- Where do you hail from professionally, is it the Big Apple or as they call it New York, I think, or is it Hollywood or what?

- I live in bedlam and squalor

- Woah!

Jak's too old for this!

Word, man

Fatal Dose

What's good? (Yo, what)

Ayo

My wig weave tree roots (Uh)

Hit you with shells, like Rafiki

While you chillin' in a Tiki room

Progresso, not that greenpea suit

Jak's dead, the new alias Zak Penn, at a PC

There's a sociopath somewhere that might need Nike kicks (Burn nice)

Curse vocals on the low, like nitrous hits (Like nitrous hits, woah)

On the highest cliffs

Hold the blade over your dome like a knighted prince

Replay this, diggin', we bake beans

Set a city on fire then snort the cremated

Cold Xanies, and Celexa, huh (What?)

I bar out type fast

Chop rappers down like trees and carve out kayaks

Fuck, if the art is known

Too many dull MC's, it's hard to glow

Mad rivers, in the Philippines

Carve its flows, plant a seed

In a cadaver, watch the garden grow (Wow!)

Phenal type, Phenobarbital

Fetal barbecue, compounded (huh?), in Carbonal

Only artist, whoever inspired the lesson was DOOM, lithium (Rest in Peace)

Forever in bloom

My basement, look like the evidence room

Sick o' writin', this off the brain (Off-top)

I'll be the first rapper to throw a typewriter off the stage (Boo)

- You ever lived in a car, in LA?

- Well, for a brief time, I think everybody has lived in a car

- It's kinda strange to have, a guy sittin' here with a bottle in front of him, hahahahahaha!

- Well, I rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy, hehe...

- Always maintain that, reality is for people who can't face drugs