EJ3 Robot is just that. A robot. With the proficiency and technique of a machine, he tears down buildings. Give the robot a keyboard and the city will never be the same.

Papa Bakes is two blocks of sunshine on a cloudy day. He reps the 603 and rocks the whiskey ginger. Modest to a fault, this emcee spits fire, breathes smoke, and bleeds synonyms.

Jaekay is so fly she's an honorable member of the mile high club. Found mostly in dunks and shades, she's the brightest in a room. Who brings the noise? Jenny brings the noise.

Virtue's like Zeus falling down the stairs. Caught up in a mess of pain, he's still fucking Zeus, so don't mess with him. With a blunt and some SoCo this Po hating freestyle killer hands out life sentences.

Underground: now and forever bitter,
all ungrateful dead, it's me.
I died for good hip-hop to live, ok?
Now let it, please.