[Flynn]
I won't tell you the do's
And I won't tell you the don'ts
I'll just fill the wills 'til they manage the most
Of my time, of my rhymes
Of my thoughts, of my actions
Some past convictions of everyday satisfaction
Transpose my flows, flawless in my timing
Adding commas and zeroes to this career, climbing
Uphill, to up and kill doubt and stress
And those enemies that pretend to be friends at my close

[CookBook]
Who am I
I'm the one with no release date
The one who M.C.s great
Like the taste of Philly Cheese steak
So if we break some knee, 'K
We won't resort to cheapskate
I'll make your knee's shake
Cause every rhyme I spits a keepsake
For Pete's sake
CookBook's dope and there's no debate
You wish you had a comeback, but no, there is no rebate
Your hopes and dreams deflate
With every song that I create
Beat me, you must be in a dream state

[Hook]
Freak the format, make your heart beat strong
No hoop to like, come whack, get the gong
You better bring the house down like King Kong
If not you got to go, if not you got to go

[Joey The Jerk]
Out of words with Captain Cute, MC
Some fools try to be special
Convinced by simple MC's their style's experimental
It's essentially a mental tied to the 7th grade level
No respect to tap dancing around the fundamentals
Where's the substance, the meat
Please make sense when you speak
Catchy phrases are great but your verses are weak
Need to retreat
And find a place to make peace
Something better lies ahead of you
Later, next week

[Sharlok Poems]
Don't integrate, differentiate
Like make the haters hate the players
Laden with asinine rhymes
Gettin' quotes in the Source
Chokin', the horse get bit?
No secret though
Spill from it's grill
Until pen hits paper
John Hancock seals the deal
? keep it real but they're faker than prosthetic limbs
Player mommy, wrapped up in silk
Jewels and gems
Foolish man, tryin' to move in with bad joints
These rappers been ?
Fugazi style, with no choice

[Hook]

[Pigeon John]
See, simple things become complex
While you're frustrated overrated rhymes, reject
You're basically loss
I'm basically boss
Tryin' to teach little people how much this skill costs
See, it's not a rap thing
It's kind of a tax swing
And hits your memory of what you thought was happenin'
This is what you wanna write
What you've got is not tight
Loose jabberjaws and these bars niggas wanna bite

[UNO Mas]
I'm just a fact of life
You gotta give him the mic
And I'm the cat in the back that you just hate to like
Cause I'm a heavyweight
Y'all can check the tale of the tape
And I'm quick to make my move
That's why I'm yellin' checkmate
And I cause the real estate to quake in just a matter of eight
I drop lines to operate
In a way, you take the bait
And I'mma be the top rate
Cause everything is a stake
Heads go up when I create
With these bombs, I penetrate

[Hook]