[Verse 37: Paul Wall]
Shit done popped off, the knockoffs get knocked out
The top boss, I'll sock you in your snot mouth
Do not cross, I’ll have you leaking hot sauce
Slay, tell the coroner to go on and bring the chalk out
In H-Town, pull them drops out, top off
Slop jaw, I'm ridin' getting topped off
Tell them cowards tryna drop sauce, stop now
200 MC’s, you bums getting boxed out

[Verse 38: Nino Man]
Look, I'm Nino Man, that Harlem n***a, yeah, y'all know
Don't care who around, I stand out like Waldo
I'm in the Carlo with arms big as Kintaro
Even the frauds know what's poppin' like Jack Harlow
They don't wanna put in work, they just want the benefits
I was using benefits, trappin’ out of their tenements
Served the citizens ’cause the landlord tellin' me "Send the rent"
Caught red-handed, I was still jackin’, I'm innocent

[Verse 39: Mic Geronimo]
You wanna talk it out, I'm guessin' it all matters
And we can chop it up like some axes and jackhammers
First taste of power, we knew when the game had us
Like the first piece of pussy we ever got on a mattress
Had it rollin’, it started, you better watch me
A hundred new cons, I'm my own Luca Brasi
And they worse than them Nazis was
I got my finger on the button, sure don't stop the buzz
[Verse 40: Ransom]
Put the tape on the Glock and load up a fresh clip
Got samples of the yay on the spot and O's of the best sniff
I ran through every maze on the block
I know when to step quick, you set trip
I take off the locks and make sure your set dip
It's hard when you try to do right and n***as get left hit
But God should've took Lil Nas X and left Nip
Fuck it, just listen to the best spit
Eight bars done turned into a death wish
Ran' ain't nothin' to mess with

[Verse 41: Ms Hustle]
I roll out the red carpet, let's get it started
You retarded? Bitch, my shoes cost your apartment, yeah
I paint pictures, they calling these hoes artists?
Said she gon' blow in the game, I'm thinking cartridge
Nah, they get nervous when they hear I'm droppin'
It's gloves off when it come to punches', bitch, we ain't boxin'
Friends, we ain't even associates, ain't attendin' college
I be murderin' shit, I need a Johnnie Cochran

[Verse 42: Melle Mel]
Look at your clothes, a dog got more clothes than you
Listen to your flows, them broads got more flows than you
You call 'em hoes, but them whores get more hoes than you
What about shows, my cars get more shows than you
I'm 60, n***a, swing on me, you can't hit me, n***a
I'm in your face like a buck fifty, n***a
Mister Black on Black crime with a turn for a rhyme
When I stick your head in your ass
Then you'll have some hot shit on your mind
[Verse 43: Shoota93]
Mentally, I've grown, don't put me back in that space (Don't do it)
Where I'll reach out with the scalpel, bring it back on your face
Where I'll pop out the shadows with the barrel and bake
Where I'll show up and hug your mother after the wake
My caliber great, they gotta know, touch with a mind
Shit domino, that's how I roll (Facts)
Grade schooler, hard knocks, I attended, made honor roll
Shoota, I'm the most solid, fact-rappers go

[Verse 44: Ras Kass]
Bars unexceptional, shows unacceptable
You opening up for Ja Rule at the next Fyre Festival
202010, Neveruary 33rd
Five am, we at Katz's Diner catchin' the early bird
Early nerd, 'cause nerds rule the world, n***a
Richest people in the world is nerds, check the Forbes, n***a
Drop a slug in the steak, headshot a Nazi
Pill a pussy, get off scot-free, Bill Cosby

[Verse 45: DJ Doo Wop]
This is for the culture, n***a, honor them
But they be like, "Why Kay Slay let this DJ rhyme again?"
Let me set the record straight, I done wrote bars for artists
That you consider great, hardest or the softest
Yeah, female too, I don't discriminate
Depending on they head game, they probably got a better rate
That mixtape money stopped, yeah, but them royalties generate
Still to this day, one of the illest DJs