If ya Think we only battle and do cyphers ya better Calm The Fuck Down...
we def creative with open mic as-well Think not?..
ransum about to prove it... 300 J.G We Runing This Rap Shit...


I'm punk rock when the beer's talking... with blood-clots in my tears...
FUCK NOT.. This is where the buck stops like a deer crossing...
I'm shoot'in them razor-blades that are beautifully laser-aimed...
Show'in groupies the Major Paine like the movie with Damon Wayans...
I'm sick with the free-flows and fuck yous... (sickhead,2v,red bull)
A whiff of my ego's like sniff'in perico through blunt tubes...
I've torn Karma... rock'in gear like Thor's armor...
Block'in spears with forearms while box'in ears like corn farmers...
Bitch.. the sword-throw's jerk'in porcelain kneecaps...
Block'in spears with four-arms like a Goro versus Scorpion re-match...
I squeeze triggers with each finger... a deep thinker with bars...
One punch'll have you lookin' like the lead singer from celeberty star...
A steam-filtered mirage... The Dream Killer... Semper Fi rap schemes're...
Come'in with cleaner shots than sterilized vaccines on paralyzed crack-fiends...
The drug-party blood donor... drunk..hardly hung-over with Bacardi gun-holsters...
The trigger gets two thumbs up like Atari controllers...
I answer straight to amber waves with a bomb...
Box'in cancer patients from Nam with hand-grenades in my palms...
Five days in the darkness... I'm Pai Mei with the parchment...
I write flames in the Arctic Ice Age when I spark shit...
While Christ's save'in the heartless with knife-blades in his armpits...
I'm dump'in metal in the mud like Spineshank in a tar-pit...
I weave thoughts in The Lab-write'in... beat-box'in Galactus...
You won't see me..
Like Steve Hawking on acid sleep-walking in traffic...
That cheap talking's for faggots... ya'll fucking bummy ugly ducklings...
Ya hoggin's death-bed... I'm dropp'in egg-heads like Humpty Dumpty bungee jumping...
The 300 J.G ill Shit Remains...
Cause my Warped Touring war stories are Kill-switch Engaged...
The six-inch blade revolves in verse killings...
The worst villain... Ransum... pitch'in bullets that's breaking balls like Kurt Schilling...
MOTHER FUCKER....


From cypher to cypher... from battles to battles... 300 J.G We Running This Rap Shit....
This is just more creativity for ya to enjoy if you think we lack'in open mic skill's... we dont just battle we do it all... CHEA!!!