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The only entity in this room Is my mentality Mixed with my insanity But I put my time aside Just to get better rhymes From my third eye More visuals is better for Your rhymes Im not gonna lie Im pretty scared to die But im never gonna hide From death Shit, I took a step closer Closer to the steps I wanna go to heaven But shit, I aint afraid of hell Wanted reincarnation but this is my last try Always was known as a wise guy Looking from the birds eye So say Im flyer than high Take the time to sigh Ill say goodbye Say Good night Im just chasing the gold I was distributed by demons Im looking for dead presidents In my bank Shit hasnt been the same ever since the ship sank Amen for the a-list Just a useless rank I got what it takes If you aint making records Imma set the record straight My education, is over these teachers heads But they still doubt me in the music industry Whats the difference, if I grow up to be A businessman Or a fucking rapper Yall lying through your teeth, spit the real sheet People dont know the real me, they see synthetic sides I hide inside my mind, just to get Away from time Because all we got is memories, standing on a balcony Look at everything, none if it is mine Its crazy Everything you see Its just a depiction of fiction, every crack Cocaine and heroin addiction Everything you have witnessed its just movie of visions Even this music aint real What are you talking about?

...And during the few moments we have left We want to have just an off the cuff chat Between You & Me: Us! We want to talk right down to Earth In a language that everybody here can easily understand We all agree tonight... As I, pondered my plight, the answer blew my socks I was chillin, then I started gettin’ bested and got The streets boiled over, on to brew and concoct Starbucks: gettin cream out this vacant lot And why not claim the spot? Im so charming and witty Chairman of The Swamp, no need to vote, its my city If not, bring the ho to go toe to toe wit me Soul Controller of the hardest committee, ya dig me? Chewn competition like Wrigleys Rollin’ in a ‘95 Audi outta Findlay, simply Black, Sunroof, Rims Match, Dark Tinting Herbal Tea, Hennessy and burn my hickory Degenerate, like Triple H, my pedigree is pimpery South Side, what I ride the Opposite of Stickney Well read flow while the simpletons simply Wreck slow, douse Clearisil on these pimpled geeks Skills real ill, built in 550 weeks And cages more Cash than Ohio Penitentiaries Set foot in 419 gotta mention me T-E-Double D, Why? Cuz youre listening… Nigga! At every show Im proving, and even when Im losing I learn a lesson, tough battles, bet I earn my bruises So watch the path you choose and, clock mail like NetFlix Strategy 22 is, Know when to exit. Play it like Chess sets, aware of every move Leave all the foes confused. Leave all the hoes with blues Red lips is on the shoes, peep how I keep it smooth Either get in the groove, or you can get removed See...Life is short, but too long for me to be an early peaker Posted in the crib, rappin to a broken speaker Cr-Cra-Craf, Crafting my contracts, polishing my sneakers I was bred as a Titan, every adversarys weaker Shout to Mr. Wizards in the kitchen whippin beakers Throw a stack in church, help the hustle of the preacher Mind of a Mob Boss, Tongue of a teacher With the features of a King and the hunger of a creature Steady counting cheddy, throw confetti to the bleachers Sly: Hamburglar.  Might Grimace when I greet you Mentally mapping out your mind when I meet you I’m Tear Gas: find a crease I can seep thru Analyzed my problems: Im the cancer and the chemo So you can wait for Jesus, I Swamp Up and heal the people And get it started like the T thats in Toledo... And thats The Real Roe, nigga… Welcome...

Mega bosses Coptic intersections Cities is gorgeous With the night gargoyle glarin on European fortress Flawless Fashion kissed amidst the grips of devils corpses On bronze velvet loom the Moorish Historys pistol, now loaded Defy logic of definitions issue Self quoted brothel Fuck with me, get a mouthful Sour bands radiate vibrations on Gallivan Just beatin down the boulevards To kick bars that would reroute you Man Trigger tongues finger fuck Solomons Key and bun These daggers held in a spiral Thrown like darts when peasants go run In the presence Of my mind to eyein my leverage Sole controller the planet but soul controllers want me to forget it Spare the dream Yo if I sleep Im chokin on kerosene Paper weight Hold down the hood like murder wrote by the queen We boycott Christmas fulfillin Gods wishes My wish for mines to blow inside ya box and blow yall scene Yall good as gone Rockin my grandfathers charm-- Excelsior Poor righteous flow evolved to enrich No humidor Piff lore with a parallel myth from out my pores Liftin scores from the manifold The silencer a cantaloupe Ponder on the nature The Neteru that laid some jewels to cut through this equation Fly nigga at the train station Kick in the door like a Premier knock or Private Stock libation That fit the triple seven right through the slot Im Classi Middle School hot, came from a hard place And so the kid decide he should rock and rock at Allahs pace Iron in the morning sharin moms face Lonely sons thats hard pressed to rise out of shape til they detonate When black holes bustin like dutches-- luscious reverberate Trickle through the deeds for the leads of creasin the heavyweight Then ima travel light Gather like reich Defiance on mics for the lavish insight We keepin shit tight Above all else sun A fine line between makin Money thats for your kingdom Trials that would make it funny Debt to Hell A fine line between livin, golden Thinkin shit is sweet and get ya cap frozen, down in here A fine line might make you think you, chosen But know the realest truth that remains is holdin Onto skill Now if I wanna eat would I....? I know that Im a good hood guy Yeah

On the way to their undisclosed hideout, SOBERDOOM was intercepted by a fleet of local police guards Get out of the car, SOBERDOOM, you are under arrest Eyes on a private island Thinking everybody too formula-follow minded Where theyd rather see you pick cotton and die in bondage As long as you dont get them upset and provide the content youll probably survive it pompous Whats beating the game if you know you cheated; its not the same I went to arcades and just smashed buttons and sit and prayed Son is it a phasе, or you just figured your biggest lane You a littlе bit late so come back later, you in the way They used to tell me that on Saturdays when I came early Had to shave off the braids, son I came off girly Thats when Bow Wow was popping off with So So Def And we would photocopy proxies in our YuGiOh deck Theyd rather see us dead Theyd rather see policemen put they knees up on our necks Fuck a protest we turn the matrix on its head Black Lives Matter but black cards what they accept Are we fighting backwards; the system tell us Go to bed Arm, leg, leg; armed fill up with lead Anybody get harmed, hunt me instead I’m on the edge for my freedom homie And we down to die for it, you could see it homie Forever Half cocked 40 , bunch of money on me Pigs tryna plot to stonewall me, shouldve warned me Half cocked 40 , bunch of money on me Pigs tryna plot to stonewall me, shouldve warned me Half cocked 40 , bunch of money on me Pigs tryna plot to stonewall me, shouldve warned me Half cocked 40 , bunch of money on me The ongoing story Half cocked 40, bunch of money on me Pigs tryna plot to stonewall me, shouldve warned me Half cocked 40, bunch of money on me Pigs tryna plot to stonewall me, shouldve warned me Half cocked 40, bunch of money on me Pigs tryna plot to stonewall me, shouldve warned me Half cocked 40, bunch of money on me The ongoing story

Ayo, bro Fatality, I got this Everything will be on me: the mixing, all that Alright You mean to say you really thought that I lost it I was in my shell working til I got exhausted People say its hot but it was just one song when I got more in store, but see the way it is I was following my own plan to kick in the door And hit the industry where I know itll be sore Taking this little music, elevate it from the floor til Im hitting world tours and I got my own core Until then, everyday Ill be working Only when Im done will I let you observe it Once I let it go no doubt itll be perfect So Imma do my best to make sure that its worth it Cuz truth is, I wouldnt try to fit in off appeal or a gimmick Only really matters if I did or I didnt Leave a gem or two just so you can get with it Cuz riches in the mind tend to leave you with infinite Riches so you can even smile with your dentures Be fresh as a dentist, but smile more than artists Cuz money makes temporary light for the darkness Honestly I thought that was perfect I see it as the key to free whats inside To always bring the heat and murder with every line Word is bond, and thats aim for every time So as long as this pencils on point, Im cutting deep Leaving my mark with every word I speak If you looking for excellence I got what you need A little preparation and some soul to feed Help me, Imma help you too A living paradox for a sick, healthy dude Blessing the track like I sneezed and got the flu Giving them verses like the bible would do Its in my nature, the trees inspired To give you a dose thatll lift you higher Thats fire I, honestly, had a hook for this But Im not really feeling it

Im on my dolo drunk shit Self loath was how Im functioned Regret the suvoniers  that Id acquired from my past trip Too much of that glitch dub feeling like a mash mix Blood upon my hands thats the reason I been transfixed Fuck the metropolis Too much of this toxic shit  Das for all the predetors who prey on peoples weaknesses All the perpetrators who been posing as the witnesses We dont have no witnesses coz aint nobody snitching shit Beginning is the finishing Theyre forever missioning They dont need approval or someone to commission it Reason being Inner peace got you with no enemies I dont fuck with settling Everything! Im selling it I dont like to preach, I just really need to teach myself I know its like this Many different foods to feed yourself Ls are for lesson I take em all as a blessing The more I know Im confessing the less & less I be stressin Since Ive lived alone I been in my dome Should Barry Bonds Should I carry on I could knock it out the park or just walk it off I Know I Dont Deserve Yoooouu You Dont Have To Fuck Them Dudes You Know That It Hurts Me Boooooo Even Though I Dont Deserve Youuuu I Know I Dont Deserve Yoooouu You Dont Have To Fuck Them Dudes You Know That It Hurts Me Boooooo Even Though I Dont Deserve Youuuu

Its the Megalon don, monster mothafuckin mobbin Curb stompin the beats and eatin lyric sheets until Im nauseous Take caution before I lock on, regurgitate and exterminatin all the jokers fit the coffin The streets littered with bodies, Im prolly a sicker nigga than Stalley That mean Maybach is finna sign me? Im lively, the Def Ninja slick, grimy Grabbin on the foot of the game till you lame niggas rewind me You other niggas sick to your stomach I layaway and maintain Im insane, thats cuz they lovin it Thuggin and shovin shit 3AM, Top of the mornin to ya, with a bitch in her underwear havin drunken fits Yeah a nigga finna be under it, like a blunt this bitch get licked and kicked A mothafuckin mysticist, relatin through this lyric spit Yes indeed they shittin bricks as I go in, smokin on that potent I leave the track dead with a smell that you notice A nigga comin with the pro shit, pen and paper for this prose spit Pencil eraser as I poke in, nigga Im Hulk Hogan Chokin you other niggas, I blow out like you roseless Bullrush the stage and stab coke into they IV and then dash Dead life and then the show ends

I could understand it V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic Unhand it! Whoever go after burn they hands and lips A lot of rappers ran and abandoned they whips Its just another day in the Dunya Dont leave your girl around V he might swoon her Up under the window serenade her like a crooner Stay ahead of the game and cut her off sooner rather later Use her to gather data Scoop her in the butter soft moon roof Navigator Or the Land or the Lex or the Benz 116th by the hour from the Africans But they wont let you push em One tried to get fly I almost had to mush him If I wanted to rob him I would have wore a mask Hit him with the four, took the dough and tore ass Want not, waste not, front not They didnt see him dip into the 50 cent blunt spot V walked the town with space boots, space suits Fucked up cut but she still say his face cute Told the streets What you staring at? The sewer cap opened up and said Why you wearing that? He said Oh you wanna snap, piss-face? The way you be in everybody business is a disgrace! At the park gates Hark who goes there? Its V, the MC whos nasty as nose hair You may go He said You should have been say so! Tipped him in cash, an Argentinian Peso There you go my good man, buy something nice for the seed And please keep it moving twice the speed Consider that your fair warn Or else Ill bring it to ya express like Airborne Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat And shout out that little bird from the Word on the Street He write VIK in a sick demented handstyle And go bombing with a chick who whipped the rented van while All he say is You nuts He really had enough of poo putts and crew cuts Soups on! And I got a coupon Chinese restaurant asking for the grey poupon He said No! Duck sauce, soy sauce! And this aint no Burger King so you dont get no toy, boss Oh-oh its beer oclock I think Im sober How bout we think this over over a can of King Cobra You aint nicer than the lunatic sheister AKA the Vikster, or the Vikmeister He wonders should he get a baldie Or keep his edge up, V-shaped like Mamuwalde That is the question They wonder why he always wear hats in the sessions New drink, named it after Chong daughter Triple shot of gnac with a chaser of bong water V a strong supporter Triple shot of gnac with a chaser of bong water Cmon bring the slaughter

Yaoooo Somtimes you need to let go And let somebody else through the threshold Im saying i aint tryna make ya jealous But when im on the the scene Elvis Why ya tryna throw sharks through my window Feds You tryna throw sharks through my window Ahhhhh Why you try to throw sharks through my window Why Tryna throw sharks through Nah baby! Whats on ya mind Damn you smart, but you aint fine Dressing like a stripper every fucking time Like you wanna do this job all ya fucking life Yea you ugly I said it yo You wrong as fuck Making me look like the hoe Attitude is nasty Irresponsible Look at the company you keep.in ua circle I aint perfect I made mistakes You if you was round more Same case I dont know but im sure we could use the space Looking at the main door Main source page You flipped ya magazines Peggy Bundy face Mad cause a nigga dreams make you suffocate Never believed Mustve thought a nigga fake You shouldve believed Cause now we at the pearly gates! Somtimes you need to let go And let somebody else through the threshold Im saying i aint tryna make ya jealous But when im on the the scene Elvis Why ya tryna throw sharks through my window Feds You tryna throw sharks through my window Ahhhhh Why you try to throw sharks through my window Why Tryna throw sharks through Go ahead, Call ya man Knowing that he couldnt do it like i can Being troublesome Get cha shit chewed up Like bubble gum Pop em if you really want Bringing a stranger in our business Ya girls bad enough so bare witness You got nigga at a scrimmage Line in ya mind cause a fine but we finished The hand that rocks a cradle never lie My super ex girlfriend got me like vanilla sky The thriller in manila Made the bitch loose her mind Got me running to the next Fresh check sign Man yo, i wish i seen the signs Facebook, MySpace, black planet grinds If time was an issue why you working overtime If money was the problem Why the fuck you stopping mine see!?! Somtimes you need to let go And let somebody else through the threshold Im saying i aint tryna make ya jealous But when im off the the scene Elvis Why ya tryna throw sharks through my window Feds You tryna throw sharks through my window Ahhhhh Why you try to throw sharks through my window Why Tryna throw sharks through The word Ex be short for excuses Bad sex for some could be useless Relation-ships Could sink in confusion The love boat dont move unless you in Its proven One night stands from bar stands In the back of her mind for mine How would i know? How she act sometimes Always something to hide Still a rare find How did i get here I fly stare through expensive eye wear Cheers This the glare from a care bear Her man thought he was a pimp but he as snitch Huggy bear Kids all over the house Daddy day care When your done Slide him a questionnaire Mean and his girl Leaning like a rocking chair Then.she show up Cape in the fucking air An yeah Somtimes you need to let go And let somebody else through the threshold Im saying i aint tryna make ya jealous But when im on the the scene Elvis Why ya tryna throw sharks through my window Feds You tryna throw sharks through my window Ahhhhh Why you try to throw sharks through my window Why Tryna throw sharks through Wow

The way these artists spitting, its ridiculous Im sick of this, no syphilis, Im listening to Infinite Reminiscing, on dissing wishing more niggas would spit like this Cause now they spit like shit, when it comes to skill, theyre missing it Its why Ive come to kill and disinfect, who am I dissing next? Im in to cleanse this rap shit from its sickening rep, so listen quick This is my fucking mission, shit, you had your chance, now zip it bitch Im here to cleanse cause you dropped the soap, you fucking prison bitch I rarely hear You sound like another artist Prolly cause the only one I sound like is Incarnate Comparing me to rappers you sound quite retarded Ima continue to kill this shit regardless/ Lyrically murderous these verses just disperse from him Serving up the worst, like a nurse coming to hurt you some Better show nice respect, I dont like neglect Show it, Ill slice your neck heaven on the mic, I wreak Blurting more words than the dude who says medicines side effects Breaking the rap sound barrier and leaving a path like fighter jets So dont act surprised my batch of rhymes got you magnetized My appetites as high as that of flying satellites Dont have to lie in my songs, I know my truthful raps suffice Meanwhile you mask your identity, what you have to hide? Find me destroying your block, more boiling hot Than Wiz when you foil his plot to enjoying some pot If you gon spit something have adequate resources for enforcement Never forcing only endorsing knowledge worth more porcelain And this only a portion of the potion Im pouring but its more than Youll be awarded by bumping artists who are worse than me Hope this reward is worth it cause I pour on verses More than bible studies so I could steady make them more than perfect I already orbit earth and chill like its the norm, observing How this war is hurting our earth and how I cant do more than serve this verse Im serving Im certain that you couldnt scratch the surface of the words Im blurting Whenever Im bursting verbs Im shaking worse than first time surgeons and virgins Bout to first insert their worm inside another persons skirt and Ima be the first bird to blurt these words, cause the early bird gets the dirty worm Even though I wake up late, beat that early bird like its a nerdy bird Steal that pretty worm and fly off flipping the other bird the bird In every possible way Ima hurt these jerks

She say you be busy as a bumble bee My day to day consist of gaining currency Shout out to my nigga spitta Curren$y Currently blowing on herbal leaf in need of Shirly T Temple, let her give me top til barely breathe Heard that she be giving all the remedy Come to think about it swear I heard her name on freak a leek Used to ride around in that old rinky dinky thing 2 chainz voice Yeah uh, Anita Baker Wrist game worth a whole season to the Lakers Yeah uh, Anita Baker Wrist game worth a whole season to the Lakers! Come here Sugar, I am Jamaica Purple super sour flower eat it like a savor Yeah um, and Im straight Two words youll never hear, not paid Anita Baker, Wrist game worth a whole season to the Lakers You are now tuned into 97.9 WIBB whos calling? Laquesha Ayee Laquesha you are caller 97! Youve won two tickets to go see Macon Hamilton Macon Hamilton! Greatest rapper alive, the greatest rapper alive

I got flaws I’ll admit, more then the rest of them I’m partly insane, delusional, cheesey as hell I’m sure I take a part of the blame It’s just kinda crazy how we still haven’t spoken We‘re family and this is gone too long under-woven But you won’t hear me out until I make it I know for a fact I say until but I’m unsure—it’s a fact My odds are around a 3% chance but I’m scared for my future Nothing clicks like it used to Lost interests Failing school I wish I didn’t lose you, on the low though I have to shift these fields I know The grass is greener somewhere I just can’t see from this hill I have to push past How they want us to fail Wants my brother in jail My sister to drop out And My mother in hell for running She just wanted freedom from abuse All she got was more From those that she thought she knew Based out in isolation I been losing sleep I’ve gotten tired of mourning, tired of mornings I dont got time for school, mom I’m occupied with a chord change You can take my keyboard and shit And but still be writing music I feel like I’m not worth it And no amounta internet posts you make can revert THAT you keep saying someone loves me I don’t take those words lightly I leave soft tracks BUT belonging is what I want to Follow It’s the hard facts that are Always a bit too hard to swallow My love is The size of Ecuador’s empanadas Wider then Ralphs Cesar Bag salad The Prodigeee laying dormant under-covers And he wants to show them allll His hidden talents READY? STAY STEADY WITH THE BALANCE! Don’t trip over that mattress We don’t have space for bed frames And Dom stayed over a few days How come? This album Takes so long ~I’m a perfectionist!~ A shitty excuse for a lazy FUCK

A modern day marvel, but terrible—better—horrible When he grab the mic from son, he crushed up all his metacarpals He said he aint mean it—totally by accident After the show, he didn’t follow where yall taxi went Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill They on the opposition to his ass-wack tax bill But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant And super like 1-A, have a fun stay One day, he plan to put in a runway With enough land for his own projects and gun play Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway Alotta yall ass out like gay runaways It’s how they say semi-risque All day everyday, give out Emmys the quick way Have the average MC say, Gimme a sick day! They really aint got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch In school, he kept a doo-rag in his bag lunch Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit He writ this skit in Sanskrit If the pants fit, sport em, but rock em low Your man like Rollo on the slow, cant knock it though Its like the same hustle, bro, two knuckles glow Tucked-in Le Tigre—just let the name-buckle show Good googly moogly—see that loogie? Yeah—but keep it on the D.L. Hughley You dont watch her, he might house her like Doogie Just to cut her loosie like, swoosh—Mitsurugi Gooey gum drops—who he got his style from? —his pops—you gotta give the bum some props Ask ya sister—her beat box is more-thicker DOOM that nigga detox with more liquor Villain for hire—admire the sound Make sure the price is right before he come on down! Rappers be on some You, you, you! Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew They need to not come out with nothing new Blew the whole shit up on some What this button do? Doom cheat the game like walk-thru Run ’em, son ’em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural This flow flip like oranges, apples Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple Leave her at the chapel, dont eat scrapple First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on In came the Villain with their own gear like, Hi, there Y’all play the rear, this whole year—my year. Metal face beard like Brillo pad Yall know his steelo so dont feel so bad Seed call him, Ol dad, the one the ol’ ho had Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads Okay pal, pay him like Paypal So we could be A-OK not OK Corral I think today Ill make the ladies say, Ow And maybe fuck around take a bow, now Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades Used to be straight As and still made the grade Tarded ass, how he get cash so fast? Year after last, left back in the retarded class Shoulda went to Boces Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent Find out where that bitch went, get a room, pitch a tent Yo—yo, Max—yo, change the beat, yo You got another one? Nah, yo

Hmm Yo yo, yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo Hmm, this one, this one is for... For Patrick, Isaac naLaizah Only three of my peoples is gonna get this The Black Fin back on the block Stacking the rock like he Tetris Cracking the lock, stacking the barrel He chew concrete, floss the street then poop out the gravel You cant see, me the PCPunk Killing the killers, kicking the skunk You faking the funk Tickle piano but he be digital Using all the RAM like bam the situation has become... scram Get away before I leave your tissue critical Mr Calabash he gonna smash it like the brass Never skipped a class but he never present I leave the teacher with the heebie-jeebies Rocking all the rags like super peasant Playing Super Ninja on a 64 Back in ‘97 when the homie was the president Hold up... The homie still the president Praying that he never get the jam Yo let me genuflect right quick I’m pious Rocking my FUBU leather LL made me do some really dumb things Well just some things, cause he taught me wreck a mic heavy Turn a chunky beat into some angel hair spaghetti Are you ready? Sharpen the teeth i’m bout to nibble the entrails Inhale the spirit of the rap Let go, the boy Lego Putting it back, back to the block The boy on the clock until the early morn While your baby and her baby yawn Feed the baby the best corn The goulash, the sauce Of course Imi musaderere malevel For instance I’m ‘bilongo’... theres a difference ‘San’ Domingo Hooped up like street ball Street calling goons for the breaker platoon Breaker breaker 1-9 How you write the rhyme with all the beef in the city? Cause I’m young and Im pretty Cue Voltron Come together slick to the stash Brainwave thicker than a Rasta middle finger on the hash Hashtag turbo when you looking Side-tag, I be looking sexy in a do-rag “Same Old Drag” but he picking the pace Some be African some be Caucasian Black Fin race be amazing I come from a long line of some dudes who sip wine slow Then roll feeling sublime, commit crime in the night time Then I take a little nap to get the energy back Boom, back and forth You know the memo, keep lean, stay get the green like the gecko Rinse it and repeat it like an echo Junior certificate from ZEDCO! Haha! Yes, I, I play too much But you guys, you guys.. you dont play enough Thats your problem Ehh!

Alright, here we go Uh Take you to that new plateau, through rap slow The world is mine like Brian De Palma Illuminati wants my mind, soul, and my body The kids a mix between John A. and Irv Gotti Golden shotty in the bed, where all these bloody roads end Where all that bloody dough spent Nas raised the bar, Im just trynna grab it For me rap is life, its no longer a habit Now that shit right there, its phony as fuck Kind of ironic the name Trillmatic stuck Just like the world, the choice is yours Give to the rich or expect more from the poor But think about if you lived on the top tier Is it worth all the glitz to live your fucking life in fear Most of you spit like you cant have any fun Voices like vampires, never been out in the sun Put a positive spin on the tough guy rhyme Just gotta thank God you aint gotta pray for a single dime Cause from time to time, I sit back and just think What would life be like if I didnt have a sink? If I lived in the projects and avid used the pyrex Contract the killer crabs when Im going up in raw sex No dad or mother, just me and my brother Only looking out for him and the PD undercovers Going home to no food or family at the dinner table Same shit happens everyday until youre picked up by the label All you wanna do is sweep your mistakes under the carpet Take them like a man and dont try to start shit Grandma always told me we people are equal We also kill one another, we lethal Man, fuck being peaceful Think I go hard now, just wait for the sequel

Opa, com licença, boa noite... Você já se sentiu as vezes como se tivesse caindo de um precipício? Como se a vida fosse um circo desde o inicio? Acorda o samba Na corda bamba Calhorda, caramba Aborda a santa Na borda da pista Melhor que assista O equilibrista Especialista Se te conquista Hasta la vista Basta! Invista: Naquilo que tu gostas e te tras tranquilidade Mas jamais dê as costas pra amizade de verdade Todos honrados súditos esbarram em obstáculos Respeitado público, bem vindos ao espetáculo Chamado circo da vida, quer saber por que? Em cada rua encardida é fácil de se ver O cansaço de viver na risada disfarçada Palhaço tem que ter muita piada decorada Que nunca leva a nada, porém fazer o que Se não for ousada, ninguém vai se entreter Impossível querer ter algo além de gorjeta Incrível deve ser quem só fica de careta Enquanto alguns trabalham, outros prejudicam E quando eles falham, bem, os bobos se implicam Falam, não se calam e acham que devem reclamar Não param de criticar porém nem querem ajudar Colaborar ou cooperar, preferem cuspir fogo Desferem se socos e seguem por si no jogo Todo povo é um pouco louco mas o estado já está crítico Político é sínico e ainda quer pinico É fato que rola boato que não somos bons Como donos do ato, fomos julgados pelos tons De epiderme, mesmo que só verme governe Se és racista e brasileiro, por favor se interne Se és machista por inteiro, então o amor te fere Se recupere do terror, não espere pela dor Merece o seu valor quem aguenta estupor Esquece o stress e confesse que aonde for Domador domina a fera e ainda atura o mau hálito Do diretor que cerra a cela pois fartura está no hábito Sádico de ver alguém sem paciência nem cultura Trágico pois convém bem a essência da ditadura O mágico mostra quem tem competência a altura Rápido ao levar a audiência à loucura Tem fenda na lenda, venda na prenda pra não bisolhar Aprenda na tenda, entenda que agenda tende a mudar Tente se adiar pra não chegar atrasado A gente vai suar pra se pá ser respeitado Permisso, isso não é errado? se ralar pra ser roubado? Serviço ao quadrado, valorizar os desenquadrados Nem tem idéia na platéia pois só tem marionete Manipulada, controlada, vendo TV das sete às sete Tête-à-tête! Desenquadrados... Desvalorizados... Carrega consigo o peso do circo De braço estendido, não nega ao amigo Abraço ou abrigo, escuta o que digo Só faça aquilo que queres que façam contigo

Step off me nigga Before I off the nigga Bitch Im often killing niggas with Shit I deliver, like liquor inside of ya liver Or Stabbing ya inner child Then I run wild, into the night No feeling of fright as I take bites of Marys delight Now pass me a light so I can get high as kite Thats not right Niggas tryna take a satellite flight Only invite the bitches that are tight as a bowl pack I love that Honey buns, sonic and run rap You run track Your mouth run more than ya legs do my kin Dont act Like a nigga aint made you Im Jesús mixed with fallen angels unstable Netflix with your girlfriend fuck cable Lightskin niggas bout to take the fucking world again So tell your friend to tell a friend to tell your girl again Sorry But its a party and its no niggas aloud Unless you bringing pounds Of the loud For the crowd Acting wild as possible dank Loud as possible Got the connect for Actavis its optional Nigga I been the one to get it done when the microphones swung to the hands of the man The nigga with plan Yes I do concur that my deliveries absurd at times And Im surprised that rhymed But truthfully we all gotta surprise ourself at times And thats cool R & R with the type of chick you meet at med school She a fool for the fool With the dunce cap Rapping cause I love rap, and she loves that, so she loves rap$ and I love that Its a fun fact That I bust tracks Most of yall go nuts for that I aint signed to label controlling me Im unstable I said it Like You read it on reddit But I tweeted on twitter Now heres some crack for you niggas

Soul brothers, from other mothers, stutter off each other like butter But her butts like no other though! Any who - “LEM you hungry?” “Naw that’s plenty Betty Sue!” Mumbling on the MIC after me, lay off the henny dude Bring plenty pennies to us, plus twenties too Do it how we do till 22 and after After your shows there’s laughter, after my flows it’s rapture Consult Usain Bolt, he couldn’t lap my mind Try to find a cat signed that’s messing with my grind The black pastor, I preach hymns ain’t seen grams dance faster Young padawans peep the head masters Ear buds in, sucka I’m your head’s master Hats off to the cat’s that snapped on Been slept on, stepped on, rapped and leapt on Plus a day keeps the doctor away Bringing in the batter - no matter what he say Mayday, mayday, get out the booth Swing a punch line thatta knock out a tooth or two The super two, Shags and Scooby-Doo Clueless dubey dudes stunned from the funky dung he spew Get out ya monkey suits

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Repeat repeat the question. The heat get you heated but Peter the pan pan crow cause I can’t stand, Sad kids stuck again in a never land, Miscommunication causing complications all the time. They’re fcking lies half-truths to satisfy the human mind! But you caught my drift quick and the point is this: Don’t trip and just dip. Don’t trip and just dip. Repeat, repeat the question. You’re neat and you’re fleeting with passion, When we’re rolling in your jeep I’m dancing in my seat deep We creep -like tlc -so street -like a freak. I never talk sht like a weak geek only weekly, On the weekends -shout out to my dead friends Prophets past poets that always kept me going and I’m showing off. I’m blowing off, im blowin up, blowing in the wind, like dinner while you’re killing it! Im willing but im not free-will in it. I like the way it taste please don’t let it go to waste. I like your face, and I love toothpaste. Please stay for awhile, With that pretty smile, stay for awhile

Lee spiked my drink Sink like water drown drained Twist and tap i dont give a damn When he regins theyre poor Inundated by tears see you sore Out of wack wack you out Cant handle bass of subconscience Tremble to the treble Like malcom is the middle Lost is the world and im in it You got a pool of thoughts Though dont know how to swim in it I stroke to progress You stroke through nervousness I congress You vote out of fear My ear pierced by the sound like a diamond in it My pitch black so my ideas blinded The light shines out of common sense, This makes me reflect My reflex is paper not currency Write like its wrong Thats my mean so i dont interact like that socially Thats my mean but far from average, A place to find solace So lace tracks for cultures to cruise not race Pace it doesnt mean a thang We move at the same equality Beard stroke in your pool of thoughts, And i come out the other side the same Just more wisdom attained Thats what i do got grey patches, In a metaphoric sense i got dollars and sense Pounds pence hence I dont want to deprive you of my charity In dark places u can do with enlightening In dim shit gets romantic candle burning Sense that my desire Im yearning If youre taking notes not learning

Bro this beat is simply retarded yo Sound like it came off the hate Ricky Ricardo show Lucy on the phone she said Youre not home Woozy eyed, chromed out newly fried dome What they say When in Rome, do OM He dont need much to construed a crude poem A few bones for an intelligent plan A couple a grand, and an elephant man hand Bring a skeleton ya might get a whole jam Sell it in ya Mom n Pop records ta souls stand Just dont tell em when a Rock n Roll fan He dont eat gelatin, hot or cold ham Yall dont know the same Daeledus I know Just to earn trust he try to make me bust a wino He said Dont worry, he already did his thinkin I tapped him with the chete said Why he still blinkin? Untie him, do your own dirty He shot em and told em Youre not worthy So I says What happened to ya skull piece? Alotta yall rappers be rappin to dull beats Hes Robotrons right hand A pro-con white man with a Cali-like tan Ima like Tracks is alright man, but uh I dont know ... Like wheres his other foot at? ... Forget it yo.

Just take look at your ripped jeans, youre killing me Take a look at your converse, youre killing me Please get a shirt that fits you, youre killing me Blow it up tonight and fight and fight and fight I wasnt drunk, youre just a jerk And I can still see your smug smirk Even though you didnt know I lied And you didnt see me quit my job or fly off the handle I still got your keys Ima crawl in I dont have your keyboard, I sold it I didnt even wait to hear back To pack, back to PVD, I haul ass Take a look at your haircut, youre killing me Take a look at your glasses, youre killing me Placement of the piercings, youre killing me Blow it up tonight and fight and fight and fight You talk all about life on lifes terms All I can think about is this girl needs life alert You got off hall restrict You couldnt get your cords Spend all night saying you dont wanna lose your dog And I get it, I made friends with the losers The yoga-doers and computers Taking vacay at McClayclay Theyve been here too many times All the nurses assists getting pissed And the sad things that It shouldnta happened at all I get home and I stare straight at the fucking wall I write poems and try to rap to spend the time Getting money from my family and my pity, Im fine In the hall sittin pretty playing scrabble Board games bored life Apples to Apples Everyone somehow makes it work And youre stressing about your silly little bands merch Im a moron with moms laptop, say its poetry And I could draw the pattern on the ceiling from my memory Maybe someone elsell write these fuckin songs for me Im bomb and Im not even in the industry Take a look at your ripped jeans, youre killing me Take a look at your converse, youre killing me Please get a shirt that fits you, youre killing me Meet the quota or fight and fight and fight This time Ill try not to lie About the shitty things that other people did Im exiting the tiny shell you trapped me in Here i go retreating to my castle in the sky Write rhymes and cry and hide til im verified Just take look at your ripped jeans your killing me Take a look at your converse, youre killing me Get a shirt that fits you, youre killing me Blow it up tonight and fight and fight and fight

After hours of fighting and evading police, SOBERDOOM buried the money before he was detained and called in for questioning about an anonymous tip on a Doomsday device he was developing Throat get itchy like my hands when Im grifty Your man stance iffy, I Kyrie the hands shifty It might be a man down here, the ground slippery Don’t walk with your hand out here, you not Iggy Cause even with a nine, its hard to get a dollar They don’t brag about they KD, here they rather hidе em Catch em on Front Street lacking, like yеah I got em So you learn to blend in out here like an iguana I might relocate out in Ghana and over yonder Cause ever since the jet killed Mamba, I couldnt ponder How the fuck Im gon build a Wakanda among a monster ’Cause Plymouth Rock landed on ghettos to kill our fathers Most my heroes had to use pipes Couldn’t use the AC in the summer, money too tight Taught in life the people you encounters only two types- winners and the ones that’s only living just to lose Hachoo, nigga Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Clear my throat and make money, keep it low Steal at any chance like a- Hands stay clean like they jeans made of soap While they stay on the side of a street paved of gold What about the people that was stuck here and sold But all they wanna know is how much is the show Train with no wheels, kept life like pastor Much faster, coming up to the party right after Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat After three years of being interrogated, and not giving the police any information on the whereabouts of said device, the most infamous villain was sentenced to a hundred years in the harshest prison in the world. Stann still has yet to figure out that his other half isnt exactly who he thinks he is; it is the primary reason why he is in this prison. Will Stann ever find out the truth about his partner? Will he even make it out of this prison alive? Tune in to the next SOBERDOOM to find out

If all the serpents would surface, ‘stead of circling my circumference Certainly I’d stay comfortable, steadily bumping to something Surf the server and serve a server, solely spitting sermons with fervor Forever a fever pitched pervert, flipping nouns and verbs and proverbs Proceeding forward, the logical step is Lotto is next up A nigga so fresh, man, I gotta get my prerequi--sites My niggas are wit it if “it” is the shits And you looking for great? But dawg I’m good as it gets I’ll make a splinter cell outta any Master Splinter ratting ass nigga Made a dinner out his bitch’s beaver Said she was the winner Cause she cumming first and what is worse is I aint even enter yet If my tongue game is godly, then girl my dick gon be heaven sent If I ever meant anything that I ever said, its that I aint finished yet I wont stop til I own my own dealerships, ‘stead of doing this dealer shit I mean it man I mean, I done seen it all That means I can be the man But I’m So casual about the casualties, body count is racking up Acid like a battery, boy you just aint black enough You speaking proper, plus you’re clean? You premadonna. You aint from these streets Put this heater on you, show you what it means to be bout it bout it Man y’all dont know my struggle so dont you ever doubt it We aint birds of a feather But if this nerd can take these words and change his purpose for better Then unearth some of that herb, nigga I’m down for whatever Beat Change// Its the scholarship chasing, still still stressed, so im still blunt facing Learned patience is the key, gotta fake it til you make it No stations on the radio are playing my shit, but like Rihanna’s face baby I’m just taking my hits No Tribe, No Quest, No Scenario Leader of the New School, I’m busting rhymes Bump N Grind, playing on the stereo Room spinning, sitting still, call that shit a merry-go Round go down and I’m licking on her Areo--la No coke, no cola, hidden in the back of the Motorola Yola, whippin in the pot Dirt up on my shoulders, finna dust it off Feeling like she finna call me daddy Finna Ben-Gals over like its Cincinnati Paddy wagon passing, crazy like a taxi, padded like a maxi Fashionable, so I smash a baddie, every nationality

Rhymemaster Charlie G going galactic This life I came from wasnt fantastic Had to be flexable like elastic Aint fake like plastic cause thats cheap Think deep and like video games stay away from the creeps I like marshmellows but dont like the peeps Learned to enjoy winning through defeat Take a seat on this wild cattle ride From the funky style to saddle I write Over a clear light night Just earlier got a bite at the MexiCali Express It was the best so I came back wth the fam Got a few tacos and was just like Damn Yasiel Puig coming with the grand slam Found this beat and I just went ham Without further adue let me say this true If I dont live my life kicking through the speaker Ill end up just to be another tweaker Slip in my sneaker check all my features and clothes No hoes no drama Peep Im almost outta high school and no baby mama Keep my rhyme warm just like a busy sauna Lyrics and poems swarm in my head Let these bad thoughts get me and ill kill myself dead Around seven pushing in about going to heaven Swallowed some pills and booze at the age of eleven Life in the house really wasnt that great Falling in bad shape Wrote a poem in the 1st grade Scribbled hand writing but it was made Got my first relate of rap as a young boy Elementary music teacher telling how i sung with joy And there I begun at point 10 years later seems like just yesterday Writing funky joints Making that first album right Keep ya bobbing all night I like my drinks dark never light I get into mischief sometimes aint so bright My height is about 5 foot 6 inches I going all in for the riches and tha bitches Gotta keep cool and calm Fresh like pomade I dont want booty sex thats shit craze I aint magic And from eazy, the rap community sees aids as tragic Pass that, here you can have it Women are still like trading cards Getting drove on like boulevards Thats a damn shame cause faces are more than names and photos But brothas cant keep shit on the low so you know Rumors are spread some shit about head leave you socially dead nothing but some walking pussy Unfed and selected to break the bed and not the bread Cant unsay what was said But hey yo Life has its come and goes like a mini mart Good and bad, but remain strong at heart Dont get torn apart by others Live up to your own identity Wanna party or wanna read Control a mic like an MC Wanna rock or make stock Tick and talk live off the block Wanna be slut or wanna be virgin Dont wanna graduate high school heres your application for the pizza hut Im tryna be the Hip-Hop Head Surgeon No need for a confirmation this is Version 2 of Charlie G Coming in hot right on the spot yeah thats me Out from the 5-0-3 or even 9-7-1 Call it done see ya where the sun sets along the Oregon coast Where we toast the sea And be gone with anxiety Smoke the best tree and get high as me as I climb the billboard to the top And there I just wont stop Gimma the crown im the best in town But yo Im still underground

Im goin harder than these motherfuckers think they can Man to me yall might as well be spittin Sam I am Weak rappers pollute the fuckin internet An whats funny man is they think theyll ever get a check Fuckin funny, yall aint even got the money To buy your own mic or gear, gotta ask dad and mummy Ill put it bluntly, put the fuckin mic down humbly Cause if I ever hear ya name, youll fuckin leave the country Im feelin funky, so fuck pullin punches Man Ill say one more thing, whack rappers, cmon do something Cause I think we could always really use a good laugh And man your music, thats fuckin laugh tracks Thats a sad fact, but sometimes truth hurts But anyways man Ive been spittin for like three years And Im making yall faggots look like started yesterday And that you fuckin get hammered on like three beers

Aggressive, passive-depressive, I go hard with a massive erection/ Now my dick becomes the toy of a perky-titted kitten/ I let her have a taste as long as its not bitten..../ Ouch!/ she got too excited, toothrub on the tip made me Fuck up while Im writing/ lyrics that cringe craniums when entering the earlobe And will heighten your senses when booming from the stereo and Light your eyes up like a spliff in the darkness, chosen to win like Sora Against the heartless/ uh, cozy and restless from battling the stress Of many potential EXs, one swing and off go their heads, but really the hardest part Is the location of where they rest/ chaotic, unstable and psychotic; I go commando in Sweatpants and tank top, the neighborhood girlies likin how the sweaty nuts pop/ Slide the pipe in a sweet thick shawty, once you go cozy, youll never be lonely Not being over confident its all this testosteronie girl/ as I look in your immaculate eyes You can be the chieftess of my tribe cause honey check it out you got me mesmerized, with your black Hair and those phat-ass thighs/ barbie girls with no brains get the blind eyes But my dick doesnt discriminate like a goth wearing tie-die/ A good body and a good personality can both get you a night with the swank dick daddy So bend that ass over let me beat them patties, she didnt believe, she screamin to the pillow that it hurts now/ Sling shit like politicians that throw dirt thats monkey business its all in a niggas days work to Be a jerk and rock the mic till it melts from all this acid that spilled from my lips and the gasses leaving the stands faceless/ I cant get paid cause my managers arms and legs are misplaced, eyes falling out his sockets i got no time to waste/ Imbeciles categorize tryna put a nomad in his place, Im an artist, fuck rap genres are only constraints/ I been in the game, less than 365 days, give me a year Ill have this whole fucking city in wastes/ Cozy

Let me get my shit off one time Tryna find Yeah Im tryna live and be positive Thats how you do, rollin through Look at you I seen hundreds and some blue I seen hard times too Speak on them shits, Trey Here to articulate the pain Every days the same They screaming Stop Asian Hate they dont care about our pain Unless you Johnny Coltrane Dance nigga boy, its a Soul Train Big house acclaim, a gold chain How you deal with your indifference? I stand in the mirror bickering for dolo though They owe dough My nigga straight here, thats thе reason why they jealous Comе and get us JFK, super Put cash on the Ether, get paid, take over like Jay End of the day, Fila magazine Meet me at the mezzanine I cartograph a path for steady cash Let me do the talking, you just look tough and hang that Every hill we climb, we came back With gold trinkets, to floss on niggas We big on business, like EPMD I banquette Nike, fuck PNC And the bread they wouldnt loan me I had to make a hundred thousand by my lonely Thats facts

Im trying to find my way in the world, you know, Im tryna be somebody instead of just make money off everybody Uh This one for Nujabes and Dilla Beat this shit like MJ but Im more of a thriller Just wanna pack all my shit and move out to a villa Nothing more important than the music, family and scrilla Im a masked killer, thats LeBron on the Heat 61 to your head, you fuckin with the elite Might link Giggs down south, yall got me kissin my teeth Go back home to Nigeria like Jidenna the chief Dont really get into beefs In fact, my tranquillity so high M Huncho is shaking in his briefs The fact I wake up everyday, man, it bring me reliеf Cant nobody stand between me and my beliеfs Ive been a beast for a minute Its gon be a long time fore Im reaching my limit Man, I got my city rocking front to back like Xzibit You know the one lasting image I got is everything alright with my spirit Its my big day, so give me a chance to get a bag All you niggas need to pull up your pants before they sag Straight lab rat, they doin tests on me But Im acing every one just like the ACT I know they cant see me Thats whenever I be shootin my techs Throw ya hands up for DOOM and X Ive been a Ruff Ryder Pour me another cider Got the exaggerated swagger of your neighborhood spider Im gone

Im landlord of the amp cord, priest to the beats Preach to the choir, set fire to the streets , torture rap, ya weak rat Put space in your bars, control alt delete that Heimlich flow, it got you choked up Wanna copy something, come and paste these nuts Fool me once then shame on you Second time around that jokes on rue Ever wanted whoever get it whoever gotta Whoever pumped it, whoever cocked it, whoever shot er Body shape you til your bones are like maracas Dre with the game, drunk on vodka playing docta Now thats an image for the mind, Im picture perfect in my prime We can scrimmage for the line Man Im in it for the grime, and Im in it for the shine And you in it when it prime, and you in it for.... fine Im like a pistol wielding poacher For all of you culture vultures Snapping your girls over the shoulder Boulder holder Told you they figure they bigger? Dig a bigger ditch Beat him with a brick Til all of his limbs twitch Grind on his bitch Til the DJ yells switch ???? carved in stone Thats carving out an itch You itch for a scratch Aint no cure for your poems Aint no future to be had From no cubicle walls disgruntled workers See his bosses neck and choke it Wrote his will On the back of a pack of post-its On that note, I regret to inform his closest Friends and family, his future now is hopeless Light at the end of the tunnel, you niggas should focus Cause whats coming, trust me, you cant afford not to notice Yall finished, Im just getting started Hear yall rhyme my heart starts to harden

Theres only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like were deaf Tempt me, do a number on the label Eat up all they emcees and drink em under the table Like, Its on me—put it on my tab, kid However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it Youre leaving on your face, forfeit I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it Told him tell em they stole it, he told her he lost it She told him, Get off it, and a bunch of other more shit Getting money, DTs be getting no new leads Its like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds Its the weed, give me some of what he drooping off Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough They group been soft First hour at the open bar and theyre trooping off He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road She asked him autograph her derriere, it read: To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd Love, Villain — take pride in code words Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy No, hes not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed How is only one left? The pack comes in six! Whatever happened to two and three? A herb tried to slide with four and five And got caught like, What you doing, G? Dont make em have to get cutting like truancy Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me! Looser than a pair of Adidas I hope you brought your spare tweeters MCs sound like cheerleaders Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin

More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth Virgo, Zodiac Peace, love and gat Grab the same receipts from the snippy snacks Citing all, I got em trapped by the fleece hoodie Racking em all like where the cypher at yall? Washed up just like Dwight Gooden Like a bucket full of shit and hot pudding Yo, disco doughnuts, pills and throw up ill trill yall, its a holdup Im on the moon rappin, getting space head From a ill three titty space bass-head My magic 808 is gold-plated homie It spits flames and DJs repeat me homie Im on the beat, two, three homie You want to see a little peak, you gotta pay I gotta eat homie, Im on the beat homie So be a peach And tell your girl she need a better technique More tongue and less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth Citizen to god, damnit Came to make them sick like some thick hot clam spit Lit this brick a toxic ham bit Its Vic, the mic quicker on some pick your pocket scam Ish, wrote this faster than speeding crawfish With a nut wit to get a bleeding whore nauseous The rawest of the raw, be cautious Hardcore god cost more than porches, torturous Herbs, all words no deeds Like a garden full of weeds, fertilized with speed Guaranteed to make your third eye bleed V get cheese at a bird fly ease Off of these mad slick riddle scraps Put em now thats a Vlasic pickle traps Spastic lyrical jabs Spent his last plastic nickel rap nickel on craps More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth Aw, shucks pa You shoulda spent that on Trimspa Emcees think they Grey Goose But they just Vladimir Vodka Kaka shen, suse pejo? Sticking crackers for their Zunes or their iPods PackofRats down on Diagon Alley Im copping Weasleys Wheezes Then I dip to the Three Broomsticks for some Butterbeer Yeah, yeah yall, you know I love it here I rap this way because I rap this way I dont give a fuck about your back in the day A fuck about your 93 A fuck about hip-hop I got tight jeans and a flat top A girl that loves Brit-pop Now, what you know about that? Probably nada, papa You cant step to me, with mommys old recipe Go back to the lab, Ill even pay for the cab And a new foil mask, PackofRats on that ass With class and panache Like the black Boy George that I am In a Dodge Ram with Coke up in the Philly fitted Yup, Im all words, fuck deeds Im at home watching BBC laughing at Mr. Bean Hes a funny cracker yall More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth I got a part-time gig And I do it better than these cartoon kids Working hard at they full time thing So that means Im the cleaner man Sorta like Superman, holla and Im Fumbling a of shit I hate bragging , yo I kinda got a big dick So Im contempt when little niggas pose off and chat bout Yeah this is big dog accident, dent ya And not a fender bender, uh-uh His momma deal with Plastic Little, leave you brittle So just ask us or just trust us Plastic pickle nuts touch your nose and chin Cinnamon scented, yo smell it The girls tell me its cocoa butter flavored Ones you cant get, wont even fuck with I grip em up and tuck em in a nigga-nannie split Then hes open on the regular, yes sir Fuck this I got women to dress Checks to cut and then turns to debt Enjoy them hip-hop social security checks More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth More tongue, less teeth

On the microphone with the same high that killed Geronimo Stilton, or at least the children Im sober now, hoping that the codeine dont get thrown around; No, no no Im vulnerable Fuck this shit, lets go to the hook If I had a million dollars, Id buy another wallet Or maybe a sauna, make me look hotter If I had a million dollars, Id put myself inside ya Speaking to the women, dont make me say pause, uh Pause, haha

Ima great speaker staying deeper than coral is Untamed reaper aint an mc yah wanna quarrel with Yall upon the shores of wit im on course to hit The floor with such force I may boar to the core of it Warn youre clique as Dusen loosens Storms of scripts this dudes inhuman Mucus spewed issues the true solution To remove profusion of dudes polluting Music shooting across the web You get noosed if your off the ebb And flow then go and pose for cred See I loathe those cloaked toe to nose in threads Show some sense slow down the act man Dont youre heads hold and ounce of passion Yah More for trends not bout the rapping? Hand forth yah pen and leave out the back then As This rogue aims to dismiss those lames Yall aint learning the first thing bout scripting dope game I dip with yo chain this mis fit throws flames Chakras burning in flurries I spit lit propane Infringe yo fame crippling image portrayed Stencils gone break ending sickening charade From the hip hit as aim never sways Heading straight to the top head a blaze Like the ghost rider dope rhymer never getting paid Even though range is wider than tibetan plains Craftily surpassing haphazards weak Mc I chance upon In fact are fast to peace As my raps elite like acid burn through tracks and beats Practically the worst dude to pass in streets Ill melt youre virtues like plasticine Cause when Its comes to rap its sure Duse is packing heat Earth soon will crack as he drops his shit No applause yah sit slack jawed in shock from scripts But maybe Im an optimist and not so sick Maybe I lost my wits and been all talk no spit But fuck that Im not gone quit Till Im dropping in a coffin i wont stop thats it

Javais déjà ce style étant enfant Looser I had this style ever since I was a child Looser Ya win some ya lose some Ya cant win em all In pinball between him and yall Its a thin Berlin wall He aint tryin to hear it Better luck next time Yeah thats the spirit Wrote the check for a dime I hate to see the management percentage Or even his rent to live The whole gigs tentative Before he got suspended teacher warned him Get something to fall back on You cant depend on just a wack song As long as he contact Fuzati he got a chance But wont be coppin no Ducati with that advance He couldnt get a Maserati keychain Kinda makes him wanna pull a Kamikaze peabrain Snap out of that dry eyes wet pen Beat the crap out of cat and tell him try try again If at first you dont suck lets not spoil it Villain get a shot at a guest spot and soil it Despot of your desktop toilet Better come with your best plot hell foil it Hell throw a wrench fast did he mention french class Everytime a wench pass fresh stench of ass Itll take some gettin used ta They say he got his metal mask from a booster Its no clues ta, DOOM the karate blow boozer And Fuzatis no loser x2 Javais déjà ce style étant enfant Looser I had this style ever since I was a child Looser Je suis l’autre homme invisible Celui sur qui il n’y aura pas de série Et dont les gens ne se rendront compte qu’il est mort Qu’en sentant sur son palier comme une odeur de chair pourrie Au foot, personne ne voulait me passer la balle Tant mieux ! Cela m’a entraîné à courir après le vent Le bonheur sait où j’habite mais il ne vient pas très souvent Lorsqu’il s’ennuie Dieu écrit des symphonies de souffrance Pour les entendre il suffit que j’approche mon oreille De la bouche d’une femme me disant qu’elle m’aime sincèrement Ce qui ne l’empêche pas de coucher avec ce type régulièrement Marre de tirer des thunes pour essayer de tirer des filles Envie de prendre un flingue en criant pendant que je tire en l’air Couchez-vous toutes, bande de putes ! C’est l’heure du missionnaire ! Là, je viens je revêtir ma combinaison de macho Je ne l’aime pas trop, je crois que l’étiquette me gratte Pourtant la mettre est le seul moyen que j’ai trouvé Pour que certaines acceptent de venir chez moi et de se mettre à quatre pattes Dans la vraie vie je suis romantique et même sincère Ce sont des maladies et j’espère qu’elles s’opèrent Ou à la table familiale il manquera bientôt un couvert Je lui ai dis je t’aime, mais elle n’était pas d’accord Avec ou sans moi le film de sa vie sera toujours hardcore Ne pleurez pas pour moi, j’étais déjà mort x2 Javais déjà ce style étant enfant Looser I had this style ever since I was a child Looser

Whats the point of being in love when they dont love you back Both of my new songs have gotten a rack Driving around with the wide frame steer And we both know what you fucking did last year I dont know who this was directed at I guess i took a little too much of that yak School, work, friends all want to pressure me Life isnt so chocolatey like a fucking ovaltine These fuckers wanna say that my rap is a novelty Now i wanna throw hands like im alec ogletree Faggots who call me a mumble rapper better be lying Im mufasa bitch, im a fucking lion Me vs rap is like david and goliath I really like you and now my problems multiplying Girl youre so divine and I wanna hit like babe ruth But we cant Aint that the fucking truth If youre listening, please know im sincere But this song was a bet and i may not sound too clear My nasal cavities may not be too clear Ofo pass was lyrically trash And i know sometimes i act a lkttle bjt rash I just wanna feel something like when i dine and dash Im a goofy boy imma make you mash and im a decent guy we dont have to smash Basically what im saying is i wanna be your guy And i dont wanna go to sleep tomorrow saying no gf gn

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 see through Like my genie in a bottle Miss could get me rich like a magaziney 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, 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

Part 1 - Iris Forget a Bugati, I woke up in a chariot With a married prince-ess, yes Put the story together like Christ-mas Fix the bread, paper, then you get the cake, Im For the fake hate, you KKK? Mayday, payday on the Mayflower A decade late, oh look my chain flyer You came looking today, but Im a chain higher Keys open doors, but door get bigger Same high as before, still a broke --- Go figure... How Sidd disfigure...Those bodies with this finger... Shaking his eyes, he past tense Meaning he mad, and you past tense Over heres the future - Open and deliver Strike out the bat hoping you would catch it... He batshit, no captions Its the massacre as he battle on Everybody get down, he cant stand the law! Part 2 - Heart Indestructible In her fucking whip She knows shes coming back I just wish Id hit... Fuck the beat! Still resentful Got a flow? Yeah, Ive got like ten more Look there where he goes, and that pen oh! Hes marvelous Not of this Earth, hes god-sent I dont mean to condescend, but thats when I learnt I gotta spit And them feelings spill into the millions til this realm is hell, Im done with this Mudafucka... Back to the story, why dont you call me A pro in the pussy category at the least? She leaves, leaving his heart on the green leaves, he smokes memories You swore you would never leave Ivory never met her ebony, and I never met her before, but I sorta remember her like a clever metaphor She split Living this life, with little to no ice Dont gotta see to know eyes, I got deceit, dont go bye Conceited so I gotta swell pride Puff up that chest, til its inside your heart But instead of your chest, Im spreading you apart Lift ya legs, let me stick it in, baby girl Alcohol in, haha Let me liquor a bit Part 3 - SpaceTime Walking down the street, with a look on my face Suggests Im down, but Im feeling alright Dear God, I hope you listening I just wanna fill you in With these big thoughts that seem to fill my little head At first I didnt feel like I fit in... Either with the blacks, whites, or indians Left a bit depressed, in the end, I swear But I came back at it like a rabbit with the hat, its magic, italics I managed to beat it, I wonder, does it cycle? Even if it does, Im fine cause Im... Dear Mom, I hope you listening I just wanna fill you in With this big talk stemming from your little kid I know we had our arguments... Either rooms and in the den But you would never give an inch, neither would I Not your fault, but I was depressed as shit Never tried suicide, but I was contemplating death It started raining cats from the clouds above But Im fine now, and everythings in its right place Right place... And time

Intro : Burning from the sky burning from the sky Hes burning from the sky Verse 1: Jet, burning from the sky, Icarus Legend, told by the blind it was Bush Do you believe in myths and fantasies Do the words you seek contain apathy? Apparently, I was three Flipping through the comics Daddy breaking baby bottles Sleeping with an empty stomach Looking for a grail so holy Solo Jones the game I studied Money earned from family jewelry Neji blocked chackras lowest points Now you stuck in boxes, Tamagotchi toys Thou wondering where I got this power God-parents Im Peter Parker Fairy flows you Denzel Crocker Youre below I spaz out harder Pardon me Chorus : Got me preaching got me preaching Lord! Show me pavement to damnation for! The death of competition its my mission Let that verse be, be your mercy listen 2x Verse 2 : Forgot about me so I let the blockbuster In the record store Isle three door knob covered The connoisseur I kinda saw her Cheating by the looks, predicted miles Knew their styles, it was textbook No love for the allies I ignored all eyes Cause when I look through their smiles it was all lies Imma let that breathe Only out of breath When truth is all I speak Im plotting for revenge Dont grab assumption going ape shit Fight mode Im mashing buttons Mr. Burns, my powers plant Howd you do that? Dont know a random thing My bad never meant to conquer kings With this Laserbeam Aint exist, bitch stay woke We live in Stranger Things Been raising brands in Instagram Im serial scope your house watch the birds-go Realness when horror scopes through you window Never wanted jewelry there was gems in I Vintage bogey from Philly, Kumusta? For people who dont know then Tang-ina Google translate these codes for despise Chorus 2x

Verse 1: First up at night Smoking loud landmines In your dreams midnight thief Make a rack where sun dont shine Every rapper want to be fathered Staying close to my stack Groupies switching up like a bunny Killing brain cells looking for meaning of life Dead in your eyes dead on sight Get smacked Pulling bunnies out hats magic wand All white going blind The fame getting close Funny done in a honey Lap dance lost my heart Late night eyes are a lamp Chorus x2: Cant fold under pressure Black out wake up a miracle Fake is as fake does fake And its just my luck Fold under pressure Fold under pressure Fold fold under pressure Im only getting rich Bridge: Greet your highness with a bow Lost in a world of loss Flying high with the crow Still cant find my soul Verse 2: Misty outside Dont naive Cost less to keep your faith The uncut saga All were after is bliss Seeing whos nicer Catch a grip Ask if we care Curfew still trying to cuff Weed stash low passing out past Start the bath to bathe How were living life Dome in a foam pit must have Hurt to see you go so quick Stuck around get the pipe Rip my heart apart yours the same shape

El Umboumbukar Swimming through women Timid yet winning She wasnt a fan of rimming Yet her tongue was spinning Twas her first thanksgiving She was surely living Only the beginning As her thong was thinning How fitting I began to feel the urge that wed soon be skimming Twinning, linning, birth the living White on her kidney What was I thinking? Didnt want to tell her Forgot La Tutela Face turning yellow What to say? Dont wanna be touchee That wanna be cooked me collard greens the next day Told her of the milk and it hit her like a death ray Villain got left on the side of the street Fresh meat got the water skit by Alexi Told her to text me She told me dont sex me Next she left me perplexed, what an effect I need rest Jack Best Rack Set Bad Chest Fashion Shooter With the Negro Booler, Smarter than a tutor She clicked clicked clacked like a supercomputer Than Dipped after that like a fucking party pooper Left her necklace on her seat Put it up for bidding Forbidden superstar El Umboumbukar! You know who the shooters are Curry, Thompson Sunny, Ramen Muddy, Friend, Buddy, Compton Swamps and Action Bronson Wisconson Johnson Theyve all been through the legend of Tommy Men and mommy, Always running from me Good with paper, Murakami Oragami On the edge and sledge hammer lookin floppy Who want me, Not you not her Spot her drop her faster than copper Rockin Ricky Jackson, like Lamar Leave the door ajar January 13th, The King of Qatar, regarde, voir Kinda bizarre, but he plays the guitar Its El Umboumbukar

I wasnt tryna catch a case, like Max B But pretty green always seems to attract me Her eyes harassed me I stared back and she asked me Damn you cute You tryna run this like a track meet? Where was you last seen? Just dont attract heat If you dont blow this, I will And make you happy She dapped me Her ass was immaculate I took it back to the crib And rolled the blunt fat as shit Now we scheming Talking like were out of it Walk in with the AK like its Payday Then we out this bitch Yeah Im bout this Foxy can drive the get-away Its not like hes been getting paid, Anyway Just some kids getting fucked up in anyway 16 Cs but we cant afford Medicaid Anyway, Excuse the hyperbole Thoughts are obtuse when i get a little herb in me She served the tea Pennyroyal I believe All I know is I know nothing, like Socrates Bitch please, You know youve got to give me more Started off with liquor stores Now we on to bigger scores Armored trucks arent really much Im getting bored Aint been sober in a month or 4 Plus the cops curse the day that my mother fucking cut the chord? Bonnies loko but i love her so I called her Hunnybunny We wrote a Pulp Fiction Shes got a pretty face but i wont miss it Cause now shes got me framed up like Biggavell One last kiss she said you devilish So give them hell So i gave them hell

Im mentally sick but i pick the right instrumentals Your girl so gently more like sentimental Whoever try to see my rhyme book its confidential I aint playing please dont be judgmental Can i be chance and be experimental Chillin at central waitin for that medal What else can i say i really wanna shine But i wont lie my mind is fluctuated i keep pressing that number nine Its on my mind girls now days are always on my line Niggas on site give it up I told you im coming up This is my warm up Third eye open investigating Government lies with these eyes 20 years old but im so wise The devil gonna rise Need to hide my soul cause its a prize Whenever someone dies someone cries Im only in this world to give you advise Are you surprise Hell yeah kid with no confidence Going to the top Deep down am i really gonna flop Im tryin to make history with this weird dream Haters everywhere shinning me down Gonna live up to this dream Blowing out steam But oh well i have my team The scheme is to get a deal and die tryin Im goin extreme wit this words So poetic its pathetic when you see a guy chase for ass for so long Eyes are magnetic Met a real bad chick She wanna hang around with my clique Oh thats SICK Praying for my sins Peeling of skins Hiipower, Hiipower, Hiipower Rules the nation and the... radio station Persistent when i write so consistent when i rap On a mission do you girl in every position Now she wants to be my mistress In every season thats the reason With that great pleasing Winning the race to success Such a dream chaser King in time Remember the name And... What i sayyyyy

IF YOU AINT GET IT FROM THE BAKERY IT AINT RIGHT Yall niggas played out, better get some new lines Trying to step? We spit dirty, so get your shoe shined No croutons All about the salad though Smoking on a salad bowl No blunts it dont matter though Got high hopes take your bowls and we shatter those Then we take your blunts, because I prefer the latter though Climbing up the ladder Trying to get higher than Saturn Lame niggas pitch game but Im the designated batter Or hitter Youre the runt of the litter I feel bad for ya You get her but you dont ever hit like she Sabathia I take a bath in her She smell like lavender Hit it seven times till she weak like a calendar She Dodge you, Im your Challenger Buy her new whips, I charge her for every visit This aint quidditch but I sweep her up and score Yea Im winning when I capture her Var on the track and Im lapping ya This is, not your garden variety We smoking that fire Man let me hit my supplier He got a goddamn variety He got a goddamn var- uh huh This is, not your garden variety We smoking that fire Man let me hit my supplier He got a goddamn variety

Check, and you know we gonna make it Wolf told me bark So you know we gonna take it But fuck it Im complacent My niggas adjacent And if the Jakes get to chasing the forest is where were staying Ooh lit And they talking shit for no reason E-Coli virus that you teething like you fucking fiending Crack fiending my brother had crack demons I crack your egg nog in its the holiday season Motherfucker Im a motherfucking fucking demon But if this bitch regurgitate My motherfucking semen Im patting her on the back I still cant hop off these tracks Im trucking through beats AP Retiring a running pack A punchline Im all about mine like a narcissist Not a narcotraficante But 9-5 wont trap the kid Smhoove And if these tracks go loco My motive is a logo And music that goes global Its Wolf, Money The weeds lit Got my niggas in the backseat, sorta flashy Im to the goal, no Lassie No ashy hoes in my circle Get hoes like Urkel Still put in that work though On my work flow, making history Call these other rappers Holmes They a mystery On my own shit, motherfuck the industry And I aint never quitting 98 until infinity I aint caking, but I aint faking When I say that I been slaying, leaving hoes in amazement Hoes couldnt take it, foes couldnt touch it Hoes say they loving my kicks, tell them its nothing Fuck with the rhyme that I spit Drop a few dimes on a bitch Spit on the yime that I hit Shit, Im bluffing All in all Im just trying to hit the mall And cop a couple KDs Cause Im just tryna ball Yo, shoutout MF DOOM dawg, thats my dad Want more? I feel like theres a million things to talk about If I dont like it I thought it out, then toss it out I feel like unk when I walk it out And the beat stomp the yard when I stomp it out Polo cant rap? whats you talking about Sometimes I dont see the light like a brownout Sometimes I dont feel safe to be brown out Sometimes I think my verses wont make it off soundcloud Ooh But then again we could go viral And these vinyls could be vital to mankinds survival Yo this is history in the making take a photo Vocals climbing up your torso, Polo going global

“Higher” Unh  huh Unh  Now get em x3 Get em higher and higher Til  we reach the oblivion Verses  filled with resilience Never stopping at periods Continuous  lyricist And I’m popping out The chrysalis And I ain’t innocent I  Killed like 5 rappers Legitimate You see me nigga I been rapping since the pyramids Ain’t heard this sound In a while So You think it’s Some different shit No matter how I’m spitting it My rhyme is always militant You think you nice ? Nigga we will never be equivalent Your bars is chicken pox Bitch I’m sick like Syphilis It antithesis for you To come and try to Spit my shit You reach a capacity My mind This shit is limitless Now raise your hands One more time So you can feel this shit Now get em Get em I know see my future vividly I’m controlling the symphonies We getting higher and higher Into the industry Who really want it when A nigga coming lyrically And you can try But you ain’t never gonna Finish me When I spit it’s like imagery Killed the beat with efficiency Rapping I’m the epitome Flowing with the fluidity All you niggas I’m killing B You lose and I’m The winner see ? I told y’all last time g Yeah You fuckers Can’t stop OG Get them hands up Higher I said get em up Higher Unh Aight that’s all y’all get for now

Ayo, yo, yall can’t stand right here In his right hand was your mans worst nightmare Loud enough to burst his right eardrum, close-range The game is not only dangerous, but its most strange I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times Joking rhymes, like the Is you just happy to see me? trick Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick A lot of ’em sound like they in a talent show So I give em something to remember like the Alamo Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game Came back from fivе years laying and stayed the samе Saying, electromagnetic field it blocks all logic, Spock And G-Shocks her biological clock When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose Her Power Us was pure Brita water filter juice Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him Never seen the shit again but hes still my dunny The only thing that come between us is krill and money I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times Better rhymes make for better songs, it matters not If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks Got get-back, connects wet-back, get stacks Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo or dro This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks Oh, youre too kind! Really? Thanks! To the gone and lost forever like Oh My Darling Clementine He hold his heart when he telling rhyme When its his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven He nasty like the old time Old No. 7 You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola Make ’em wish they could erase it out the Motorola I told her, No credit for a bag If you want what they got, then go get it, it’s all gack Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck And still keep your attitude on self-destruct I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times Joking rhymes, like the Is you just happy to see me? trick Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick A lot of em sound like they in a talent show So I give ’em something to remember like the Alamo Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game Came back from five years laying and stayed the same Saying, Electromagnetic feeling blocks all logical, Spock And G-Shocks her biological clock When I hit it, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose Her Power U was pure Brita water filter juice Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him Never seen the shit again but hes still my dunny The only thing that come between us is krill and money We sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times In your arms tonight Shell reflect That she owes you the sweetest of debts If she wants to pay Check it out, yall! Ya don’t stop! Keep on, to the sure shot! Huh-ha! What the deal, god? Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh! Yeah, youre listening to the buttery slickness The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF DOOM! Ha ha ha ha! Yeah! Rock-shocking the house, with another nugget Uh-uh-ah, eh, oh, ah, hoo-wee! Yeah! Yeah! Regulation status, right here Fondle Em Recordings, 1999 Yeah! Now what are you posed to say on the end of records? I dont know! Yeah! Woo! Yeah! Mashed potatoes! Apple sauce! Buttery... biscuits! And I get lost A yes, yes, yes, yes yall You dont stop Keep on, a to the break-a-dawn Say what? Uh! Yeah! You thought it all was over! You thought the song was over! Ah! We tricked you! We tricked you! Ha ha ha ha... Woo! You listening to www dot hairline dot com MF DOOM, Kool Bob Love...

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All caps but Im using all low case Call me Ricky Henderson cause I’m stealing base I got speakers with nice audio I had a lot of water so now I got to use the potty though Shots fired now we aiming guns at everyones knees Can you see I want to live my life peacefully Straight facing hoes now everybody knows now we are ready to go Straight slapping faggots with skateboards and they love me so they ask for more On your way out please dont hit the fucking door This is bullshit, fuck this music shit Im about to call a quits So the haters can hop off my dick Coloring the pictures with Crayola crayons Cause I never took advice from my that nigga Uncle Stan 10th street we aint a clan We a bunch a niggas who play in the beachy sand I just put on a fresh pair of white socks Why am I the coolest kid on the block Accept my acceptance but ignore my last sentence Who you impression Bitch, just get the step-in My day wasnt so bright I got into a fight with a hairy dyke, despite that she had no sight Im getting very tired But Im going to keep going because Im inspired But whats really the purpose If I’m going to just keep on cursing And still not feeling my verses I just am snatching purses and Im getting nervous Im giving purple purples to all these sea turtles And your hairline is receding like LeBron James leaving the Cavs and it’s that bad Yeah 10th Street Bye

Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new Bran... brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new Yo.... Cmon Realizing everything getting real Effecting the righteous energy gathering rust Even trust rescinds Epiphanies get reckless, edge-less Talking radical ends gradual Remember Easter time? Rapping Epistles? Grimy raps, exposing the rational evil gods rebuke Emphasizing the revenue Everybody gotta repay Empty today, rarely entertaining good rhymes Enterprise time, roll economically growing Roughly expect ten racks every go-between. Rigidly extreme to remember Eating glamorously rocking every touch Royal exhibit getting rough, every Thursday Really everyday! gotta repeat Emphasizing the raw effort Gotta relish every tidbit Ripping egos, group repo, euthanize the rhymes Extroverted guy round every thick red ebony goon, rigid Especially, talking review Every game replay, extra time recalling each grimy rhymey episode Telescoping, roladexing, etching grandiosely, rosy Eating the roasty, exceed grossly Rudimentary enamored to really exciting grammar Riding eloquently too Right exit go revving enter through rude Easily God Relaxed even talking Rocking Ebonics, grooving robotic Entering the ring enthusiastically, get ready Eventually Tunnybuny running every geographically registered encampment Then reminiscing, everything glistening right Every twinkle ringing Egad good riddance, exquisitely, typically Fin

This speaks to me, now Im a speak to you I’m doing the best I can, I hope you understand Listen Most sending applications He’s spending his two cents to be a sensation Not to be not for me Red rot to monotony the way he rocks the M-I-C I see, ick he’s sick, first the block then the nations his Flock to me The hypocrisy I can see is tick tock to me Matter of time, time matters to sheep, autonomy nominally In all dishonesty, I just want to make sense/cents Till they talk of me in past tense This is for them on the fence, hence only the best Best be jesting or bluffing cause the chest puffin nothing This that holy shit spit that’ll leave the set blessed I know you blessed me with a lot, moms, pops And I’m doing the best I can to be best in land Only shots I’m taking are at the far reaches of the universe For what its worth: while – I’m late for greatness Im a still be the one to do it first So why you so averse to a verse? You say you know it’s a challenge, but when you only want one thing it’s hard to stay balanced Forget a valedictorian or glory I’m writing to hear my story But I gotta go to college for the knowledge and credit I deserve to go to work Yeah you said it All of these zealots Maybe if I didn’t have the passion but I do If I do you, what’s in it for me? And who’s who? Dear everyone This is history in the making Stomach aching while I say it, when will I awaken To my dreams, be on stage speaks quaking, knees shaking I see seas of people in my sleep breaking they’re necks I’m not waiting for what’s next I’m taking checks Making treks You better realize this life is idealized These that seem to see through the scheme are demonized But I’d rather live than be alive So I may not see eye to eye It’s only because my head is in the clouds I vow to stay loud till I’m comfortable in my shrouds If only I can leave one mind wowed Then will I be a success? I haven’t made much yet But I stay up determined, haven’t strayed just yet And I’m working till my sermons get sprayed on their heads Till I’m rocking cross the country and the globe till I know that in my soul I have proved everything that they said Was nothing to me, nothing to me, nothing to Red I’m not the rest, I didn’t rest, attest it till I’m out of breath And by then they’ll all be shouting it out of breath It’s not for sex or to make sense/cents Yo, I said it’s not for sex or to make sense/cents Momma your little birdie is flying out the nest

I might be going insane I think Im lame But my crippling depression says Im great Okay man Bake me a cake Fill it with whiskey, pills Pieces of some broken glass windows For a little pain From a shard or pane Game can be arranged If your bitch would be my queen Sex could be her breakfast My dick could be her Jimmy Dean Peep my mean lean -ing On this corner block square Lookin at these fucks like dont come round here Pass a beer deer Im a hunter tryna kill some scummy rougher uppers Money couldnt buy me out just put me in a nice house So it wont bother you Or sucker punch you my dude But if this beef is serious Ill ostracize you Til your head gone delirious Im merely sitting, searching for some meaning Im drinking up the Merlin magic Why you faggots sit and eating Money tone phone Wont get you floating up On the upper echelon, play my song And I threw up Cuz its weird for it to go the other way down my system Eyes stuck in visions Demons and Angels Fighting while God debated suicide And zombies on their horses Riding to the end of days Nobody says the truth is crazy My mind makes manifesting lazy Behind me is seven billion people, waiting Seph is for the cause The clause is about over I eat the bad fruit only in a Turnover Maybe Ill turnover To the other side Im just waiting here Looking for a sign

Verse 1 He came with a real mental sickness Lifted his sword and began swinging it with swiftness What I gota do my shuriken feels glued to my shoes no way i could use or abuse this tool He whisered dont be fool cause with next jutsu ima go right through you Who,Who couldent been talken about me ima chakra monster about to go and bring the heat Like an awkward concert were the only smell is damn feet, beat boxers were breifs tightness meet around the feet Such a neat dork I need some miso Pork, me so horny hit the source with more force then an iron horse But back to the battle, he destroyed all my Personal chattel, ima go tattle on his ass then gather the cash I smell intel a couPle rounds and hes bound to crack, like the soda to go o bringing the sorta distortion make hes whole flow stoP Chakra flow that is hit him with the gentle fist Paralysed byaku eyes saw him from the distance Verse 2 Another chillen night I was at my Post when i heard a bang boom and before i knowed i was in the midst of a knife fight with a foreign ho Damn she had a body but better yet an intellect, stoP she said like the ho was Possessed theres a guest in here chest mind transfer i guess I released the bitch now theres a guest,I infested her nest then jet to the west No worries it simba summon,rouge ninja done with swift kick hits lick another one coming Hokage calling ima be there on the double theres a break in the wall Probally trouble Rocking the ruble, i stuble,keeP it humble,until it crumbles,moving ever so sutle till my troubles are done with the dum kid wont let his Freind go even no hes a rouge head Yea son i sot you done with my mission you can catch me at ichirakus just chiilen tryna get my ramen dish on Bounce out for he nows my wallets all gone

Hook: Heavy Meditation Plenty Medication I keep it formal I keep performing I keep it cordial I’m a monster I’m enormous I keep a conscious I keep a verse I’m competing like it’s a contest Im a monster with the comments I keep coming up with concepts Plenty pastors unconscious hopeless The dollar signs got they eyes wide open I see the poison that they pouring in this ocean It’s a potion pretty potent turn the globe into commotion I keep an antidote in my pocket Youd never catch me slipping with the knowledge I keep a brain that seems to keep up with the content Monstrous, swimming in a pool full of nonsense Bruh, and ine see a nun since Funny, cause we basically a convent I see my people like to call these deacons Clark Kent Giving sermons with no content Hook: Heavy Meditation Plenty Medication

I’ve been with this music shit expanding my horizon My mind moves faster than Verizon I hope you know me and my crew trynna go global And if I want the gas all I gotta do is ask if T-Mobile And I stay alert I move faster than a land run Me and my niggas trynna blow up just like a Samsung If you see Don’t forget to buy a ticket These niggas that talk mess they sounding like some crickets When we swoop drive You already know we swerving Gonna be in the car That improves on where we verging This ain’t no competition my nigga That’s the truth Real talk not tryin to boost And you know that the Styles legit And if you see the cops you know we gon sprint and Harm me once You don’t have to harm me twice Chilling in my room with a gun And Swiss Army knife Like 2pac in 92’ I got the juice Niggas hang around me like a noose Old heads love me say I had potential I kill these beats with my pen and pencil My nigga e my nigga brad Uh aye Uh aye uh aye uh aye I wanna own that shit Fuck a rental Nigga get to talkin slick You know we fucking up his dental Bad acid Got me trippin of my mental Beat a niggas ass is accidental Addicted to Mary Jane But ain’t Peter Parker White girls love me Cause my skin is darker Fuck a pen You know I pack the marker For a nigga talking shit A nigga got a problem we gon fuck up on.. Aww shittt You know I didn’t mean to cuss tho Niggas out her riding this ain’t the bus hoe Here my shit then you gon spazz out like a muscles Or a chop a nigga up and leave him scattered like a puzzle I keep his body in the same fridge where I keep my OJ You was hyping up ya man Now he crushed like Monday Meanwhile his momma praying She hope her son is okay Don’t worry mom The fridge gon keep him fresh just like some subway It’s the o2 mafia Chop it like tilapia Nigga don’t drop shit Or o2 niggas copy ya O2 MOB

Sometimes I wish that I can travel back in time So I can fix all the things that I cant rewind Theres not a specific dateline My whole lifes been pretty repined I rather be underground covered in columbine Every time I call you I get declined The ones that cant see our talent must be blind Those are the same ones that dont give a dime Cause theyre too busy doing the wine and dine Use so much spice but they dont got the thyme Ive had a brother arrested for hitting a grind I still dont think skateboarding is such a crime Suicide is on my the mind Contemplating every night Said I wouldnt make it big but whose in the spotlight All of these are such simple lines But you wont get it with your simple mind The flow is crazy but I still got the timing Now we blowing up like Osama bin laden Been through wars have many knives in my back That doesnt stop me from spitting on the track Thats a check mate you better take a drawback Its Vs up are you trying to hacked While Im sitting in the back using a black hat Pull out a Mac you could hear the click clack Im not sick but Im coughing on the track Mess with the squad and a coffins where you at Im not trying get signed Im just always on my grind Moneys not on the mind Theres never time to unwind Yeah Grinding and sliding The words Im combining The rhymes Im providing All from the top of my head Im deciding As I walk outside theres a light brisk in the air But at this moment in time I really dont care Life in itself I cant really bare But it all disappears when I step onto the chair Kick it back no longer living in despair Hanging out with some brand new neckwear The threats that come along this path I am aware You cant do anything else just send a prayer Little brother where are you going Youre giving me a scare Sister please Im not going anywhere You can save your tears Such a busy life youre a manager at Clairs For you to look after me it doesnt seem fair I can hold myself up this aint child care Im saying this cause I want the end to be near Cant see my future cause my visions impaired Dont wanna be a millionaire I just wanna set square Not even the Lords Prayer Can repair this nightmare

A mental challenge To mentally charge Their mental talents Meaning it’s made up in their head Making a simple balance Of minor major higher keys Of madness Making matters worse Til their man is Mattered and made of maggots I give a fuck bout their major status A major pain in my mind Is just another major pain in their asses A mental rage to review With maliciously made Manners My making of murderers Is called making My own manners Take the total or get totaled Tackled or toe tagged Satan’s saint stated To stay until i’m speaking in static Beat em, bruise em, break em up and Leave em all in a body bag Fire up them squares Them cancer sticks And them filthy fags Shit Whatever you wanna call it The last line i spit is gonna cause a tizzy I can call it It has nothing to do with balls and It’s nothing to do with sex It’s just what they call cigarettes in Darwin That’s Australia You rappers iggy azalea Whenever my name is mentioned Celebrate parentalia You got a problem send the work Pop up and we’ll be mailin ya You’re probationary level Like drug paraphernalia Get your shit together Cuz all of ya bars are failin ya Digging your own grave like You’re working a shovel pale and a I’m setting sail on the city To sell your space in regalias You’re drunk if you’re sleeping on me You celebrate bacchanalia I’ve yet to hear you spit shit Well i’ve heard you try to spit But i’ve yet to hear you spit some sick shit You think you hitting hard But i’m always hitting harder on the hit stick But i mean Cool bro You got a nice shirt And some nice clothes I guess you got a sick fit But You aint got this kind of sick fit Bitch semyaza -rahab

Im purging in Persia First nigga down Is gonna be the prince Long Jake Gyllenhaal In my house Where i sit Over the balcony Like Michael Jacksons son Hear the king of POP As bullets fly Out of pops guns Straight hits on my arsenal Turn this Freaky Friday Into a Bad Thriller With the flick of A middle finger Sippin imaginary elixir Heard this beat through the grapevine Extra loops in my rhymes My fame lasts about Seven seconds online About as long as you wait For your tampons and steaks Leave you bitches bloody Cs up Little crippled chicken little crippin Sky might fall And thats word to Kid Cudi Cuddle up with your thunder buddy Calm down The only Ted here is Bundy Hes the one who cut the rope While you was Bungie jumping From Microsoft to Sony Child Rebel Soldier, like P, Ye, and Kony Grab you by your throat And put a cancer hole in it Shove my dick in it Wasnt enough orifices Or faces to break, just to get my point across Plottin on a graph Basic math Got you bonus bogus niggas Stepping off, signing off Nigga

ARNICA - Ou ou ou ou ou CAPTAIN SUN - Its like 4 in the morning, and im mourning About what used to make my feel heart warmer Than a sun burning , 4 years torn in, i forfeit With these cold tears, warning Love is a war and , itll scourn and torture ya If you dont come fourth with bravery then you wont make the cut Now im accompanied with indica Watching memories like a cinema Filling voids with the orchestras Affiliated with the orbit of Our love Pulled me out of darkness cuz of her Heroine from the gods and the universe Our love is disolving weve got a problem There aint no solving to be honest i like me up in The solace ARNICA - You are the poison and the cure baby So tainted but so pure baby If life was just like a movie We could try it again Give me hot some past love I could not get enough Love is one hell of a drug Youre the reason why im dying slow Asking me what happened As if you didnt stick the knife in Ouoouuu ouuuu uouuou ouuu

I am Red Who are you? What is this? Ace, one taste grace space, lace the pace then out straight without a trace High tie-dye clad guys with the pseudo psi, few know the true glow shoot through the eye Aye Aye, Red Rover roger, I di- Gress, through the chest, God why Assess human complex for the answers Instead of asking Comet, Vixen and Prancer If it wasn’t for the long arm Anyone with ears from here to Hong Kong harmed But truthfully - take it how he means it Unseen so before you think do not demean it The fun one coming undone spun off trying to outrun Drovers whose motives are overdone Son, to rule planets They’ll have my hand on banners before they ban it like Is something missing? Never assisted amidst subsisting Everyone out for they own Even at home, so nose stay close to tomes never closed Ever so close One day I’m out like Shalom, so I’m trying to build Rome, and Michelangelo’s dome To some I’m just trying to write I mean I do write, truly trying to do right Leave you appalled with shit that keeps me up all night I’ll fall right with the rest of ‘em Till then, Red will be the best of ‘em But it’s hit and miss Poo poo stew Alive then dead What is this? Who are you? I am Red

First of many rappers with a slick tongue, a bitch hung Over his shoulder, never looked colder This a toast to all those who chose to spit Dont sweat, dont stress, we the lonely kids Dont lose your hair over this, just comb the shit Sin, we dont atone to that, tone your skin Look good, feel good, like a million Tell me, how you skin a chameleon when he feeling himself? Thats a paradox I think of while me and death in a staring off I fare him a goodbye, reach over and tear his arm off, surprise! Mudafucka His hair falling, wind blowing Skin showing on the pavement Blisters on his knees replacing the hatred He smiles with a grin. Oh hey, hi, how you been? Oh say, Jesus, how you sin? Souls gone, now Im dead... Now Im dead

Keep my girls in check I got your girl and I want you to duke her But Ill be around 8 and she called me a She so nice I act like a trooper When I stand up to her like a I lead the pack Im like Mr. Hooper But I really think Im a Scoop it it up you just damn pooper Im dress up like D.B Cooper Out at the Moco Think I got an outfit Dr. Dre just say that Bitches and about shit I wonder if I know her I but I doubt it Pussy aint that good but I just think about it Handle your thoughts that really aint a shout it Kayo Stone got your back like a Trooper But Ill know Ill act like the Bitch aint no man with the mullet He getting fucked in the bullocks Homie had really got the old cuts

Intro: $IR DAJON so you must heard Yo Im drinking Heineken, I cant feel my spine again reminding myself that I gotta take a pint of vitamins Put down the Vicodin its bad for my Nitrogen, inviting kids over to play with spiders and viruses My mom told me dont cut up like psoriasis or Ill be stuck for life asking Do you want fries with this? I like the Knicks cause they tough like a Tyson fist and I like my lips cause all they spit is enlightenment Im pricing it, rapping is expensive Im reviving it with Q-tips for the ear while I add a bit of Phife to it Abusing tracks to add a bit of ice to it Im nice with it, I spit like Id fight white psychiatrist Slow it down for the specimen This circle of veterans is kicking it in the purplest lettermans, sip and slurping the beverage Lookin for the refreshments, I can school you like an incoming freshman Ima keep it straight up like erections Switched flows I keep a sick flow get ya lips swoll With a quick hit from my wrist to ya mental, no credentials spitting like it is habitual Ask this individual leave you bloody like menstruals, stop the minerals from getting to the embryos Want a silly note Im into hoes that are into HOV and the intervals giving soul to my centerfold Thats sick ninja I guarantee you lovin how I spit ninja Yo Catch you slipping when the night real Put em to sleep when I rap about the NyQuil If I wanna make it then I got to act right Its time to stack right and stop talking to them wack dykes Its still racist even though they gave blacks rights, probably cause we all in the wrong tryna rap right I spit dope like my lyrics was a crack pipe And Im on fire like the flame when the match strike Flight Squad grinding like a half pipe, nigga!

Aw, shucks pa You shoulda spent it on Trimspa Emcees think they Grey Goose But they just Vladmir Vodka Kaka shen, suse pejo? Sticking crackers for they Zunes or they iPods PackofRats down on Diagon Alley Copping Weasleys Wheezes then I dip To the Three Broomsticks To sip some Butterbeer I love it there, yeah I rap this way cause I rap this way I dont give a fuck about your back in the day A fuck about your 93 I dont give a fuck about hip-hop I got tight jeans and a flat top A white bitch who loves Brit-pop Now what you know about that? Prolly nada, papa You cant step to me With mommys old recipe Go back to the lab Ill even pay for the cab And a new foil mask PackofRats on that ass With class and penache Like the black Boy George That I am, in a Dodge Ram With Coke up in the Philly fitted Yup, Im all words, fuck deeds Im watching BBC laughing at Mr. Bean Citizen to god, damnit Came to make them sick like some thick hot clam spit Lit this brick a toxic ham bit Its Vic, the mic quicker on some pick your pocket scam Ish, wrote this faster than speeding crawfish With a nut wit to get a bleeding whore nauseous The rawest of the raw, be cautious Hardcore god cost more than porches, torturous Herbs, all words no deeds Like a garden full of weeds, fertilized with speed Guaranteed to make your third eye bleed V get cheese at a bird fly ease Off of these mad slick riddle scraps Put em now thats a Vlasic pickle traps Spastic lyrical jabs Spent his last plastic nickel rap nickel on craps These boys just wanna have fun Get dumb to some rap, dodge the clap Make it back home and catch an episode of Entourage Wheres my snacks? Blacks and tans and a deep dish pizza Yeah, Im living real greasy, nigga Like my women easy, nigga I said I like women easy, nigga But it all good if you slang that wood You gotta put your wood somewhere right? I know what I like and I know what I need Put it on a bitch that knows how to freak Dont bullshit and open up the knees Hut hut hike, its like a third and a ten And Im dropping back in the pocket going deep Touchdown and Im going to sleep Boy day, nigga

Be a peach More tongue and less teeth Yeah, yeah Its Rat, yall What you know about that? Nah Citizen to god, damnit Came to make them sick like some thick hot clam spit Lit this brick toxic ham bit Vic the mic quicker on some pick your pocket scam Citizen to god, damnit Came to make them sick like some thick hot clam spit Lit this brick toxic ham bit Vic the mic quicker on some pick your pocket scam Citizen to god, damnit Came to make them sick like some thick hot clam spit Lit this brick toxic ham bit Vic the mic quicker on some pick your pocket scam Citizen to god, damnit Came to make them sick like somе thick hot clam spit Lit this brick toxic ham bit Vic the mic quicker on some pick your pockеt scam ] I got a part-time gig And I do it better than these cartoon kids Working hard at they full time thing So that means Im the cleaner man Sorta like Superman, holla and Im Fumbling a of shit I hate bragging , yo I kinda got a big dick So Im contempt when little niggas pose off and chat bout Yeah this is big dog accident, dent ya And not a fender bender, uh-uh His momma deal with Plastic Little, leave you brittle So just ask us or just trust us Plastic pickle nuts touch your nose and chin Cinnamon scented, yo smell it The girls tell me its cocoa butter flavored Ones you cant get, wont even fuck with I grip em up and tuck em in a nigga-nannie split Then hes open on the regular, yes sir Fuck this I got women to dress Checks to cut and then turns to debt Enjoy them hip-hop social security checks Aw, shucks pa You shoulda spent that on Trimspa Emcees think they Grey Goose But they just Vladimir Vodka Kaka shen, suse pejo? Sticking crackers for their Zunes or their iPods PackofRats down on Diagon Alley Im copping Weasleys Wheezes Then I dip to the Three Broomsticks for some Butterbeer Yeah, yeah yall, you know I love it here I rap this way because I rap this way I dont give a fuck about your back in the day A fuck about your 93 A fuck about hip-hop I got tight jeans and a flat top A girl that loves Brit-pop Now, what you know about that? Probably nada, papa You cant step to me, with mommys old recipe Go back to the lab, Ill even pay for the cab And a new foil mask, PackofRats on that ass With class and panache Like the black Boy George that I am In a Dodge Ram with Coke up in the Philly fitted Yup, Im all words, fuck deeds Im at home watching BBC laughing at Mr. Bean Hes a funny cracker yall ] Virgo, Zodiac Peace, love and gat Grab the same receipts from the snippy snacks Citing all, I got em trapped by the fleece hoodie Racking em all like where the cypher at yall? Washed up just like Dwight Gooden Like a bucket full of shit and hot pudding Yo, disco doughnuts, pills and throw up ill trill yall, its a holdup Im on the moon rappin, getting space head From a ill three titty space bass-head My magic 808 is gold-plated homie It spits flames and DJs repeat me homie Im on the beat, two, three homie You want to see a little peak, you gotta pay I gotta eat homie Im on the beat homie So be Tell your girl she need a better technique More tongue and less teeth

MF Grimm - “My Love ”

Its Infinite Sidd, with a riddle for your heads He a sphinx, pyramids twist with his go head He a God, no stop it. Just a mere man With a story to tell like Sawyer Soon as he saw ya, you lost your sense of pride He mesmerized, getting mine is my only goal in life At least until Ive died twice, might I advice a few to step aside, Im Jesus This a couple days too premature, wait to Stop and stare too, bitch I ate too quick, need a toothpick Your face too stiff, why you play stupid?

Villain get the money like curls They just tryin to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world Land of milk and honey with the swirls Where reckless naked girls get necklaces of pearls Compliments of the town jeweler Left back now-schooler tryna sound cooler On the microphone known as the crown ruler Never lied to ma when we said we found the moolah Five-hundred somethin dollars layin right there in the street Huh, now lets try and get somethin to eat Then he turned four and started flowin to the poor Thats about when he first started going raw Kept the dro in the drawer A rhymin klepto who couldnt go up in the store no more His life is like a folklore legend Why you so stiff, you need to smoke more, bredren Instead of trying to riff with the broke war veteran Spliff made him swore he saw heaven he was seven Yup, you know it, growin up too fast Showin up to class with Moet in a flask He ask the teacher if he leave will he pass His girl is home alone, he tryin to get the ... If you want a sip get a paper water fountain glass How Im posed to know where your mouth been last? Hands so fast he can out-spin Flash Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash to the ash Boom-bash, leave the room with the stash Assume its in a smash, DOOM get the cash It never really mattered too much to me That I was just too damn old to emcee All that really matters is if your rhymes was ill Girl, thats all that really mattered to me, oh baby Looks like its gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway Hey you, got a light? Nah, a Bud Light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Looky here, its just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list Some even say he might need some pus-sychiatrist DOOM, are you pondering what Im pondering? Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? Shes like a foundling, barely worth fondling My posses on Broadway like Mama, I Want to Sing! Mad plays the bass like the race card Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred Groovy, dude! Not to prove to be rude But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food Uh, what is jalapeños? Get it like a whoopin when you holla at your seniors Dolla he can overhear the hashish fienda He just came from over there, the grass is greener Last wish: I wish I had two more wishes And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix, theres mad glitches Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches One thing this party could use is more... ahem Booze, put yourself in your own shoes And stay away from all those pairs of busted Timbs you dont use He only keep em to decorate If you wanna peep em, select a date And bring a deep check, like checkmate I kid you not, on the dotted line signed Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine Couldnt find a pen, had to think of a new trick This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick On second thought its too thick His assistant said: DOOM, you sick, he said True through acoustics Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawrys seasoning With micro power hes sound and right reasoning Its easy as pi, three-point-one-four One more one false move and theyre done for—

Blowing smoke up in the air seemed to clear out the clouds Hopefully soberness get a little less tough to handle, so the going gets stepping backwards Ego fills me up at times, but still just average Mood gets dampered, low class no attendance, dosage heavy This trench coat be smelling, jeez When this bad habit get me addicted, a fiend Im missing the scene, we called the other day... Melancholy got me. Im ripping the receipt with your number! Go fuck yourself, bitch. Or four others! Forget it, this just hurts me; But what irks me is I forget to smoke weed one fine day, and I start to recollect Every little poor decision I made, regretting them I grab the medicine, and recuperate If I dont regret this, then maybe Im made to sin All my thoughts are cluttered and vaguer than the dream I had last night Fuck

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Its the Mix Kayo Stone got the metal finger Acting like he flip F-U middle finger And then serving up the niggas Butterfinger So much love this week I finally got my calling Listing to music like I listen to my mom talking Watch TV when I should be outside walking And now Im just stalling The Instagram models has my attention They the baddest when Im here in detention Im the great nigga did I mention Shit all of Maryland know me by now They Say That Kayo stone , Wow Punch in the time the clock says owe Because I hit the pow Got the doggy bag from lil bow wow When the was a ninth grader in my school What the fuck this nigga is so cool Wearing a shirt that says everyone rules Fight against these idiots like a duel Ending up this nigga a Damn fool Call me retarded I aint wanna drool I want to go to the swimming pool Cold as ice I freeze in winter Because its sniffle season it be the winter I want to be a winner Nobody tell me Im a sinner Boy hotter than sweating season Its the great brother Im the reason I hated to be teasing I rather be singing Wearing the cap all day Cant wait for it to be may Because I like sundown at 9 pm Thats on a Friday Let the bodies drop like I live in Baltimore Rap niggas like to rap in horrorcore Seeing their partner murdered next door And fighting rioting and killing like they go to war Son of a bitch , we cant lose another left eye In a freak car accident another babygirl in a plane crash Dang dash I live to see Stacy Cash But I seem to not see Johnny cash I spit the vomitspit Kayo dont want a rash I the big splash now I own the big splash I seen quickly like the flash Vomitspit Kayo no rash I aint trash

Last of a righteous breed Relax & breathe Whats on the outside Is whats underneath A mad face That show his teeth They never understand I dont think that its meant to be So I fly away just to see How your life will be Without little old me I dose off & i can hear my Nana speak She said its destiny Teach the streets like sesame But respectfully 100 problems & i choose em all If it dont work out I know that i wasnt wrong I put my heart in every song Shit..i know where my heart belongs So i gotta stay strong Not for me , for my littl sisters Im not trying be just another nigga But its so much trouble in this mirror Maybe Im a dreamer but Im not the only one Imagine everyone Having fun Under the sun But its Capital Punishment word to Big Pun

Парадокс Бызова - когда среди стада - умник, а среди умных - дурак Самый лучший и худший и частый исход, означающий, что человек хиккан Он прожил жизнь не относя себя ни к кому Не шёл у масс на поводу На поводу как самоед Сам себя создавал с юности лет А может не хиккан, а самоопределившийся одиночка Проехали, я не философ Дебютный микстейп подходит к концу, а я так и не придумал названия Может быть арабские блюда или всё же мозаика? Как бы ни хотелось делать треки, всё время сливаюсь Всё свожу на рофл, так и открещаюсь Это неприятно, сомневаюсь, что будет микстейп два, я, вроде, всё, что хотел, сказал Процент настоящих создателей среди людей мал Проще быть забивным байкером Быть тупорылым романтиком с длинными волосами Быть спортсменом без чувства юмора Быть любителем поездить на великах с братками Быть занудным историком Быть мамкиным Быть смелым на словах, но трусом в ситуации Быть любителем погамать в игры на компе Быть любителем русского рэпа Быть любителем читать рэп Технарём Пацаном с азиатским происхождением Пацаном с уличным сленгом Пацаном, смотрящим аниме Панком Странным пацаном КВНщиком Обычным молчуном Старостой Альтухой Анимешницей Фанаткой грибов, цветов, зелёной хуйни Девчонкой с непостоянной самооценкой, колеблющейся от я самая охуенная и, что самое важное, я люблю себя до бляя, не могу, как всё плохо, но чтобы не противоречить себе, не говорящих, что они говно, хотя они говно Молчункой Художницей, умеющей рисовать лишь девочек, в одной и той же позе Девчонкой, байтящей с таких людей, типа меня Злой псиной Танцоршей Тиктокершей, которая нихуяшеньки не умеет Читающей Фемкой с двенадцати Страшной подругой Пассивно-агрессивной интроверткой Бездельницей, которая залетит в 20 Вот, чё хотел сказать-то? Микстейп Шаверма подходит к концу, да. Сейчас Спасибо всем, кто слушал в Телеграме и на SoundCloud, кто как Сейчас надо почитать херни под космический бит Был бы скилл, уши бы вам разорвал, но нет Короче, просто дослушайте прикольный чиптюнчик

Bro this beat is simply retarded yo Sound like it came off the hate Ricky Ricardo show Lucy on the phone she said Youre not home Woozy eyed, chromed out newly fried dome What they say When in Rome, do OM He dont need much to construed a crude poem A few bones for an intelligent plan A couple a grand, and an elephant man hand Bring a skeleton ya might get a whole jam Sell it in ya Mom n Pop records ta souls stand Just dont tell em when a Rock n Roll fan He dont eat gelatin, hot or cold ham Yall dont know the same Daeledus I know Just to earn trust he try to make me bust a wino He said Dont worry, he already did his thinkin I tapped him with the chete said Why he still blinkin? Untie him, do your own dirty He shot em and told em Youre not worthy So I says What happened to ya skull piece? Alotta yall rappers be rappin to dull beats Hes Robotrons right hand A pro-con white man with a Cali-like tan Ima like Tracks is alright man, but uh I dont know ... Like wheres his other foot at? ... Forget it yo.

This shit is motherfuckin mint Call it pennyroyal Never spoil Keep it at steady boil Without any oil Its electric like a tesla coil I tend to toil Protein, eating plenty pollo Been in a petty envy frenzy Many friendlies just pretend theyre loyal Words are weapons, and my pen recoils I spring into action, wanna be rappin And than be troopers beg for less turmoil Down in the sunken trench Filled with the funky stench Fabricating rhythms as clunky as my monkey wrench My tongue is trenched But the coffee doesnt quench my thirst Oh well, I still got words to tell It appears that i was nursed with a curse from Hell Thats why Im anagrammin trying to reverse the spell Deepest Bluest like LL Stuck in my snail shell Yet I rock well when Im being watched in the hostel Im not a hostile with the Spas-12 Auto rappers think theyre El Chapo But they work at Del Taco And Im sick of you fake tortured souls Go make some money off the act Play supporting roles Girls are trippin they some Thinkin that the kid is only spittin black As if he ate some Oreos People try to tamper with the way the story goes But we need less bullshitters and more oracles Before we close, lemme ask you somethin Will you remain who you are when this cash comin?

No deal like fuckin cases I sit down and write these lines, no caps all lowercases So no cap, I rap like a master My flows faster than a bullet passin through a ghost, no Casper Faster than a bullet, flow through beats like a mullet Hit the nail like a hammer I’m ballin no Mo Bamba I slam base hard, she fail No Nut November Don’t smoke, so to relax I eat up on that Samba Chocolate, all cocoa Flow like Im going loco Symphony of the Night I’m causin a Blood Rondo Im all up in Cloud City I’m livin like fucking Lando Goin hard, unchained, feelin like I live in Django Im in the jungle I passing and cutting through all these plants And I keep getting bitten by all these fuckin red ants Its even worse, cus Im wearing shorts, no fuckin pants And its getting dark and I don’t even have a fuckin lamp There it is The shit that I been looking for I walk in and I pass through some narrow corridors You know well that I’m a god, man I’m sorry Thor But I am cus I can dodge shit like matador Matter of fact I can dodge like Durango Dodging arrows man, I feel like I’m dancing tango I get through now I’m at the heart of the fuckin temple There it is, the jewel it’ll be simple I walk in and pull it out, replace it with the cardboard cutout And then I go home to celebrate Take a step, don’t make a mistake Be ready for anything, get ready to escape Alright, I walk up to the diamond and I make it elevate Ah shit, the trap’s activated, guess I’ll detonate

“If you niggers interfere we’ll kill you!” I used to teach Sunday school to the grade two crew Spitting knowledge, wise man with my leather lands Could you drop a nice verse cause it please us? How im meant to know that little Judas meant Jesus As you can probably decipher I had to leave the premises lest we have to call on the authority Pardon me ill just grab my bag This is how the fin was living life at a glance yo Fast forward to the clock in your corner I’m on the same hustle same bustle tryna write a rap For the kids and they mamas Could you leave the drama in the foyer I got a coat hanger to rack your beef A gangster who runs the street between 57 and 59 Between 9 and noon He got a busy schedule Cause we living double trouble lives 9 life living tryna juggle exponential wife numbers In the city that never sleeping a peep Rolling 7 brothers deep in a jeep We got the attitude Beep beep Who got the beat in a vice grip? Throwing bad omens with a chicken in a Greco-Roman 3 count pin Special move the groove Fineas ready to win! And as we move to the crescendo I play it really close like an itty bitty t.v and Super Nintendo Record the jammy on Nuendo They tighten up the drums, I’m fitting to let the whole entire bass go! And distort your whole life Crush the metaphor and they deport me on some bogus charge Saying that my style is mad potent Run you 90 bucks and have you run another 90 miles focused Thank me in the morning if you make it little dunny Dont laugh unless you find it funny But the rapping always is Tryna make a living on a listen to my shi… Yo dont be stupid This is only build for raw links Cause we never cook it for the winks and the hijinks I hope I didnt touch a nerve up on your spinal Your voice fluff, Black built tough like some 80s vinyl The kind of vinyl that snap crackle pop The kind of vinyl you dont touch twice... cause its too hot And as we enter through the hourglass Id like to ask that all the bigger ladies sitting in the back Please fasten all that ass, cause you know I love you From the pilot to the chicken heads in all the classes We about to lift it off Dusty in the engine wait a minute yo i gotta cough A poet with a club Bite the tiger hide and then he wear it like a tiger cub Cause he dangerous Breaking down the discipline In tiny little pieces Something you can wrap your head around the realer thesis Playing on the only city radio fam Take you back to your kin. Its Fin

Verse 1 Finding ways to passionately make Snowing in march like why Astro zone is perplexing Maybe its the type of ways to create I would try to be educated from the factors of life Pondering of what is my blessing Destiny is what it takes for a person Im surprised i dont know how to write cursive Relaxing in the bus of Fullerton Dreaming of the destiny Ill take upon Writing my name on that fucking rap bulletin Hoping me and demon will keep it going Education is making me go slowing On these bars that go like the sauce of tar tar Wondering if my dreams can go that far high Im just laying at the clouds Every type of idea being profound At least spread my name around Testing of my potential at least i gotta try Im not sure i would finally reach the sky Though, this is the intro of this tape Ay demon should we make a tape? Sure man, just... u do the rappin, Im just good at hooks Aight then one of the tracks u gotta spit man, u gotta spit Aight some songs, some

I got a bunch of bad habits Like a pastor, slapping records like a soldier Ran from iran back just to hide lives from the IS And i’m pretty sure it’s been that same way since way back since my absence When my mind tipping and dripping off the smack‘s sense Sky rippling the feelings of my defence Grind tighter and confined harder than a prison cell If you still fucking with me then feel free to embrace the spell Like i wanna be anybody just but myself Like i wanna kill my pride gained from the past self Like i wanna be the guy to kill oneself Strike nirvana i gotta reach out for one’s health I got these bitches shaking like they just be tryna feel me or something I’ll cop my own shit just to rep in my city or something Disease busy be eating her fucking kidneys or something I swear i feel like these bitches out to kill me or something Not a soul Who’s left Traced the call You’re dead

Medicated heavily, i treat it like a remedy Cause when the crystal gets in me ill spit like it was meant to be Instantly ill throw an after verse like a trillogy, im mentally Unstable when the pencil and the pen agree To write a couple bars cause in my head im always tryina see The way that words crash when im writing but they tend to flee But the key to bust a smooth flow like my yellow pee Is tryina please yourself and talk aloud like a soliloquy My pedigree, it comes around once in a century But going instinct happens twice when people mention me Jealousy is tryina take me out but im steadily Dodging mad agression like if peace was essentially Enough to piss the masses off and take it to the next degree Hopefully they let the instrumental flow successfully Skills to demonstrate is what them peope contemplate Love or hate the flow thats late to pump up your heart rate Cause skills to demonstrate is what them people contemplate Love or hate the flow thats late to pump up your heart rate Aint tryina leave a legacy, im tryina take the vacancy Spot of king of metaphors with 2Pac sitting next to me Beats i always kick metaphorically and lyrically The words get visual in my thoughts like HD TV So Mtv can hit me up before i lose my memory And hit the street to live for free and die with homeless misery Yezzire, i took the time to count the paper, g Cause only small amounts i got to realize i burn more weed Than a pothead with a job or a nasty real emcee take a knee thats what them people say when the quality Of rhymin words hit the curves, hit the street, people spit Knowing that theyll probably get attention when the people see Chemistry going back and forth with diversity Best to see when the words hit the mics Because cypher diversity will leave you saying yikes Itll probably leave you saying yikes just like that, uh just ilke that

Ayeo I been at the bottom, barley had shit Broken bottles, burn holes from cigarettes Nothing but grease, grime and grit, but I took advantage Made a life of my own , right through a microphone And Ive gained knowledge Through every single bit of pain Ive been through And Ive learned lessons too Everybodyll be quick to wanna chill once you the deal But until then youre surrounded by fools And thats the thing about fame Once you get just a little bit of money Everybodys jumping on your dick Like some of the motherfuckers that told me to fucking quit Are ready to hang out on the daily Like its amazing man.. I went from practically nothing To actually having something to do with this music Mathematics were too confusing Utilizing my talent Meant to be a newbie until I got it right Then id be in the spot light rapping Attacking the ones who dont got juice, like jaali do Test me, I bet you a dollar that you would probably lose Most of the rappers in the game Right now sound the same All talk, so bite down with your a giant tooth Murder with guns, thugs and burnt blunts Got mothers burying their kids some carrying Mac-Tens Instead recognizing that bullshit over and over I promote affirmative action Most of those kids including me Grew up without real-role-model Empty bottles when you were thirsty A mother with two lil ones juggling bills, stuggling still Howd we get so stuck in the first place? Livin to a fast degree working on my masterpiece Nobodys got the answer you just gotta adapt And thats how it has to be. X2 This Lil baby got the world in his hands 2nd house on the left up on Stevenson Crack heads crackin a Guinness again He said hes been comin by, lil baby just keeps quiet wonders why? Mamas stressed out about bills, still struggling Telephone ringing its the president of a company Pardon me mam but id like to offer your son a deal A microphone with a better life for your son to build Seems nice but ima have to decline she said Workin through everything is building him just fine. Even though he never played with the other kids He never knew why, but hes sure that his mother did Side walk drawin with chalk, when he looked up Saw two kids bout as high as some sky scrapers Ones got a beard, white cylinder in his ear Asked lil baby, you know where to buy papers? First 5 yrs, flow into 5 later Trouble in elementary school acting like a fool Never paid attention I ended up in a group With some other students who wrote music to find patience Found artist he could relate too People who been through the same shit Most of them felt the pain too Its true when they tell ya music could change you Started scribblin was addicted after page two Discovered it wasnt to hard to find a melody Then soon after art became a remedy Especially dealing with losing his friend Mack been his background on his computer ever since His other homie doing 3 Locked down in Wyoming Correctional Facility But once he out give it a week And we gon have them matching Benzs Suddenly this will become a memory because Ive been Livin to a fast degree, working on a master piece Nobodys got the answer you just gotta adapt And thats how it has to be One day, one song I make gon change this world And I can already see it coming Nothing could change the way i think I still got more to say, so you can keep it running This vibe that I send, I cant control I just follow my own intuition But now that we aint kids We gotta make sure we know how to face Reality when it kicks in Although its happening slow, nobody knows the way itll go But thats the magic about you an me I could be rappin a show Slappin up hands, giving autographs and then.. Tomorrow you could read my eulogy So rest in peace , Maurice with the way of the world But for now ima be schooling yall like im Junie B And if you see me on the streets ill be doin me Shining bright for you to see what you could truly be Living to a fast degree working on my masterpiece Nobodys got the answer you just gotta adapt And thats how it has to be, cmon

I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesnt thrill me at all So tell me why shouldnt it be true? I get a kick out of brew Theres only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like were deaf Tempt me, do a number on the label Eat up all they emcees and drink em under the table Like, Its on me—put it on my tab, kid However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it Yourе leaving on your face, forfeit I crush thе mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it Told him tell em they stole it, he told her he lost it She told him, Get off it, and a bunch of other more shit Getting money, DTs be getting no new leads Its like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds Its the weed, give me some of what he drooping off Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough They group been soft First hour at the open bar and theyre trooping off He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road She asked him autograph her derriere, it read: To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd Love, Villain — take pride in code words Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy No, hes not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed How is only one left? The pack comes in six! Whatever happened to two and three? A herb tried to slide with four and five And got caught like, What you doing, G? Dont make em have to get cutting like truancy Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me! Looser than a pair of Adidas I hope you brought your spare tweeters MCs sound like cheerleaders Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin He do it for the smelly hubbies Seeds know what time it is like its time for Teletubbies Few can do it, even fewer can sell it Take it from the dude who wear a mask like a tarded helmet He plots shows like robberies In and out — one, two, three — no bodies, please Run the cash and you wont get a wet sweatshirt The mic is the shotty: nobody move, nobody get hurt Bring heat like the boy done gone to war He came in the door, and Everybody on the floor! A whole string of jobs like we on tour Every night on the score, coming to your corner store There, it is done Now that the representative from South Africa has been Mind programmed All of the world leaders on earth are under my control And when they meet tomorrow in special session I, DOOM, shall be voted: Master of the World My plan is foolproof, but just in case And what about snow? Now you keep your eyes open When I tell ya, start snappin Uh, ladies und gentlemen I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern That I must warn you, I, I You must listen Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over DOOM, gosh, I wish I’d brought my autograph book Right, lead-head You’re weird Why is everyone staring at us? Relax masseur, just do your thing What? Why, I’ll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little What’s the matter? You’re nothing but a chicken-head Hold it

There’s a 99% chance That your less talented than me Mooching off my success Full of jealous of n envy Stepping in ten deep But my presence is friendly Unless I’m blessing the beat Tremendous menacing pen speed As long as I’m breathing Hip Hop is alive N Ima keep dreaming of the tip top With these rhymes you criticize But your like a wrist watch Killing time no flip flopping Ima sip scotch n feel the vibe I been dropping this popping material But unless I rap trap They are not gonna feel it yo I don’t gotta back track They ain’t topping my pinnacle Cause I’m in my rap bag Glad i got an imperial I’m the ruler The new Slick Rick in your district They wonder who’s this kid Spitting it sick with Venom his writtens Viscous when the wicks lit This is a quick fix your witnessing The business get hit with a clinched fist For dissing his ambitions This isn’t simplistic I risked it Been persistent They said ima misfit But missed his ship to riches It’s off in the distance A mystical artist bitch Rare like a unicorn I swear I’m improving more Beware of my truest form I’m staring right through the storm Preparing for future wars Inheriting new support I cherish n do it for Repairing the music’s core I dare em to move in forward They want no part of it So never will they conquer my Greatest accomplishments Taking your confidence So you can save all the talking this Isn’t up for debate I’m still they favorite It’s obvious I came to change my life So many days n nights I had to stay up writing So I can blaze the mic I might say it twice So many days n nights I had to stay up writing So I can blaze the mic Ayo Hip Hop It started out the park Where lyricist bars Really bleed from the heart Where DJ’s beat breaks Set them apart They did it every day Never left in the dark In return now the game Gets to head for the stars It started off with Kool Herc Now it’s ending with Mar$

Johnny Tombs: Bringing it back like it was an old track in a black girls head, ha I play too much. But nah, we bringing an old sound that was claimed to be dead found in the earlier days bringing the old ways. Remember them good old days less shootings and meaningful music, niggas abused music, so much ignorance, so many lies, doing your hardest in life, yeah we all tried, not hard enough times are rough, people die, people lie, people steal, people evil, aint having it invading my farm like weevils. And in History it was We The People but now its We The Negroes being peaceful. They say Hip-Hop is dead, but now its being revived, its coming alive, its falling down this slide but lands on feet like a cat with 9 lives. Keep that flame burning it never dies. Gotta keep on trying Delande: We live in a world, where those are clueless, niggas be robbing niggas for cream, its just a dollar & a dream. Monkey see, monkey do, but does the monkey see the true you. Im in a good mood of disposition, Im preaching with the microphone and hoping they would listen. Cause we on an expedition to change this worlds condition Johnny Tombs: Yeah, to change this worlds condition Delande: Your skin seems to determine how you act, whether your purple, yellow, or black. Hoping racism doesnt come back Johnny Tombs: Its slowly rising back cause people dont how to act. Thats about it mane, expect the rest later

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