Verse 1 / J/J
My baby looking fine as hell, gotta touch that bum ass.
What is next? I can’t tell!
Only speak that puff pass.
My crew walking up the hill, just to smoke that pure grass.
Hear that bass? We get manic, please don’t panic!
Once known as illmatic.
Shit got tragic, some boys got dramatic.
Seperation came, got ecstatic, now we’re back at it, fantastic. 
Like your gals dm, my boys tryna slip in
At the party sippin, and im feelin dead.
Now im trippin, ripping them to shreds
See that nod. we're miles ahead
Hanging in a skinny thread, 
Dressed in red, aint no blood.
Way ahead, light a bud.
Stumic fed, liquor flood.
Fucked the game up, bout to fill my cup up.
Never stop pourin, cus I cant get enough.
 we’re getting fucked up

Chorus

May's our time/
This is our party rhyme/
Come on and gather round/
This is our magic sound

Verse 2 / Fjærli

Coming through, the name is Fjærli./ 
I'm just an acrobatic asthmatic that's reppin stillmatic. /
 Got the crew behind me, they still with it, my boys cool, we using yall like tools. Fuck it, I ain't bout to get dramatic./
 It's Just friendly competition, I'm not on a hate mission, I'm just chilling writing verses with sublime composition./ 
Wearing a crucifix round my neck every day, but I'm still sinnin', thats an contradiction./
 I'm used to fathering people, so I don't mind sons. Stillmatic on top, we scoring homeruns./Let me introduce the crew correctly. /
Got the homie Øystein, he insane in the membrane./
 uh don't ever disrespect my pen game. /
Then there's seb, hes in your girls bed recieving head, the rest is better left unsaid. /
But yo check the chemistry, jj coming through and you know he got the remedy./ 
Eljar goes by the name of Mr.economics,  counting his money while laughing at the rest like he's reading comics. 

Chorus

May's our time/
This is our party rhyme
Come on and gather round/
This is our magic sound/

Verse 3 / J/J / Fjærli

Man I'm fed up/ It's all bullshit
/In the studio hear us spit, got the deadly flow sittin in my cockpit
Ain't a plane just our bando/
Yall know it, our boys better know/
Listen to the way I flow/
Trapping in the wagon my bros/
You know our names got the best combo, only thing that I know, our party never stops, always ready on the go/
Here it comes, watch your moms, filling up my iron lungs/
Never gonna stop, always wanted to pop/
Now we poppin poppin, ain't no floppin

I'm bout to seal my fate, watch me demonstrate as I kill what's on my dinner plate / 
We're big guns, call us heavyweight / 
Ready to debate anyone showing any hate. let's get it straight,this beat here is like my soul mate / 
May is our time, life is good now let us celebrate from baptism to our national day - it's all play / 
Who's the best? That question is rhetorical, stillmatic 2017 we bout to be historical /
 can't forget Røed, sander, fabi, kjeldstad and gus. We bring you to Cha just like a school bus.

STILLMATIC 2017

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