Jay Alvi:
It's the most non celebrated greatest always in the making,
 couldn’t care about a throne if it was there for the taking,

It is blatant, I am shameless, no mistaking, I aint faking,
I am lazy, stationary, amazing like a painting.
 So take a peak, take a peak,
Gotta get up off your knees to be able to see me, 
get rid of your little judgement you’ll know that i come clean,

You’ll know this is unseen,

The dopest among fiends.

So take a hit of this and pass it around,
 all this sick shit were rapping aloud,
These new rappers be mumbling and babbling out,
 we really let you know what rap is about, (its a fact no doubt). 

Daranti Group moving y’all, til we get through to y’all, 
its about time for a hip hop coup d’etat,

Supercharged, the movement marching on with ruthless bars,
 aint no holding back, we stay strapped for the truer cause.
All you whack rappers better ring the alarm,
let me pass the mic to my brothers in arms.

Polymath:
It’s that death from above, raining bombs from the sky, brother
Me and Jay, we takin’ flight like the Wright Brothers
Night lovers, nine planets round Divine Mothers
Wine guzzlers, spiritual so we shrine smugglers
And for some I guess that’s complicated
But the beat is an altar, we just venerate it
Yet not intoxicated
I feed on the sun and you feel these rhymes radiating
Round your mental hemisphere, blitzin’ like a charioteer
Hackin’ n’ slashin’ at fake rappers til they reappear
Dungeons and dragons, I’ll puncture your wagons
Watch you slip to your death, sippin Murree, straight laughing
Dancing on your grave, no respect for you
Chanting out in rage, no regrets jaanu
Coz I gotta keep the yin with the yang, like the juice with the gin
Too much of either and I’ll fall apart again

Poetik Justis:
Hold tight better check the microphone right
Cuz these sixteens'll make a million off a fortnight// If I ghostwrite, EMF dies
the whole night/roll tight,
And Tell Kode to Get his code right/I see everybody/
And your style is a read only copy//edit that shit/don't act like a bitch/act like a bitch and you get smack like a bitch/wassup I'll have you seein two crosses in front like C++/The game is all fucked up/Shreyas wassup, why you hustlin backwards, why you wearing scarves with the old chappals and sandals? We all know a battle ain't something you comfortably handle/Ill see yall at the Next B3 tho, except you Smoke, you gotta finish your pedigree bro/ tired of this sucka shit, Hip-Hop for the love of it, so
I'll even diss gravity to Shaikh things up a bit//


what's the next topic
AJ you can catch this fire connection,
really put you in a Hot Fix//
There's a Lotta things I aim not to be,
Drugged up, Dying in poverty/
Misunderstood wit the Music Mediocrity
A bald Kav-E, or Hardknock discography/
Wheres all that anger and spirit,
There's only fire in the paint
When you match your tone with it
Don't be something else,
Just Have your own image
And stand alone with it/
known with it
Like Everytime that Rapture goes ribbit//
Teach X-CENTRIK
some Excel tricks
I guess that this ain't
no time for bad jokes/
It's Justhat he had problems last time he Adro//
This for the love of the battles/
The culture, the madness/
Pure lyrics in a track
As yall Attack each other back//
Make sure the shit ain't whack/Matta fact
Hollup lemme tell you why it's crazy to battle me/
I been around longer than they see battle leagues//
Fuck your feelings it's a rap when I gift your presence like shit fuck a gimmick don't got two fucks to give if you fuck up the lyrics/something different
this side of the scene/
bro you could get murdered on any beat/we don't make friends we make friendly enemies/yall thinkin small scale like a centipede/me I'm on another league, you aint on this team you in another team
I'm breathing apart, always leaving a mark,
Ciphers off the dome to written pieces of art,
Check my Insignia,
define initiatives I been meaning to start
The scene needs a spark,
Im pulling lyricists out the dark,
a week to respond,
To whoever sleepin on yall,
Is it even our fault
That we respect the art
More than mainstream media charts
Shit is deep in our hearts
It's a leap in the park,
Resurrect rap music
don't just keep it in bars/
It's a lethal assault/I might fuck around
And give Hip-Hop a new subculture//
This is Bodybag Rap
MothaFuck the vultures
Shout out to the real
emcees in the game
Know It's on us to make them
remember the name