Try This
5.	Try This

(DJ Bokee)
Aye yo my mans
Tired of all these wack ass crews coming through, not bringing nothing new
You know what I’m saying?
Doing the same ole played out sound
So uh…I think we should try something new
You ready to try this?

(Maxx 39)
Lets act like it didn’t happen, weed got me so vexatious
Stare at yourself in the mirror, over anxious or over gracious?
Perhaps you need a facelift, words snap when I can chase it
So when opportunity knocks I cee to it with open bass hits
What does that mean you ask? Your mind’s a counter hoist the truth
But when realizations come you cannot counterpoise the two
Asking usually: what side of the street am I on?
Positive acts succeed when devilish grins are gone
Spawn a new seed of knowledge, open something historic
Don’t pray to empty space, that turns phantasmagoric
Find plasma to store it, your positive cells with equal balance
So hard to cee through peoples malice, when trife lives leads cee through actions
Like a director yelling madness into an actors tablets
I fiend usually for something that matters with deep but accurate passing’s
Lasting outlandish levels, losers can stare closely
They’re smiling when they’re roasting to the ill words that I be toasting
Post up in the shady spot. Sip, smoke and pop the poison
Hoist faith through doors open ajar, however you’re indirectly so indecisive
But they gave us smiles so cute
Look at the problem from the bottom you’ll cee wise to the truth
Do the good thing on the right foot; you’ll fit the size of the shoe
Then you can meet me at crepuscule so we can dine with the moon
I’m fine and my crew is a divine group of rhyme troops
Combine loops with a tribe scoop; that means: check the rhyme duke
BECAUSE
(DJ Bokee)
Ya’ll-don’t-know what you just stepped into
Got yourself caught up, trying to front on my crew
Come through, six pack of brew, plus two spliff’s
Get right, get nice then shoot the gift
Cause I’m too equipped when I move my lips
And tongue-get it done on the two and ones
Everybody in the spot, you can just have fun
All the dumb bullshit, don’t worry bout none of that
Bring it back to the program
Sick of wack pop acts trying to rap on tracks, singing hooks on a revamped old school slow jam
Look mom no hands, oh damn
It’s all about the classic shit
Make you do massive gymnastic flips
At the same time on the scholastic tip
And go spastic when the bombastic hit
This ain’t no dapper Dan, I’m spending plastic fam
And If you’re feeling this rhythm, then you should clap your hands
He got a macking plan; he called her back again
This one for all my women who just want to slap they man
Yo I could be your friend; yes I could be your lover
We could do this on the DL, like It was undercover
I’ll be your secret agent, packing 007
But won’t be chasing cause I’m already living in heaven
Me and my sister and brethren, packing the medicine, so let us In
Lets begin to dissolve all the tension
And then resolve all the issues-establish peace and respect
Instead of gassing up your people, you should keep them in check
(Maxx 39)
We the dope rising the gain, we the smoke riding the flame
This reminds me of Offspring on “Both Sides of the Brain”
Get choked deciding to change tracks like a transfer at forty second
A comic book author couldn't draw a weapon to us therefore I reckon
You realize your words when you speak them, double edge sword you cast
When you talk about how you whop ass then cry about your exes past, I laugh
In the streets they invented hell through dented shells
Over compensation for violence they like they play for the NFL
Post concussion I wrote assumptions of my life and laid it
You download it and played it, stored it in your special favorites playlist
But the over hatred from fear couldn't take it, are you upset at me?
Do you not respect the microphone telepathy? Best to be
A breath to breath of polluted negative energy, I center keys
Of pianos and straight vocals so you can try to read my recipe
(But) how dare I be selfish, of self I be healthy but less of a selfless fish
Baited over hatred, wealth and righteous help
Just stop the train for a minute, and reevaluate
It takes an hour to fully hate something, so now you wait over a sour taste
Your powers wasted, you left the light on when you left
I gave you this dope to do but do it to death, you ruin your steps
When you walked into our area, the forward motion of truth
Left you exactly where you were falling from, jumping from the roof

(Dr. ****)
Well done…. But for what purpose did you feel the need to search for freedom in your mentality? Ha-ha
(Maxx 39)
Freedom In my mentality? Well, I had to cross a bridge. You know what I’m saying? A bridge from, like, negativity to positivity. That allowed me mental freedom. Also deleting social diseases and you know, addressing to conformity that kind of helped to, you know what I mean?