I'm fleein from my past like I was down-south... How greener is the grass when you are down-south? I'm leanin' off my ass like I was down-south See around Westt-town we smoke the best-pound 'till we ground-out Been building up some stress, let's get it off my chest Seems to be the season, my reason to be fresh I'm stuck up in a dreamland started up a mess That's why I've never been upset about runnin' thru a check The scratcha' the wrecka', the badge or protecta' We gon' stomp our feet 'till we reach east Mecca Gone off the drugs but I feel no lesser Cause the syrup keeps me warm when I feel no pleasure we true-ly just is-not a new-age of dist-rought but the same-pain of list-loss in a cool-wave of hip-hop ... ... I'm fleein' from my past like I was down-south... How greener is the grass when you are down-south? I'm leanin' off my ass like I was down-south, See around Westt-town we smoke the best-pound 'till we ground-out... I live it --- (Forever livin')Watch me really drop it in on a beat. I kill it, (I'll kill ya mofucka) & ain't stoppin' till your ad-libs decease. You're finished, (Man I swear that's it) May as well just ad-mit defeat. Your lyrics, (Man your lyrics so shit) Make it seem like ad-vil is sweet. Given headaches , with your dead ink, Every song I go and change up the setting, Hidden message, in the wreckage, Come along with me, we can do some damage. Giving presents, of my presence , they calling me the gift of the streets. I'm pen pressin', Past tensin', this the kinda shit that makes me unique.

(Got Dope Whisper) I spit that crack shit, but never crack like I got chap stick, All you spit is whack your shit won't ever crack like plastic, Drastic , with or with out the strap attack shit, Catch you in the cut you probably file for harassment... Bastard, the people stating you soft, My people got the weight and you just waiting to cop. I don't care if youre some sorta secret agent or cop, Got no problem shipping weight up in'a bacon box. And with this case in chalk , I'm placed in Satan's socks, To put a runner on the base while I'm facing blocks, 2 strikes deep and not debating a loss, Cause there ain't no money makin', fakin' lucritive thots, uh, Condusive this plot, to secure me a spot, Simply can't reduce all the produce I got. I like to play on Logic, Reason, Pro-tunes a lot, Cause this Incredible True Story gives me tokens to slot. I'm hoping theres a lock, on this door cause if not, Anyone without the keys can come in with no knock, And I'd have waited and I have been praying like-a hawk, To have my patience have been wasted like with writing block. My writing knocks, just like a lightning shock, I still control your life tho despite being cocked, You're a loser to the life-force & while you rot, It's no-bodies on my record like it's right, it's not. This spot-light is hot, so if you got it get on, Now that's the shit I learned from my version of home, We just spit the dope simply provokin' the crown, Best to practice what you preach or be prepared to atone, lets'-go! [I GOT DOPE] Get that dope & It's Gone. I live a life at night that's right I'm nocturnal, Take it from my sights and writes in my journal, Always think twice, the price is ma-ternal, Listen my advice is nice it might learn ya... Or burn ya, with the end of the torch, If you gave me a reason dawg and I keep all sorts. Regardless if you new here or if you been with the force, We find out there's a snake n' and take it out at the source. The charter we respect not your retarded percept, Didn't grow up with the jewels, just a ton of regrets. That's why we act a fool, to keep them COMING THE CHECKS? Came packin' the tool and put the GUN TO HIS NECK? His son'll be next, until he open the chest , And then I'll burn up a bag and just forget all the stress. Revert with a rag, I take dessert on the side, My shirt still got the tag, and I'm converting the rest. This curse it is blessed to close the curtain on your best, Bring the independance to your version of a nest, You lookin' for snow we got the Burton & the Neff, That just got into town off a turbulance jet. See why? {Why?} Cause I got dope. Being dealt from the hand that the man prevoked. Open my stance to take a glance below, And show the evidence through your sandy scope. Yo, [I Got Dope]

See even in my dreams I was goin' hard, In a Tesla catch me beamin' down the blvd, But first things first need that cake & a Raw, So I wake up & I shape up in my Polo draws. Before I hit the shower, gotta throw the chain on, The sunshine through my window let me know that all the rain's gone, Find me up on twitter re-mind that my game strong, Cause this glimmer on my neck remindin' me that all the pain gone, I hear this cheese sayin' "let's take a me day" , Always gotta listen to what the OG say... Showered and brushed, Need like a gallon of kush, So I guess I'ma have to break a pre-weigh. This race is a relay, my rap is the outlet, Comin' Out The Projects but we still ain't out yet... More gas than Auschwitz, but you ain't bout it, You can tell I'm the boss just by the label on my outfit... So part two, All these threads to sort through, Polo on my socks to match my horse shoes, Shirt by versace, Got the pockets to cop cheese, So I can't leave the house unless a quart true. And that's so truth, I got a short fuse, So i hit the shack to cop a pack to cut loose, Got a bottle of act right, full throttle to sat-light, So I spark a jay and hit it till it's obtuse. & it's fun to, when you're the one who, Always turnin' heads when you come through, They sample my biz , Try jackin' the kid, But I'm Back To The Crib to hit the drum booth... "Excuse me, step out the booth please, I need to see that ID in a two-piece..." I'm like dude geez, you soundin' goofy! How the fuck you even think you tryna do me? I mean usua-ly, I'd go Bruce Lee, I mean I aim at piggie pictures when I shoot skeet... But he must've been mad-from my clever reaction, Cause backup came in 3's down a foot street. Fuckin' with my high, i get no peace, Just another day of duckin' from the police, Cause for these show seats, I see his hoes knees, Guess he'll have to find out hard about that cold beef... So hopefully, they let me roll free, Cause the work's already stashed up in that dope freeze, But they grabbin' my cash, I take a flash of the madness, Cause at the crib Gr!ppy's got just what you gon' need... Whatchu' need? So I'm- Finished up my business, time to hit the function, See how many bitches need a one night husband, Shinin without sunlight feel me buzzin', Grind to get my funds-right free-ly stuntin' .. This Ganj-a-smooth, at this rendezvous, These ladies don't want you and your one-eye-view, Yo I remember these dudes, that's the one I knew, When I was in the cage pushing shut-eye through... Well look who it is, the bluest of the pigs, Come to get revenge on the hooligan kid, They abusing a bid, the truth is a fib, I knew I shoulda stayed snoozin' back at the crib... Moral of the track, dont fuck with 5-0, One hand got a stack the other got the bible, Don't be afraid to pass if it means survi-val, Cause back-at-the crib just the facts are liable...

Slowly roasting em, proudly boasting the west coast, As I'm burning through your city turnt and ready to see ghosts. I'm ready to envoke, aim steady when I toke, I might just leave you cooked up like spaghetti garlic toast. Seemed to got you all choked with the shit that I wrote, But get up in my business, I might get up in your throat. You wonder who with us, and which one of us tote, Solve that mystery, you're history and we back doing the most. So ease up there Scooby, just handle your biz, Or see the news of a shooting of some meddling kids, When #2 hit the fan we put the metal to lids, To give you some perspective on what settling is. In this talentless biz, oh what a scandal it is, Don't push me I'm still tryn to keep this animal in... No matter the whims, no matter the sins, Just keep adding up wins, and pray they scatter the wind! Yo hold up hold up, I don't think they're even ready for this shit man... You know what, fuck it... K/utch, let's let 'em know! You scared pussy run and get you some help. These bars are pretty fly right? I wrote em myself. My aim for the skylight's a problem of self, So why would I share the lime light with anyone else? Except the homies, all I see is phonies, Learned the hussle made my first rack by my lonely, Grab an oven mit when I spit cause I'm smoking, You might call it beef to me this meat is bologna. Quit acting like you know me - Cause you just tried this same shit on the last dude befo' me, ... So if you ain't tryna blow me, Best to get a Grip and take your position below me... Going out for the Pecos, that's just how each day goes, I be in the starrrrs, like everyday is May4th. On the blvd with some weight out the jar, Couple pretty barrrrs and all the shit they payed for. And I'm about to make more... Put in twice the work so I can double up my bank roll. Smell me starting to stank more... Cause I commit to turning up & burn it up in a dank roll. And I remain thankful, Cause everything I've got is a blessing it's a handful. But I fly off the handle, there's nothing that you can do, Just hope you had the smarts to play the right angle. If you believe angels... Pray down on your ankles , still none of that will save you, He won't have to betray you, like Kane did to Able, Cause if god wanted you dead he can call on the angel Gabriel. Just a fable? Or allegoric metaphysical, In this bible verse writing cursive and it's literal, Is a curse an avid gift when the all the rips are internal? Devine presence is a present only with a vehicle. So I'll turn you ho-ly, cause I came with the truth, If you got some shit to show me I'm waiting for proof. & If you are such a brute like you claim in the booth, better shoot this young dude, i'm going out for the loot.

Let me see those hands like fortune telling... Let me see those hands cause I'm forced to stealing... Get 'Em Up. Waited my whole life - and that's patience, And now you know I'm soon to blow like gas stations. Probably high every day & I'll die from that statement, It's all part of my ritual like the black masons. For that I am gracious, you might see the pattern, We might let it dump, but we still mind our manners... Always get it bumpin', smashed up like a pumpkin, You lil fuckers still aint jack even with a jack-o-lantern, oh! Thru earth wind and fire, the first is desired, by insomniated blocks with the curse to be wired, W-We will rip you down to the first of your fibres, & I promise that my mama dint give birth to a liar, eh. Put the fire on his ass and he burst like a walnut, Just a young writer with the curse to be all it, You aint here to learn just concerned bout my wallet, Preaching to the choir if you looking for involvement! Problem?[Solve It]. Flawless? [Solid]. Laid it all down so of course I'm goin all in. How could I choke when my force is evolvin', Stand in my way and test Grip like a vulkin. Simply put, that's just a battle you will lose, Either hook you up with a rattle or a noose, Now I got your girlfriend battling the blues- Shit it serves her right for having settled in with you... Lesson in the proof, moral in the flesh, Obsession with tha loot got me quarreling with death, This bird is a hoot, man I hope he packed the pencil ... Cause I ain't afraid to shoot when I'm holdin' on the led. Got a grip on my mind-state holdin on the ledge, Dilation high-way rolling off the edge, Why lower the crime rate, higher it instead, Lock us on some petty time but keep our files in the feds. Fire in my Bed i been writing in my sleep, I know it might sound Lame but I'm livin' lucid dreams. I'ma charge Ahead to the pinnacle or peak, Cause you all sounding the Same but I'm something so unique, yea - - We bout it, & we do what it takes to keep it 1-000. I don't want your 2 cents keep your allowance... But when you get mine, it's more an endowment. Maybe I'm just prowling on your main bitch, But the next day at the ball game, it's the same shit. So go ahead and draw mayn you can't make art like this, Cause if you gun me for some balmains they'll still be on my hips, hah! You showed me evidence that your shawty want my dick, Cause you heard I'm on the way you been tryna b-line since. Your questions get ignored you thinking that she' bored, Tryna get her out the door before her chance to realize it. Just hold up a tic , maybe we chat for a minute, Cause my name's been up in your mouth more than your dentist's. Interfere my business and I'll make you livid, Take your girl for a Guinness just to make you regret it... Just take it as lesson, let me be your teacher, With k/utch as the Reverend I can be the preacher, My plug on the west end hit me on my beeper, Let me know that the next 10's gone get it cheaper. Let me break it down let me show a little biz, Chances are that someone's caught at the border with some shit. All the layover clients they come pouring from the bridge, So we had to break it down into quarters and to nicks. That's the way it goes first it's slower than it's quick, Gotta watch for hoes that are moanin' for the Grip, Best not take her home if you're roamin' with the bitch, Once you even show 'er then your sho' to be a lick. Birds by the murda, herb by the block, Waiting on a word movin' birds round the clock, Many young dudes hit the curb with some rock, But I'd rather call the herd and have the birds come to flock. Once I had the business transition to big homie, Cause I know how it feels to grow up all a-lonely... Commissioned all my brodies on a mission like I'm tony, Now I'm just in the position of the witches in ceremony...

No one knew how he'd turn out, but i turn up on daily, Been looking for a tourniquet to turn the tables maybe, I turned out alright, cause I turned down the pipe, In the face of Satan wonder whats been burnin him lately... Incendiary, some call me a visionary, Heat on to the max until we end up buried. Inspire a riot from 8 mile to the Seminaries Start a bonfire and raise up out the cemetery. Heat on blast through your deceitful cast, Beneath your feet becomes a sheet of glass. We won't sleep until we see your ass, Admit defeat and just breath your last. You might be a clown but we-won't-laugh, Speed fast in the slow lane, we wont pass, Cause we in our own lane, eons past, The green should make you go mane, and we gone fast... Cause I'm reaching the point i don't get high any more So we start a bonfire and we light up a forth This was a gift of Christ he picked the proper package of gold, & I received a light like a pack of matches is on, It said: burn up your turn-ups, It's time to turn up, Drop off your x-bitch this does not con-cern her... If it's not money then we talking murd-a, Pack up your suitcase and load up the burn-a, and: Shoulda checked my game, you got what you earned ya... One thing that's funny you listen you learn ya... If you don't want the flame, then stop actin' burnt up, They know you're missing and wish we'd return ya... If you don't know my name, we can make it happen right? You can't get me charged if I'm technically a satellite... Won't get me behind bars don't need to read me my Miranda rights, I don't feed on other beings just some weed for my appetite... Ganj-a, Dante, Fire as an entree. Spittin fireballs and it tastes excellante. Aimed skyward alone cause this fire's kinda daunting , For me it's required, my man I'm wired to my blood type. But I'm frustrated, [why?] Cause I'm not getting love lately, You can't get the funds if you concentrate on fun mainly. You can't get the pay unless you play with the gun maybe... So just get up off my back because I swear you weigh a ton Hades! I could live forever yeah forever in my dreams, or I could live to chase it and whatever it may bring, My old life had to face that it was getting in between, It was just too basic in the wake of bigger better things... I'm reaching the point I don't get high any more, So we start a bonfire and we light up a forth. And if this wise guy has decided to show, Let him try to lie in the eye of the storm, I'm bout to : / bout to / bout to fire on yo bitch ass! Cause I more than just disguise in my writing at home, Blind when confined to indightable chrome, Always heaving rhymes that leave you scratching your dome, I received a light like a pack of matches was on, it told me: Burn up your turn-ups, It's time to turn up, Drop off your x-bitch this does not con-cern her... If it's not money then we talking murd-a, Pack up your suitcase and load up the burn-a. & Fire!

Damn Tay... This shit here feels good right here man... Let's go in: My time is soon, I can see it with my eyes closed, Do it in the booth so I leave you on a high note, Bible or the rifle, the proof was ice-cold, Believe me when I say this rag can be a blindfold. Survival of the fittest and as god as my witness, I'ma stick this shit though until after the finish, Until your whole career is washed up and diminished, & you're exposed for the fraudulence that you committed. All this anger and angst, Turns to bangers and bass, To get the stress off my chest like I'm hanging in space, Blowin the dank, instead of blowing the bank, Cause the #1 rank is where I found my place. Motherfuckas on me with the he said she said, Bet they bettin' on me stress the homie for some cheese bread, You ain't getting shit, you need to learn some re-spect, Best to just leave before I Be another Re-gret. I wanna see jets, and have a recess, I hope you all agree that we be next, There's no regress for this key-step, And if you ain't fuckin with it then buzz on back to the bee's nest... Cause this shit is real, and my fans are au-thentic, Some buyin' your bull shit but to me it's all rented Really think you pull shit , not worth a small penny, I take that pur-pull shit over y'all remy. People tryna tell me I'm a kite too much, My ass is just too raw like i wiped too much, These candy rappers lookin' for a bite to munch, You're better off to pirate writin' off of CT Crunch, hah! - Puttin' on for the GVA, In my own NBA so you see me play, Chips like Frito Lay so I can freely say: Grippy always the man who got the produce... I got my produce, and the pro tunes, That's all I really need as a go-to, Going Goku, when I roll thru, Me & Tay808 make it go boom. k/utch & snow goons it's coming so soon, Project # 2 from a store view, Move a little work out the dorm room, Now I got the whole campus in this storm too... cause: I po-up like so much I'm so-up again, I go-up then throw-up, then po-up again, Rolled up these do-nuts po-syrup again, U-S-D, C-A-D, take Europe and Yen. Off the produce, and that slow juice, My shit is heat, somehow getting no views... That's the cold truth, a soul so bruised, But it brings on outta me a more bold view... Still, Netflix and chill? I know you wanna do it cause I'm reckless for real. Life is good, no longer stressing the bills, Count the checks and get the best of this necklace on film. Burnin' cannabis, I'm the man at this, I'ma wreck the live set like it's abstinent... I bet I just upset all your management... Cause I won't be tampered-with like an-alchemist. [Listen:] You ain't my chemo-sabi, just smoking cheeba probably, Taking off to space dabbing in abu-dabi, Come and try to rob me, I'll provide and mop clean, Turn the grounds of pot leafs to pounds of hashish. That tooka loud piece, I need some sound please, Someone pick the hooka coal up off the ground please! They push the crowd thing in crooks county, But that shit really nothing but some ground beef. & now you just askin' "where they found me?" Didn't look when I was in the hooks drowning... It's astounding, how I'm pound free, & I'm just really feelin' like they ought'a crown me... Gold. I got my produce, and the pro tunes, That's all I really need as a go-to, Going Goku, when I roll thru, Me & Tay808 make it go boom. k/utch & snow goons it's coming so soon, Project # 2 from a store view, Move a little work out the dorm room, Now I got the whole campus in this storm too... I po-up like so much I'm so-up again, I go-up then throw-up, then po-up again, Rolled up these do-nuts po-syrup again, U-S-D, C-A-D, take Europe and Yen. I got my produce, and the pro tunes, That's all I really need as a go-to, Going Goku, when I roll thru, Me & Tay808 make it go boom hah.

Coming fresh off the antihistamine, To shed on the unsolved mystery, Where corporate greed revolves misery, & any feed received goes to the infantry... The trinity is used as the fuel for collection, & abused as a tool or collateral weapon, Typa dudes shake your hand smiling god's reflection, Then pocket's from the pan when it's passed down the section. You might not relate but your mind must be blown- We scrape off our plates and there's fights over crumbs- Lies in our face I just cannot condone- You just can't negate any place that I've gone, aayyyy: Yahh, you just can't negate any place that I've gone! For now I smoke it up like a ras-ta, & Rock Italian sauce like pas-ta, Wrote some wrongs then got up, When you knocked us down we got up! Shut up and smoke it let's light up this kill, Whether you need it or do it for thrills, Roll up the seedless n' chop down a filt, Keep ganja rolling like automobiles! ~The Love Of Africa ~ Take it back to the time of Olduvai, When it was all just fine between you and I, Let's all be kind please do comply, So we can take the poison from the food supply. Fill our cups, raise to the sky, Unveil the truth, at the roots of lies, Let the mind reveal, a fool's disguise, Who will prevail, you will decide, Provider and preacher, the voice of a speaker. Good or the evil, the choice of the people- The eagle's deceitful and so out of reach, Really shows me a piece of what's wrong with these weasels. Needless to say I'm a little worked up, So I'm twisting PK to match the purp cup, I smoke every day it make the hurt stop , She gives me the change to make the world stop... So I can slow it down real proper, My green in jars like os-car, This exclusive SH ros-ter, Has just let out the mon-ster, I'm Rastafarian, In my safari and, My dawgs are all eatin', Or else nor am I feedin'... Let's kick it off simplistic, Nothing too explicit, Just roll that jay and pass my way, My people let's get lifted! AAYYY , & lets get liftED! For now I smoke it up like a ras-ta, & Rock Italian sauce like pas-ta, Wrote some wrongs then got up, When you knocked us down we got up! Shut up and smoke it let's light up this kill, Whether you need it or do it for thrills, Roll up the seedless n' chop down a filt, Keep ganja rolling like automobiles, ~The love of Africa~ But- Just to make this clear kissing nobody's ass here, Appease this barri-er & it screams disaster, And if I'm seen, that means there's glass there, I'd love to break and smash just leave the past there... But the truth is, I could never relate, Cause I was born with the skin of a benefit race, And Im torn between sin and benevolent fate, - Just take a look at all the evidence mate... : White rappers fake and tryna do a take over, Trying to take the place of the place you was shaped over, Now I'm the key debate in the case of the race war, But I know my place and send the grace to my placeholder! Heading straight to the top, i got it on lay-over... The man needs to stop, sendin' these AK's over... This pin that I bought, is to silence the fake-hovers... But when this shit drops, it sounds like a take-over... You make up like broads, you make up your lyrics. You hitting the bar, I take off and clear it. I'm leaving the throne, you cannot come near it. So leave it alone, and work on your steering. I'm aimed to the top I'm aimed at the guap, but I'm different from you because selfish I'm not. I always am thankful for presents I got, Cause where I grew up there was never a lot...

See this the kinda beat that just carries the flow, & this the kinda chick that always tryna blow, She always feelin' low, always tryna elope, Cause she just needs some dick that always brings out the blow cause... She be hittin' the slopes cause... She's on the ropes cuz... She don't get no love... She just gets bones crushed, She want that dope love - so she turn her nose up, Rudolph leaves her mark whenever she shows up, Hell of a time on Christmas tho, never was this difficult, To think she was once yellin' "Please don't touch!" The rush of the glammer, portrayal of fame, I guess glory is the player if betrayal's the game... Destruction of loyalty and bonds that were made, On a trip to reach the garden on this holy crusade... But life changes man... & that's just the worst part too, there isn't much we can do about it , you know? Just do you... With her friends in wind, at least momma still present, Daddy ain't around but when he's home it's never pleasant, She lookin' to cope, debated cookin' the dope, In her dreams she's awakened as more than a peasant. A queen by status, crowned by the madness, What you old suckas might announce as a bad bitch, If you count all the rations, and the GMO packaging, You awake to her demons who've been crowding the masses. It was ever so tragic that this incident happened, Guess that's just the magic of pullin the cannon... This story is truth, she ran into some brutes, Who past-an-extend how fasta-story-can-end like ... *Dial Tone* { It's a hard empty life when you're sick of the taste, And every god damn night you relive your mistakes... Can't shake the feeling , Try to face all your demons, You either crash and burn or you break out to freedom... } Crazy you might think this shit is one of a kind, Some people are just savage for the fun of the mind, It's wild how it can change from the fun of a line, To pickin' up the gun and now somebody's dying.. Either somebody's lyin' , or it stays unaddressed - This the type of white girl you best not take off her dress, A little bit means more, it's rule #4, Store your own supply or you'll have no success! Smoke to the chest , And on an exhaled breath, Almost woulda bailed without a rail to catch... Fails to care, so bitter and bare, And the demons who don't bleed are proceeding as such... The meaning is rough, but when the feeling is tough, She look to a mechanism that's easy to touch, Ran through all her cheese for the ease of the rush, Barely even breathing hardly eaten in months... Soul wrapped up, since her man packed up, Just watched from the window as he backed up, Rumble with eviction over crumbled addictions, Led by the track of scratches that she left hacked up. She need some attention, or at least intervention... She's headed down the path that the preacher had mentioned... Sick of being ignored, So she twist up a cord, Cause the devil's left hand is always ever so tempting. Now she left hanging, on the place where she landed, Hard to articulate when you aren't understanded... Finally awake, finally made her escape, While all that remains forever waiting and stranded...

Don't be so repetitive... hey No one wants a negative, We can do collateral, but we can't do the negligence... Aiming for these presidents, hey But in support of Kennedy... The Hip-Hop that we know is dead, But Gr!ppy got the remedy... I'm from the city where a skinny boy can dress up, Where no can fight without some heat under the dresser, No money can't thrive so when I wake I lace my checks up, The one's who phony die off so you are about to see the best up. No time to rest up, doc say i cant keep all this stress up, My family gon' eat so believe I'll run this check up, There's no love to be found and honestly that's just messed up, But it's by any means achieve my dreams of a tes-la... So don't test-us, for our green like as-bes-tos, Rotten from the core, these scars I bore from no break-fast, Acting out of accord cause the lord must have blessed us, Cause the gift we all neg-lect is not per-fect but so precious- Gone... Cause when the stakes are high, we not too baked to ride... I gave the game a taste before I'm placed inside... Sometimes it's hard to take all the weight inside, & that's why we play no games in this game of life. I prayed to get you spayed with this shaving knife, I wonder would it have felt better to have saved a life? In the fading light misplaced my case to fight, But if my writes are good will I disgrace the night? Chasing my plight somehow evading your sights, I'm rolling the weed and I bet the casing is tight, Your favorite rapper's a flake & so replace 'em I might, Cause off the lean we play no games, at least just label me right... - It's Gold. Don't be so repetitive... hey No one wants a negative, We can do collateral, but We can't do the negligence... Aiming for these presidents, hey But in supports of Kennedy... The Hip-Hop that we know is dead, But Gr!ppy got the remedy...

What would YOU do, with your back against the wall, With a whack of y'all who'd pay a stack to see him fall, Would you ball up? Or move the packs of crack from your jacket? You called facts, why you waiting on the racket to jack it? I am all out, showing my hand just to get it branded, This is a higher plan I just pray that it's understanded, I can see ghosts - but I dont just start to panic, Cause they give me their hope, while I float to another planet... Dammit, I just been preaching too much! The snakes are in the grass and they've been reaching to munch! I'm coming with this heat you've heard me screaming for months! And now I'm back stuck in the latter with a just dream and a hunch... I swear to god, I could do this on any beat, Bear with my flaws I bet you'll feel my energy, Expand to your fans, maybe you'll fill some empty seats, Now I'm the man in demand no wonder you just envy me. I stay infront the screen, provoking my promotion, Take my lean with the smoke, west coast in slo-motion, I take aim at the GOATS for their slot I'm so-hoping, I'm just prayin' that I don't choke when I get caught in the commotion... ... Gold. Call me ET, I'm just another lost soul, Searching for a place I can really call home... Never E-Z when your brothers all scold, Behold a cold shoulder wherever that I may roam... See, hate in the home makes for an irate soul, So I just stare at my eyes and watch them dilate slow. When I drift away I just watch the highlight show, And once I'm up again maybe i'll just hydrate more... & if my vibrates on , today I guess i'm going silent, And be a shining epitome of self reliance. I swear I'll stay solid, stand tall like the iron giant, I'll take my cape and fly through space just to change my environment. But it's just when you think you're safe, that's when they gon' getcha', When provided reality through a plainly painted picture. You lookin' for a hand out, see that's where we differ, Because I have learned beyond simple, I've earned my right to dismissal. So put the lead down, I'm announcing class is over, And finally rest your head now & end this massive sober. The real devil dodges drafts after drafting soldiers, and makes a real clever bank roll exposing crafty brokers.. Why do you think we blam toasters? To get our ham roasted? We just need the bread and we know heat demands focus, In a cold street she's the only guarantee they can't smoke you, Open up my phone to get exposed to what the man posted, damn... - Whats important in life, is a mystery, Cold days and long nights make my history... Once we can find the truth then we will truly find victory, It's project #2 and still produced independently. This from the inner me, coming on out of me, I have found the sinners syndicate that replicates my company. Pre heat the oven be-cause we need it no doubtfully, So I'm starting to bake I'm taking off from my balcony. Talking alchemy, I mean i got it in my cup, I mean I got the juice and it's mixed up with the purple stuff... Came from my shell and gone through hell just like a turtle does, While all of y'all flock to the bread just like the turtle doves man...