummies on porcelain

All my jewelry is frosted

Pigs is on corners more often

I'm feeling exhausted

I pray my sins don't fall upon my offspring

Grown-man pants, wallets and ID's

Health insurance policies

Wallabies and collard greens

Eating right

These the finer things in life

I see your ring in the light

Everything that bling ain't nice

Niggas think that they nice

Scat-rapping in tights

That math isn't right

This is rapper's delight

Now I'm through packaging white

Rap with the passion of christ

Don't get the facts half-right, yeah



[Sample]

Breaking rocks out here on a chain gang

Breaking rocks, serving my time

Breaking rocks out here on a chain gang

Working, but I still got so

Terribly far to go



[Billy Woods aka bill bodega]

Work my last slash and burn

Elephant hands every callus earned

With ho and machete, wet earth turn

Deep in the dirt, king of the worms

Hyenas circle cackle, blood curdle

Night dark as pitch

I'm up when the sky's purple

Tapping ashes off clips

Left the shebeen with her and said, "do you dance quick?"

Now c'mon baby, tell me what's the word

Green thumb, no metal fingers but I'm still living on special herbs

Callaloo and cassava

Big ganga aiming at impalas

They came at dusk wearing balaclavas

You die today for the sins of your fathers

Is it really stealing when you robbing from robbers?

Is it actually fake when you already posing as impostors?

Shoot the boa, kill the farmer, crack that Cape lobster

Boiling in a Durban with poison, red dirt soiling

Black bodies toiling, mambas coiling

Overnight, that sweet milk spoiling