Buk Joe:
Now should I chase my dream, or let it crumble/
Should I envy power, or be humble/
These thoughts flow through my head as I sit/
I deliver them onto the mic as I spit/
Not your ordinary rapper, I come with great meaning/
I live a great life but it's not for your pleasing/
I study the rap game like a nerd does his book/
Make the punch lines hit hard like a hook/
Get em shook, with the power of an earthquake/
Hit em with the truth, let em know this is not fake/
It's time for a change everybody stand up/
Came from the ghetto and I'm still yelling West Up/
Killing 2 birds with 1 stone/
See I got all this fame but I feel so alone/
Money can't fill me, neither can drugs/
I just need somebody who can show me love/

Kai V:
This business i've been at is quite irrevalent
Cuz the words that i speak to other peoples nonsense
The style i prefer is the type for elevation
Little O hates me because he thinks that i changed up
Raise my index finger up to the sky, one love
Like i'm fencing with the clouds, i'm tryna land a touch
I keep my mouth shut cuz in my eyes
Divine minds rhyme with simple punchlines
I'm not the type like that, nope never that
But that collected kind of flow is where I wanna be at
That's how i wanna rap, but for now i'll do me
Do my best to represent seattle emcees
The rainy city in me, my heart pumping to the beat
Kick and the snares followed with a flow unique
I give my gift to god cuz he gave me this start
Corinthians 13, i take it to heart