(Quanstar - Verse 1)
My soliloquies recited as scripture,
see in it your soul sonogram you picture,
dog be in duress separated in sects,
over which of my metaphors and similes are the best,
by the way bitter bitches will probably get broke open,
ride tracks like a range that’s moving in slow motion,
I make the mighty live in misery,
matter of fact I’m magical disappearance a mystery,
never an act dude I’m True E,
Hollywood story watching it astutely,
or better yet Behind The Music and Unsung,
where I’m at I’m from Atlanta and Compton,
should give you a Plus 1, follow, like, or friend,
hashtag blue collar with your post at the end,
lunch pail work boots in the booth,
headphones locked door til the session is through.

(Ozy Reigns - Verse 1)
Good music sounds better when you’re high,
bad music sounds worse when you’re high,
naah nigga I only smoke to soul classics,
and if it’s Bad as LL or Michael Jackson,
got the most distractions then we’ve ever had,
often I found myself gettin sort of mad,
once you had Wagyu steak,
can’t stand that spam on your plate,
light of my culture I radiate,
serious about my money too,
never fool with it,
turn me into the bad lieutenant,
and ya’ll don’t to see me reckless,
start namin all these suckas and their trash records,
sometimes I want to smash records,
over the face of who control the airwaves,
somebody please take the remote from ‘em,
don’t sweat Quan and Oz coming.

(Ozy Reigns - Verse 2)
Ozy Reigns’ll give ya hook and bars,
give me 50 large,
can barely hear my voice over all the applause,
I’m a sun among stars,
killer like jaws,
crowd flippin out on some Dominique Dawes,
both hands up now I want you to pause,
hey wait just a minute wet t-shirts they ain’t wearing no bras,
homegirl you shiznit,
looking at me like you want to test the equipment,
let’s wild out and sip sip and get lifted,
this game right here yeah we gone shift it,
turn them bricks on your head yeah you gone get hit,
yep it sound so damn heavy,
explosions like blowin a damn leavy,
exposure go on home if you ain’t ready,

(Quanstar - Verse 2)
I got a couple ideas live inside of my vision,
never run from a challenge opportunities risen,
cause when I make a decision I’m a make a decision,
to these haters don’t listen for the greater I’m livin,
never let my circumstances dictate it all,
I’m knocked down get up every time I fall,
I said it before I’m half man half amazing,
keep in store to avoid more abrasions,
grapes to raisins plums to prunes,
niggas shrivel under pressure when my voice is in tune,
and the bass goes boom the kick goes clap,
the spotlight looms niggas ready to rap,
the amalgam of lyricism and sense common,
head busted cracked open a split almond,
see I’m gone with the wind arrive in a gust,
alive in the end I’m yellin out in Quan we trust.