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Yo, yo Bring in the big guns, weapons is ready In the square shoot the heady reppin the yeti is ready Bout time last train from Gun Hill, Dunn chill Stay filled with exhiliration from one kill Yo, rock for ? row dont tempt me Smack the drum black, black rap Jack Dempsey You get laced without a trace just for takin up space Bill Bill the bombville you still catch a Gas Face For real

He walks around each day, like nothing can touch him Even though he knows that life is coming to punch him But nah he aint scared, he aint running, nah stuff it Cause thats leave a fat dumb kid huffing and puffing Hidden away all of his feelings behind that mask No one can see the real him, if hes about to cry or laugh Hide emotions from the world until he writes the bars Hes staying cold, metal mind cause life is hard Painting pictures with his words like Picasso or Da Vinci Many smudged with metaphors while he sketches some clearly Until he sculpted the mask everyday he was crushed nearly So he turned cold, bitter, detached, what a glum pity Sixty seconds in and his head is now aching Pent up with rage, need to vent his frustration Trapped as his body still tries defending a station Thats lost in a war fated for the end devastation Steady breathing, Behind the Mask Maybe sleeping, Behind the Mask You wont see him, Behind the Mask You can not know the man whos Behind the Mask So this kid has grown up apparently filled with intelligence But hes of Indian decent so I guess that hes a terrorist As he tears his wrist, hidden cause he cannot tell em this So all of this causes him to be his own nemesis Shelving it, these problems have stacked higher than Everest What happened to the potential he had, blame him, hes wrecking it It was all on the line, told us hed give up never, its Seeming as if hell be the dumbest bright kid who has ever lived Been a few years, failed attempts, sleepless nights Behind this mask hes numb cause dark eyes aint seeing light But on the outside hes fine, an actor faking feelings right? They cant tell it aint him, this is now his demons life And he hates it, this fake-ness, like a Kardashian naked Hes patiently waiting for a way of escaping All the rage and the shaking swearing hes gonna make it What happens if he doesnt and his life ends with him failing? Steady breathing, Behind the Mask Maybe sleeping, Behind the Mask You wont see him, Behind the Mask You can not know the man whos Behind the Mask

Dept. of Rec. ft. MF DOOM - “12 Steps Til Doom” OK, the first mistake you made was opening your mouth And when the piehole expanded, another kid came out through original repping With new styles verbatim, Secondly, you sniffing me is known for feeding the style Didn’t bother, wasn’t worth the while to take a timeout Basically, you took your rhyme out, written on paper The same rap you used before, the same rap you’ll use later You’re just playing. You like your father be Like when he be on some, “Get out of here, kid. You bother me” Like an old dog, no new tricks, please He needs a quick fix to ease these hoes. His dick’s teased By high noon, we’ll see who got the quicker draw Twist up a sycamore from door to the liquor store Hell and back. Who got the dro? I got the L, black Emailing Adam 12 and tell him, “Bring the twelve-pack” I’ll watch you take your first step, Twelve steps ‘til doom, I’ll watch you take your first step, Twelve steps ‘til doom, Another mad important aspect you be lacking is Controlling your intake of oxygen when you’re rapping Basically, you hacking, far from clear passages like you ran a marathon while having asthma Speak the destruction when you ain’t saying nothing Entertaining to read, but trying to explain something Science terminology, there’s no creativity Absolutely devoid of all originality No matter how hard you try, you can’t shift the sinners Some cats get it like the opening night jitters Or maybe not. This flow is like a rabies shot To hip hop. Rappers is on my nerves like Baby Bop This style I keep piled up The type of shit, when I spit it, it get the crowd riled up On stage, still got it and nice with mine With a potbelly like Captain Kirk for Priceline It’s clear you aged in mind, that you’re back here Happening trends cause distaste from last year’s Wardrobe you spent figuring—more so Than actually practicing on rap styles and more flows Now you go ten levels deep for your weak show But your lines ran wrong—that’s what the snare is for That’s what the drums there for. Heard of basslines That pace time? I guess not—that’s why you waste mine Me and the mic is like best of friends like the Egghead cat in class who never stresses when the test end Root for the home team, shoot for the dome, gleam He’s so clean—not only with term but roam the scene Of the rhymes. I suspect foul play Plain as day is how, now, “Brown cow,” I’ll say Nowaday example how we stay ill as Illadelph It’s only the end of the world—chill, don’t kill yourself Ayyo, I’ll watch you take your first step, Twelve steps ‘til doom, I’ll watch you take your first step. Twelve steps ‘til doom Ayyo, I’ll watch you take your first step, Twelve steps ‘til doom, Ayyo, we’ll watch you take your first step, Twelve steps ‘til doom,

Finale, Check, Check ViKINGZ, Check On a lyrical high on cloud 9 Good Vibez R.I.P. Trayvon Martin Rare, Hip Hop got me sweating Back & forth wet gravel pitching & Im hitting Planning till eons, About to lean & shoot like leon Glow bright like a neon Imperial, gotta be in top so reciprocal As I total recall killing mics is my protocol Double edged sword, pierces like jaws Theme song, wuh wuh wuuuuh From the holster make them draws Glass jaws when in hulk mode, red, so Turn to stewie when I need my money owed Fix up hommes, Look like a true homme Its disrespect if I ever beat in my home Hands on both cheeks, under the covers, home alone Hate when pride lingers, it goes on & on, on your face, nuh linga Holding on the boomerang Both thumbs behind the buckle like my name was pootie tang Had grudges on my back similar to atlas Found Christ, then loved my neighbors at last Blasting emos, redruming their mentality Take time, patience, you will get your money Its not sticky but jam? Hare motion Lowkey flex before they jel man Please take notion, Forget Bitter Subjects Cut their connections, Rip BS heads from their twisted necks The bill to high, my real bro is Clinton Wouldnt see that nigga even if I had permission Emit mad hate & hell be steel smashin Its unbelievable, my granddad still smashin; Aiming from stealth height onto a Stone Island Factory workers, prepare for landing At least you stay strong fam Snooze you lose in life You end up in, wonderland On a lyrical high on cloud 9 At the end of the day its just me, myself and I Being optimistic, please dont kill my high The fuel I run on is called Good Vibez On a lyrical high on cloud 9 At the end of the day its just me, myself and I A sudden change causes a lot mazza Through my ups & downs I shout cawabunga On a lyrical high on cloud 9 At the end of the day its just me, myself and I Being optimistic, please dont kill my high The fuel I run on is called Good Vibez On a lyrical high on cloud 9 At the end of the day its just me, myself and I A sudden change causes a lot mazza Through my ups & downs I shout cawabunga Snap out of it kiddo, Ok, whatever Kidult Why are you still broke, Dont speak brokenese kinfolk Off licence, degrading other mcs Its common sense to draw their files to see if their now deceased Sin City Theme I praise eloheim Relive my dreams and nightmares, Evolve a teen with prayers Obssessed with Royal faces, Silohuotte figures who move in paces Solemen with rhythm lace this, Enemies who chase Rich Cut out the wicked one like stencil Niggas locked in cages for bussin lead, thats what I call a pencil Conduct on that premise, Formula formed like chemist She dont know slang, does she know what a pen is Apply different strokes hardcore like Bruce willis Its the alchemist, ignoring all my voltas, whatever happens I shout Hakuna matata, also cawabunga On a lyrical high on cloud 9 At the end of the day its just me, myself and I Being optimistic, please dont kill my vibez The fuel I run on is called Good Vibez On a lyrical high on cloud 9 At the end of the day its just me, myself and I A sudden change causes mazza Through my ups & downs I shout cawabunga On a lyrical high on cloud 9 At the end of the day its just me, myself and I Being optimistic, please dont kill my vibez The fuel I run on is called Good Vibez On a lyrical high on cloud 9 At the end of the day its just me, myself and I A sudden change causes mazza Through my ups & downs I shout cawabunga

World Domination , You better tune into my station And if you didnt know, I got a wild imagination Domination , you better tune into my station And if you didnt know, I got that best investigation World Domination, got more fire tunes than a station Spit your four bars with your so-called rap nation Nope, Im not 21, but hang around them Haitians And if you wanna spit some bars you gotta master patience And if you wanna spit more heat Like fire verses in this beat You gotta tune into my station Its World Domination World Domination , You better tune into my station And if you didnt know, I got a wild imagination Domination , you better tune into my station And if you didnt know, I got that best investigation So you sneak diss on one You use mouth instead of tongue And it doesnt end here, I mean it only just begun Its like a nuisance You a peasant, a sibling, Im a Prince Dont step up to me or dont try to be hard You only do that to yourself, you cant even spell retard This the final 8, so Ill allow to end it here I add one more line just to say back off you whack bearded musketeer World Domination , You better tune into my station And if you didnt know, I got a wild imagination Domination , you better tune into my station And if you didnt know, I got that best investigation World Domination Its a good mix, a combination 24 degrees, rhymes hotter than a population 5 Great Nations Its better than that thing with vegetation Final verse, come back with the fire Put it on Empire Promote this rap like Eminem with pliers And if you didnt know, this going big and live on the maker Its bigger than your house of wood and come without the paper!

Well you know who spill rhymes to spit hurls Killed it like a dude doin time for hittin girls And tellin, smash handheld shell skin Crash van on bell in, felt twelve spin Hot molten metal from out hells kettle Ill dent health bill, take pills and settle Cement mental will Bent it in like a dent in grill It happened before once but went still Fool me twice Keep in mind the golden rule be nice Jewelry with ice prices sold to a fool Goin through schools showing on whos all ghouls Knowing new tools, flowing drool pools Thinkin its a joke, must be smoking Kool wools Not so thurst to take no old lady purse Everybody got a mama, ladies first Crazy verse

Look Im wildin to the point, beyond captivation Its hard to be active, without the activation The act of patience, is fucking torture Cause the longer that I wait, these niggas think Its a pass, to take it ... Im too stubborn to allow the interference Cause im barely getting by, with my attitude and appearance So im making this, taking this, Shaffership rap Never could relate to this, based on hits, tracing this track These niggas called me a hater, but this is how I curve it Im just mad, the niggas getting rewarded, just dont deserve it Yeah, im salty motherfucker, you niggas is slugs Yall fucking soft, it seems like, all yall need is a hug Sentimental, cause your daddy, and your mom dont get along But im the reason, cause you caught me, and your mommy in a thong Put your clothes on girl, this little nigga trippin Ill be downstairs, waiting on your ass in the kitchen, bitch Disrespect I praise that, bars, you couldnt phase that Been a place, of Compton and Long Beach, where im raised at Face facts, dont care, if you criticize or rape me Im like Malcolm X, I want yall motherfuckas to hate me, nigga Michael Cera night, im Superbad, this super pen and pad Got niggas angry, and super mad, I.O.G.B., important four letters Cause its nothing but improvement, bitch, its only getting better Its only getting crazier, as long, as im alive So im thinking that they after me, I just need to survive Either get them or get got, shoot for greatness or get shot I never sugarcoat it, so might fuck around and get popped Speaking the truth, get you casted out, ive been a loner, all my life So fuck it, ill take the faster route Ask about my life, ima take my lyrics, and pass em out Its more than change, arranging the game, changes, with cash amounts The bitches smell successful tension, from a mile away Thinking they gone pull him, by running a quarter mile a day Better start embracing this moment, because this styles gone fade The real nigga, decides to stay

Big up all the Monsta Island massive And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid Who asked me what we dont got that you got son For one flow thats elementary my dear Watson Secondly, ever since I was little Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap With no hands, I chopped these drums off, truly yours, G Rap Actual fact, relax In this land of lyrical lost, black, Im not the cool sleestak The one who might stop and talk to you Poisoned a few, niggas who be biting styles Im like pork too Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly When I got blues I chew whole crews thats bud dry So I ask why the styes from the cess Shit be fucking with my eye as I pull it to the chest The super motherfucking villain grip the mic with an iron hand Throwing MCs to the fire from out the frying pan It aint no use in trying, man, son stop crying Fronting like you death-defying, you need to stop lying Speak your piece only once youre spoken to first Now let me hear your verse while Im choking you With well refined rhymes like a editor Throw them to my collections of skulls and spines like Predator Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound was Jet Jaguar and James Brown Aint you glad I took the time to write their names down to big em up Id like to say, Hi, its Sci.Fly the odd Merlin Thats quick to whip up a script like Rod Serling Who eye on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling Who see God toke but never see God hurlin My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose Back to you MF DOOM, you late show host S to the U to the P E R-uh Who chronicle these times in a 3D horror Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama Who break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower Lone gunman who candidly flip fly flows Single-handedly with one eye closed In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay Thats that n a smash way how he did it Motherfucker probably couldnt peep it past a minute Exquisite scripts, that quick shit, go with flow Thats how we do it though

This is the voice of Zimbabwe This was when the mask was brand spanking new Before it got rusted from dranking all the brew Need to join the crew, super quick, save the nation Silver PlayStation player pad for my homie that I had So emotional I am watching extra corny re-runs of Kablam Nickelodi Brody Secret agent like Cody Banks, getting the honey Spending the money, waffles and honey, Im pretty basic Lets face it, if I was you... You would most probably only listen to the DOOM He got mad flows of the griddle Built just like a samurai sword Super hard, but damn you if you think he brittle Spitting sour metaphors But the punctuation sweet as a skittles Mix it with Rubina Drink it with your local drug dealer But always remember to map the exit Bless it! Like a pedo with a mission Kicking chicken lines at wives who soul missing Old dissing penny deadly, Tunnybunny mad friendly But you think im overflowing with envy? Na na! I need to give it to the man Always took my Hip-Hop IQ back to zero I could never get my crumby finger on a comic G But guarantee, Madvillain was the hero And thats about the size of it Beat-biters unite, but if you down with it All caps, all caps when you say the mans name And thats word to the Dumile

Check, check Yeah One-two, one-two Here we go DOOM So happy i got through Tell me its not true That you got fuckin deported Talk about retarded I bought two of your last seven inches Its my lunch hour I brought nothin but gun powder But ya gotta tell me, whats new I got a lot to do It came as quite a shock When i heard my man doin the inside-a talk On a podcast sayin you got writers block So i thought i would write you this letter Who knows, maybe ya could even light a spark I just got my eyebrows trimmed And now i look 25 again My boys are not 5 and 10 Their 10 and 8 And neither are ever gonna menstruate How the hell do you live away from your babies Id rather try and pay for a Mercedes In other words, sounds like a bad deal As a dad, i cant even imagine how you feel It defies the social contract Whats up with the bi-coastal contact The telepathy signals got disrupted transatlantic My bars cause other emcees stands a panic Ha ha made ya clap Hey Sway hows the state of rap Pretentious, facetious, empty i hate you Questlove gave me a gang of beats when my 2nd son was born And ive been makin demos since, the kind of under perform But yo im workin on em, im makin progress Im the trifecta, i got a crazy process Im still obsessed with rhymes and thatll never stop But supportin a family in brooklyn And makin a worried, good-looking women happy makes my head pop But trust me, my new joints can make a dead cop do the wop Im a rap bat from back when tap that didnt mean snapchat Plus im workin on YOUNGMAN with Paul And i should have somethin bumpin by fall And somethin to see, a bump Talk about good company The men behind the cameras coach ryan My sons baseball coach He and his team took down sheldon silver A felon super villager Now a fallen figure Made a fuss, later cuz You the greatest there ever was Well second greatest, rakims number one The

Elmos out in the hood one morning So pissed off that he put out a warning Said if he ever see Ernie or Bert, swear on his life that they gonna get hurt Cause Bert and Ern got a hood operation Heard sellin Os was a good occupation So they came with a foolproof plan To go in the business and make a few grand But everything around heres Elmos turf Ever since he first had beef with the smurf All he ever found was a little white hat Stained with the blue blood couldnt strike back Once again, gotta prove hes no slouch Gets on the phone, calls Oscar the Grouch Tells him hell get ten-thousand a head For Bert and Ern if theyre both found dead Grouch is a big thug, carries a K And somebodys always getting carried away When he come around trippin Them boys better not come around slippin, theyll be underground drippin Grovers outside, in front of Crown Chicken Trying to talk Zoe into coming down strippin They see Grouch and they hop in the store Grouch starts shootin, they drop to the floor So whys he shootin at him and the bitch? Word on the street is Grovers a snitch Turns states evidence Got Big Bird locked, gave cops the address to his residence For the right kind of presidents You can get shot on the spot, no hesitance But anyway, the drive-by fail Ernie on the run, Grouch hot on the trail Bert said enough of this Got on the phone, called his own hitman, Snuffleupagus He said we got a problem, Snuff... Elmos mad and this boy dont bluff He wants me and Ern in the morgue, but I aint going out like Kermit the Frog He got both legs chopped off And died with some fries on the side and some hot sauce They had a business connection Now Miss Piggys in the witness protection Bert said we gotta act first... cause I aint gonna ride in the back of a black hearse... Moms dressed up in the black church... With a black dress and a black purse Snuff said dont sweat it... Elmo and his whole team gon get it... But it wont be a fun job... So I brought in my homeboy, Spongebob Snuffy and Sponge ridin round in the funk Elmo and Count out front gettin drunk Sponge, he got a 9 Snuffy got a big black sword of punk that he keeps in the trunk They jump out the car like a scene in a movie Count throws his cape back, dude got an uzi He lets off every shot in the gun 400 rounds and he counted each one Elmos smilin, hes so cunning He knew they were coming, so hes not running Grouch pops out of a trash can, gunning Shooting every which-a-way Shots like picture day Sound like the Vietnam War Snuffy catch four, Spongebob gets away You wonder how he escaped? Snuffy didnt know that Sponge was a snake Hes been hanging with Elmos crew since he fell out with Patrick back in 02 They jump in the truck and they ride out On their way to Bert and Erns hideout They had Spongebob show the way He was over there just the other day They lock and load it with a full clip But yall know, this is pure bullshit

Two two one-two... How Doom hold heat, and preach non-violence? Shhh, he bout to start the speech, cmon, silence On one scary night, I saw the light Heard a voice that sound like Barry White said Sure youre right Dont let me find out who tried to bite They better off goin to fly a kite in a firefight During tornado time with no coat then I caught ya Wrote the book on rhymes, a note from the author With no headshot, he said its been a while Got a breadwinner style to get a inner child up in to smile And thats no exaggeration The doctor told a patient Its all in your imagination negro Ahh, what do he know? About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego Trippin, to date the Metal Fellow been rippin flows Since New York plates was ghetto yellow with broke blue writing This is too exciting Folks leave out the show feelin truly enlightened They say The Villain been spittin enough lightning To rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton, aight then Yeah, check, its enough Uhh, yeah, now How Med hold heat like Clint East is reborn? Lethal with more holes than a dartboard Haters watch him, Hennessy double shot drink Like the answer to the problems at the bottles bottom Uhh, from the {?} that homey pay how you owe me My niggas take no like Kobe Even with the the arms of the Hawk, you couldnt hold me From gettin mines, stogies be rolled, smokin and gettin by Thanks to rap I aint got a dime Got me sneakin out of checkout lines with bottles by the waistside Yeah, smack em in the face, let em taste pride Face trial, end up washed up like the shorelines Do or die ride, how the dead return Street turns, keep me in this dirt, like an earthworm What he spit hits and grows, will brothers ever learn Worth a word, chat with a nerd, meeting adjourned

Im doing meth in a cab from my lab Stolen from Dexter, I play a better game like chess to checkers Im tryna register in her rectum Zays rippin any septum tryna intercept em When I say my actions, Im ignorant Correct em? Ill bring an evil blessing in half of a second Im not even flexing, since the first time I was erected Ive been more fucked up than niggas get arrested Im not addicted to drugs, theyre my best friends That hug my genitals and help me pick up a pen Break into crack house, take the back route Bums in there assed out, I got dirty cash now Stop throwing rocks, you live in a glass house Cause I bring the bats out, hit you where it hurts til you pass out Im starting a cult, Rockets In Revolt With the anger and charisma of a thousand electric volts Killing anybody who votes, fuck a president If he aint aiming for anarchy, we aint electing shit Cause I dont fuck with you happy faggots I like life when its tragic, to me good shit never happens Im actually depressed, dont know if Ill make it with rapping Been doing it since I was ten, turned into my favorite habit Shit, I love it more than fapping And thats a giant accolade cause this kids fucking nasty I know Im a weirdo, no need to remind me Im actually advanced, at the wrong timings when you find me I aint tryna fit in, bitch who is you kidding? Im not with that normal livin or rhythm And beats when Im going in em Im a rocket ship shawty, but fuck Kid Ink And whenever I say fuck you, I mean it The meanest villain giving kids in Africa diseases Genocide is the better side of humanity Dont get mad at me, its not fair how I see my vanity Call me your majesty, reacting drastically Battling MCs and destroying them unfashionably They saying the kids hot, well I do manage heat And Im a Spanish freak, music above average geek Im needed for chaos like plutonium Everything here is dope, Datura Stramonium Bitch

MF DOOM & MF Grimm - “Return to Monsta Island” They are huge. All have lovely destructive powers. With these, we shall conquer Earth Return back to Monsta Island Jet Jag summon all Monstas Uh Open shows Like a shank, headliners bleed to death. Rhyming After us, you’re wasting your breath. When We step off stage, fans get up and leave Caught stealing our show, locked up for death Your video is dope, a lot of special effects Very entertaining, but, on stage, you’re a wreck Open up, but, still, we’re top billing Kong, Spiga, MeccaGodZilla Invizabul Man, King Cesar, Megalon Biolante, Smog, King Geedorah, Ray Long Rodan, Kamackeris, Gigan There’s no crew that can fuck with our fam Let me make it clear: Jet Jaguar’s the man People run in fear, knocking over buildings Military coming with the tanks, so we stop ‘em Stronghold affiliates, we merge with ‘em Combine, Strong Monstas. Hard, we hit ‘em Fucking up the industry, together we get ‘em Cryptic, Atoms Family, Vast Aire Vordul, Dub-L, Immortal Technique We make ears bleed when we speak Whether Rayna Shine around a Pen full of Poison Rainmakerz get the paper, buy some acres Fuck around, getting nothing by the Lakers Respect us. You don’t have to like us We bring the ruckus, shut you down like Rawkus When we’re not around, our competition screams fuck us But when we’re in their face, they just suck us Because they’re suckers Get it? Uh Back to the chorus Return back to Monsta Island Jet Jag summon all Monstas Uh C-Rayz Walz, Poison Pen, Lord Smog , Invizabul Man, Rayna Shine, Jet Jaguar Superstar , Breez Evahflowin’, Vast Aire, Cryptic , Hangar 18, Large Professor, Jon Doe, Prophetix. X-Ecutioners , niggas, Roc Raida, Day By Day. Uh, uh, uh. Kurious. Uh, The Mighty V.I.C. The mighty M.I.C. from NYC. Yves St. Larock, J. Marty. East Coast, we bring it back. PMD, Khadafi. What, what? Nigga, we’re Strong over here. Strong Monstas, M.I.C., Parallel Thought. M.I.C., M.I.C., M.I.C. Uh, uh, uh. Matt

POP, POP, POP, POP POP, POP, POP... Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn Niggas been sleep, now yawn new born To the break of dawn, we be Kausin Mad Drama Like hot butter on Ima, mindbender, I love tender skins gender Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender Im the spender, of every red cent til Im stomped Rock for the Kause, its no comp cause we deep like a swamp Zev Love a brother I never budges I hold everything from mics to like grudges I wont let a bygone be a bygone Back to play the bitch niggas like a fly horn Im controllin all you snakes with, hookin up the cakes With hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake up Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman? Pass the gat man, the God fin to make it go pop A lot like the kid I used to break with Way back when like eighty-four at my last look Hes lookin to get his ass whupped, and his cash took That and a old school flavor like a bomber Like hot butter on Yeah I wont funk fake, so let your toast go Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit Quick to make a cherry, make em feel like Mary In hot butter So big shit, well dig it I rock shit I wig it I cock shit, I drink it, to lick off the wicked Weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns And boogie with the fly freak unique hons You got the runs, well we be runnin shit on the underrated list Im never played, and so were Constipated But so, what? Im runnin shit in my pajamas Like hot butter on Like hot butter, you cant see this Cause Im the realest, on your breakfast toast yo C.M., on your breakfast toast Constipated Mind, on your breakfast toast On your breakfast toast...

Villain, man, never ran with krills in his hand and Wont stop rockin til he clocked in a gazillion grand Tillin the wasteland sands Raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin fan He rest when hes ashes Ask em after ten miles in his ga-lashes, smashes stashes Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster They supposed ta know, it show when his aura glow Get from out the row, when he get dough its horrible Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess The ten case of cave a chicken chest S Yes yall the dub will get ya trickles The best ballers pitch in and rub to get a nickels But tut tut, he about to change the price again It go up each time he blow up like hydrogen Villain here, have em shrillin in fear And wont stop top illin til he a gazillionaire Grillin stare, yeah ya boy had drama Got em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma Once sold an inbred skinhead a nigga joke Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke I thought I told em, Firing pins was separate He find out later when he tries to go and rep it Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah Charged an advance to translate it and ignored it, sorta One monkey dont stop no slaughter A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border Know the drill, it aint worth the overkill Flow skill, still theres no thrill Villa bill ya ten K bills in his pilla Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with— —Dilla, mix, mix, mix Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick Sketch lyric, bet cha bottom nick on some vic Ick from the drumstick, come with the dumb shtick Sick slick, hidden in a book The only way they find it if youre spittin in a hook Listen, dont look now, keep walkin Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin Hawk men stalkin hear that we hawkin often Coughin to a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then Hes like Worf, some say stronger though Off the top Jay Strongbow, play along bro Wear a mask like yo off the Gong Show Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro For ya info when hes not practicin Jim Crow Or actressin and some nympho bimbo Hes playin Ray J the old tape DOOM—well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape Fill it to the rim like brim Villain and ya wont find him in no gym Probably a foggy bog with the frogs With a dot on the guard as he squat on a log Half cocked and half baked Used to keep a full stock of work, half rocked and half shake My mistake, sign a track agreement For more Gs than lines and cracks in the cement In any event its fake like wrestlin Get em like Jake The Snake on mescalines Ahem, elixir for the dry throat Tried to hit the high note, Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote By remote, send in the meat wagon Braggin MCs packed in with they feets draggin These stats are staggerin Had his PhD in indiscreet street hagglin Villain, his agenda is clear Endin this year with dividends to spare, here Its not meant for the seein Went through the ceilin after enterin his center bein A new meanin to sales through the roof Guaranteed raw and saw his truth was truth, proof Its the return of the tramp Who do a duet jam when Ernest Goes To Camp For the right earn - namean like Vern We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn Jiminy crickets He gets lucky like winnin free tickets off SimplyLyrics One mans waste is another mans soap Sons fan base know the brotha mans dope A real weirdo with a bugged rare flow And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow He wears a mask so the charge wont grab On a rooftop with a large stone slab Heads up, talk white and thought niggerish Refuse to walk tight and got his off the vigorish Black licorice and equally as yucky How he handled the money was strictly Dan Stuckie Monkey hustle, man on fire Later for the date than the Hadron Collider And cost more, it be seemin like a style DOOM leave the competition steamin like a pile Smile, ding! Sparklin jewels In effect like alternate side of the street parkin rules Fools, the roach was never dead Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head Instead it was depicted as flicked in Split, the wicks lit

X-Ray Da Mindbenda ft. MF DOOM ft. Pebbles the Invisible Girl - “Doomsday ” Mic check When I was led to you I knew you were the one for me I swear the whole world could feel you emcee Yo I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop Hold mics like ponytails: tight and bob a lot Stop, stick around, come through and dig the sound Of the fly, brown, sickled, sicko psycho who throws his dick around Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap It’s an intricate plot of a b-boy strapped Femstat cats get kidnapped, then release A statement to the press, let the rest know who did that Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility Broken household name usually said in hostility Um... what is MF? You silly I’d like to take “Duns to the Death” for two milli’ “Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!” That’s an audio daily double Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble Watch your own back. Came in and go out alone, black Stay in the zone, turn H2O to Cognac On Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘til I go back to the essence and it say it on my tomb The unmarked grave, “Yeah, it’s DOOM” The one they call the Super like the super light hair groom He wrote this one in B.C.D.C. O-section If you don’t believe me, go get bagged and check then Cell number 17, up under the top bunk I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk But pop the trunk on C-Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped God forbid, if ain’t no escape, blame MF tape Definition: “Supervillain,” a killer who love children One who is well-skilled in destruction as well as building While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer I’m trading science fiction with my man, the live lifer A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime. Get out My face, asking ‘bout my case. You need toothpaste Refresher mint, monkey-style nigga the Dentadent And dope fiends still in their teens, shook niggas turn Witness, real mens mind their own business That’s the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that’s Double Dutch, how come I hold the microphone double-clutch C.O.’s make rounds, never had ox found On shakedown, lockdown, wet dreams of Fox’ Brown On Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘til I go back to the essence and it say it on my tomb The unmarked grave, “Yeah, it’s DOOM” The one they call the Super like the super light hair groom Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘til I go back to the essence and it say it on my tomb The unmarked grave. The streets said, “DOOM All he need is some elbow room, some head room” Some M-er F-ers don’t like how Sally walk I’ll tell y’all fools it’s hella cool how ladies from Cali talk Never let it interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang Nicknames for nibbling tip of nipple: Metal Fang Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang, known amongst Foes for flows without no talking orangutans Only gin and Tang guzzled out a rusty tin Can. Me and this mic is like yin and yang Clang! Crime don’t pay. Listen, youth It’s like me holding up the line at the kissing booth I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth Spitting all out the sunroof through her missing tooth But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife Strong enough to please a wife, able To drop today’s math in the 48 keys of life Cut the crap. Far as rap, touch the mic Get the same shit a Arab will do to you for stealing What the Devil? He on another level It’s a word! No, a name! MF the Supervillain! Doomsday When I was led to you I knew you were the one for me I swear the whole world could feel you emcee

Mic check one-two Arrogant elegant gentleman its apparent A veteran kickin rhymes but not American Here and you might rock So splendid and intelligent Control my temperament steadily As I readily destroy Everybody was sloppy or trying to challenge me Copy My staff will probably be molly whopping the rocky Cause my rappings extravagant Yeah Im baffling your fax Spits skill so far You rapping out your ass Fucking dildo bars No travel with our Rav Man I will go far And I kill of course Kill those bars Skits so raw Schizo wild Man that schizo loud Represent jitter games Spits so proud Spits so smart till your head goes BLOW Your friends go odd Girlfriend goes down Wait- Great minds think alike Wait I dont think That we think Not a bit alike Which means that yall are not great minds No fresh bars just write fake rhymes Im sublime Find me with the best hoe Being first to the crime Then I will be on death row What a corny line That was just a test yo Its funny how that rhyme was better than your best though Yes yes yo Bars exponential Dope rapper graduate check the credentials No dont exaggerate thread from the threshold Yall mentally sub-average and thats how youre special Yeah fuck it fuck fuck fuck it Rav comes through hes the top hot topic Rock like a mosh pit no Glock in my pocket But still Imma pop these sharp large rockets Gosh Rav why you go so hard with them low cold bars like a flow go-cart No more smartass rappers want to battle Im hazardous to handle cause Im oh so sharp Im a splendid dude sick art in a man If imma offended dude slit arteries fast Yeah its R to the AV With a Glock on the AV Shooting cops in the ass Spit bars till I pass Im a bear yeah you hear? Back in the shooter Youre inferior its clear Imma blast bullets through ya You so scared I have no fear you know Ravs on that cool shit Like yeah we were there and ash is a loser Yeah its R to the AV And Im armed with a MAC You better start looking back if you aint part of the pack Dodging, find an infrared dot on your back Sensations of pills from my Klonopin pack Yeah pop bring it back Rav is in the house Make some ice tea and pass it all around I dont drink alcohol but yall drink alcohol Sneak behind the bar spike yall with Tylenol Mass suicide I laugh while you die yeah hoe Rav is so wild that no surprise best know Grab me some ice pass me the rice yeah low Thousand people die but that wont suffice hell no

Come out to show them... Like, open the bruise up and let some of the bruise blood come out to show them Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them {storm howls} Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them... {echoes} {guitar sound, coughing fit} Music Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex And grass will change your musical habits, for the better {scratched: Americas most blunted!} {Soon as he start sleepin, catchin you off guard} {If youll all gather closer at the phonograph} Where Quas at? {Yo!} Doom, you got the trees? {Americas most blunted!} Quas, when he really hit scar mode Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a BlacknMild See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part The list top gold, bust before beef start At the StopnGo Mart, actin like a spirit host done it {Americas most blunted!} Yeah, yo Doom nominated for the best rolled Ls And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated Some say buddhad, some say faded Someday pray that he will grow a farm barn full Recent research show its not so darn harmful Sometimes you might need to detox It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox Off spite to your surprise Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it {Americas most blunted!} {Comin kinda stupid from the station} {blunted} {Amazing loops, loops, loops..} {blunted} {The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter} Yo I cant find that nigga Metal Face nowhere {Americas most blunted!} Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom Consume weed and drink brew til we perfume the room The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven Shady.. you can even ask my reverand Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold I spark the lah, but dont {fuck} with speed or trees with seeds Quasimoto crew, we get keyed The most blunted on the map The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat Hoodrat.. when you try to react {belch} Even your pops got smacked Even your moms got cracked Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed Drop X so you can have good sex I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank I got the fat sack {shh} all day Im on it Who are we? {Americas most blunted!} {Comin kinda stupid from the station} {blunted} {Amazing loops, loops, loops..} {blunted} {Americas most blunted!} Creativity, its a known fact that grass increases creativity From eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that theyre More creative stoned, than straight. So remember! M-A-R-I-J-U... {xylophone} ... A-J-U-A-N-A {xylophone} Mari-ah.. {xylo} ..juana {xylo} Mari-whana {xylo} {laughter}

As the clock ticks, he plays the low NY sticks Pause, deep cover, binocular optics Only spotted a rice grain on a chopstick Zoomed out to notice a shiny badge, officer dropkick Mustve been pork fries, spit a chunk of fodder at his partner As he put the ride in park, I see both eyes staring out the opposite side On the block as they spied, a fiend glide by Hotter than July, what a bullshit disguise Vest bulging through the sides, aviator hides Its just 5 past lunch rush, last time a fast guy took a dive Step lively, look alive The city dont sleep or take naps And wont easily concede to jake traps How quick he make scraps through fake daps Either the trees, the D, or cracks that break snap Choose your poison, amusing or annoyin Just be sure to avoid the blues in them boys n em They not toyin, taxpayers help employ em They turn around and treat em more worser than the goyim Soarin past the krilla to the other wearin denim Lees They real dirty, plain clothes enemies Tend to be pretending in it to end the dudes legacy With numbers that run concurrent, still itd be a century Or end in a heartbeat, them streets damned For simply just tryna eat and feed fam The drug war turned out to be a complete sham All the while throughout the system, a beat jam Not my problem, hes here to watch the watchers to the last shift And get paid good if who ask if And be ready to blast through the hood, dont let your mask shift And put that work in overtime to the last sniff

Gettin somewhat macho Make a little gold and call myself El Dorado Got a strong arm like my name was Johnny Bravo But that could just from all the tawny pr0no I kill white women and drive a bloody Bronco It would explain a lot though The Five-O couldn’t even catch me dippin in Pāhoa Should switch to a Tahoe, sheriffs be nippin in pronto They pull up to me like “Sean bro, gettin off in public is a no no” As if I didn’t know though, I just like to show foes That I’m like Herman slash Edgar Allen Poe so I make you clip my grove, and stow you in my stove And turn you into Meatloaf for all my pretty hoes It just goes to show that if you don’t get my flow I’ll serve you like fast food, “is that for here or to go?” Who the fuck passed you the mic? And said that you could flow? Point em out bitch I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic? And said that you could flow? Point em out bitch I wanna know Mixin with zirconium Can’t say I fuck with the stramonium But my words come alive like Ben Stiller in the Smithsonian Get cleansed like a custodian, you know me then, you stupid fools I sit atop you like a stool, and drop one for extra measure too I’m not rude I just know that straight edge means I’m better than you I fear that the years of smoking with the peers has got you unable to steer Ah fuck it, you only hear what you wanna hear I’m moving in the fast lane, while you remain a grass stain I feel like you are you not remembering? All your actions have got me givin sanctions Like how your girl’s in my basement, her corpse is becoming ancient From taking like eight dicks, why you such fake bitch? I think I’m going spastic and I’m bout to leave ya in a casket Turn you into plastic and leave you rotting in the attic I’ve really had it, I’m ready for this shit to be named the next Illmatic These are just my thoughts when I be fappin I’m fucked in the head but you can’t deny my tactics You might be tempted to call me a Jacka$$ But my rappin has got the masses getting real orgasmic Who the fuck passed you the mic? And said that you could flow? Point em out bitch I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic? And said that you could flow? Point em out bitch I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic? And said that you could flow? Point em out bitch I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic? And said that you could flow? Point em out bitch I wanna know

Catch me swanking in the winner circle passing the dub Since sixteen I’ve been spitting sixteens, airborne, giving emcees the illest disease Scratching em CD’s to keep my records clean, so no backwoods please, my esteem’s got me higher than trees Plus the way them roots stemmed got me smoking loose leaf Now I’m cruising in a hooptie with two feet on the dash While my third legs pinning the gas And ion need hooks like Kareem to box out Ali Put me in a box and im taking corners for my team Thats word to Chugs Lean, said I aint gotta chug lean to mix the dirty with the clean Them indigo dreams became daily routine Told shawty I hate to get in-between cookies like cream But I prefer breast milk in my cheerios especially when I’m crunching the competition like cereal Thats a tit for a tat Rappers be flowing on maxi pads claiming they next to blow like jihad Yet they can’t even compare to what this g had Since he was a yute And he grew into a fine protein with healthy ass glutes Now he’s trynna squeeze the world with his crew So you’d be playing catch up if you let us through And some say he’s in cahoots with a villain named DOOM from the way he devours loops like mm..FOOD On a deep fried frenzy, so watch it our you’ll get bread up like the recipe And rest in peace to all my G’s I know their present cause i can feel their energy Opened the gates to release my inner chi, now I feel like Rock Lee or Barclay when I kick it on a beat We in the league of legends but i aint gotta compete, cause i got em tense on their feet like their rocking a re release And whats the big deal? They be like the flows unreal but i just toy with it like a happy meal Serve emcee raps and watch em fallback in line like i screwed the order for the last time Digest the rhyme its quite edible I’m trynna shake the globe with a couple decibels And ohms known to hold it down like a decimal, so you’d hate to be in the centre of my reticle Reloaded AK, got knowledge way above your paygrade,them shadows in platos cave leave you entertained I’m trynna crack the universe, no post sec but i still spit a uni-verse 2300 degrees like bitch what you thought it was? And I’m still swanking in the winners circle passing the dub

Up in them five-star tellies and two mic rhymes Be them average MCs of the times Unlike them, we craft gems So systematically inclined to pen lines Without sayin a producers name, all over the track Yeah I said it! What you need to do is get back To reading credits, we them medics Alphabetically stuck on that english And knock it out before we pour That sure shot more rock co.kane flow From the top of the key, the 3 Villain Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow Flow from Hellborn to Free Power like Wilco And still owe bills, pay dues forever Slay huge when it comes to whos more cleverer Use to wore a leather goose ski with a fur collar Hand charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar Ya heard? Holla - broad or dude, we leave food Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude For fam like the Partridges, pardon me for the mix-up Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up Its a stick up Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts Is swoll like penile flicks, give em 20 The danger in his eyesll let you know hes a brawler Bring your tallest champs like that much taller Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it Vocab, stamina, styles all irrelevant Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans Even your tonguesll fuck around and leave your mouth Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again Act like you knew like Toucan Sam an em He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast Your rhymes aint worth the weight of they cheap necklace String em up, bring em up under whack junk snack And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked Foul, we all know the rules bro You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his Impulse like Yugo You go lights, camera, action with no makeup We De La to the death, or at least until we break up Heres a couple of nice guys who finished first So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed They say the good die young, so I added some Bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum Everyone cools off from bein hot Its about if you can handle bein cold or not! And we was told to hop for no one, swhat I dig bout Prince Paul We stayed original ever since yall First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it No need to place it on a scale to weigh it And dont do it for the plays or to raise the bar Yet its raised anyway, its so amazing, are The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinkin Hey your ladys winkin, I think you need to control that aura Or I can hold her The elements are airborne, I smell the success Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers Puff ponies til I turn blue in the lips Sippin broads like 7-Up so refreshing I think Ill pop these verse like first dates to birthdates September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8 Too old, should I? Too bad, too late

Ποτέ δε ξύπνησα, την νεολαία αφύπνισα, με το ζόρι σε καλό εστιατόριο δείπνησα, το μυαλό σου επαγρύπνησα Ορίστε, πρωί και στο υπνοδωμάτιο μέσα, άνθρωποι σημαντικοί χωρίς μπέσα Σε αυτό το σπίτι δεν υπάρχει πριγκηπέσσα Πτώματα με το τουφέκι του Παπαφλέσσα Με το χυμό του πεύκου γίνεται η ρετσίνα, την πίνω και φτύνω μια επική τερτσίνα Που αφήνει σημάδι στο μυαλό σου σα βατσίνα Μεγαλώνουμε μαζί, όλοι οι καινούριοι ακούγονται χαζοί Τους ανατινάζω το μαγαζί, και τους θάβω παρέα με νεοναζί Για το άλμπουμ παννυχίδα, η λογική μου πιο λεπτή από παρανυχίδα Στο λυρικό τέρμα βάζω γκολ, χαϊδεύω το κλειδί του σολ Τρώω το γλυκό πριν καν μπει στο μπολ Ο ξεχασμένος, φρέσκος έξω απτή φυλακή, χαμένος Ο πιο sick νίντζα, έχω μια λεγεώνα από τσακάλια, ξεκίνα τα παρακάλια Ξεκινώ την Ωδή στις Ρίμες και σταματάν για τον καλύτερο οι φήμες Δωρεάν τσιγάρο, σε παρακαλώ άφησε το γάρο Απόψε θέλω να γίνω φουγάρο Και γουστάρει προφυλακτικό με γεύση τσέρι Με βλέμμα καροτσέρη την πηδώ μα δεν της δίνω το κασέρι Ρίχνω το παντελόνι και πως θα περάσει ωραία ξέρει! Τα γκομενάκια σα του Χέφνερ, λαγουδάκια, δε θέλουνε παιδάκια Γλυφομούνι σαν να ήμουν ο Τζιν Σίμονς, δε τις πιάνει ποτέ ύπνος! Ατομικά δικαιώματα Λέγε για αυτά σε κάποιον που ο παππούς πέθανε στα χαρακώματα Κάνω σε άχρηστους MCs δωρεάν λοβοτομή Σπόντες που περνάν στο αυτί σου σαν ηλεκτρόνια σε διατομή Μην περιμένεις να δεις πως κάνω τη συνταγή Θα το κρατώ αληθινό μέχρι να καταστραφεί η Γη Συνηθισμένος στων κοινών θνητών τη μορία Τι περίμενες; Απλά δες τις κινήσεις μου στην ανθρώπινη ιστορία Της πόλης το κλειδί, το έκλεψα απτόν δήμαρχο Ενώ η γυναίκα του έπαιρνε πίπα στον αντιδήμαρχο, χώνω σφαλιάρα στον σμήναρχο Η είδηση είναι αλήθεια, επέστρεψε ο κακός απτά παραμύθια Με το βλέμμα βουρδουλιά, όλοι χωρίς δουλειά, στο όνομα μου ο Πάπας πίνει γουλιά Ψήνω με τις ρίμες κέικ, γλυκό Τα τεφτέρια των Ρασταφάρι έχουν νόημα επικό Ίσως να έμεινα εκτός για πολύ καιρό; Μήπως η απουσία μου ήταν γεγονός φαρμακερό; Καθώς ακούς αυτά τα γαμάτα tracks Ραπάρω και τα στατιστικά κάνουν τούμπες εναλλάξ Ψαράς και λυριστής οπότε απλώνω μεγάλα δίχτυα Αυτά είναι τα ξενύχτια

Im not youre average teenager I walk around with a Motorola pager I always bet high wagers Cause simple I dont care Put your hands in the air So I can give ya free body shots I can fix ya song, call me Tommy Doc With the crazy socks and the big cock And big booty bitches in my huge yacht You could have all this if you would like All you gotta do is start from where you at Maybe with the huffy bike It really was the struggle for the fucking team But we joined together like a fucking seam But it seems that the team would want a challenge I am the leader but the pressure is balanced But it never fazes us, cause my niggas be blazing up And we just trying to beat the numbers Cause if we dont we wont have any covers But youll never catch us sleeping or weeping Cause we always winning and pinning the opponent And we can identify the opponent as grown men And cant none of them fuck with the TEN Boy Im said fast and Im furious You niggas trash and Im curious And identify when Im so fly into the sky But Im school like the blue like the blues clues Im so nice but I gotta be nicer, so I gotta be precise On the beat when I go cause I realize its to steep I gotta keep never borrow cause I dont want to stop for tomorrow And Imma do what I gotta do to keep it true So Imma influence you to follow me Follow me follow me Im the leader, so if you want to go down I got the liter Liter, meter yeah I mistreat her So Im about to bag and I put it in the hand Im to cool for new school Im on that Im on that, Im on that, Im on more Two more, I sore, Im hardcore Cause I know Im about to bring the bass to the freakin floor Put your hands in the air, listen up kid Im about to go ahead and feed you with the no bibs Im about to go in, Im going in as I do So Imma go ahead and Imma make sure Im through

Last Will and Testament, first Fallen Angel Kicked out of Heaven, fell at a weird angle Hit the ground running; scarred, tail tangled Now he just raises the bar and leaves em mangled So yeah motherfucker I got the drive of a redneck trucker Tractor pull, act a fool Well see whos backing you Once we see what these catsll do Its like panthro, liono, and tiger in a thunder tank Fuck where you from, Im claiming anywhere you aint Take anything you cant, now aint that something? Tie a rope around the neck of the beat, and get it jumping

Its inadequate— this elaborate flow on display They pay for bad habits, gall, and moral decay To say whats self again is it all go away Lay a plot to book a yacht out on the water today, okay Is it so compellin, the rebel with all the yellin? Now its overwhelmin, ya swellin melon, bruh who you tellin? Double lust, over fallin in love stuff, hush Heart crush like a bag of dust, bum rush Black beanie, freak out at night like Houdini Creepin out the back and... who couldve seen the G Easily, blue weenie She wouldnt dig it if it was too teeny Hit er with the kundalini And plus the zucchini Always been a plan to mush her heart, melt bird It takes a steady hand to push these heartfelt words I heard you heard, trapped in delirium Thoughts of a queen to throw off your equilibrium A few jokes but the underlying fact go Still a ray of hope to live happy ever after though Disaster is what I asked her fo We stuck like plaster yo I has to go

Cole Phelps: What have you got? Patrolman: Looks like a drug overdose Roy Earle: Get away from him, Phelps. This is my case Cole Phelps: Courtney Sheldon was a corpsman, Roy. He served his country! He went out with a medical kit and an Army .45 and into places that made the Valley of Death look like a picnic Shh Quiet Shh Quiet Verbal assassin Im killing off all these actors One shot pow there goes your faverouite rapper Unorthodox… i dont like to rap in these normal stanzas On acid like chance the rapper A mogul come meet the master Chyphers in the room with UD Bumping Wu Tang Clan, Pac and Heavy D Old school vans black on black keep my set clean Dope Chef like Im selling dope to the dope fiends  Stunting like a G in that Godly  Float Like a butterfly sting like an Ali  The swing from from king Make you fling to the concrete UD BOYS we on the HOT SEAT I keep it running like DMC Read my lips like mr bean Classy Lil lady I think Ill intervene Smoke in the room bumping KMD Whole team waved off that THC Lets bring it back to the basics I keep it running like asics These fake mcs test my paitience Have to dd for these haters For da college drops no majors Empty box no papers Im destined for fcking greatness Hit one and now Im feeling so weightless, counting presidents faced, my minds Taking me places, you niggas is so complacent, I know I just got make it, the look On my haters faces ha sending shots like Leo from the matrix Pow

Screaming

Born like this, into this As the chalk faces smile, as Mrs. Death laughs As political landscapes dissolve As the oily fish spit out their oily prey We are born like this, into this Into hospitals which are so expensive that its cheaper to die Into lawyers who charged so much, its cheaper to plead guilty Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes Born into this, walking and living through this Dying because of this Castrated, debauched, disinherited, because of this The fingers reach toward an unresponsive God The fingers reach for the bottle, the pill, the powder We are born into this sorrowful deadliness There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets It will be guns and roving mobs, land will be useless Food will become a diminishing return Nuclear power will be taken over by the many Explosions will continually shape the earth Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men The rotting bodies of men and animals stink in the dark wind And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard Born out of that, the sun hidden there Awaiting the next chapter

beatboxing intensefies

Honey, honey I can see the stars all the way from here Cant you see the glow on the window pane? I can feel the sun whenever youre near Every time you touch me I just melt away Now everybody asks me why Im smiling out from ear to ear But I know Oh! Nothings perfect, but its worth it After fighting through my tears And finally you put me first Baby, its you, youre the one I love Youre the one I need, youre the only one I see Come on, baby, its you Youre the one that gives your all Youre the one I can always call When I need you, make everything stop Finally, you put my love on top

Cut: Wreak havoc, beep beep its mad traffic Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick He see it as just another felony drug arrest Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test Slug through the vest... Shot in the street For pulling heat on a father whose babys gotta eat And when they get hungry, it aint shit funny Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money Now, whos the real thugs, killers and gangsters? Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again There will be the chopped off heads of leviathan My friend, they call em strangers Everybody talk to him end up in some danger Cant reform em They pray four times a day, they pray five Whose ways is strange when its time to survive Some will go of they own free will to die Others take them with you when they blow sky high Whats the difference? All you get is lost children While the bosses sit up behind the desks it costs billions To blast humans in half, into caps and arms Only one side is allowed to have bombs Its like making a soldier drop his weapon Shooting him, and telling him to get to steppin Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion Same game Ya cant reform em ..that Mary was goin around with an old flame That burned me up, because I know he was just feeding her a line! But the guy really spent his money like water I think he was connected, so I left Outside it was raining cats and dogs I was feelin mighty blue... and everything looked black But I carried on!

In the eye of a storm, better grab an umbrella I tell ya, these niggas lie hella, Im a fly fella Im living these lines, and they sharp as propellers These bars will be ripe forever, 5-ever Go harder then guerillas, dont you ever forget us You wanna grow up and be strong? Better eat your lettuce This is basically the opposite of make believe My conscience doesnt run stably Even leaving convicts unconscious Or leave em sneezing cause my flows sicker then sinuses You go incognito and got people silent When I beast you face turn indigo, niggas get violent Every single day I tranquilize em Got a problem? Every time you rhyming its like litter You sighing, and acting all bitter You lacking and jacking, Im a hard hitter Im the reason for blizzards And when its spring season people get sicker Haters looking through a peep-hole just bicker Strong bragging about how you dicks bigger fag Im complete antonym of espionage Dropping bombs in your area, a barrage Cut you goblins arms off in my garage and examine em Niggas faker them some mannequins stop the shenanigans All you rap about is banging and brains You ashamed, and you look like an orangutan, and you say we the same No Im insane, my dad you should aim to be a mc not a rapper. These lames need to change cause I rage in the stuff Dang I bet you like is there one song where he dont bluff? But I flex and you rapping just to fuck Then you say huh? quit acting like you aint know what Im talking about, you just want sluts Im busting through the game like my left nuts And mama excuse the times I cussed But the joint is like Obama being appointed, expect Im annoyed Im pissed off, you think Im ready for liftoff? Im ready crush and leave enemies in the dust You getting an enema, Im increasing my stamina Digesting anyone who dont believe my standards This will not be a standoff, Ill definitely disintegrate you til Santas Day, Christmas, Im on your wish list

You cannot do this. You will fail. People sitting here, who are aspiring for big things, remember this, that all your life you will be told that this cannot be done. Do not accept this, because this is where, when you compromise on your mission, or your ambition, that’s where the downward slide starts. Never accpet anything less than what you came for Early did it so I guess I had to do it late Me and my brother on it appreciate like real estate Go ham leave no scraps on the plate Every time I hop on the track it’s like a leap of faith CP3 flow I’m in the lane I penetrate Second best team in LA, til I threw it up to Blake Yea throw it up to me man let me innovate, just… Hold up, let me take it over I’m a monster like an ogre But my elegance is destined to transform Fiona They definitely gon’ fear my omen ‘Cause I’m making noise with no help from Mulan Or Cri-Kee the Cricket My wickedness cracks wickets on the rise Faster than bowlers of West Indies, in the 80’s I leave wack emcees achy with the envy My mic’s a P90, spit red dots on a rapper’s head like a bindi My heart and dreams triple bonded Homie you’ll never bend me Flashes of greatness like A flash back to a time when my favorite genre was indie The revelation had hit me And that’s when the rap gods sent me, sent me Sent me with that mind over matter If you don’t mind, hold your bladder I’m ‘bout to shit piss, kill shit This my beautiful disaster Let’s go faster I’m ahead of all these rappers Tryna Porsche Cayenne me, ya bitch eyin’ me Lookin’ for a lion king, hear me roar, I can’t sing Couple hoes I could bring get your party movin’ Push started from the bottom of the driveway Now we on the highway Getting’ money fasten your seatbelts If we don’t crash, I’m bettin’ money At the end of the day, we aint sweatin’ money Nose runny, spit magic, snort wizardry Slick delivery, dope lines, I laced it Flow tight, loose laces What’s the point of tying them? I tie the hearts of men together Leadin’ the state with my state of mind All about the Craft like Aaron Disprove the haters with magic Mosses with the staff I’m bearin’ The landscape of the game is bleak n’ barren So I’m writing poems in the Gardens of Eden My fruitful thoughts can tower over Paris That’s imperative of me on God’s playlist And hip-hop is truly heaven’s heiress In a civil war with my soul and body These wack cats can’t take a stab at my barracks My flight to god blacked out like Tuskegee airmen The flow was never errant And that’s why Haas make a killin’ More often than Bashar Al-Assad hurt innocent civilians The meer essence got the children with hands up to the ceiling And, the sheer presence got the fuckin’ Grinch grinin’ Shiiiii …never downgrade it because the moment you downgrade it as I said it’s a downward spiral. You keep going down. And when you keep struggling to go up, this is where your inner strength comes in, what I mentioned before. We all have great potential, but it’s only when you put yourself against challenges that you being discovering this potential in you. The more you put your mind to pressure, challenges, the stronger it becomes There’s a great verse by one of our greatest poets which says something like, “Oh Hawk! Don’t be scared of these gusts of wind that hit you… they are meant to make you fly higher”

Maaaan I dont read books, I write em Im digging to the minds of the youth, override em Mackin 20 pesos in my pocket just to buy an item Cheap comes quick but that wasnt the ultimatum We made em, doing dirty by never trying to face em Case one, too quick to face blunts Never wanna face us, on the hunt for rap quasar Piping metal tea kettle taken right to the taste buds Mellow yellow settles, leaking on a teachers desk Til the mellow yellow fellows weak enough to cut the check Weak enough just for a sec, lacerations for the neck Generating granulation and the Ds for hit the deck Then we wreck it, rebuild and wreck it again Foster imposter fixing up his posture again Chiro practicing his soccer just to pay off his rent Accenting his ascension like it was a blessed event Who, where, or what not written Bleecker street sittin Speakers keep shittin Scholar tip, feed em out the mouth With the vomit spit Im residing in the crater where the comet sit Im Poseidon riding waves until the honor student Blazes with the congress woman Jaded over politics Placing bets until Im placed above the collegiate Face to face with mace And my vision is still astonishing Aint another face inside a room of other faces Im far beyond the room inside the world Inside the spaces Starships to spaceships Hardships to facelifts To understand the planet is not the same As to embrace it We feel the music like messiah in a synagogue The rhythm lucid like Elijah in a winter storm Bloody mary to colada in the renaissance We saw it coming, my becoming ruined innocence Were making until Harlem is upper echelons Lower Class representative, president of the iller cause A loss for words, across the cross I go Sauce the mass and toss the caps I write the raps alone Achille killing kobe, so be ready for the stones And the lonely one who told me to be ready for the lows Crack em in the nose and get ready for the senses Relax and kick back for me and my consensus Nitro, psilocybin, too much for me to mention momma Ima change the world with my stupendous intervention

Snake charmer, bringing to life Like the candelabra, sing it tonight Emerge from the dust, watching it rise Celebrate the life and watch when it dies Only to begin again Ever change, still the same Ocean tides throwing him off-course, still a game Still in chains, freedom ring Bells delayed, see him sing Freedom song, only when he finds he doesnt need a thing Damn, shit is complicated Hearts getting confiscated Jorge, take a pill and chill Never over-complicated Laugh out hysterically Kurious pedigree Top dog, monkey man Putting it down legibly Come correct, spot check All right, it better be Lot of nerve -- dont ever put them weak dudes next to me Watch a few good souls refuse desperately Never no agenda, services to render Never no pretender, benefits to the sender Gifts is in the giving Riffs to make a living Lesson learned on land that was stolen on Thanksgiving New Yorks a playground, shouts out to San Quentin Bendi song with all due respect Bendi song the bill collector-slash-Pied Piper-skill-perfector Umbrella, expand, catch some shade Under the real protector Take a deep breath, feel the pressure Ah, on the exhale, tap the next nail Seal the coffin; hope they get paid real often Maybe all is just a dream Paint a sea, see struggle Leaks out his whole heart Feel his veins bleed puddles Now hes composed again Chill like a frozen wind ? foes, ? and so it begins Forty days, forty nights traveling across the sand Awake like a motherfucker, like he high off a gram Wish it would rain, eyes peeled on the thermostat Muy caliente, he could feel the burns on his back Learned the facts journeying Moving like a meteor Him and King Geedorah Like its the last beer call

Your grace, they call you the last dragon, you have dragons blood in your veins 9-5 on the street, it looks like smoke Fire-water, fire-breather, getting fire throat Dragon-hearted Dovakiin with a heart of stone We call it home, Oblivion, or New Orleans This a DOOM beat, Im a Mer Fer Let my Thuum speak, raise the barometric pressure Shout to Metal Fingers, hes the architect Here go my middle finger, thats from the cardiac Back to the Nunn style, I jump through the turn-style, the boy about to run wild A mad scientist, making these human centipedes Only a slave to whats trending over their Twitter feed Im the man in the basket, hidden between the reeds, with a magic staff, two tablets, and a burning tree I do this like i did it, fifty-four hundred years ago chiseled in hieroglyphics You can say Ive been here before, ex-tending my visit Wearing out of my welcome and pushing it to the limit Classy ass motherfucker, one hell of a cynic They saying i spit fire, thats one hell of a gimmick Flexing all of my muscles, no ingestion of spinach Hexing all of you busters, you not witches or wizards You not witches or wizards You not witches or wizards Shit, its Deja Vu, the Matrix is fixing glitches I dont think that ill be here for long But while i am, i might as well have me a free for all Me and all my favorite lady friends in the dancing hall, that we call the dancing closet before i pass along I aint start the fire, David Hasselhoff But I write about it, Issac Asimov Stars, quasars, antimatter, and positrons Gun fire, screeching tires, and car alarms On the acropolis in the Parthenon I need Athena, yall niggas could have them octomoms Im geeking out on the beats, they calling me Comic Con In Abbottabad, you getting Barack Obamad on Meyye! Tahrodiis aanne! Him hinde pah liiv! Zuu hin daan!

222 333 Yo 5x Ima keep it short for you short minded niggas Straight up Peace after Revolution Ascension to Evolution Meditation and concentration Im never waiting I stay waken Left brain penetrating: right brain is my representation You hesitating you feather weighting Im levitating Through the pressure Crystal line efforts Im christ like the sunny weather Congratulations on your effort But you made it this far Just to fall so short Life is but a sport Im tired of preaching my voice is getting very hoarse Now Im riding on a horse Enter the horizon Wavy baby like Im the sun of Poseidon Before you go to sleep an imagine a red light trident Itll open the door to the highest I promise but dont call me Negrodamus And then I woke up on a beach with the sand between my feet With some veggies and fruits to eat Damn this shit is sweet Nigga smoking on DMT you couldnt see the 3 & 7 planes left motherfucker Whoo! Runaway To make a way Runaway Runaway To make a way Mastering life is all about mastering skill Master your ILL Dont let the Matrix-reality distract you Keep you still Cause trying to move paralyzed by the dimensions in your mind Will self destruct your build For real An all my Negus know the deal Holy Grail; Waves in my Cup Runneth Over This smart water distilled Holy Mackerel this wholesale!? Gods dope is never fish scaled An I know At times what i speak may seem insane but to sane Im that thin line in-between So therefore pay attention to this free common sense Like Mark Twain This energy speaking to all inner-chi So gain The powers that be Love for everyone we must obtain This is an omnipotent game going on in the universes brain An this Uni-verse I recite is the GLO Rise & Shine from the pain No ceiling to my reign; I grind like Dwayne Carter; but Im HOV in my lane Oprah see my color purple circle Ownn my name Network it the same Marzsoul ILLA As-salam by the way An I know The flows get silly like V.I.C Swag knocking ladies out Layla Ali I know I goes off every line like the handwriting bad Therefore; ladies put it on me like I am TAB Every mama love the D like Moesha dad Oh! contradicted thyself Jaleel did i do that? I spit crack Rap tight An supply yall with hefty bags Full of that good full of that good Bet them birds saying Youll never make it Later tweeting Knew you would I know them terribly bad bitches gon need some Soul Want some Good But dem like buffets an I chef private So for dem me dont cook This the Alchemic culinary book Mastered like my mathematics that rule 11-22-33 Uh even as Michael If you feel the truth Im Moon Walking on the Sun as Im playing it Cool

Tracks performed in act 2: Go With The Flow Doomsday Hey! Rhymes Like Dimes Change The Beat The Fine Print

Trudy: Have you been drinking? Pete: The whole country is drinking! I need: Wings to fly and boots to march Something for my lingering eye when it moves too much I need my heart and my gut to move past the rut And start talking again to decide on whom to touch And whom to stay away from Whom to trust whom to love and care for and whom to fuck I need some booze to glug After which i thunder-shower You acoustic fucks, like Im Zeus I start sucking on the cigarette butt But the smoke - it isnt bitter and intrusive enough Take a snooze, cause half-asleep, is lucid enough So lets go out to do the sickest and the stupidest stuff The weathers pretty pleasant Im feeling like a legend I represent intelligence You represent the peasents Im spitting from a mountain Youre spitting from a terrace Its just my stuff is better and youre probably getting jealous I hope youre getting bitter And posting on your twitter „Look at this wigga spitting slicker than a lot of nnnnNNNAH I guess youre meaning black men Ive got the sickest raps And your flow is barely sitting up Ive got mine doing backflips, uh I need some booze to glug I need some booze to glug Ey yo Steve, I need some booze to glug Always sip a lovely wine, never glug it Ha, sicker than your average Watch me take a sip of liquor quick Then Im spilling the madness Youre talking in a primitive language This is why your mothers frowning She is really embarressed Youre pretending to be smart But youre silly and savage So I make you obsolete Just like Ritalin did to parents Suburban thugs, you all live in a palace All you Papa Docs suck cause your middle names Clarence Just hear me preach, like youd listen to Malice All these words, they confuse me end up twisting my larynax Im misunderstood, like an intelligent actress Stop talking, show your tits, maam, youre very attractive Getting mindfuckeds a terrible habit Make a hole in my brain thats where I bury my past, damn it My insanitys batshit Im black at it With that Slyrethin rap, man Its black magic Though Im white and uptight and asthmatic My words are motherfucking asteroids, I stab planets, like daggers Holding my bloods a task Adequate for the Atlantic But Ill pollute it with my bad habits Am I a killer? Fucking ask GLADoS And how does all of it work? Fucking ask magnets But can a whitey be a rapper? Fucking ask Mathers I do not care and fuck you if you think that crap matters, uh I need some booze to glug I need some booze to glug Ey yo Ricky, I need some booze to glug You get... Fuck partying, Im having visions Most of them are so illegal Ill be fiddled by a man in prison Still less awkward than when parents visit All you should be hearing is like fucking Cause Im that explicit Step back, fuckers, the man is spitting Didnt they teach you: „leave the room when the motherfucking cat is hissing? Cal 911, cause your talents missing And youve got less to say than motherfucking Maggie Simpson And, uhm... Henry Pollard, Are we having fun yet? Got Murdoch saying: „Damn, son, have we tapped his phone yet? Both kinda sweet and kinda creepy like phone threats Me and my brain afraid of deaths, so we havent grown yet Im kinda lonely, but at least got some ghost friends Hanging with ba-ba-ba-Billy the Kid and the whole set Drop a bomb where my foes gather And end the day with getting hammered right at Moes Tavern I do not follow most patterns Im post-race, post-sex, post-trends and Im post-manners I swear to god my brain is so scattered Im screaming „Bring the 90s back wearing a gross flannel I need some booze to glug I need some booze to glug Ey yo Barry, I need some booze to glug Can we stop saying love?

Veni Vidi Vici, Saw the game, conquered her and then I came The pain I bring is equal to that of Brock and the Rock I rock and I Dont stop, 187 the beats and not cops In my town the streets and blocks hot Niggas bein hypnotic with the mouth can get you Hit with the knuckles like Dr Robotnik If they spiked leave a nigga bloody red, but I dont roll with The reds or the blues, I formed my own crew, not a gang but a unit We move as one and youll be the next to get done son, we gonna run up As we enter and gain fame faster than an olympic sprinter, usain bolt On you assholes, time to get back to class hoes cuz you gonna get schooled Dont be fooled by some niggas cuz they dont really life that life, but Im Bout it bout it so dont doubt it doubt it or Ill treat you like a Zombie in New Orleans and you can get left 4 dead 2 This is lyricism, young nigga let the spirits in him B.I.G. and L, I do this rapping very well This aint for the radio this for the mindframe Money, Cars and hoes, they all playin mindgames Yea Im back bitches, the guy from verse one And you should like my music from hearing the first one Imma keep it conventional with the flow now, and stop Commenting on the low down dirty leeches That spend all their time on the beaches A young philly nigga reppin for his city And Im just stressin how nobody fuckin wit me It took a while to hit me but like HIV the monsters In my head are coming to life, want kids and a wife And all that american dream rah rah, blah blah But Im holding down the garrison like SP elementary On my next tape Imma have something adventurey A new flow I might have to invent for me Like the bada$$, been waiting so long You can say DB is advent and he Spit so sick like he got the flu or somethin Cold flow, keeps the river cooler pumping And the bass in ya car dumping Nigga dont make me be a bandit and Pull ya card like Gambit, guarantee you itll be a trump card And Im the shit, Ill bring it to your front yard, little bitch

Get off my ball sack small rat, I’ll melt ya skin with a verse ,paramedics leave you in gauze wrap You caused that flappin ya lips like u Don Juan, next time close ya mouth when my songs on Semi’s the same don that spat lines n stayed calm when i rage on lay siege missiles n napalm Drop flows like A bombs// shawties hear the eloquence n face palm its opposite of Drake songs You might spot me in a new tux I like women with fine shape n huge butts fine taste n youth cuz I’m feelin like a rich a don women approach i get kissed on for makin sick songs Fist drawn// I’m Rocky in the meat locker// its weed n wheat lager when the streets prosper Make the front of the newspaper my crews favored ///My true nature is too major dude later You’ll get slapped quick for spittin’ that wack shit, you’re challenged mentally so we can’t even match wit I’ll leave ya brain floatin, I’m like sniffin glue after hazardous chain smokin foreal you lames jokin You’re just a biter dawg everything i drop you copy, I’ll you hit with that shoryuken then a tatsumaki I was diggin crates you was diggin ya fat nose i rap flows n mack hoes after rap shows Yo its the frag thrower marijuana bag blower I’m like Jin Kazama with hands just a tad slower My pen flow like curves on a slim ho, the gems glow patterns like Big Pun in Twins bro Get off my ball sack small rat, I’ll melt ya skin with a verse ,paramedics leave you in gauze wrap You caused that flappin ya lips like u Don Juan, next time close ya mouth when my songs on Yo its the rap Steve Austin a stone cold stunner/// spittin fly sittin high rose gold Hummer I crossover spin the basketball on my index for ten secs been fresh smokin while I chin press Foreign ladies pourin Bailey near the poolside, Sasha Grey half naked down the pool slide I hold the mic like a pimp holds a whores waist give me more space its no room for poor taste Damn, i suggest you book a hotel, Aventus Creed how my clothes smell hoes yell The west side’s where I settle hun niggas carry metal guns rebels sons sippin on Ketel Ones The flows nasty like bukkake ya crews sloppy, while dudes copy the style I’m sippin’ cool sake Semi Six is more poised than you, you’ll need paramedics n the boys n blue when i poison u Get off my ball sack small rat, I’ll melt ya skin with a verse ,paramedics leave you in gauze wrap You caused that flappin ya lips like u Don Juan, next time close ya mouth when my songs on

Who you think I am? Why dont you tell me who youre supposed to be Cause youre a pair of fake tits on a ghost to me You arent even half-real but most of you freaks Seem to be holding a belief that you were chosen to be The Messiah, huh, a bunch of mice and liars Ill confront you silly guys, set your wives on fire Youre not who you think you are Youre not rebels and fighters But youre still exposing me To your irrelevant IQs Fake fucks, see American Idol, I would Much rather leave and ride to hell on a bike, fool Those people should be charged like felons and iced, too Im not harsh, maybe the devils a nice dude My rhymes, theyre not medicine, mind you They can heal your soul, but they can tear it apart, too Im a motherfucking liar, but I hate being lied to Im a hypocrite, shit, Im a hellish disciple Im not an idol, Im merely a guy who Keeps track of his own thoughts Man, Im letting my mind move If I dont succeed, brother, fuck your needs Fuck the world, fuck the kids, fuck the girls Im getting mad now, something struck my nerves Looks like I gotta calm down, puff some herb Listen, head, youre out of luck, you heard? Heart turned to the brain said: „Fuck you neeeeeeerd Cause its not your turn, so act Like a damned soul, brother, drop and burn Some things just never change Like theyre rocking a perm And this is just one of the lessons Youve forgotten to learn I got some news: If you follow the herd Usually the case is You abolish your views, you see If what Im saying is appalling to you, its okay Just have some decency, dont call me a fool, you freak Hate spewed with a horrible tone But I will never listen to it, Im immortal in stone Because I am still growing strong, like my horrible poems So bring the fire, baby boy, I gotta roast the opponents You keep knocking on the wrong address Like the Jehovah boy saying that his Gods the best Mick, jaggering me, Cant you hear me knocking? I dont give a fuck and the whole village is talking Im mine, not your somebody 3 oclock, get your books, go home and study Be a man, get a job, bring home the money I dont want your lifestyle, cause you folks are lonely And mostly phony and most of you dont even know me So go teach somebody else about this false baloney Youre forcing on me Imma pause your boring monologues Cause, oh my god, I am grossly stunning Fake tits on ghosts, yet awfully boring Take a lookie here, I even look awesomely yawning You call yourself the boss quite a lot But i would like you stop Youre like Michael Scott But not even funny

Start the shit, its the apocolypse of metropolis Not profiting from studios false promises Honor this The legendary of motions Blowing up, fire, incendiary explosions Said you wanted war now your missionaries are floating In difference various oceans Pacific, Atlantic, theyre coasting 47 my visionary is opened To experience occurence of military compulsion Listen, Im reading these niggas with intuition And visioning people chilling, put rhythms into submission Note book/ No book is irrelevant, Lyrics is improvision Were living inside a mission of governmental restrictions Were blowing up I hope youre moving in time Cause were avoiding the explosion while iluding/ Eluding the mind/ mine Over thinking situations is a nuisance/ new sense of mine And without the dedication Im abusing the spine Everybody saying death is a bliss I never met a situation as depressing as this My dads gone, and my mother works 11 to 6 Situations got me questioning if heaven exists Because everybodys philosophical but deaf in the lips Carrying weapons with clips, without a definite risk Life is as great as an elegant mist So why would I waste the shit, impressing a bitch I mean women thats the passive aggression Im trying to get in touch with this astral projection Im trying to see my dad so I could ask him a question Of why does life have to be so sad and depressing And whats the meaning of life And why these niggas getting girls if theyre not treating them right And whys the grim reaper reaching his sythe Is is cause of a soon fate or am I leaving tonight Pissed off Im aggravated like politicians With this microphone Im eradicating the competition All Im hearing is allegations and contradictions Ever try to front Ill ejaculate in your mommas vision Lifes a novel Im emulating a horror fiction Anybody hard then Im demonstrating a harder friction Go ahead and contest your fate with the hottest mission We gone test to see if you respirate with your collar missing Little niggas is playing with my tolerance Parading me with complements And gaining my acknowledgement But theyre just waiting for apocolypse X-box flow a variation of accomplishments No friends no patients for incompetence You better stay alert like theres a rapist in your providence Saying blatant statements Im raping stages with dominance Accomplicesll eat your conglomerate with some condiments

The darkness falls away tomorrow, as a lone masked man the worlds greatest detective delivers three agents of a foreign power I appreciate all the trouble you went to, you must understand The experiments weve been conducting here are against our will Muahaha! The biggest and boldest robbery in the history of New York, and a one man job at that, so you know who I am Tell me, How did you figure it out? Check, check I tell em, flow strictly for the headphones Yall be treading lightly, but I tread stones A young Jason Bourne, chasin more, replacin scourned, a crown of thorns, placin on the proper placement, dawg Live from the basement to the pavement Wonderin where the day went, and where the day go My nuts still hang low, even though they a no-show, oh no Mans is movin like hopes, used to be hella close, now they hate us Fuck em, salute to breadren, I still cater, love em Got snakes in my boot, so in the booth I be on the shoe To infinity and beyond, I never be on the whack shit Rappers is ass and they just drop shit But me? I cant just drop shit I be flowing throughout my subconscious Dream is stressin the essence of my progression Meanin spreadin the message throughout recession Fiendin, blessin adolescence with my presence Schemin, lightin incense is my incentive Dream is stressin the essence of my progression Meanin spreadin the message throughout recession Fiendin, blessin adolescence with my presence Schemin, lightin incense is my incentive Word is bond on some double O shit Flowin out, we potent, like the ocean Word is bond on some double O shit Flowin out, we potent, like the ocean

Are we the last living souls? Are we the last living souls? Are we the last living souls? Are we the last living souls? Kids with guns Kids with guns Taking over But they wont be long They’re mesmerized Skeletons Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good I saw that day Lost my mind Something has started today Where did it go? What you want it to be? Well, you know November has come Its gone away All alone All alone All alone White light White light White light Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, white light Its darе In time, the Strangefolk found thеir way into the higher reaches of the mountain And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty Don’t get lost in heaven They got locks on the gate Dont go over the edge Youll make a big mistake Turn yourself around into the sun To the sun, to the sun To the sun, to the sun To the sun, to the sun

Im a fool i believe Im a fool i believe Like Q-T-I-P I believe Will you take away my sons mandrake too? Itll scream and to anyone who hears fatal A baby crying in the night Do i wear earmuffs block out Its sheets loosen mine tight Its crib like prison bars My crib my escape leisure Cesars palace in milan it train my dog Baby unleash scissor cut it off! Like me all it want is a bottle pacify On a boat become pacificised Swim in Medi-terrain I an o.k. fisher but a better sage If i get paid than i cant lay If i dont get paid baby cant lay neither Of us exercise happiness synchronised The only time is when we lock eyes Mini me of course get up Spit cry vomit ill be your towel Spit cry vomit when you eat be your bib Wipe it up so you squeak so clean So fresh i give that to you Its one or the other i give to others And another but Im a fool i believe That all i do i do it cognitively Thats what i do retire like Mark Henry Say Im gonna stop but i cant and Wont If it strains the growth of my seed Deprive myself so i can flourish Like Q-T-I-P i believe Theres love Easy to affect but hard to say Lose words tongue leads brain astray Actions seem enough but its not though The card is the present not the box in the bow Not the contents of it but what is written Legible but the pen not the only fountain Flick cents in Fontana Di Trevi when in Rome Paris Tokyo even within the confines of your own home If you can afford that Maybe hear cries in the night that Let you know you wanted without a criminal record A record for being the best father Wear the shirt that he bought when he become mature Be the best hubba to his mother Thats what money cant buy It can buy you a high rise but it cant make you rise high Like a hot air balloon get that warm feeling inside Then touch the sky

Im back again with the last class specimen He started getting bad when momma stopped dressing him He started acting rad the girls were undressing his Levis Kevin cleins and tongue began to interrupt a kiss Not a banger so the girls wont be humming this My music dont get love so Im loving the loving less No good morning text, Im without a night kiss The girl I loves lips must meet my fist Nigga can you really hate me Even the girl you dating really, really, really want to date me You mad, know your heart is racing Dont let it crash cause jail is what youll be facing Together forever I know cause Im a lupa Told her that and she said that it was just Do you love me? Do you really really do If you say no then your parents go have some bad news

the crime boss that SOBERDOOM was brokering a deal with, chose to go ahead with the deal, and pay the commission that SOBERDOOM asked. This sealed the untimely fate of the villain The midnight oil burn when the sword turn Still outwork you on your turn in the long term No awardll work when she turn on the water works Im sure it works but mornings is more the moment to short surge When it’s war don’t worry; Im on forest terms In the zone twilight fighting for what we all deserve On call like army war reserves On the border taking orders as a war emerge SOBERDOOM until the judge say we all adjourned Shorty told me only God could judge me, that was all we heard Grew my hair and grew a garden with important herbs Gotta take care of ya body when you on this earth Thank you for your commission They looking for attention Way too much tension Truck with no suspension Goldfish retention The path gets lengthened Pray for redemption and more villain inventions All money isnt good money, even for a dastardly villain like SOBERDOOM. DOOM forgot about the reason why he wanted to take the concoction in the first place, which was to rid him of his dependence on alcohol. This Doomsday device unleashed will undo all of it and bring him to his lowest of lows. Will our villain realise the plot that has up his sleeve? Stay tuned to SOBERDOOM to find out

That verse versus the virus Adverse curses unite us Like Horus and Osiris With blood shed on papyrus We make these sacrifices so yall can taste salvation Building anew upon this foundation Body and blood embodied in words and music So this bloody body of works a holy communion Gaia, read it. The verse and the scriptures. Hit you with the deadliest viruses, get ya. Too many liars in the mix. Fires, desires burn in their frames like pictures. She say no, what you mean? Believe that. Love, respect, honor. Two-fourth aqua-blue sun dress. Shot by true confessions, take one guess. Like a long look in the mirror, scarier. See yourself clearer than the war on terror. Try to forewarn us, keep it up and youre gone from here to the four corners. Or spin into a new fate: Just cant wait two minutes past due date. The truth will make you zoom higher, gone free and we can all sing kumbaya on key That verse versus the curses and cursed the first is word and the last is what earth is That verse versus the curses immersed in the first word in its “perfect purpose That verse nursed and nourished in the husk of those that perished in the dusk by those opposed to the throws of broken lyrics with joy and suffering, empty stomachs, aching haunches, and peaceful endings Just transcend it Taste it with us Verses pregnant with divine presence The verse versus the virus. The curse of broken eyelids A gift to those that I hit with words purpose and fire The hurt converts to knowledge about the highest Storytellers are good diets. So do the science right. List the numbers and math. You cant deny the plan, 5 is the number of man, 5 is the number again. Combine them, the number is 10 5 wounds, two hands, one side, two legs God damn, never said for emphasis Im saying God please damn this man-made wretchedness, diseased and lecherous Bombs over Baghdad Bombs over Texas in the form of capital sentences, unnatural medicines Or burning bushes that refuse to be consumed by hate Abuse those that consume by day At night there’s more cause for alarm I’m Crucified with pen and sword daggers in either palm And the beat goes on

Mic Check When I was led to you I knew you were the one for me Come through, dig the sound I swear the whole world could feel you MC Crowd around I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop Hold mics like pony tails tight and bob a lot Stop and stick around, come through and dig the sound Of the fly brown 6-0 sicko psycho who throws his dick around Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap Its a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped Femstat cats get kidnapped Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility Broken household name usually said in hostility Um... what is MF? You silly Id like to take Means to the End for two milli Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! Thats a audio daily double Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo Watch your own back came in and go out alone, black Stay in the zone—turn H2O to Cognac On Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘Til Im back where my brother went, thats what my tomb will say Right above my government; Dumile Either unmarked or engraved, hey, whos to say? I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section If you dont believe me, go get bagged and check then Cell number seventeen, up under the top bunk I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped God forbid, if there aint no escape, blame MF tape Definition super-villain: a killer who love children One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer Im trading science fiction with my man the live lifer A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime Get out my face, askin ‘bout my case, need toothpaste Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness Real mens mind their own business Thats the difference between sissy-pissy rappers thats double-dutch How come I hold the microphone double-clutch C.O.s make rounds, never have ‘ox found On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox Brown On Doomsday!, ever since the womb ‘Til Im back where my brother went, thats what my tomb will say Right above my government; Dumile Either unmarked or engraved, hey, whos to say? Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘Til Im back to the essence, read it off the tomb Either engraved or unmarked grave, whos to say? Pass the mic like Pass the peas like they used to say Some M-er F-ers dont like how Sally walk Ill tell yall fools its hella cool how ladies from Cali talk Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang Nicknames off nipplin tip of nipples metal fang Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans Only gin and Tang Guzzled out a rusty tin can, me and this mic is like yin and yang Clang! Crime dont pay, listen, youth Its like me holding up the line at the kissing booth I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth Spittin all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife Strong enough to please a wife Able to drop todays math in the 48 keys of life Cut the crap far as rap Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing What the Devil? Hes on another level Its a word! No, a name! MF - the Super-Villain! Doomsday Check the sound Right around When I was led to you I knew you were the one for me I swear the whole world could feel you MC

HOOK: Aw, shit, this shit is disgusting Can’t forget yo chick is disgusting, black licorice, she lick it disgusting Every thing we discussing be disgusting My black lips spit nothing but disgusting Trust, this gross .. also interesting Mojo, u know on disgusting, u mo so so, I go get to resting VERSE: Doomsday just a new moon away, string shit together like looms in my face, emergency call, set a boom to the place, emerged from the grain, don’t u move in my lane, clocking my seconds, couldn’t even think of shit I jot in a second, eating currently, been plotting on seconds Got a collection I reckon u would just gotta f with Be a lotta two stepping All my life only wanted one thing To be this nice and spit it disgusting See the future for realll, I see the thugs sing Gotta coupe, get a mill ? it’ll be something I promise, that’s a million mo options I could go candy shopping like which flavor should I pick Like em thick melanin rich, black licorice Give me brain cause I’m literate, when I dip say she miss the drip OUTRO: HOOK: Aw, shit, this shit is disgusting Can’t forget yo chick is disgusting, black licorice, she lick it disgusting Every thing we discussing be disgusting My black lips spit nothing but disgusting Trust, this gross .. also interesting Mojo, u know on disgusting, u mo so so, I go get to resting

Out of everyone I know I must be the shyest When people talk Im completely silent Then I wonder when I hear hes so quiet! So I say - errr, errr... Every conversation topic Ive been in I dont understand it but nod in agreement Then they ask a question about what they were speaking I bust a - er, d-, err... I get made fun of and dont know what to say straight away Then I think of a comeback - way too late I try to bust it but the conversations changed And Im like: er, er, er- See I think of the right thing to say in my head It just comes out awkward the way that its said I cant help it. Conversations are lead to Umm, y- umm, err... Im awkward, not a guy you wanna talk with I just stutter like umm er-errr Shit yo, fuck, Im awkward Fucking up this chorus I am awkward, not a guy you wanna talk with I just stutter like umm er-errr Shit yo, fuck, Im awkward Stuttering this chorus I adjust my personality to my surroundings A different person depending who Im around with When groups meet cant do much about it But beg be like - eh... err... And I hate when Im trying to say my point In a room thats full of people making noise But they go quiet when I raise my voice And Im like - errr... phhh Or if someone in a clubs talking in my ear And I say repeat that, sorry I didnt hear They do it again but it still isnt clear Im like - ...yeah Or if were watching sitcoms or a cartoon Im a sheep - I hear canned laughter I laugh too But it backfires when somebody asks you: What was that I didnt get it? ...Errr Im awkward, not a guy you wanna talk with I just stutter like umm er-errr Fuck yo, shit, Im just awkward Fucking up this chorus I am awkward, not a guy you wanna talk with I just stutter like umm er-errr Aww shit yo, fuck, Im... chorus Fucking up this awkward I am chorus, not a guy you wanna talk with I just stutter like umm er-errr Shit yo, fuck, Im awkward Fucking up this chorus, Im awkward

Mmm, Ladies Mary, you make me wanna eat you Everytime I see you, its like the first time I meet you Fragrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too Seductive and whatever, it might as well be seafood Like my genie in a bottle Miss could get me rich like a magazine-y model Before you know it, he have her on a stroll Fresh and ripe, complexion like Acapulco Gold If I had to guess, just right, not a day old Like a cradle robber, copped her off, shop a trailer-load Know the right number, you can get her And hit it while you wouldve sold to the highest bidder, like Fruits and berries, bring daddy loot in a hurry Just be cute, and dont worry Type to make a nigga hallucinate and admit it Then she started losing weight and letting everybody hit it Unlike Ally Always kept me happy, never had a problem with her She used to let me use her, back when I was looser Respect her until to this day and never did abuse her I told her Ill be faithful, but she dont believe me I probably couldve been, if Id never meet Evie She make me feel all fuzzy inside, its loco You wont get nowheres near her if youre broke though Kept a shorty, man, find em much thinner If caught, I get mad time just for touching her Knock wood, so much for hymens So fly, she should be in the sky with diamonds Little young thing, she liked to do the tongue thing At times she would play hard to get, fronting Or something, she made me feel like the number one king Run into her now, and we still catch a fun fling Met her out in Central Park--thats one sign Had the God mentally sparked, reflecting sunshine She said you need to stop messing with that white girl She fucking with your head and got your heart in a tight curl We messed around once or twice, but she dont know me She helped me get money at the dunce price OT Plus she from Colombia, so she really Spanish Cookie known to make a cat bank account vanish And Miss Hazy, older woman, mature black Everytime she sees me, I end up gettin towed back All she want me to do is blaze it crazy The only one complaint is that she make me too lazy Sugar-mommy laced me with the butter navy Avi Just her way to make up for the headaches that she gave me Its all gravy, when Im done getting my mack on Ally is always there to help me get back on Mmm, Ladies My favorite ladies

Reminiscing bout the days when I was a youngin Instead of fuckin we huggin showing each other loving Snacks in lunch bags we findin straps behind your back Whip it out and niggas dropping to the ground like door mats But before that I would sit around and chill in my tomb Mummy watching toons from morning to afternoons I was influenced by 2pac and Biggie Smalls Cause my bro would always blast their songs bump it through the walls I would play ball with the kids in my neighbourhood They made the wrong decisions and guess what now theyre locked for good Its funny how I said that I would never smoke now Im ripping these bong tokes, and getting broke cause of the dope I lost hope in this generation I know youre sick of waiting, you get impatient want someone to change it I hope youre learning from my thoughts getting educated Translate this because i feel like speaking up a different language Nobody is even focused on the message, to sum it up, talk shit, get dropped like a miscarriage Or get the gat to your ribcage, and sweat up buckets Cause all you rap about is how you get blown like a trumpet Pump a musket to a stomach if you think you the toughest The youngest get influenced by the crazy and the dumbest I dont care if you get hoes and love making dough I want the realist rappers spitting in the studio And take the gay ass techno music off the radio, some one get the paper towels cause Im about to overflow Woah You never knew that I can spit this well I guess its since Im shy and awkward you can never tell I keep most things to myself you cant trust these snakes And they always startin beef claiming its never steak I cant trust these fakes, I knew that since the day I was born Fake friends get cut off like umbilical cords Im on a mission to chase and pursue my dreams Spitting these lyrics feeling like its a daily routine Fiend for the green like Im Popeye Visine in my pocket cause you know I got the red eye Left eye, staring at the world half blinded Open up both eyes to seek exactly what you findin

Orange blossoms with toppins Of words with the beat Make ya dance with ya feet yeah Its prestige 10 rapper with words of defeat Try to understand me speak This is the Rapp pharmacist versus a whole crowd of narcissist Waiting to rip right through my cartilage They need the cure They need it fast Telling this to the people like please read it class Vince stapling these words in ya brain Construction working on this beat was insane Go against me? You fighting the wrong army Consume you with a spoon Ill take it kon karne Ima general Very healthy mineral One of kind person People need me Urgent! A life saving surgeon Ill help you if ya hurtin Get rid of all ya burdens Make way so I can open up the gateway And get going on my straightaway and finally breakaway Respect me like labor day Till the day I Fade Away Bounce back and ricochet My raps are minute made A lot of people want them longer Like a movie scene where they barely show the monster Tearin through a city like a lonely war monger Its Concrete rap Cause the wordplay stronger Yeah Its stronger then concrete Fake rap loves you real rap is fond of me Im steady coming with the raps of modesty I stay so real that a brotha can not lie to me Young hooligan Tryna dropout of school again And couldve been a pioneer chemist like Percy Julian When will real rap be cool again I see these fake rappers speaking lies at age 2 or 10 You know Im doing this And always pursuing it Flowing Just like Im ludicrous Then I serve it like Stewardess Im spreading messages Are really catching this Im that Anthony Rizzo The infielder kiddo Using all these beats like a number 2 pencil I always get em free cause Im not messing with a rental Unexplainable brain They say Im goin mental Im probably better than you Check your credentials You know I gotta give the people more It will get done just like it was a house choir Never being fake Im not advertised sponser Cause One thing I know What is real will prosper

Stuck in a maze, a labyrinth of hate. Shattered doors in A mask of haze. Struggling madly in a cage. Desperately Searching for a way out of the maze. Running blindly not Feeling the floor, nothing to stand on we fall. Lost in The halls, Im looking for the doors. Confusion! My Senses are dying. My soul is crying. Let me out, let me Out! Im screaming! Running blindly through the visions Barefoot and defenseless. Running blindly through the Dark, infested woods. Time and time again. Disillusion Im deeper in the maze. Further from the light. I scream Out of the confusion. Im being consumed by confusion. My World has been shattered. Crippled. All we have left is Fragments of doors. Though we once had but never had Weve all been fooled. Confusion. My senses are dying my Soul is crying. Let me out. Let me out. Im screaming Im living in a demented labyrinth. tortured. Lost Crippled. Im a part of this confusion. Shattered Confusion. Shattered vision. All that I have left is Illusion. Im screaming at the confusion. Im being Consumed by confusion. In an abstract, in a world of Confusion!

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Intro I be fuckin rambling yo Shit sound cool though Verse Lately, It seems escaping feels like a tall order Then I realize that its my calling by the fourth quarter And as it rings, I wonder whos over yonder Maybe its something as pleasant as envisioning heaven I am, the one cuz I said I am And my drives a force thatll make Jedi dance, moon walking Im that cool constant in an awkward setting Im Hugh Bossin and Im far from timid Lord forgive him Cuz I get enlightened by my vices Shit I get high cuz I dont know, I like it Shit I get high for all the lows in my life When youre planning a getaway its quicker to take a flight, right Im living my life Bitch nigga get yours, step outta my light You tryna throw shade on my bright But this little light of mine, mama said let it shine Im strolling, third eye open Oh my, Ill be a giant fore I know it Im the Incredible Hulk mixed in with Hulk Hogan Til they catch my wave, Ill be out show boatin Im just tryna be big enough to make the world listen up and get you in the mood to move mountains Im just tryna make history out of misery and show the lost ones that victory is for dudes like em Huh, Im just a product of the D Streets Tryna define dope, til a nigga deceased Stressin, Praying that my city keep peace But all we know is bang bang, so everyday I chief keef Yeah, Im just a product of the D Streets Tryna define dope, til a nigga deceased Stressin, Praying that my city keep peace But all we know is bang bang, so everyday I chief keef Told yall I be rambling Third eye shit OG Cool Yeah Somebody told me itd be days like this Chose the bed, laid in it and I made my shit, ha Singing Yeah Scolla

Alright, simpletons, I will simple it up For all you fellas who are clueless, but who still give a fuck This wasnt written for the schmucks and the businessmen punks And all you blunt-twisting rappers who aint thinking enough Your gibberish is horrific, are you spitting in tongues? You bleak fucks shouldnt speak, youre not vivid enough Asked for truth, but all you could give was a bluff So Ill be blunt now, I want unlimited love Unlimited trust, a flow thats explicit enough To bust your jaw in tiny pieces, leave it blistered with blood I dont get your rituals, I was christened with mud Im a fatalist whose life is just riddled with luck Thats why I, sin so much, drink my gin so much While my friends want to pretend they havent been through much Please belive me when i tell you that this isnt boast And when I raise my glass remember that it isnt a toast Cause I dont care about you its horrific, I know But in this dance called life people pivot alone And all the issues that you push are a Sisyphus stone Youre like dogs praying to god to give you a bone The truth is simple, we do not know what to do anymore Because our legendary heaven isnt blue anymore My life is ripped to pieces, it was fluent before! I only know its all the wars that are confusing me more Im living in a place where freaks, thugs, Judases roam Looked around and couldnt tell you who is whom anymore Ive seen the pearly gates, theyre just a ludicrous door And so I drown all of you motherfucking puristsin porn Im, double evil, stormtrooper with horns And double nasty, Im fucking one of Luciphers whores A tragedy has happened indeed, computerized souls None of which seems to be able much to neutralize war So, how about you get us euthanized, Lord? Oh, I guess thats what all the tsunamis are for, huh? Life isnt brutal, its the gruesomest gore Peace nonexistant like the arrow of a Cupid in pornos Go ahead, harvest me, you fucking leech Thats a different speech, pardon me All your religions are a farce to me Dont let no gods write no motherfucking laws for me Triple negative Triple negative Triple negative I dont hate your guts, I loveem, Im like a cannibal When it comes to your guts Im a carnivore animal I really love humanity like Shady loves valium And tylenol and in spite of all, Im proud of you But i just want to wake up, see a world where science rules The Gods are forsaken being labeled as violent fools And the priests stop lying to you You think Im the liar, though, and the rival to you Pace yourself, dont pray for help Find a way to help yourself, find a way to step On your own, watch the throne, dont obey no men Dont stay within your own power, let your greatness spread Keep your paranoia watered and fed Or theyll destory your fucking head Leave you slaughtered and dead Be, a good man and then Karmas your friend But in the end you will adpot that fucking scar on your head Cause its inevitable, and remember theres a devil in you Sounds like a like a lie, I can tell you its true Every day, tries to fuck your brain, make you insane Let him, Just for the hell of it, dude

Try to step up to us and you will be the last name of the same nigga who made this beat plus E-D Im on like the middle of Vons, take that out and leave the V-S, i guess these kids are competing We got meeting of people saying were deceiving But were achieving And bro we keep it leaning Like lil wayne on syrup with his tires popped Got em jumping on the couch cuz my flow is lava hot Im playing with myself Im on that Calvin & Hobbes Jumping over the boarder and taking niggas yobs I fill out the applications honestly And hopefully they promise me A view overlooking the palm trees How you say you high and i can touch your ceiling How you say youre flow is clean and your maid aint sweeping Im just TeamDreaming, CBMing, while Im Skywalking Smoking in the Heavens now i got the Angels coughing Like Sinsation is the name cuz i got the building shaking Like a nerdy sex scene x equals sixty nine in this equation And Im pacing Cuz normally Im racing On speed, no need, cuz the weed is my inspiration Got the crowd roaring just on anticipation And ill kick you in your knee son, dont get your girl taken He name is...is Liam Neeson...get it?

I shine with fine hymns, cant out rhyme him Dont mind them, they waste my time with whack mens No sim, dismantle em, rambling I been cause ruckus ever since I was with, Hamblin Rappers need handling, before I strangle them Spitting yada yada, only beats should have the samples in Look at him, like, Damn who walked in Hop along kid, get on the DeLaNoise, band wagon Clothes smelly, like Whoa nelly, something loud? Pass it around, digging the sound? Confound, astound, I know no bounds Look around town, nobody chuckles at this clown Bozos let go, aint fucking with my set though Middle of snow Im hot as fuck, sweating molly ho Flows like Navajos, im spitting thoughs Catch a show, foes see microphones and elbows What an ass hole, only spit lactose All natural, you cats just intolerant Make a broke nigga ask where his dollar went? Have a little kid, asking where his momma went? Dont make me repeat myself Buddy, dis my set, Im a danger to your health Crews stomping on the daily Basis giving niggas face lifts from off the fucking pavement

Pan to the left Pan to the right Turn my vocals up, My focus is up My existence aint fragile Set you so far back Leave you by the nile What so foul about that? Write a childrens book, call it Cat With A Gat Ball up in the park with my hat turned back Im super like Clark Kent Some of these fake MCs I leave on the pooper Scoop em and throw em in the trash Kiss my ass Rhyme so sharp itll cut you like Jack Sparrows cutlass Roast you like a carp The last thing you want to do is play me like a harp Mind so hard almost brainless The thing is, I got heart corrupt by the dark A ghost invisible, yet clearly despicable If I go silent dont figure its merely a miracle Dig ya grave deeper Nightmare on elm street sleeper Freddy Krueger Best wont feel if I hit ya with the ruger Cause im a detective with the profile Wild like the Savannah Slip and it wont be a banana But a man with a bandana, from Santa Ana Stand up like a man if you are Sneak disses at me bound to put you so far out of reality Remember that I am the master And just like that, your life can end up a disaster Religious you are, ya better be a faster Indigenous I am the last one Break quasars And like Kanye I shoot lasers out of my eyes In a fury, cause im a one man jury And the only punishment that I know is death If you live, you better find yourself as blessed Genghis Khan and leave yourself with a lot less Ive been wanting to test to kill a man Leave the crime scene completely spotless Be telling me Im not this I rose myself on these platforms Screw you I got this Yall going hilly, and im going mountainous Amounting royalty checks I got a handful of cards and you never know whats next And the last thing that ill ever do is flex This aint poetry text, real lyrics You know you can feel it Do more than just hear it Like a magician I disappear Adhere the indifference the Rhymemaster a magnificence Light up a cigarette, call that a significant moment Explosive like these bomb ass rhymes On the cover of the peoples times The hip-hop mythology: Im nearly a rap god Not just part, but all of me And 30 years from now ill be dead or in the hall of fame Remember my name, Rhymemaster Charlie G The fresh arrival from the 503 A real MC!

Ice Cream cone dreams, make a nigga freeze Come back to reality and realize rapping is the key To be successful, even though writing is very stressful You just wait for your time and wait for opportunities Get patience for the maintenance of your rap career Hoping your come-up wont be your fall Just like a stack of beers Its like working a day shift and a night shift Its all worth it once you end up driving nice whips Yeah Nice whips, with the top down, and surround sound But then it gets cold outside like some ice chips Dont be afraid to take that shot if you might miss Case closed disclosed like rollercoaster eyelids Thats x flight no wolverine in the origins Still feasting on this game with, beast portions I can mix and master shit like green potions For the witch, burn and she dead like parents of orphans Being the center of attention nobody gets that I plan to touch J. Coles microphone, & bless it When it comes to talking bout my lyrics, dont test it I come in the rap game, because I am the best fit Erase his identity, if he try to forsaken me Chop him, kill em, cut em up & turn him into bacon please These people have no patience for good lyrics Theres limited good shit, when everybody needs to hear it At the top of the food chain with wodiene we so clean Sit back relax sipping kool aid like codeine Cause I never been the one to grow up from the kid days But my height took a step up soon be like 68Thats why I always say I stay on top of the food chain But I still keep it hidden like Batman to Bruce Wayne They never guess its me cause Im the one man enigma Keep it moving off the steps cause I dont have a minute Many people cant just come up from the trenches Many people stuck sitting on the benches Im neither one, always climbing up in the game Whether it be rap, or EA sports Im rising to the fame I gotta lot on my mind, more on my shoulders They look around without helping out the soldier I drop a lot more music when I get older And keep my lyrics stuffed in m 9th grade folder Im still making sense but these people say I changed Either way I get dollars & coins its all the same Lost a lot of friends to learn a lesson in the end That not everybody real and a lot are just pretend Cross me once like a street then I put you on a leash But cross me again, like ski mask you will regret So now I got a 6th sense and I see blood in the water Take me to your leader and Ill put him up for slaughter Last few chapters, stay woke young rappers We blow up like balloons, nah we blow up like clappers We flamethrowers and the heat is 451 Team cold like the solar system but hot as the sun And thats over 9 thousand on that super flame shit Too hot get out the kitchen and dont complain then Cause you know we wrecking it like Ralph and the glitch So sick like neyo aint talking bout the matrix I dodge the start cause Im always starting at the end These rappers silly string, they all easy to bend I send that S.O.S., for anybody on end Then I type the message to a text, hit return and send

There they go the clown and the two thugs See what you fuckers made me do? Another five days huh? Fuck Oh my Mama always said watch that black boy fly Last week me and Pizzelle was burning old school ties Got suspended in one year; you think that Im the bad guy Where you see other immortals sparking magnums and knifes Talking the same shit from yesterday say hes really going high All these mags say that Im num; the nigga thats bout to come To blow everybodys house cause I compose like a drum You march bands are invalid, this the fucking goofy ballad Sushi salad with my uzi splattered, gooey gloomy traffic Thats made of plastic For all you fucking forged gymnastics Thinking your so damn elastic, cognate Mr Fantastic Tax evasion is raising, got your fucking heart thats pacing Cosmic drag racing underground stations, artillery is waiting So beware of death by Kenny Phoenix in this invasion YJ Stash Squad Phoenix Gang nigga.... Fuck with me Bitch Yoo Its Kenny Klux; representing Bracey Street My ears starting to bleed so drop down on your knees you fucking creep Parents think that Im a role model that needs to lead kids I rather eat special herbs and forbid to eat ribs I rather get rushed by gangs who thought this record is dissing I rather invite random people to watch and witness me Taylor Swifting Then to tell ignorant pupils to behave themselves, but theyll never listen So Ill poison food then in their mamas kitchen Good morning everyone, I hope you guys enjoy the sun Cause tonight its gonna be a rough one Starting with an invasion Theres no calm weather for this week Just horrendous sleet coming to a street near you I aint done yet this is just the afternoon schedule yo Beware for the sandstorms, tornados and thunder snows Typhoons, spooky cartoons and unnerving shocking puppet shows Things will change during the midnight So if your hungry tonight, be sure to get your umbrellas Theyll be lots of ice cream hails and raining cheeseburgers to fulfil your lonely appetite Temperatures will be million deggress and a trillion Fahrenheit So hold tight muthafuckers better run for your life Cause I wont sacrifice my life so ugly bullies can laugh at my grave Or become a new slave Fuck D Sterling Ill take a lot of pics then go to bed with her just to irritate you She invite me to the game so I can fucking penetrate you Stupid racist bitch broadcast you with my fucking fists Then super slam dunk yo ass and let Solange finish this Transform to Megatron flicking humans like its a home run Its just a normal day in this fucking invasion Lemar had a scar, just because of that T-Rex Wheres the thesaurus so I can get this muthafucking pet ; then why the fuck Im not seeing them I told you in the meeting to look after them The window is a book I didnt watched the clown cause Captain Hook already got him in his crook Jack Daniels said you want some fuel to make a pitch black cup You should have saw the reaction when Captain Morgan fuck Zach up Imagine me going to that fucking dump again I rather get drunken fist; throat collapsed in the Namekian Rock, Scissors N Paper, palms striking your arms Invasion still carry on Dont even try call your mum you cunt Knock you to the ground with a double axe handle Now Im really mad you bitch give me some muthafucking candles Im a muthafucking vandal Take that Nokia that Dizzee took and snap it Then turn this shit to a classic Wait I got verse cursed; holy shit Paralysed RAPMAN: Doc, Doc here he comes again, what do we do? TRACEY KRUGER: Ill tell you what were gonna do, first of all were gonna run from that ugly thing, then were gonna make one of his best friends girlfriend to call him, shes gonna dump him saying OHHH IM SORRY WE SUCK AT RELATIONSHIPS AND SHIT!!!!! Or whatever so that I can mingle with her later, and we popping bottles for a celebration hows that feel lads? TRACEY KRUGER: So what you waiting for bitch? Call him now right in front of me. STUPID GIRL!!!! GOBLIN: Damn she ugly as fuck bruh.... Where you find her b? TRACEY KRUGER: Back in Maida Vale bruh I know shes tripping, need that fucking extreme makeover my nigga GOD DAMN!!!!!

Here’s my grand entrance: Nameer crawls in with his banging fists Blood trailing his pants and shit I’m screaming, Hey there’s a cat who’s ticked… I picked the wrong cat with a stick! But they all laugh at my shit like I’m some cracked up kid… What am I to do.. When two minutes later The whole room Ignores me like my parents loved to do… But when the doors opened and I see that damned cat… I peed my pants and grabbed the nearest knife in a napkin I wanna stab my neck with a slit worse than if the cats claws could get to me first... Which it does… Man it’s been a while Since I Let me voice get out Feels good To give my inner thoughts Freedom Before Mr. Trump Kills the Freedom…

Clive Burrows say your last words if theres a god then ill tell him let my ass burn On the 21st for last verse words turned verbs worse, explicit Refer to previous, just in case you missed it So tryin listen Look ive always been I misfit, with a sick fit Big lipped, triple six, spitting from the motherfucking crypt Im a dick, slick, with the diss in the writ Im a trip, think its funny isnt it? Just watch, fore your snowbunny trip and hop On a nigga cbs carrot, for some lunch money Sick as fuck, yeah thats why the nose runnied up, flu Blue jewels, neck frooze Rude dude, get a clue Heres some food for thought for all of you In the end when its through, who the fuck are you? 2010 was the year that I started rapping dope Now you better carry a .9, because Im snapping hope I ate the track, before I came back for a second helping Seven days in a week, I murder beats, so heaven help him When I was six I wouldve never dreamed of this flow Maybe five minutes of fame wouldve been my wish yo But then I wrote bars like youve never before witnessed The rap equivalent of shooting threes, and you sure missed it In order to score maybe you have to drive it in But Ill always be the one, that nobody was brighter than

Ayo One, one, two, two, two Its after midnight, rocking Midnight Studios Fuck her raw, got my wrist right Brick-white Patek, spray jager, put the reggie one ice, nice Price on your baby mama head, no lice, Christ Chuck Taylor on the Gucci knit Out the Carrera shooting two Uzis on some movie shit Who he hit? Word tilapia Youd rather have butterflies and two are locked up A nigga bagged the whole Ramadan He fucked with the mosque up Thirty days, worthy praise With the sleep-late, got a early grave on me Met my plug twicе, but I gеt them shits evеry time Mеt Gala, I rock a heavy shine Minds gone collecting Hebrus He on the cap reading Hebrews Im in my cell eating seafood Big H on the Hermes dishes Pistol whipped the nigga, left his whole head twisted Bitch, this the finest grape, life is great If they kick down the door, hit the fire escape, wait You done heard dope before But this that new batch With one time Im getting four more Copped me a new MAC Ayo, I was in my cell, I clicked my heels three times Pink Just 2s, my khaki suit mastermind Water whip, tossed the coke in the alkaline Platinum and gold, Ron English hat to the side Immaculate rhyme Its so obvious Watchin the world from up top Snakeskin binoculars Red companions Kaws Xs on a suede mansion My bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin My bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin The flyest thats livin, we live and die by the kitchen Choppin on dishes, rack the puff in, ambition Bitch we had hopped over fences Banana yellow Fiskers Pushin crack like we invented it Jeff Koons, Louie Rubens duffle got ten in it Kobe Jordan, pack we was kickin it Anti Social Social Club wit the snub, yo Gave the Tec a lil love bro Grand wizard, Patek band, lizard, hand-kissin Miami Beach, geigers on Biscayne My shooter sent his PO and piss came Thank god for my wrist game Countin money in the bubble bath Whip the half and got another half Rockin Vetements, backhand you with the 40 Ask Lord, your headll spin, a cold war Leatherman You will never be better than Sean {?} Pulled up, red GL on devilish Word to the goggles on my Hebru Brantley Red Supreme Louie gloves, eatin scampi Supreme Louie box logo wit the .44 The way we sellin squares youd swear them shits is bogo Youd swear them shits was fucking bogo Jumping to a conclusion, could stunt your evolution Like the trees, dumped into some dust, blunt fusion Old cocktail of mine, chemicals derail time Its all good, as longs he aint inhaling swine Dare decline, scared money makes none Take one, you shouldve flushed before the jakes come Oh shart, specialty is flow art Smart, but go in circles like a go-kart Yeah, dont start, make em have to finish Just bounce like gold-diggers Once the dough diminish Phony, it gets lonely at the finish You see some deal dope, others steal hope Whats revealed is of a certain feel - grope Yellow moist mushie, banana peeled coke At worst, could not be confused with real soap Nope, you see disaster is intended In the face of truth, dont ever be offended Overstand the past to get a grasp of the present I make it faster than you spends it End it Keep your mind on your mask, kid Holler for my classics, its drastic Villain the hydrochloric acid, splashed it Pull the Nine, reached then he blasted, POW Ten stripes on a basket New York style wild Cheddar grab easy Its only entertainment though, when thought out completely Sad demeanor, could get him the drop and bag cleaner Master schemer Expert in that arena Puffin Pasadena You read the grass was greener Black beamer I8 she gyrate Rubbing shoulders of pigs who dont fly straight Just ate, causing indigestion Will soon regurgitate, into profits, no question Nosy agent sniffing around, pay attention You can take that to the bank Thanks, dont mention Pleasures all mine, aint mad at yall Clear advantage like playing paddle ball on adderall Be brief, that is all Aight, one more rhyme Self-snitching rappers whos lines is pure pork rinds Ayo Cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky Collar-pop Jolly Roger die motherfucker die Apache on a ship shape, in Bristol fashion Snuck a jammy through the red tape and tiptoed past him Worm teeth grinding feverishly below As little organic hacksaws eager to feed and grow So when its Blackhawk over the glass walk They surface up through the cash crops With clippers for your belly-up mascots and never dine alone Meanwhile, back at sea level, it was home by home zone for zone Bloom Countys homeless riot for home ownership I hope you put gas in the motor-home and know the roads I studied with the finest combs stuck under my thumb As opposed to the loaded nose who pray Armageddon is numb And thats unevenly rendered To those who grew up thinking faith was a surrender of reason But not a reason to surrender Catch the Liberty Fires catalog Forty torched orchids and citronella for Algernon Don and Vagabond alike repent This shit should have been Beta burns Babylon, the end

Goddamn, breaking fearless Standing ovations got me asking where the tears fit Careless: Super, Caesar, YGB the fiercest Got the team behind my back Niggas Im tryna climb the stairs with Young So4p even made the tears sip Brothers to list in rap, hes growing up My niggas bearded Follow the rise or lie delirious We got the crowd jumping Going crazy—Jim Carrey shit Theres no stepping to a nigga—period Blind spirited, killa got the experience Eating niggas like we in the cafeteria If your flows stupid, mines a mothafuckin idiot Drinking pretty shit, gone like arigato Young Greg Baynes always a hard act to follow Fuck mediocrity forever stay the motto These shits already faded Why the fuck you wanna cop for? Paint a picture with this shit while reminiscing to Basquiat Never missed a beat Reminder, I cannot be stopped Nigga, fuck a drop top Im tryna focus on getting this shit to pop Before I think about the top Wait—yo—dont get it twisted Imma make it soon Imma make it boom Fuck the sky, I want the moon To all the rappers talking shit Man yall can pick a tune The flows lethal man Its murder when I fuck with DOOM Tape dropping soon, get ready for the funerals Niggas listen to my shit and really need a uniblow Lyrically too cold And you should know that Supermån is dope But aint the only one that breath froze So keep dreaming while I keep working Mercin beats, niggas hurtin while my shit perfect Releasing fire, Ill die before it stops burning So start learning nigga Realest and Im just rehearsing Its YGB yo Thats the end

Niggas be simping, Im pimping The Kingpin, Im Mike you Pippen A side kick, Sike bitch You niggas dont listen Outside, twisting an L Spitting so hard, my toungues twitching Act different and stop bitching instead You got sickened, cause I talk wicked

Rest on ? amazing feets on the otterman Sit back shit is way too troublesome This flow headed for a natural disaster The chip on your shoulder’s the size of boulders The avalanche of circumstance Like some feelings were hurt someone call an ambulance Ladies love to dance and the bitches act picky They from a different world like ? and Whitney You jawns love it, they say its acting ? New york keeps on packing it Saturday night now get those lines memorized Pop without the phrase like “dynamite” Drive in circles slow down for quick geeks My latest innovation is the fast defeat I’m the backseat driver the memory distorted These lazy hands have cultivated boredom Reality TV how funny is the name though ? great american game shows Snooze you lose don’t sleep drink alcohol Once read that at the local pub bathroom stall This rhyme comes straight off the taps ? how I love the queens ? or is it the bottle cap Right? Man this one’s for the refill Drinks that malt liquor got the city in the standstill Blow the silly ship for those that can’t cope but that’s obvious Like valentine’s tastes like soap I smoke ism I’m on some Kurt Russell New York escapism This formula designed by the shine of the streetlamps ? and cook it up varies by the weed plant Dance the fine line between pothead and numbskull Expand the mind just to watch it crumble Done built it up just to break it the hell down Compelled by the ? strangle sound Until then I ? to make this whole town tingle Captivate the masses the ground up construct ? single I’m patient me and my pen will just mingle Stay anonymous with the gifts in my bag like Kris Kringle Doo wop diddy doo did it dumb fresh for young ? in the fun city ? still parts I run shitty Pity ? agendas most tender of heart a mask of gritty face who are forced to defend their part But we’re the most civil nation right? One generation past where people had to fight for civil rights It’s a complex world we can’t pay for simple nights ? let’s awake the giants Might fight the power we in ? in tandem with the anthem we must focus and right wrongs Search for those answers like a path to a raw sound All that is built up must broke down Must be broke down

This might be a good time to replenish your napkin supply. Let us take a short break. Now relax. Relax What do you want? I dont speak Klingon No. Where is the bathroom? Do you know anyone here? No, I dont know anyone here. Are you transporting Tribbles? No, Im not transporting Tribbles. Im a Terreth! Are you a Klingon? Yes. What do you want? Excuse me What is your number, Terreth? My eyes sting. Now I can smell something. Help! Get help quickly! To Terrens, this might seem a tackless way to begin a conversation, but among Klingons, its considered quite civil. Stop relaxing!

It’s the youngets black skinhead ever seen in any kids park Never outside only take long strolls after dark Niggas stop bitching cause nigga we just wishing and nigga we just waiting to see yall niggas drop Tee wearing god meeting friends at the rock A key to a door that’s already been unlocked I remain unstable, no one is comparable, saying someone’s better just became a new told fable Hmm. He gasses himself, no not really man you just belittled yourself Attack and delivery is always good so keep high with stealth Yall melt. I just remain icy cold. Yet he’s only 1-5 old, but heart made pure of gold And he shuts down shit like parades shut down roads He’s a funny little sucka, punched the kid in the face to show he wasn’t a bluffa, 26 kids backdown or squad up, 5 finger kiss of death, so you better pucker up Weapon concealed. Pocket tucked, running out of luck, trying to make a buck, get Jomie tatted in his knucks. What a schmuck! The kid’s going buck! Killing every rap and beat like Im amuck Like he was running out of hope, running to see the pope Blessings help save him from the rope Know hes good so his skill stays on the low Know he’s good, so bragging he’d never show Viktor Vaughn Its like the same hustle bro, two knuckles glow Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show

Mic check, one two, one two, mic check Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the hottest spot in New York City on a Saturday Night You already know who it is. Its ya boy DJ Finesse, Mr. Bad Boy DJ The rules are simple. Get to the bar. Get your drinks on. Take care of your barbers and waitresses please. Form three V.I.P Ballers, shotcallers, betta move them bottles for yall Im about to bring out my man. He about to host the night tonight Shout to Masta Ace officially in the building Ayo you came up in the spot Cause you heard that it was hot Even though a week ago somebody was shot They say the cops came and swarmed the whole block And shut the club down but nope they did not Cause the spot so packed you can barely even walk The music so loud, its impossible to talk Yall just point where you want to go, glass held above-the crowd You dont spill a drop, ladies showin love You got three in the V.I.P., waiting patiently Its gonna be a crazy night, just you wait and see You got chicken wangs, champagne, fruit on the platter Spendin all this money like the loot dont matter - but it does Yall no what it is, yall no what it was Yall aint got the riches, yall just stuntin for the bitches Yall aint having fun, yall just frontin for the bitches Its funny how your whole style switches, - up in the spot Brooklyn, New York we in the spot Everywhere we go we in the spot All the way down south we in the spot Even on the west coast we in the spot We in the spot Ayo I grew up in the spot Cause you thought that chi was hot Every from the spot Is ta try to get a shot Shirt so short, it goes right up to the top Actin like youre not, showing everything you got But you are, got the tits pushed all up in that bra You and your friends looking all up in that car Youre gonna need a telescope to really see a star Cause that aint who you thinking is A lot of drinking is, the absolute plan This is not the spot to find a man And youre looking for a prince, are you dense Want a man with dollars but dis aint making sense Baby girl, you striking out swinging for the fence Alcohol strong, you can barely even talk Heels so high, you can barely even walk Blue drink, green drink, yellow drink, red Colors of the rainbow, settlin on your head - in the spot Brooklyn, New York we in the spot Everywhere you go we in the spot All the way down south we in the spot Even on the west coast we in the spot We in the spot Aight yall thats gonna do it for this Saturday night Hottest spot in New York City, you know what it is, DJ Finesse Shouts to my man Masta Ace for comin through hosting tonight If you at the bar right now close out your tabs. Take care of your bartenders and waitresses once again If you had too much to drink please pass the keys We want to see you here every Saturday night Finesse, Masta Ace we out

Reality set in on the villain that he had to have been set up when he realised there was no escaping the endless amount of police cars Push the envelope and launder large Pondering odds brought against me Ridin, hit the throttle zero to sixty Kinda hard to miss me Dealing with trickery; crime-riddled vicinities who try to strike gold playing the little league Snakes hiss and belittle mе Despicably tense, build up dеfense and rinse it Guarding hardened like its cemented No beard, Im more aware that I could die here Tints over my eyewear whenever Im trekking to hit the top stair Taught to live without fear and stick out like Alfalfa hair I swear Im owning more than just a timeshare Old car and stock shares My mind clear, Im on some other shit My ideas could overthrow the government son I need the cheese like Jerry Cream, I been done buried Could turn an active asset to ancillary in French Terry sweaters and leathers Heavy as ever, break the hanger Aviated betas settle forever Price go higher when the times turn dire Caught a bunch of his friends ready to conspire Smelly mask sold high to the only lonely buyer Told the young sire, just call me when youre tired or sleepy DOOM in the mask is too creepy Deeply, came in the game with no cheat sheet for cheap seats Nose bleed, catch a nosebleed from the hype True DOOM with the mask, its no fight Price go higher when the times turn dire Caught a bunch of his friends ready to conspire Smelly mask sold high to the only lonely buyer Told the young sire, just call me when youre tired or sleepy DOOM in the mask is too creepy Deeply, came in the game with no cheat sheet for cheap seats Nose bleed, catch a nosebleed from the hype True DOOM with the mask, its no fight Everything isnt always what it seems, and our hero Stann didnt realise that the villain he merged with wasnt exactly DOOM; it was DOOMBOT that hijacked and reprogrammed to steal the lost art of sobriety from Stann; with access to his DNA mind, the DOOMBOT had everything needed in order to clone him to bring on the beginning of the end of the world as we know it

With SOBERDOOMS new influx of ill-gotten games, he decided to take a day off from scheming and plot of world domination to relax under the Sun and, exercise? To be honest I dance Simple moves so I advance and enhance chances Hands praying, evading mantis; through rain like Peyton Manning Throwing leather on my shoulder like a feather Hoodie sitting under, fuck an umbrella Probably grift forever, you know my tendencies New York City cemеnted me to paint pictures vivid in mеmory Gifted as lyrically I probably slip through chimneys And leave gifts or leave em seasick, stricken and jittery Better get rid of me, Im like a virus My fingertips are Midas, though some say Im more terrible than Ivan Im three feet high and rising without popping an Oxycotin Nodding, following Marx like I’m a communist, ideologys obvious I rap no cap, sober to max I capsize, Ill leave em ducking like they getting baptized So analyze my forensics, graphology indents My penmanship resort to seek repentance Murder attempted, Im on some Dexter Morgan when I touch an organ Im born again, more when Im recording Sure they even saw me Poetry pouring through my pores poorly Pardon my aura shorty, might just call the force on me Sober God, the only con is being limited Imitated and visited from bouncing back primitive as a prisoner To figure me out you need a limiter A high-class mic, night sights on every derringer Pockets, I got em zippered up Fake names, shortyll give you up and shred everything that even mentions us You know Im paranoid; you seen the way they did the Iroquois Its either kill or be killed, we never had a choice Yo, mic check Villain in effect right now Yo, mic check SOBERDOOM right now Yo, mic check Villain in effect right now Yo, mic check SOBERDOOM right now Yo, mic check Villain in effect right now Yo, mic check SOBERDOOM right now Yo, mic check Stann Smith right now Yo, mic check SOBERDOOM right now Yo, mic check While SOBERDOOM was under the Sun exercising, ahem, I mean working on his favourite dance move, devised a plan to catch the villain off guard and have crooked police officers detain him to steal the money paid him and the device SOBERDOOM was working on. Will our villain fall for this elaborate plot? Stay tuned to SOBERDOOM to find out

Cruising in my conscience Shouldve said, cruising for conches Now this killer flow flows wetter than unidentified dead veterans Wordplay got me feeling like Im older than a Letterman Let him out Let him spill his soul/fears to the fucking globe How you finna level up If your thoughts aint evolvin from the coffin That these niggas try to put em in I see it as games, but my homie might shotput a man Rustle your crew Leave em restless and peaceless Ironic cause when Im through All theyll do is rest in pieces College bound and this poetrys my thesis I hope my English teacher loves my Aposio-... Mmm Turned my herbal visions to verbal incisions And thats word to every decision that I made since a nigga spliffed it Spiffly spliffing with my dogs And we simply kicking Causin up a scene like one of us got evicted Listen with precision to my double entendres Swear to God I lyrically spit that shit you cannot conquer Brooklyn nigga, til the day I go bonkers Indie rapper, not trying to get sponsored by monsters Look, one in a million make it on your type of mission But I believe Im a natural by selection So overtime adapted and grew resistant to the negative slurs in words belittled by bigots Who think that raps the reason why dudes get lazy and ignant, huh? Well nigga please But a little push is what is needed, guarantee it Homie hold your ground and I promise youll never feel defeated They only shoot down your dream when they feel its something worth reaching Said imma rep I mean rap my vision, everything I believe in Til Im hotter than June when it gets a little impatient and gives us all a little taste of a lot of its summer season You know, a little something to believe in Wont rap about hoes and clothes Fabrication not my style Dont go spit behind a mask if you aint Danny Dumile

R: Why don’t you tell him about the time we faced Doom? S: Alright. Well as I remember, Doom had threatened the world leaders with destruction of every major city on earth S: Headquarters D: Good evening S: Would you believe it? It’s Doom on the phone! R: What’s on your evil mind? D: Hold your insulting tongue and mark my words well. I have plotted my revenge on you. Now I shall have it! Bid farewell to your friends! R: Doom hates us all, but in his warped mind, he has a personal score to settle with me

Spotless-rubbish ralph lauren attired up Shining more than dwarf stars or cameras Flashing on the stanley cup, im a bad black Kid spitting gotchu stuck thats cavities in Teeth latched to gums, dally pack the blunt Son of a bastards son more cereal in his stomach Victims to screens and dumbness greed, assumptions Hitting green no xbox controllers no FPS running Deadly as duncan on a path to a triple double or something Diligently not giving fucks n whats a percussion? oozing Like pus out of mosquito bites i keep it slicker than princes Hair burning the system down forrest fires, in the background like Foreign wire tapping can you see my view............ Without thinking of a porno star actress cold sag running captain Plus the bandit playing jack&daxter, drug passing pub antics dublin- Drunken-smashed in, dooming kids i live in a wild house like dewey Did, and jordy in the middle caverns of lyrics to lay when you lay Lttle, serious and skillful, I keep it Leaguel til my head hits The pillow bi$hes want our info, billing on rooftops giving you Knowledge in loose spots, soothing with the usage of words thats To hot, my rhyme schemes you knew not mospants my crew rock and my eyes red super-mans Cape coz i used bong heavily overlooked know diddy kong? that last Dose hit me hard, my last concern is a bitching brawd, all i need is This weed&money and ill be gone, a team was assembled since day one Failures turn to pay runs, i stopped with the coldchains, now im in that Fog got these rap kats on mute like lanny Ahhhh im spotless-rubbish mixed With damage cause They say i need counseling I already got an ounce of it Mounds of piff woods unrolled big as control They just control what we watch and what we know But whos we? ready or not like the fugees What do you see in the future Body leuter as your tutor whyll hes riding on his scooter Cop shrooms from cooter Im here in the future and back to the past Brewing bowls tassimo Mos with the ronchy flow Nintendo gadget then i go into the world with no soul Walk to the store n cop me a zona I used to be a pothead but now im a stoner They contemplating im no one But im a hero like shogun My skills i show know one You the purple cobras im the average joe bruh Natural cures on the earth thats what i know of Strategy to go up, the bandits get are doe up Wake up and have a zute with my coffee no donut Spin the ganstarr album n go nuts use captain falcon and smash bros You know we got the gas up like esso Lets communicate im like fuck text mode We wreck those, unknown soph on steam like a kettle Your team forfeits Dont settle with a placement break out and make shit happen Like me rapping its funny to most but not funny to mos Coming from the best that i know ASAP and the pros taking over new york whyll the leagues in the north Robbed rob fords crack and used it on a track Shoutout to MF DOOM Dont forget the ALL CAPS

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Its horrible One little evening alone, home End up with carpal tunnel syndrome Here I am, known for giving heavy back aches Grown and living off of Little Debbie snack cakes Supposed to be checking e-mails All I got is messages from ass naked females I dont know a Jenny She said its free and I wont owe her a penny And thats the last time I saw her But thousands of more horrors on online Gomorrah And Sodom, they got em with they curls out And they got a better sales pitch than the Girl Scouts I wonder what I owe her For a whole box of caramel coconut samoa , Uh, ok honey, sweet dreams Now its time to get serious like Peek Freans A metal handful, wipe it on the quilt Wife wake up and Im killt over spilt milk Locked in, looking at your picture Fully clothed winter and I right there with ya Thinking about the last time I split your wishbone A man could only wish you do the same til he get home Fat chance, at least he get snacks Thatd have to do til a brother get back Until then smack One-Eyed Jack And hope one of his peoples can hook him with a tri-pack Thats three different flavors Chocolate, vanilla and strawberry wafers He acting all hard, bout to get beat up Ill show him what time it is once I get this sheet up Soon as he fell off the beat down All I hear is, 13th cell, put the sheet down Damn C.O., what the hell do she know? Besides the fact she wanna get dug out on the d-low A workaholic with a fountain and a ink pen Out in the mountains and I stopped drinking again In the wee hours, hes gotten farther Needing three showers, being hot and bothered The wiz with her legs bent, pregnant God bless the day she wondered where her egg went I need a L, but is hard to drink without it And could use some kookies but trying not to think about it Watching BET on jazz for knowledge on file Every other commercial, college hoes gone wild Soft batch, I prefer the other bunch Like they got for lunch, chocolate fudge butter crunch You dont mess with the Ritz Bits Wheat Thins, Saltines or Triscuits Matzos or Cheez-Its Catch sugar fits every time that he sees Chips Ahoy, double chocolate chunk Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk Even the Oreos, no matter what weather Always kept em dipped in milk and stuck together In the game hes shameless Even uses a code name: Famous Amos Cheaper than a short stay at the Days Inn And good like 25 cent oatmeal raisin Give a hand to who invented the camera Skip past the graham animal and Grandma’s Shh, make sure she dont wake from her dream chill Or get caught with a handful of cream fill Ew honey, what are you doing? Thats so nasty! Go wash your hands, get out of here! We shall now vote for a new world leader, I nominate: DOOM All in favor say Hai Hai! Oh no DOOM is master of the world. Id sure hate to see that ugly mug of yours in my history book. Youve disturbed me for the last time. : Hey, yknow something gang, that DOOM aint really all bad : What do you mean, Ben? : Well I gotta admit that Ive been having a real good time. Yknow, I mean, between you and me I kinda like being black : Well, maybe if were lucky hell attack us once more and send you back, Benjamin : Ah-haha very funny, very very funny : He must be mad : Well, if anyone can do it. Nevertheless lets get out of here, while we can : Food, we need food

Yeah yeah DOOM on the beat Im Michael Jordan with the kike out sportin And a knife for warnin thats just right for sportin I feel like I need a piss but I aint gonna miss the Sisyphus when he licking his lips And the lipstphus when he syphilis and shit Thats them prison bars You from Venus Im from Mars Burn you til youre charred This aint about spice its about the nice rice with spice Diced and spliced till its ready and nice This aint just that Jamaica pepper This that myrtle pepper This that mortal heifer All heifers are mortal No heifers immortal Get stuffed in the chortle With the storkle Im immortal And Im in the fort full Of soldiers They arms like boulders Thats the war on drugs, back in 08 I need more fawn hugs, stack them flow fates In the realm of shrugs you get more hate This is for the grinding spices Them spices that cant be nices Them spices who from the antilles Them spices who aint so silly To reiterate there is no greater fate Than to be in the inchoate state in the slate With allspice, there is no rice Youll get sliced till you aint got no eyes And well steal all your ice And spice with rice Them Indians ruled the world Now we just gettin swirled like little girls Ah yeah Let that marinate for a bit I need that pure as shit spice man Im suffering I need more time You just hurt a woman and shnucka Never flipped without a brotha

2012, 24 de novembro: A família Andrade recebia um novo membro E não houve quem não se alegrasse Quem não celebrasse e não telefonasse No celular, só corações a pular com Manifestações de orgulho avuncular de quem Não tava lá, mas tava doido pra tar Quem podia estar logo foi no hospital visitar Afinal, todo mundo quer saber se Foi parto normal ou não foi e por quê Sim, sim, experiência intensa: Sem experiência, Marla tava bem tensa; Mas, graças a Deus, correu tudo bem Só alegria—amanhece, a mãe vê seu neném Ô, tu não sabe: desde que ficou grávida , ela já tava ávida Pra te ter nos braços e te contar tua história Encher de abraços, ninar com estórias... O pai também, só que é diferente; Por nove meses é a mãe quem mais sente; Mas deparar-se com o brilho da face do filho que nasce Faz que, num passe de mágica, se crie um enlace É o aleph no choro que soa-- O pai, satisfeito, sorrindo à toa Vem cá, meu filho, senta aí, te comporta Pra que DUC te eduque no que realmente importa No caminho das pedras A vida que a gente leva é o que dela se leva Quem trabalha tem sorte, Jorge. Ó que bom: O teu nome é trabalho; ó só: gē e ergon. Nesse som, promessa de, enquanto tiver vida Aconteça o que aconteça, sempre estar na torcida Pra que a fé te conforte na procura de um norte Pra que tu seja forte e suporte as dores dos cortes Nem tudo na vida são flores, cores e amores; Há horrores, terrores, mil senhores sem valores Atores dum jogo sujo—cujo resultado Só serve a um punhado de sepulcros caiados Se parecer que só se dá bem quem tem bens Montado em notas de cem, guiando Mercedes-Benz Veja o refém do que tem, de aplauso e de parabéns— Sofre também, que nem quem vive sem Veja bem: cedo ou tarde Amizade de verdade vem, sem muito alarde; E só se vê quem é quem quando a gente tropeça A hora em que o bicho pega, até Pedro renega e chora. Filho, ora. Vida é dom que Deus doa Começou a tua. Voe. E que o Papai do Céu te abençoe