I ain't worried bout the police, Seriously, chill dude, we’re white, we’ll be fine, I ain’t scurry back in my place, nope, no please, Save some face, know your defeat; I runnin’ shit, they obese, Angh, Time up, Receive your receipts, watch me regime proceed, My game high with pro speed, your game high like reggie, My aims high like amends, so why your temp high like so sweaty? You said you’d be hot shit by one six, so why you not so-so already? Me being hot shit I am dreading: driven when petty, success deadly, Cottonmouth complacence commonplace, can’t complain or stress when deli'd, Thoughts from darker days, give demonstration, cursed be the delegation, Many medals decorate them, many fellows like me, Now depraved by them, And then they say to them: "Look at, look at, the world, how it’s been raising you!" Look at you, no, they waste no gaze, but now time they face the music, Rate I drive on the lonely road, addiction out of ten, usually, Got a problem? Fucking sue me, Give thanks my resolve ain’t as dissolved as those fools who joke at movies, You going insane, truly? Boy, you’ll be Gucci damn fanooci, See, to you, this the worst of days, to me, a fucking Tuesday, This is do or die, Do or die, Let’s just skip the fucking story, I need that cash, I need that glory, right? Do or die, do or die, I need it now, I need it fast, ascend from woes, and feed 'til holy, This cow ain’t be milking me no Rollies? Motherfucking bull bologna, Birds be pilfering the trolly, Another fuck case this different? Show, me, I stick out hard, they fucking blow me; other fuck ups, they don’t know me, I fucked like shooting up a student, you fucked like student shooting up, It’s called a fucking “trap” for a reason, stupid, shouldn’t be leaving, but knew enough, To no please, the self-pity, demons, gruff, Without medication, but moderation keep from the light of reason, snuffed, Have to pretend to be friend when these faggots laugh behind my back, The boys, girls, old and young, even self cut me no slack, But my sneakers, they be winged, when I touch down running on the track, They fling they litter when I down the stream, now they wanting that shit back, Hope they squeaks don’t bring admitters, when I breed they lungs with stream, Nice to meet ya, sweet dreams to greet ya, transmitter deems the world will see you twitch, On Twitch, it stream… [Your video has been flagged for inappropriate behavior] Ya’na’I mean, bruh? Know why I’m mean, bruh? See the crown gleam, bruh? Cuz I remember when it didn’t, Thorn circlets ain’t glisten, my turn earning perplex, and christened vintage, But no time for breaks, or playing witness, you either racing, or you finished, This is do or die.

How you doinnn? Okay pleasantries, we’ve shown ‘em, These lines, run deep as prying fishies sink to throat ‘em, But on skin-writ disavowal, Watch the touch on listed royal, Don’t know much pylon living social, So if for spawning friendship, you were hopeful, you can take my nylon twisted oval, I’m done being vocal bout how the masses treated me, Brain blank beckons the memories, misery feels like fucking leisure fee, Motherfucking jeepers creepers, found the monster of the mask, Smell of sorcery, my concerns are gone by first of week, your welfare stinking last, ‘portant morals somewhere middle, caving for cravings, with shelter beam intact, And I just want my leader back, wish granted, voice come back one day in sneak attack, Dropping bars, think fiction tangent, remake the scars, pictures for fandom, Drips of red, splished on the granite, can’t recall, too enchanted by the phantom, “Bruh keep it real, man, keep it candid,” oh, you think my poems pour no pintos? Fucking adorable, bro, Scheme, Make then meet goals, you just hope you score on free-throws, Maturing mule mewls, “you forgot your badges, numbers, warrants?” We know, we know, How irresponsible, crime visionary in question be scathing us, But wanna know what’s real? Fine, listener discretion, eighteen up, Resin sesh repress the doubts that lessen my direction, friends, profession, and lady, No reason to live, still scared of death, let’s go and make, a fucking baby, Written words, only 401K, Shaking habits held since seventh grade, Bearing weight, over Bearing Strait, and pray the chains don’t freeze before repentance day, Tuck myself in bed, per same, just say, “Just sleep it off, it’ll be okay, Need to tell? Then kneel and pray, cuz no soul on Earth, gon’ make it change, Time will pass and heal the maim…” Ya’na’am sayin’, bruh? Life is the fucking same, bruh, Rise, and rise, and knock to dirt, again, again back down the drain, Shut self-worth within a cage, vow to never speak on the topic, Never free myself from sanity, leave it once, you’ve fucking lost it, Two dozen hours leaves you tired? A single one leaves me exhausted, Life for each of us a square, unwrap it, light it, burn it, toss it.

Forward, forward, forward, forward, forward, (skrrt) Rewind, Forward, forward, warding 'em by scores, and oops, Rah, rewind, Rewind before they minds unwind and wipe away archaic devastation done in broken time where inflammations from the nations of the past attack our present day, and gravitate us to the Earth over divine, murk out plots for the salvation bright, murky be the waters of damnation, but through the fog, I see a light… AGH! Motherfucking microphone executioner, Flow and execution stupid as the truthless who diminish us, Think our time is through? Then finish us, Ruthless 'til I’m blue lipped, cuz I need just desserts, for breakfast, snacks, and dinner, lunch, Devilish incisors lit again, again from magma drip, Apathy crack the path for me, stitched with mimicking actions passionate, Rationing application of rage on frustrations, why the masses masks not cast immaculate? You’ve tapped your inner psyche? I’ve just had a sip, Sleep with two eyes closed, and one aimed at the love, But don’t you know, broth’… That though for a gallant fate inside me was a trust, To restore a balance built long before labeled religions erupted, For now, that’s shit’s such a fuss, Hot damn, I’m so young, Asking for the ring’s a little much, but sure, I’ll give you a fuck, Airport security see my middle names, yeah, you better check me, son, No bitch secure when KV on tour, cuz all us ragheads strapped with packaged heat, son Cuz yeah, I had a piece, match, and a little weed…um… Yeah, we’re not ALL terrorists, anyways, uh, Say Kig five times to sound like when a broken motor run, Fucked my girl five times, what taken Trojan hoarding brung, Fuzz and blood discovered love for cannab when with sticky shit, been rummaging, Leave ‘em wondering, I just wonder when the familial supporting done, “Explain why you’re weird,” I don’t know, I’m on drugs? Half dozen mental probs? Rising king Aquarius? Realizing worrying about what others think or speak of me, it be hilarious? Yeah, ya can go have your petty, scrambling, Tom and Jerry quote-quote "fun", Flow sweeter than the fantasy reality that PBS teach me, You read math books and think we’ve solved American minority and Aryan discrepancy, Happy memories, don’t want to reach me, why not future freedom instead of tainted retweets? What a coincidence, holy shit, while scripting this, I just turned nineteen, Agh, Bruh, I hate my birthday, I miss the good old days... Of course you only think of them as the good old days cuz you were young and innocent and saw the world through a warped as fuck lens, but yeah, anyways, Ma-ma got ya brum wife beats, and black socks, Flossin’ down the street with my mask off, If any task force found any my dirties, I’d be proud, Dropping so much shit, I damn done lost 30 pounds, Burn trees hot, stinky candle, screaming loud, Slurp that cider, smudged as our precedents avow, If you think shit between us even, pretty-pretty please stop, I’m on my la-di-dah, My dope is gratzi, brah, But to be my bro, you can’t afford, nah, Till then, you’re cancerous, All chance is lost; with all these people, all I be seein’ is thots, The longer I simmer my thoughts, The bigger hazard your simpers will glean shots, When I treat that trigger like my empress’s G-spot, Bitch.

[Engage] I've, Been, Best in the pack, when barely been sovereign, And I’m jacking this flow like Israelian water, Zaroff with the whistle blows on paleo-fodder, These cunts think we’re even, like, nah bitch, I’m odder, Sleep on these, comedians, like queens in my media, Mediate, agreements, who next to be feeling up, Every penny, I’m greedier, embezzle this meteor, Many trees 'til I’m seedier, can’t throw shade on me, Feel possessed by a G, But no-no-no, don’t dare touch when you groveling, Ya bullshit, won’t munch, too late to show love, And if push come to shove, then I’m shoveling, Angel them like God, rap tight as a strangle, And I don’t fuck with you, unless panties on ankles, Your ass is evicted, I’m a fucking dick like your landlord, Cuz my turn to be ranting, ain’t no passing this mantle, I’m the talk, I’m the scandal, Still walk ‘way, presidential, Third deg' my quotations, and we’re still on preamble, Don’t give fuck bout probation, I love to be vandal, Gimmie problems, it’s handled, activist for the practical, Lines never slack for these ugly ass halibuts, Abandonment my leader, I never acted it, And if you’re 25 my senior, how about'a, FUCKING, ACT LIKE IT? I shouldn’t have to tell you, we’re not, playing Saying Simon, Their bellies be yellow round the only untouchable made Brahman… (That’s me, by the way) Ball-chain my leg, they my energy famine, And Kig might be tapped keg, but I’ll tap ‘em like Laden, Ay bruh, these bitches be learning, ay, Bruh these losers be learning, ay, Bruh, these boofs just now learnt, He is something beyond person, ay, Bruh these bitches be learning, ay, Bruh these lames finally learning, what, Thing just fell upon the earth, Stand by for the sermon, Version I I bout as fucking chill as a drone strike, Lucifer like, “bruh, chill, make they purge a slow plight,” You’ll be fighting off this pallid devil as well as them Mayans did, Panhandling for my bloodied gold, like if you were big, you would buy me shit? For this Bic to bring worth and reason, all I’ve thirsted, Maybe a trick to slurp that semen like a giant squid, Swag like cheesy Walmart tees, “Behold My Awesomeness,” One more dude than me, this popsicle stand, a sausage fest, I’m a Goddamn moxie fest, I’ll be 62, still talking shit, Baby Boomers hate me on they street, like it’s ’62, I’m talking red, up in they daughter’s bed, Living wet dreams over the sheets, been in it for a week, nasty Maxi Pad, Agh, aghahaha, not a, Rapper, dead or, near, that can stop me, bitch, Can you repeat that shit again? Again you lost me, bitch, Holmes, you must love yourself like Sharia lesbian Republicans, Makes you wheeze when you seein’ me resonate, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? Huh, doesn’t it? Uh, doesn't it? Doesn't it... Ay bruh, these bitches be learning, ay, Bruh these hymen be learning, Bruh these swine just now learnt, He is something beyond person, ay, Bruh these bitches be learning, ay, Bruh these lames finally learning, what, Thing just fell upon the earth, To eradicate vermin…

UZA on that pair of dice, UZA on that aaAAAAA! ... UZA run the clock, bitch, UZA on that five pan, For the Zates why that glock sing, got my pre' for this Vyvanse, If ‘em dreams full of vibrance, then total silence a must, Where I drive, claim as mine, deer-in-headlights, think I give fuck bout the musk, Phone always buzz, buzz, buzz on the counter, you caught me buzzing like Malibu, Salute long after salutations, watch--altitude value grew, “You know you’re apt to attract acts of malice too,” Smoke into lungs from glass he drew, fucks are through, Drench the stench of blue with palace loot, Caught a scent, Ain’t a come-Jekyll-jecture what it is that I’ma catch next, Everything left, minus sack of burlap round-a-bout the size of a head, Heading back home, Ears love her clapping, like pirates, earbuds blasting, his Pyrex, Unleash a flooding, most pious, and yet his ears be the driest, Ain’t I no fan of the sound of defiance… Grind like some white shit, invulnerability in full affiliation with abrasions on the mirror, Plenty rest come a year, or four, Or more… Mm, fuck it, Work, work, work, until I fucking die, Rise, rise, rise, until I finally fall, Why, why, bother asking “why” about you at all? Hate for prancing villager, plus farsickness to Dillinger supplant as wall, To keep my fist pocketed when we are witness to your fuck-ass at the mall, Docking it, Mood flew in positive, I’m hacking it, Haven in the harbor, honorable concerns, fucking drop it, ugh, Raps erratic, agh, Doob dude on his duty; ya’all think you do doozy when you doesn’t, Gotta lotta shit I plan to grant to the public, missed the Vulcan, splashing buckets, Twisted as hair of pubic, or tryna function parent when you’re drunken, Independence, sure, it rugged, Errant when plugged in, bruh, I kid, You should see what the rake mucked in, You’re hand to mouth like fucking Muppets, Cousin cut the fluff, it called liposuction, your rustic ego need be shrunken, Fucking, Weak at every gusset, stab music published, no need no cutlass, And if my writs have a culprit, check the sudden shit I done stomached, Each and every day down the gullet, life’s buffet’s brewing is faulty, Flustered I won’t pick a side, well I’ve always considered sui' or homi', Deliver compass towards my summit, like these chumps gonna prove me good, homie? Watch lyrical gunman at the junction go through the me, into embalming, I already feel a concussion, if you’ve got the juice, then pour it, Sentenced to life dungeon, can’t give the deuces to morbid, So for those who suffer in silence, sentence that finger to forehead.

The One, oh, the One, girl it’s you, I just wanna one-on-one with you, You’re like fun in the sun, and you’re making my bars whack, You’re like a heart attack, I think my heart’ll be intact, But I just fall to my knees, on the track, hope for you, the same, Cuz knowing me, it never ends well, In a month or twelve, you’ll be boasting newer lames, Cuz my love underdeveloped; my whole life, grew estranged, It’d be a wonder to catch up, and live like I’m normal, I’ll tell ya something else, though, being weird sure resourceful, But what’s the point of whistles, bells, if you can’t even share it? I mean I love my mom and Dave, but could not ever bear to, Go place all of my wagers on distant friends and a parent, Eyelids scalped for clarity—only seein’ the carrot, Yeah, I got my raps, they pretty fucking rad, but only ever find merit in ‘em, Cuz arrogance will rid ‘em ugly feelings that been staring, listening, And just parrot all the bullshit that's been holding me back, And getting married may be whack, But I’m down to fuck in exchange for false pacts… Just saying, ... ... ... I got love for that moment; you had me smile a second, But it won’t be enough to rope in the stallion, miles buried in wreckage, Idle parry the venom, my mouth a weapon like septet, But what goes in, must come out, so all my words only septic, Temple’s output is supreme, but what goes up, must come down, Shredded outlook to please, but they nose up, just put down, And I’m just a sweet little nothing; ain’t be no thing to put me down, Until I back up, and clap ‘em, ‘n put drapes on their casket, You learned to ignore? Fantastic, But FYI, you’re not me, Such tactics left me wide open to invoke my defeat, So I’ll bring in single serving friends that mean nothing to me, Everyone loves Noah brum, until he’ll be dumping on you, All these problems he grew, like persona’s something to choose, Mixed with ((disaffecting views)) ineffectual blues, And inattentive through-and-through with that that won’t laud, They sought to erase me, so I’m seeking to leave a mark, Through all the awful debasement, I’ll be free once shrieks depart, My mind, And I’m sure you’ll find these songs are just the start, You’ll learn me better than anyone, and still be in the dark, Just saying.

First day back to school, I know, I know, I’ll make a good time, This year, I believe, I’m cool, I’m on a new leaf, I’ll look back at these times as the good times, This’ll be the last time I drift, I’m, Gonna live here for the rest of my life, I’m tired and worn, And I’m barely fifteen, And I had dream that I’d make some friends at lunch, We’ll sit and talk and get along, just fine, My dark will flee from the light, From the spotlight, (from the spotlight) They’ll think I got right, They’ll regard me as an equal, I’ll burn bright, and part from feeble, Never be alone, a part of a people, With my friends, Friends... All my friends… If they last I guess that depends, on my... Luck... . . . Oh my God, I don’t know what to say, I’m lost, I tried and tried and what’s my reward? What’s the price of this war? Why do I never fight for myself? Maybe if I had said something they’d’ve stopped, I just think I need to make it right for myself, or start to experience insanity, Where’s my fear against handling? Where’d I put my humanity?… . . . An AK-47, a revolver, a nine, And MAC-11 oughta solve these problems… Right? Killing in my mind, never satisfied, I just mime, inside these walls, See the maggots, see them all, Sow their fall… Wait in beige Honda, approach like class-bound, Assassin for the class clown, He turning ashen, when maddening laugh down the hallway, Not so funny when I cite that thing you said? I’m seeing red, Watch me wyle, Watch me blow apart my plague, no smile, I’m playing God, there’ll be no trial... ...[Engage] For those who called me Pedro, it might get nasty, Cred though to NATO fetish Lawson S.R.’s been having, Listen—listen—you didn’t directly do shit, bastard, But you bystandered, you let me slandered, and my third eye’s filmed, I’ma direct a clip, [Action]… You acted big? Now you’re too big to hide, The chance you mortals rigged flew by, Picture the Grim Reaper, it possibly I, They dropping to desks, I’m dropping their souls, Sounds flicker, down fissure, one by one, we go… Ain’t, no, Slowing, clotting, or breathing, Until the SWAT team cease my spree, see? Ya…ya see? “Hey Robbie, my phone's gonna die soon, so call me back on Shaniqua’s phone when you get this. I know you’re in school right now, but....we saw a ton of cops heading southbound on the 7, and...I dunno. Weird premonition I guess. Calling to check on you and see if you're okay and staying out of trouble...anywho, I love you dork, remember that. Alright, alright, okay, byyye." I’m scared of death, Though for the unfortunate, Porcelain America wastes no breath, The victims are nearly all of us, inert when they place their threats, Of joblessness, social onslaught, anonymity inside their teetering ship, These consequences follow you until you martyr for a blindfolded theatre’s bullshit, Like, you ain’t been told shit? Stand in your fucking line, do as you’re told, bitch, But the new Lady Liberty will be gorgeous, If I can just get that child custody, Though my victory might be tainted by suggestions in my unconscious to play repayment roulette with the awful species that tortured me and millions for nothing, Let me tell you something, What if the evil and insane were just a product of a misconstrued environment? What if they have, and always had been, Surrounding, You, Entirely? … Maybe... If they hadn’t cruelly vented their insecurities onto me, Maybe if I had pretended since a toddler I had been a bullet fiend, Maybe if divine was thy role model and ya’all were a bit smarter, Instead of having hearts and souls of violence…

They claim they want talk sex ‘n God, space-science, art, maybe magic, And honesty, but when possess these qualities, honestly think you batshit, Like, yo, what’s happenin’? You want society to change, but won’t be the first to take a step? It takes sobriety to waste for you, for your worth to ever rep? I wanna find a mind like mine, but ain’t find any patience left, These racists right, ever-hopeless, cuz my daddy’s side, Speak fascist, why? Never told you pain only reason to write? I want to prevent others from living lives like mine, Or yours, Patty-cakin’ with my rabid side, he says out mirror, he past due, I promise he’ll be out, be few, when we take off tier, or two, Affluence got ‘em Jewish, ‘n naming debauchery after populations, Just watch me ,in lost relations; I built a rocket to opulence, Casing up law troubles, cuz for that all: can’t burst that bubble, From burnt rubble, I rise, walk on ice egg shells, subtle, Walk to up man in five, who planned demands on genders and colors, Tie to fender, burn rubber, ten minutes for every word he utters, Hmm…why despise this treatment? He’s not going in a grave, he’ll get a motherfucking mausoleum, But I’m just brazy I be slim, Bragging bretty good health and bros who brought Percocet-10, Course brutes be brownnosing, cuz these bravos I be getting, Ugly blood I sure be letting, Read letter I be sending, the second I have your address, cuz your bullshit, I’ve took note, 'Til then, here’s an open one, Can’t complain about Ace when it’s not what I wrote, Mewling for Youtube instrumentals like the Kiggy truly lost his mental, yo, Ah... . . . Roll with clean version; if you maybe haven’t noticed, I don’t swear, Won’t catch quotes where I dare guarantee anything, If you searching clothes down, for badge of service, I’m gonna be asking where that warrant be, And for all, these pervs, who done, sold out, I, Put the hurt on their merchants, Merlin ain’t burden shit, against this turgid insurgent, So full of it that I’m burping, expectant, like I’m girthing person, Girls reversing their purse when, I ask for a damn stick of gum, Do not disturb, or concern, I just prefer to have fun, With the rest of my evening, dessert being that first course, Solid walls never sleeping me, bit more grit in my perco, Take a sip, then I spurt home, by my lips, a concerto, All lone and twitch, like Roberto, Just know that, bitch, I’m on turbo, So much dirt, high turbidity, but no impeaching, no ridding me, Believing in themselves was such a silly thing… Though I guess I did, now look at status, what I do, Can’t tell if sarcasm, or speaking truth, Truth is, Not really reaping loot, Least not when I wrote this, April ten, ten from ’06, Have first four Rësümé recorded, but two tapes making stowage, And I just want my expression, you know this… I want be carefree, like la-la, I want a lady like Gaga, I’ll call her dolly, like llama, I’ll cop her green, like iguana, I’ll take a fly to the plaza, my weight on plane make it faster, I bite some flows, hope no drama; fans bet I sweat like sauna, Poke my drums, la-la-la-la, I a rapper, not a pastor, Watch me stunt on these askers: one word replies like “ha-ha”, Then ask for a ride home, but world just driving me gaga… ... Slither, feet, like a naga, Withered dreams, are, disaster, Smith a new knife, no after, Got me rapping…on motherfucking elevator music!

*crunch* (Yeah, look who’s dead, motherfucker) [What’s up, what’s up,] (whaddup-whaddup, whaddup-whaddup) [What’s up, what’s up,] (whaddup-whaddup, whaddup-whaddup) …Yo, what happenin’? Pumping iron in high school, holding iron after college, Pull on the iron, and gearshift; you finna knowledge the chieftain, You ain’t be beefin’ with my cool; I told you, hear it, and follow: Puffin’ P-Funks, or Spirits, or lunkheads heading to spirit, (AAAA) Nothing swallowed, won’t hear it, listen, you’re funkin’ my spirit, Hand out hugs in appearance, but the real me, go peer it, Never fuck with anybody, except, like, eleven-so people, Obliged to loving the subjects—I—I mean people, my tongue slipped, Actually fuck finessing, it's dumb shit It such a blessing, this drum kit, This vibe is best, but I’ll up it; fly from nest, while you plummet, This happy beat liberating all the waves off of inner behavior, Zap me from sleep, defibrillator; peep what’s happenin’, I’ll stay here, Please, Just put me down back under, MD, Mounting temps all summer, cuz our planet torn asunder, be, Now me and who the fuck ever else, gotta put it back together? Eesh, I’ll stay here… Whaddup-whaddup, [whaddup-whaddup] Whaddup brother? [What’s up?] We’re like each other, [Similar] Except we’re not, [Yuh] Whaddup-whaddup, [whaddup-whaddup] What’s your customs? [Tradition] We might be brothers, [Familiars] Except for, we’re not, Ya’all, kinda gotta an issue with competition, Ya’all just bitch at the winners; for you I’m dishing out tissues, Cuz when you’re winning, you’re selfish; reluctant me finna stick through, All these pills, but I’m retching; charity wishing is vicious, The debt I feel for this people, nothing but spliffs on the mouth roof, I try and record my how-to; they think my image is out to, Go get ‘em rapport with some odd dudes, so they just utter a foul truce, To spot my life like a contuse, while I try to reduce trialed abuse, Against those, who die for their views, while they, just strumpet for views, Toot their trumpet, subdue, who was once unique and true, And I’m just fleekin’ for the loot, and maybe geekin’ for some influence, Reeking of sin, like who isn’t? Pass the gin, drinking on me, Didn’t do this for TV; stewed the cream, cuz tummies rumbling, Stumbling drunken with the whole team…basically, Just me, and my girlfriend, Making treats, cuz without a BET Award by thirty, I’m worthless, Whaddup-whaddup, [whaddup-whaddup] Whaddup brother? [What’s up?] We’re like each other, [Similar] Except we’re not, [Yuh] Whaddup-whaddup, [whaddup-whaddup] What’s your customs? [Tradition] We might be brothers, [Familiars] Except for, we’re n-n-n-not!

Straight, outta, upper-middle class white neighborhood, Ain’t finna bang in this kinda hood, People cross the Zates claiming, oh, what I mighta did, Lighter end my prerogative, maiming whatever face that so daunted him, Selling shit to some crazy chick from internet, Describe as girlfriend, technically ain’t win her yet, Sure, Like it ain’t written in the heavens, Bit my sixes and sevens, bitch, I get what I want, Why these other girls front? Sure, like you ain’t shalmoota, And I ain’t some basket-case that hears that bass and goes Ruger, That establishment just wish you dead, and I’m just racing ‘em to ya, Blast’em like laxatives, my words ripping right through, Think FFAK is joke, M.E.F. ain’t a set? Then go head and benzo your eight O proof, and be less fucking dead, I’m on a hustle to amaze, oh you think that’s debatable? Well, we like to call that rustle in the shadows, “un-fucking-mistakable,” Ya’all bitches ain’t grind, Yo, you ain’t on a grind, Ya’all soul ain’t divine, No…you on some bullshit, though, No, ya’all, bitches ain’t grind, Yo, you ain’t of this motherfucking design, I’m tired of pacing around for these stars to align, But you wait, like, you on some bullshit, A noose the only exit from my tool shed, Never learned how to cool it, truest when I do shit, Gotta new vest, detonate, enemies evaporate, I live miraculously, Ain’t no rations on this plate, baby, Put my potential in the fire, now it’s hatching for me, Can’t poke my way all way to trophy, let’s see what slashing achieve, Code 8-0-8 from those below who don’t believe you need take action for peace, Wipe ‘way the data, Shout Triple-Acting, but stains on soul, manifesting, . . . Straight, outta, yuppie-bracket-washed district, Bumping Vinnie, Curry, Earl, Haze’s night ballads in when the broad day lit, I’m on some too-damn-great shit, So don’t even bother with dog, but beware humiliation, I’ll turn your sneering faces to sobs, maybe lumpy applesauce, I’ll fucking fuck up your job, but won’t fix these runts on a cross, Nullity watching you dab, bitch, you’ll disappear, as if magic, Felony’s worth, bars and cabbage, revere the bars that went savage, Sincerely from a sickness that facilitates lasting, right? You, know you ain’t on a grind, Ya’all, soul ain’t divine, No…you on some bullshit, though, No, ya’all, bitches ain’t grind, Yo, you ain’t getting no motherfucking replies, I’m sick of sticking to the wishes of these pigs in the grime, They tryin’ pork-mug, they stuntin’ bullshit, They tryin’ ca-joles, they tryin’ fool shit, Think they’ll make home, I’m callin’ bullshit, They think they meso, while going way slow, Priorities flipped, when pass through G.I.K.’s estate though, Graves nodded in the late polls.

Skrrting to the backdoor, like fuck an instigator, 9 to 5 chores, count ‘em up, out of luck, cuz pissed the Maker, Taking shots the sec you load ‘em, and not an instant later, Slurring, slipping, sliding cross the room, crossed a goon, some infant hater, Turn the knob on incubator, roast these dogs like hungry hobos, Slobbing, actin’ impish, ain’t for long till they see their stunts be no-no, Posse robbing stank of gator, hit the spot like spoon-fed promos, In your head subliminal, in her head, spilling ostinato, Gator on the muff, muzzle stuffed to brim, vanilla gator tail, Mad I plucked they princess, bruh chill, ya Peach and sis and Daisy’s well, Bruh, I promise, You treat her like a lady, she’ll treat your baby maker lavish, What she do, I’m astonished, they don’t even do that in pornos, Fucked recycled yawns, ish we do, it be trashy, it be scornful, Kig V ain’t be hip for the past week, A-Nasty what she do yearn though, Yearning to splurge the purse on personal consumption dope shit dumped in Portugal, When fiend for fades, I ain’t be frugal, Up the grade, cuz these noodles need marinatin’, they be starin’, hatin’, I’m just praying Mary Jane listed at this place, sellers to the back like carry basement, Still eye-raping the two-one century wonder, but of these others, nary say shit, I got the beard, supply the plunder, not even near, irritation, Jeering a handful to some, sure, [Sure] But within a min, the second hand gyration’s narration win, When you get up to blunder, all we get is second hand embarrassment, like, Oh my Lord in Heaven, this shit’s not even FAIR, And yeah sure I’m overcompensating some, But at least I came prepared, right? At least I pretend like I care, right? All these dumb shits fly like drum sticks, and I’m the snare, right? Pain sound is blared...but they don’t care, right? Yeah, motherfucker, yeah, uhn, remember how they never did, And if they did, had a fucking lame-ass way of showing it, Then they angry ‘bout my path, like I envy ways that protists live, Or playing safe, I’m noticed bitch, many ways to survive besides the bogus shit, The motiveless, lining up for useless degrees, Dying skittish for promotions in green, I won’t be a devotee to a company whose word I’d never willingly preach, (n-n-noOOo) I’d rather feed my self-fucking-useless esteem, Heat and vapors, windows up, sk-sk-SKRRRT! Do a favor, windows down, yeah, We gotta meet these haters like D-L-L-L-L-L-L! And then get me a new wife like b-a-a-a-a, Didn’t that know my girlfriend could make a noise like a turkey, Don’t know if these blabbers have an off switch, but it isn’t working, Nauseous, away from the "biznit", I’m lurking, Toss this kid in mercury, from every outlet I’m surging, I’m fucking hazardous, Ravenous for returning, Arab-American Lazarus, Put me on blast for it, repping a culture when I left it, Or a culture for blacks, letting this ulcer unattended, When it’s an offense that I’m free? Ha, ya, accurate, Why deny my tendency, To be drawn toward other heritages in misplaced jealousy, Montage across the Zates, another heretic open like sesame, Waiting at the gates, waiting for a host who might message me... You messin’ me? I’m just a piece of a part of a generation without identity, And I know attention has its brevity so…guess you better to used that shit, Pay actual scrutiny, not counterfeit, ugh, we’re fucking used to that trick, We’re all just animals, scramblin’, wall-to-wall, with no handlers, Until up in our neck in debt depths, “Hi, I’m you’re manager, And if you had any plans to splurge your life on happiness, then you’re wrong,” Fuck that noise, unlock the doors, flood the farm to this song, unh...

Breathe, There is no “next” to see, You’re here in ecstasy, The very best it be, And if you think not, you know where the exit be, From pink you flopped, and ‘til you think up in the blue is God, This shit hard, As the peer-dulled ritual chisel to etch on thee, If your food has been poisoned, don’t blame the fork, man, check the recipe, Poignancy held in stealth, definitely, love, joy and wealth, preferably, My humanity heredity, though blessed it be, will be the death of me, How we treat each other, need not be discrepancy, but our decisions be dumb, Why hope need be provisions, when it’s the love we all want? But the past, it has won, separate’s a fate we done brung, Desolate our way of life, and look to the artist to erase the glum, They entertainment in the balance, but no, no, no, they don’t love us, “Why you sad with all ‘em talents, bruh?” like, homie, shut the fuck up, Just fucking puked my guts up, up in the AM, thinking will I? Keep my game brushed, press play, shush-shush, d-d-day past dusk until I’m, Too big to fail, like Citigroup, Approach female to sitting group, “Kig, I mean you well, I, do, but of late you been like really, really douche,” Laughing fellow dudes dishevel bellowed past truth, girlfriend on the ringer now, Oops, I blabbered, “live together,” now that’s the only thing we think about, It’s about time, my laces retied, They ain’t too chummy when you on ya runway, why? Let a man free-fly, Can’t you see why? All this “fun” to me’s mundane, tryna cuddle up with the free life, It ain’t kindly man, “Breathe,” That’s what they say to you, They fucking baited you… “Your quote-quote line of work’s a fucking gutter dream, At most you’ll find it blows off under-weather steam, But I think you need your rudder tweaked, You plus real world makes me shudder, Noah, Of other rappers, there’s no number, Noah, Wanna crush your chance to further suffer, Noah, Ayyou ain’t no Donald Glover, ain’t see no Samoa, Your skin ain’t even kinda mocha,” But this poet’s got persona, Leasing Mona’s, rolling deep, Froze altruistic, opened greed, On my own time, caught my own shit, dropping flips off stolen sleep, Reeling from my clock, like, they thought I’d stop at the first hit, Renting out friends, spending these tens, waking up then, like, “that wasn’t even worth it,” Where were they when my net was worth shit? I told them my ascent was certain, But they kept talking shit, slept on the Kig, Or had suspicions I’d blow up, and chose to fake cordial shit, On I’m a graveyard shift, I’ll know the radar blipped, miles ahead, They trying caper shit, abd I’m on my bazaar shit, with an icicle head, Take a cent, I’ll saber your hand, ‘n fucking trademark it, Bitch.

It’s like I feel divided, Demons inside of me, robbing me blinded, Together, divine, I, If I, What if I, Told you I had a couple secrets? What if I told that nobody, nobody, knew me through and through, What if I told you only God? Only a god, Could give you a peak inside my skull, Without slamming revolving door, Third eye, I wore…until the other two dulled, I, hope you know I didn’t choose apostasy, A, ladder from the Power, doubt they’ll pass to me, directly, But please hold the fatwas, let me babble my fratta, Cuz maybe the daily engravings you saddled have round bout nada, To do with the Power, the power, oh, the power, they, Always obsessed with gains in life, Always bigger, within limit, like days of Christ, And not a fucking thing gonna change in life, So why in the fuck would I change my life? We live in a society where looking out for others may well maim your life, Why bother advancing? Fuck the vanguard, stay the same for life, Yeah man, evil is the shit, let’s stay the same for life, You’ll make evil your bitch, just stay the same for life, It’ll grant your every wish, would never, never take advantage, Just hope that you don’t end up in ditch, or staying maybe life, It, Should it, Why should it, Hm? Why should it take an upheaval, to see all, we are equal? Why does nobody understand at fetal, none are evil? To feel shit, I’m eager, but the numbness of this culture sure running deeper, Why bother care about the weak, who gives a shit? Why bother care where money be, who gives a shit? Why question any trinity, who gives a shit? Until it effects you, suddenly, detect you give a shit, Deject until I spit, Intent on teaching bliss, Precepts got people bit, On hooks dissecting jit, On books, protecting shit, Written by inept human beings, With bias in how they selected their teachings, It’s why I’ve always latex’d my semen, I have enough trouble protecting myself from the bullshit, Causing trouble when I want to elect myself for this bullshit, Aghaha, But who the fuck else gonna do it? Who else sees the problems, the problems, Who else is gonna lead us through it? I don’t want to, I’ll do it, If no one else will rise our ruins, In the tongue of man I’m fluent, So I was just suggesting someone with a potential for credentials, Ah... . . . I hope you know, every night, I, Imagine this cage I’m in, Like if I could tear, color right off out of our skin, I would, Right out of my eyes, leave behind the lives, Of people in my family tree, who’s dates I’m examining, On the head of their gravestones, because their vessels are gone, Because they’re fucking dead, and not coming back, They’ll be rebirthed as another poor sucker to find little love on the top of the surface he’s hopped on, he’s worthless unless he’s fucking profitable, What if our opinions were neutral of people we just met? Demeaning wasting our breathe, so the rich can indict rules of feudalism, And white people, it’s the truest ism, that those found in power too often abuse it, So let’s at least--hm--TRY and not fucking abuse it, uh-huh, And I have a lot of secrets I do, but one of my least favorite, Is to inmate my think ways in order for famous, That race and religion and politics list as threatening topics, And if I want show vision, seem modest, and rake in profits, I have, to, shut the fuck up, mm, Toss ring, when zip my lips up-up, How are we supposed to fix things if we don’t one-one this shit up? It’s dumb-dumb, this shit, that it should take any licks, Between any groups of people who just want to live, Who have good intentions, And brothers of purest evil, Forgot to mention that vices run free into their person, believe it you Have a few of your own, you should check yourself, cousin, If you think I’m exempt, I wasn’t, I’m not, I won’t be, not now, not ever, not once, Admittedly, I have problems with loyalty, passion, ego, understanding, On myself and those I love, I can be kind of demanding, I’m impulsive, like once I was writing a rap and almost actually admitted some shit, And to distract, threw in the chorus again, {{CHORUS}} I, love, hip-hop to death, man this shit saved my life, Cuz when I almost met, my self-induced end, for like the sixth time, I paused... Realized the bars I write have the potential to change things, Maybe not as much as I like, but enough to suspend my own weight I bring, The damage to my environment, from all of this meat I eat, And the miles I drive, to many people, I lie, From the greet, I am lie, Can’t I just try true? Maybe I’ve learned unless your sermon is best to preach to the preached, You should maybe keep it to yourself, and in time due, I could learn how to see things how others, they view things, In my royal lifeboat, lighting off these maroons, Sheets maroon, tried to birth some new shit, Days, days, always on that blue shit, Tried imagining their lives identical, But how can I relate when I don’t have an identity? Through traverses, I travailed, eyes of others, in enmity, Tried be social through a focal; relationship status: enmeshment, I tried rationalizing entrenchment, But I never had a hometown, or core rapport, ‘sides Mom or Dave, for them I’m blessed! At the end of the day, though, believe me, everybody’s the same, For good or for worse, My words are getting terse, Cuz though a homie’s name I may just blurt, 'n though that one friend, I’ve missed her, Hard have brothers or sisters, when whole life, I’ve been that drifter, Drifter... . . . Wake up, erupt, Make it ugly, find some beauty, Tell your kids, they’re already mine, Lone travel, giving back mine, Long after it’s over, before it begun, Uncovering more of what always had been there, Chill drive home, point out the obvious, This song… “Hahaha…hey man? You know what they call that last line? ‘Meta!’ It’s like…you referenced the fact that this is a song, but like, on the song. Hahaha! That’s pretty crazy, man!” We don’t want problems, I mean, I, I don’t want problems, Don’t give me more problems, Let me just be smaller, I won’t take your offer, no, I’ll just sit till I’m smaller, and smaller, and smaller, My life will be perfect, And won’t have any problems, My life isn’t worth it, Yes it is, just urgently shake ‘em problems-s-s, Shake off ‘em problems-s-s, Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, Me, girl adjacent, maybe wake ‘n bake it, Crazy sexed up mess, on camera saved it, So later I’ll, recreate the, Feeling made, one, second I thought, “Damn I’m gonna, marry this broad, She makes me feel good, she makes me feel loved…” And then I remember it’s infatuation... I know thanks to subconscious, the situation dumb, We’re just two rubbing tonsils, just waiting for lull, To choke our paths dry, of this path I have hunch, Long after it’s over, before it begun, It always, it always had been there, Chill drive home, oh look, it’s so obvious, It’s this song… “HAHAHA…dude…d-d-D-DUDE…that was an effective use of what I like to call: ‘Repetition!’ It’s like…you repeat something that was pretty much already said, to like, solidify the memory, or something?! Or something... Cuz you know, you hear it a lot? Ya know, like earsnakes? Hahaha! Oh man, that's pretty BRAZY, dude!” [12:57, AM] I guess I just hate waiting for what I know may happen but in reality is guaranteed by nothing My life My life is on the edge of cliff I’m just waiting to be saved, or to fall down the rift And all this waiting is shit And all this teetering Makes it really, really hard to believe in things Too much pressure the one way, you fall off, abyss Too much pressure, the other, a life of bliss for your mother The first side is 359 degrees My first life is my past, it is mine, and it’s supplying these– These, These It’s supplying these insecurities that are holding me back But never mind a lime light or ever rolling in cash, I just want my human back. C’mon, Give me my future back I acted out, and now I’m sitting in my room for that I guess this is what I deserve For trying mm If this is how I live, then I hate to see my dying I try making promises for myself, I’m trying But whole, whole, life, they were honestly lying Every second not whining, just dragging themselves up by my hair I’m thrashing underwater, as I, quote-quote “lag,” they just stare What a blasted piece of varnish On their faces On my faces On these places Never 'til now, hated Never billed for statement-- Hey, that reminds me, you owe me 40 bucks But, it’s okay I guess I still love you, I guess. (There was emphasis on guess with some of thaaaat, DA-DA-DA-DA, REPETITION! Titian, Titian, Titian! OH WE GOT SOME SUBLIMINALS! SOME RIVER LULLS! SOME FILLER BULK OF SILLY ATOLLS! GIMMIE A HAND, GIMMIE A CHOKE! AAAAAAAAA-A-AH!) I have no feelings left I have no feeling left But I know what might help

I need lots, and lots, and lots, And lots, and lots, and lots, and lots, And lots’n, lots’n, lots’n, lots’n, lots’n, lots’n, lots’n, lots’n, Lalalalalalacoughcough, Hop in ’94 Accord, Tight fits, narrow cuffs, vision field, Wipe away my problems, swish, swish, all these bugs on my windshield, Wheel crunching from knuck' grips, I need an ounce more-more, or more And watching out for you fuck wits like a school counselor, Shotgun ‘plaining early payment, when Kiggie jewels tassel her, Why she patting me down, hear a ticking satchel? When I’m driving past you’ll, Know it’s fast, you’ll, Miss your spot, bruh, Bleaching blemishes beats, diagnosis Tannish Too-Tall Brugada, Fans losing they shit, like too much bananas; Japan east to Taiwan, they going postal, And your plan better rise those flags up, cuz in a min, I’M GOING POSTALLL, Oops in your life, flooding all summer, please pull up yo dresses up, ladies, Drop so much shit, brazy, Don’t call the plumber, we’re gonna need the fucking Navy, Let’s get that lots’n, lots’n, lots’n, lots, I’ll need that lots’n, lots’n, lots’n, lots, Would never be the baddest guy, with lots’n, lots’n, lots, If you want to know what satisfies, it’s lots’n, lots’n, la, la, la ,la, Lamenting, Your fall, as I rise, See I would cry, but I’m, A fucking liar, I’m tired of nice guy, Laminating my first lines, I’ll Ebay those bucks for forgetting keys in a new ride, Or a pre-nup for my new wife, for the third time, Lose yourself in this light 'til you mess up your eyes, Minimize the slighted whines, my word’s jack shit as kinship ties, Toss a fifty while going fifty in a two-five when come the Five-0, And I’m not YMCMB enough to get paid for wearing a disguise, so, Let’s get that lots’n, lots, I’ll need that lots’n, lots’n, lots, Watch, this, Arab, springing with no stops, Take a lot more than spec ops, Got my vert locked, Earth burly-perseverance bestowed, not for the Frail Squad, Want it bowed, boxed, daily 'til drop, brah-- Focusing on getting cancer, Burn through the filter, I’ve been in a trance for, A day, or two, or three, or four, or a lot, Lies in question, I’ma b-be the answer, So watch’em circles you dot, Agh, Segway past you, like mall cops, Our Heaven’s mixed with Molotov, Velveeta cheese on fire, like Ghost Rider-- (FUcking lame-ass motherfuckers goddamn I'm not fucking with you at, ALL) [Whatsoever] And also: Your boisterous a load of bollocks, bruh I’ll make your portrait portray a Pollock, bruh Might need no wallop, their concrete kicks can’t trip no nautical, Pussies only bushwhack after my howitzer, Checks out of balance, sure, But the UZ ‘zecs run the galaxy, Wanna get soaked in the Apple’s juice or gasoline? Let’s get that lots’n, lots’n, lots’n, lots'n, lots, I’ll need that lots’n, lots’n, lots’n, lots'n, lots'n, lots'n, LOTS, Never act the baddest, with lots’n, lots’n, lots, How much gain reaped from passiveness’s breeding…? Hmm… This hope, I am conceiving, Our names, to them, no meaning, while the wicked rise, us patronize, Hate being a downer, but at the same time, am I the only one fucking here dissatisfied...?!