Sharp The 3rd Kind

[Intro: JaY STeeZ]
I'm feelin' real good right now, man
It's Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind

[Chorus: JaY STeeZ & BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
See, I'm a son of a gun
It's the JaY to the STeeZ, I'm a son of a gun
And a master of every trait under the sun
I talk sharp like a razor blade is under the tongue
Ya feel me?
Huh, and four, three, two, one
I'm the BlakkJakk, homie, such a son of a gun
And I mastered every trait under the Sun
I talk sharp like a razor blade

[Verse 1: JaY STeeZ]
Let's go, look
You can't see me with the rhetoric, I be the best to spit
Respect the regiment or fail like the rest of them
And hadn't you win it
Back when Wayne dropped Tha Carter III
So start beef, and get washed and hung out like laundry
I let you tumble dry, cats ain't touchin' mine
I always had a troubled mind equipped with some subtle lines
Busta Rhymes, couldn't touch it and bring it
The wordplay is makin' cats wanna crutch for they triggers
So, somebody call the cops, you gotta semi-auto cocked
Rocko got soul, with drive like an auto shop
Your orthodox can't compare to my southpaw
I'm 'bout more, my sound's raw, and sound waves pound floors
So if you switch stance, I got quick hands
JaY STeeZ holds his own like kickstands
In simple terms, I'm the illest with these written words
And rappers get concerned every time that I spit a verse, hearse