| Song | Jackolantern's Weather |
| Artist | 311 |
| Album | Down |
| Lyrics：Hexum/Martinez Music：Sexton | |
| Well I beat a bad rap when I skip a soul trap | |
| Just trippin' and laughin' at the crap | |
| Dap is what I get the best skins that I hit | |
| You know we rock the fuckin' joint and we split | |
| Singin' an ryhmin's what i'm better for | |
| When I describe I'm a scribe with a metaphor | |
| I use a simile lightly 'cuz that shits played | |
| The common way most ryhmes are made, ya know | |
| I rock like this I flow like that | |
| But all those comparisons are just that | |
| Kickin' different styles I'll be right here | |
| Today, tomorrow, next week and next year | |
| I always say what I feel and that is a promise | |
| Nothing in life is above being honest | |
| Sauna is cool compared to being on stage | |
| But that's how it's gotta go in the stone age | |
| The fame in my game I name rapture | |
| Like a polished rock I'll make it shine for sure | |
| Word is that I've travelled become unravelled | |
| I been around the world baby gimme an apple | |
| I'll be your boogie man rather than son-of-sam | |
| What I am is what I am | |
| Though we don't have too long to love a day a night | |
| We only love those who,love us right back | |
| The kid is smart the kid is clever | |
| Stompin' in jack-o-lantern's weather | |
| Backpack strapped 'cuz the world is cold | |
| Headphones pumpin' don't ya know | |
| The kid is smart the kid is clever | |
| Stompin' in jack-o-latern's weather | |
| Rocks his hood and playes it mellow | |
| While maple leaves change into yellow | |
| And oh shit damn honey at it again | |
| Tryin' to beat my high score since the age of ten | |
| See my high score flash on the back glass | |
| I was malcontented doug in gifted class | |
| Now heres the deal we came to heal we gonna rock in rio | |
| Oh no it's not a joke it's how we feel | |
| Put to test like a sugar ray scientist | |
| I'm always dancing in my sunday best | |
| I'm betting on my bliss and my path is lit' see | |
| The microphone is live and I'm rockin' my body | |
| Smooth like reggie miller in an airborne freeze frame | |
| Funky like the kung-fu that can put you to shame | |
| CHORUS | |
| I'm like hey wait a minute | |
| Give a check on two then I' ready to begin it | |
| With a boom boom bap coming outta your trunkies | |
| Give a fat shout out to the phunk junkeez | |
| Striken like a cancer taken chances | |
| But I love to see the girl windin' like the belly dancer | |
| Standin' up front with a tight stomach showin | |
| Me on stage singin, flowin | |
| We just kickin' it live we just kickin' it live | |
| 'Cuz if you can't kick it live you gonna die | |
| 'Fraid so punk so quit talkin' junk | |
| You need a live show like a ball player needs a dunk |
| Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Sexton | |
| Well I beat a bad rap when I skip a soul trap | |
| Just trippin' and laughin' at the crap | |
| Dap is what I get the best skins that I hit | |
| You know we rock the fuckin' joint and we split | |
| Singin' an ryhmin' s what i' m better for | |
| When I describe I' m a scribe with a metaphor | |
| I use a simile lightly ' cuz that shits played | |
| The common way most ryhmes are made, ya know | |
| I rock like this I flow like that | |
| But all those comparisons are just that | |
| Kickin' different styles I' ll be right here | |
| Today, tomorrow, next week and next year | |
| I always say what I feel and that is a promise | |
| Nothing in life is above being honest | |
| Sauna is cool compared to being on stage | |
| But that' s how it' s gotta go in the stone age | |
| The fame in my game I name rapture | |
| Like a polished rock I' ll make it shine for sure | |
| Word is that I' ve travelled become unravelled | |
| I been around the world baby gimme an apple | |
| I' ll be your boogie man rather than sonofsam | |
| What I am is what I am | |
| Though we don' t have too long to love a day a night | |
| We only love those who, love us right back | |
| The kid is smart the kid is clever | |
| Stompin' in jackolantern' s weather | |
| Backpack strapped ' cuz the world is cold | |
| Headphones pumpin' don' t ya know | |
| The kid is smart the kid is clever | |
| Stompin' in jackolatern' s weather | |
| Rocks his hood and playes it mellow | |
| While maple leaves change into yellow | |
| And oh shit damn honey at it again | |
| Tryin' to beat my high score since the age of ten | |
| See my high score flash on the back glass | |
| I was malcontented doug in gifted class | |
| Now heres the deal we came to heal we gonna rock in rio | |
| Oh no it' s not a joke it' s how we feel | |
| Put to test like a sugar ray scientist | |
| I' m always dancing in my sunday best | |
| I' m betting on my bliss and my path is lit' see | |
| The microphone is live and I' m rockin' my body | |
| Smooth like reggie miller in an airborne freeze frame | |
| Funky like the kungfu that can put you to shame | |
| CHORUS | |
| I' m like hey wait a minute | |
| Give a check on two then I' ready to begin it | |
| With a boom boom bap coming outta your trunkies | |
| Give a fat shout out to the phunk junkeez | |
| Striken like a cancer taken chances | |
| But I love to see the girl windin' like the belly dancer | |
| Standin' up front with a tight stomach showin | |
| Me on stage singin, flowin | |
| We just kickin' it live we just kickin' it live | |
| ' Cuz if you can' t kick it live you gonna die | |
| ' Fraid so punk so quit talkin' junk | |
| You need a live show like a ball player needs a dunk |