Judgement Day Money Making Jam Boys

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I’m what you would call a, warrior and a scholar
From where the root of the matter is pursuit of the dollar
There’s godfathers in your zone, keep it real partner
Y’all niggas know when I grab the mic it’s Pearl Harbor
Don’t ever worry mine
Who getting fetti everyday is legendary time
It’s on tap like Savion or Gregory Hines, Fiji, or Evians
Rappers as funny as one of them Tyler Perry lines
The title of the [reefer disciple’s?] forever mine
Y’all niggas into the smoking Tarragon marathon
Whatever y’all twist up, I got the better kind
That’s the Tom and Jerry kind – this is the heavy kind
We getting paper, yes I’m the black Ben Stein
In sheep’s clothes with a killer on the inside
The Jam Boys coming out the 21-5
My squad of Mumra, vaporize dumb guys

[Verse 2: Truck North]
Yo, one of the illest alive I’m not lying
And I can turn day into night without trying
All star, all in the paper, no hyphen
Lifestyles and trials of the rich and trifling
And I’m a Viking, big bad wolf
Niggas taking all the money, now they asking for the books
A big gun had Red Robin Hood shook
She like “call King Cole, they finna pull a jooks”
But I’m so juxtaposed, I didn’t even look
I mean I’m here then I’m there, tortoise and the hare
Early bird gets the worm, slow and steady wins the race
No heaven when there’s hell to pay, fast never late
North side of Cannon doing 80 like I’m Gene Chandler
Too fast for most residents to handle
Jam Boys show up lit with no candles
And gamble like Kenny, the money leave with me, bitch