(Kid Brash) Shakey bones jones Killing mad prospects with microphones Main lobster With Potato vodka pasta And I'm nice Like basmati rice Sippin' berry weiss on ice And we never taxing the price Mad joints cold brews and a few quaaludes Give us soul way underneath our Jew hairdo's Weed zig zagged increíble We always rolling up some top shelf cheebay (John Proctor) I don't like to admit it, it's strange but it seems the uses of the brain are in vain. All you do is smoke and drink, MTV makes you think harder than you have in weeks, your stupid ass should speak. Loud like words you can't pronounce thought if I bought an ounce I'd make some brownies, heart bouncy and pass em out at high school in the cafeteria, can't meet criteria cuz they thought that I wasn't hearing them (Illicit D) Yeah.. Black Problems all up in ya face! Flagrant foul atop the mountain, make a sucka fade away! Shoot the jay like Allen, Ray. We hittin' swisher's all day! Pass it 'round like a play! Yeah.. we gettin' NBA offers.. (Tornup) You had to play a role when they recorded you I'm Flash Gordon Liu through and through Brash in and out the booth The meal is cordon bleu Expand a few Maya Angelou Offhand a grand slam or two of Bandstand camera crews Ben Wallace Shotcall this shit Rumian mystic Style never rotted on a shelf like bisquick Tenseness intrinsic To kill the beat, I keep the thoughts forensic And who's the man now? Let 'em stand and bow As the cannon sound Drowned the whole town We gotta man down Curtain open Pistol smoke in the flood lights Blood running off the stage Onto the conductor page Blowing off a sucker sage Fuck the system Fuck the rage Working toward a working wage Aging like a labrador Chasing after matadoring taxmen Early morning Just the facts when you meet me and the axemen

(john Proctor) It can't be time for me to find out that my eventually will crap out but when that day comes I'll be prepared neck hairs stand up sturdy I'm feeling scared but I understand Yeah I understand it's inevitable but when that day comes please unplug I'm not to be a vegetable you gotta revel in the devil's pleasures cuz if you don't enjoy yourself now what's next the heavens? I think not if god was around he would've reflooded the basement when they shot Pac' life now has a laugh track and jackasses to laugh at all around me TV characters and twisted fad raps. (Tornup) Take fat stacks of Wale's gouda Abstracted Hallelujah R.I.P.Jesus We hardly knew ya Who's is what? Glued to such and such's stuff The thrill of will Talk slow "God, he flow so braggadocio!" I stack empirically how gangster rappers lynch men Lyrically Spirit be where your eyes can see Light it to ignite, G Just in case the church be on some piracy Ridiculous as Levitcus Solicitous wickedness I move through osmosis to comatose syntheses Limitless infamy I spit that Motorhead, Lemme Killed By Death You spit like All My Children crying over daytime Emmys Olmec Temple steps Get busy with this knowledge, son Indigenous win prestigious Mark Summer Sanders college fund? Cash divided wrong Kill a Viacom network's net worth If wet works, assurance the tech murks An expert in exploit Medicinal fretwork The next joint you listen to, I'll teach you to jet Earth Debt births cadets Gazettes duettin with set jerks The young turk wantonin a Don Juan Wannabe Gangnam Return of the Gong Swan song Havoc Emphatic tongue Lickin grads stung (Kid Brash) I Wish I had the funds to fund my fun habits Like Never ending skins filled with Mother Earth at every meal, I'm fuckin with seaweed wrapped snapper Brain all astral, In other worlds, In other words Gas rules everything around me It sucks when you're flat broke Ingest drugs proudly I'm grubbing on some coma toast and columbian roast In the devil we trust, we take souls People say I spit well But I never talk about nothing Well. The song remains the same like, Fuck the fame And fuck the reviews Fuck living in shame I spit brain matter Like dexter with the blood splatter scatter...

(john Proctor) I'm filling phillies with this shit i got in the back of a subway the other day he called the shit "Willie Skag" in a bag sold me some schwag so i never called him back typing in wingdings cuz im too high to read or write is it cliche to say I'm taking flight? maybe your right and then I fell into a Helen Keller state mentally feeling hella great thats strike 3 so the devil escort me down to hip-hop hell where I met Bizzare from d-12 that's when I fell heard the sound of bells and realized I wasn't in hell at all it was there, I learned to be a man without a shell when i woke from my slumber/trip i realized that man slipped me a mick he laced the marijuana that's uncool brutha the fuck was on your mind at the time? I learned a great deal though when it comes to getting high yo i never make buys from sly guys. (Chorus) Our sabbath is black a rabid asthma attack And when we catch too much shit we bounce back Light a snapper wear my shades at night And we taking a fight or flight approach to life Our cypher is sick, and never plastic Inhaling thai stick until we die Light a snapper wear my shades at night And we taking a fight or flight approach to life (Kid Brash) It's the mister, twisted on elixir Not liquor, that killer joe dro Young face of the old style Green mile, Weed piles Spinning Exile While your wife is securely stuck to my penile I go harder than a preacher In a kid Bout to let the lid off this shit, Smoked ribs Yeah, I got some head from Gwen Like in seven, the movie about the deadly sins, sent from heaven Walkin round spacey like Kevin You know, Keyser Söze With the eyes so low I need a pay day And a tropical vaca So when I return I can roll solo Give thanks to Sun Ra and the sun gods Thick smoke clouds from the bedroom Cerebellum, Serum Look We're takin' flight again With chewable vitamins Man I'm talkin too much So Lemme light this blunt again (Chorus) Our sabbath is black a rabid asthma attack And when we catch too much shit we bounce back Light a snapper wear my shades at night And we taking a fight or flight approach to life Our cypher is sick,and never plastic Inhaling thai stick until we die Light a snapper wear my shades at night And we taking a fight or flight approach to life

(Kid Brash) Ceiling fan chop Alley cat doo whop a doo Baked mr. magoo On the oolong brew Not born on the bayou In North Dallas with the Hebrews Or zonked at the zoo Look Twisting organic With a sexy Hispanic busy bees in a panic Hit trees for hell of it You'll find me sipping fire water With ya easy daughter She mad me watch Harry potter While she played with my dick I'm in a club with bandits And misfits And real shit heads That known to hit licks And slap asses Like Syd Barrett on acid Walking thru the wilderness No shoes, bare ass'd Brain blasted Damn And whoopty doo I'm in hooptie blue Headed to a movie dude Doobie in the parking lot That's what we do I'm Kid brash With a mic my hand Expanding, never landing Cuz I'm stuck in my head Yes Feet in the sand That's the life that I crave Atlanta brave Hank Aaron Till a cradle a grave (John Proctor) I figure if I'm lit when I die I'll stay high my mind is moving on to a higher calling because when one questions himself and wonders why take the cosmic hike and unwrap the mind's eye What happens after contact, a hypochondriac and I self medicate by smoking bones and sipping conj ac until I took a crack at that ass and get rejected cuz she say that I'm too much like a brethren or a best friend or whatever I have to keep moving gotta survive I'm high mind you so I could never take the stand overdue library books is how I get back at the man I'm trying to get this through your head getting high is what I'd rather do instead. homicide a few brews just had to die abusing rules is part of my design a crew that few despise just a group of guys with whom I choose to ride besides nevermind... (Tornup) That's right... Don't ever come to The Hip Pocket talkin that shit, ya dig? The mind's eye like, "Bonsai!" He's serious now I'm delirious now Spittin fresh up in the threshold Spirit contain partly what your flesh hold Blinded in Hold 'Em Mind in control when Finding the gold and such I bat like Hamilton You bat like Spilotro I rock pro You jock a stock flow You're whole flock slow Pigeonous Goodfeathers Belligerent hood brethren Jaguar cancels sky You're less fly Footed weatherin (Illicit D) Big bong rips make ya lungs say 'OUCH!' (ouch!) Ganja gun blast, knock ya back on the couch (couch!) No coughs nigga, suppress like codeine Burn the THC, free your mind of all the fuckery Listen to me. Around my waist is where ya bitches wish to be. To say the least I'm flyer than the average G My team is loyal like a Labrador Retrieve' Ya barkin up the wrong tree Plenty bitches waggin' tail, plenty bitches get the meat she said she never had an 'O', she bouta get a treat enough bumpin, let's get back to the grind i spend a lot of money, so i gotta' put in time. Losin' sleep aint new to me, i'd rather loose a couple Z's than miss out on a couple hunned G's

(Kid Brash) I smoke wax for the hell of it Remain livin hella bent Give a listen to the resonance Eyes heavy, green heroin Catch me cuttin off air vents inside my residence ascend into the atmosphere Like slug and ant Fly as fuck (John Proctor) Yo I don't talk about it much but I keep a couple drinks in me as a crutch my mental schedule's fucked woke up at 7pm to have brunch the monotony has got me, plotting to be a stocky hateful mothafucka and all you dudes do is jimmie rustle (Kid Brash) Artistically, I'm like a young Chris Walken Joggin out of the liquor store Slobberin from the arsenic And groovy from the capsules In my system never bashful Handle my business in Glasgow I Got some cash and a passport (JP) THC and tea in me a creepy dude playing D&D other than that they're feeing me for being me change the channel on the telavie I can't stand this shit advertisements everywhere I sit (Kid Brash) Playin NES With heavy shit on my chest Never known to rest Insomnia gets the best of me Follow the recipe Step 1 Put lean in a cup Sip and repeat Step 2 Invite a lady friend over for intimacy Or beat your meat Step 3 blow trees till you dose off to sleep Concrete (JP) The pipe is so empty B'Swax the masta traxta I be going harder than a rapper/actor man that's Ludacris, Xhibit A, Andre 3000 man shit ain't a diss without him I wouldn't be doing this. (Kid Brash) Smoke earth and then I'm heavenly You might think it's unsettling Let it be What the fuck you think I ketamine I'm splittin spleens cat It's fun to do hoot rat Stuff with my friends Like see what schools I can attend Or go on a juice cleanse (Tornup) So long to rappin 'bout Jimmys Timmy's fuckin' raw when he Shimmy Shimmy Ya Gimme gimme His t-shirt read, "You Only Live Once" And he met the H-I-Villain As he lived for his wants to flaunt Struggling to clean his dick, He tried to boil it Ran the lie around Told his girl he caught it from a toilet But I foiled it from a soapbox Amidst wannabe John Wayne cops and coke rocks In front of the dope spot With a smoke-white banner that read "SOYLENT GREEN IS GOVERNMENT CHEESE JESUS 2012: VOTE ON YOUR KNEES" Campaign slogan: "Did it for y'all!" And the cop who killed that kid said, "I did it for y'all!" And the rapist in a soldier mask He does it for y'all While we're chillin at the crib Don't wanna be that involved Junior High Where was I? Tried to chill at the mall Security was lurking me Was I too black or too tall? I'm still too write to say I'm too black for y'all So I left that shit at home and camped alone Now I'm grown And I let it be known The snake moans in paradise Cloning those prone to wear cologne And roll a pair of dice In his image I watch percentages scrimmage From the ninth cloud Exiled in contemplation Roam the streets in night shroud Battle for divinity My freedom begins As I fight hard in captivity Original sin And I still rock the hoodie that the pigs harass me in And I still rock the hoodie that the pigs harass me in And I still rock the hoodie that the pigs harass me in The church is promising me food if I attend mass again And that's a Black Problem

(john Proctor) Feels like a sunday afternoon, woke up at 2 call from my brother sayin' whatcha doing I said I'll call you later, sat up and watched bigger, richer men throw the ball around amusing it was weird, this is precisely what I feared that after all these years I'd become a consumer Man FUCK THIS SHIT I'll go outside a bit Dex needs a walk anyway I roll an itty bitty J I earned it, waking up while the suns burning? my goals may be low but my plan isn't just to get old and be a push over for some dude in a suit eating excrement of the man above you to get a better pay at the end of the day what's the point this time I roll a big 'ol joint and call my friends over to roast it and waste our brains away watching the tube is getting in the way of building up capacity in the mental, instrumental from the dental lying through my teeth and talking shit when I speak. (Kid Brash) Dude, Big Lebowski's on Charles Bukowski On a Sunday afternoon Catch me on my couch lounging All I gotta do is feed my dog bake the sleep away Roaches in the doobie ashtray Who's to blame I do this to relax you follow me To get away from all those people who can't swallow me Tolerate my nature to say fuck the rat race In my head space Papers stashed in the bookcase Tooth paste taste great with Apple juice and a 8th Or a glass of citrus Like, who can relate I got as many years in it As lighters on my dresser, yes sir I gotta fess up, and dress up from the neck down clownin workin year round countin' Jammin Wu tang and the shoalin Throw on my cheap sunglasses Go hitting the pavement Listening to let it be by The Replacements We are the bastards of young In the flesh Maybe my generation's the worst or the best I can't decide Anyway, I hop in the ride, and it won't turnover Havin problems all the time (Illicit D) (Got'Damn, it's sunday!) Eyes shut to hide my pupils from the sun rays I'm already stressin' over school on munday(fuck monday) Today I'll take it easay, like Lionel Richay(Lionel Richie) 'Head is ice-pickin' cus the José, we drank yesterday I need some cannabay(cannabis) to relieve this migraine, I'm in pain! But last night was well worth this over-hang Or at least i think it was, i can't remember nothin' mayne Man! Slip of paper in my pocket that i got while spittin' game; thought it woulda' had a number, but it only had a name Fuckin' lame! At least the weed is on the way I gotta get lifted, I been fiendin' all day(damn mayne) As soon as i chief, I'm getting something to eat Damn near passed out, while cooking the beef(shit!) Eye lids extra heavy, obese from the kief This sunday was shit! Man, I'm going back to sleep! ...Man! This sunday was shit, now I'm goin' back to sleep

(Chorus) Real Recognizes Real Fella, what's the fuckin deal? Tryna get a meal Spit until I hit Brazil Your stingy envy concealed You can play face or play heal But your cash squeals (Tornup) Tornup since conception Adorned with brass horns the first born upon reception Blast with a lack of deception In fact, questioning acts of phonies packing protection I was forewarned "Let there be war Get there It's yours You'll inherit both side of the chessboard" Now you can't even play unless I get bored That's less scored by pest whores Jet before the best soar Through your corridor With the crucible steel Your jealousy juxtaposed adjacent juggernauts justly jeopardizes your deal And that's just real recognizing real Fella, what's the fuckin deal? Tryna get a meal Spit until I hit Brazil Your stingy envy concealed You can play face or play heal But your cash squeals Real Recognizes Real Fella, what's the fuckin deal? Tryna get a meal Spit until I hit Brazil Your stingy envy concealed... (Illicit D) Subliminal criminals Infecting the spiritual All we need is some weed and we shall complete the ritual My lyrical, so despicable Evil greedy genius, making plans, diabolical I'll tell you like this, boy, don't raise a hand to me 'cause I'll loose my temper and dismember all of your phalanges It's peace or war nigga, what's it gonna' be? I'll obliterate the opposition faster than your eyes can see! I just can not fathom why you persist to fuck with me, I'm celibate, in a sense I dont put up with fuckery! Illicit King, which means My reign is forbidden blade stealthy hidden leavin' niggas death-bedridden six feet deep in the dirt, start diggin' your threats fall short on your tippy toes raising your nose, 'cause respect you ain't gettin' sucka, stop kiddin' NIGGA GET REAL! (john Proctor) Pokeball double stacks like some dice I'm on a roll I can't wait to get inside because outside it's cold and I'm bound for Year Round shenanigans I'm down to forever fuck around and never touch the ground but you heard all this before and its all for show but it seems I never know when to let it slow down. and I crown myself as nothing but a clown but with me it's always something time crunching for nothing till eruption of everything I've built up or something I throw up on the beat until I feel complete just a man on the street that's had plenty to eat tryna cut back in fact so I tried out for this rap shit downloading Rap City classics all this new garbage rap man gotta trash it I test your knowledge exam it I'm like an undiscovered planet for you to feel and jam it.

(Chorus) Why are all the cool chicks spoken for I'm tryna find a girl Who relates to my world Will sit and let the records spin And sip Johnny witchya boy Is that too much to ask for? (Kid Brash) I was in Waco, with the shake o's Smokin Rick danko When I saw a Baylor chick in the cut And the weed inspiration Never leaves the brain blank o Disregard the skank o's I want a down to earth chick That plays Farkle and smokes purple with a grin Likes Neil Young can play blowin in the wind On guitar I Walk on over, ask her how it is she's doin She ain't havin none of it and says keep on movin Damn baby, let me talk to you for a sec First of all I got nothing but respect And your sexy as fuck So let me try my luck real quick You got eyes like the color of my weed A smile that's killin me Got me trippin in my sneeks Let me introduce you To some real good peeps Tornup, John Proc, and illicit fuckin D Let me swoop you off your size 6 feet let's go get somethin to eat My treat (Chorus) Why are all the cool chicks spoken for I'm tryna find a girl Who relates to my world Will sit and let the records spin And sip whiskey witchya boy Is that too much to ask for? Yeah why are all the cool chicks spoken for I'm tryna find a girl Who relates to my mad mad world Will sit and let the records spin And sip on the Johnny witchya boy Is that too much to ask for? (john Proctor) WHHERRRESSS MYYY BAAABBBBYYYYY neverthat not on the only track about you come over to your house with a 6 pack of stought brew I have you, in the palm of my hand but don't worry I won't take advantage that's just not the kind of man I am nothing like Patrick Swayze in Ghost making ceramics I make a toast while we were watching Animal Planet or was it Shark Week I can't remember nor do I care all I care about is you and me here I tell ya Hey surprise I got a bone for you, get your mind up out the gutter boo I mean I rolled up a doobie and Ruby Tuesdays on this afternoon sounds good to me too, another oppurtunity to get my minutes in with you damn, I just love to see you smile and theres not too many girls I say that to. (Chorus) Why are all the cool chicks spoken for I'm tryna find a girl Who relates to my world Will sit and let the records spin And sip whiskey witchya boy Is that too much to ask for? Yeah why are all the cool chicks spoken for I'm tryna find a girl Who relates to my mad mad world Will sit and let the records spin And sip on the Johnny witchya boy Is that too much to ask for? (Illicit D) Oh my damn, here i stand, caught in the head lights You're absolutely glowing with a warmth that just feel right My dear, you look quite nice, and that smile' oh so pertty, I can tell you keep i clean, yet when I see those sexy lips, I can't help but think so dirty. I love your hair so curly And when i compliment, your eyes glisten, and the dimples, and you giggle oh so girly. Please don't be so flirty, I can't handle misleading If you really want my love, between your thighs I will be peaking Undercover hide and seeking and when we're sleeping I'll use your breasts as a pillow so i can hear your heart beating Ahead of myself, yes, but our connection is beaming And i know you feel it too because your nervousness is fleeting Take my hand. And I'll show you what you're wanting and missing No, not hugging and kissing, but biting, and pinching, and a bit of letter-licking The clock is t-t-ticking I don't know your nationality, but I'm down for culture mixing I do know i speak easy, but i swear I'm not a player Invite you to my crib, baby, welcome to my layer Place mats set, and scented candles on the table Grilled tenderloin or backed chicken, what's your flavor? Got some champagne on the rocks as a chaser Grapes and strawberries dipped in chocolate for dessert Put on some Sadé and let her voice serenade ya Don't cha' love the way that I smooth operate ya?

(Chorus) I hate what I got to do. But I do what i got to do. I don't want this whack ass job no mo', no.. (2x) (Illicit D) They don't think it be like it is, but it do You gotta' see from both ends, gotta' get a better view You're entitled to your opinion, but nigga fuck you Fuck your tie, your ear piece, and your office job to I'm 'trying to' find a way to beat this evil system But good intentions turn sour, And the mind will turn with them So im chillin' Consuming this wisdom Being fed lies, so i just wont even listen. (john Proctor) Oh I'm so excited that I start on Monday they say I'll make more than I did all last month in day Fortune 500 is where I wanna be and Forbes Magazine will say I'm the new face of the company 20 years ago but I'm dreaming, it's been 40 and all I got is this water steaming they only know me as Joe, he who makes the pot of coffee and I sit at the same damn desk every morning since the Reagan Administration strengthen my will to stay with some liquid relaxation some guy half my age is CEO so you see what I'm going through about to have to retire with 15 grand and an app to Dickey's BBQ. (Kid Brash) Standin in this lunch line Just tryna think of some rhymes Brain hazy Boss sayin that it's crunch time I'm lazy No motivation for this dead end hustle No muscle towards the gravy When it's comin from this uphill struggle Living Paycheck to paycheck Head home to watch Star Trek On Netflix, do bong rips Take long sips of Bombay sapphire To expire all the bull shit Heavy Smoke grassfire Let me rewire my sore lips On to a new line... (Chorus) I hate what I got to do. But I do what i got to do. I don't want this whack ass job no mo', no.. (2x)

(Illicit D) I forgo the deception of my visual perception Never settling for my initial reception Mental dissection Brings personal reflection And from this spiritual inspection, we get spiritual perfection Learn with my eyes, and see with my mind Mental images Not many possess a vision of this kind But through time You might find That you were seeing through your mind's eye the whole damn time Physically, I'm shackled down My chains fuse into the ground But mentally i feel so free i see beyond infinity Vivid thoughts become dreams, dreams become reality What lies beyond is simply me For I am everything (Tornup) Thunder asunder Blundering All buying into the plunder One nation under One deranged, delusional class A dangerous fusion of massive bodies of gasses Whites write history books Their kids forget what their past is A culture of exploitation Captivating the masses Relying on irony Identity melted by camera flashes When the phoenix arose from the ashes, they called him, "Nigga" A god was born And words are just words if you don't know how to use them I don't give two-thirds of a shit who you say you're with If you verbally abuse them Fool's logic, I deduce them In a neatly action packaged rap track so grusome (John Proctor) Take this shit and use it! Miller high life? Abuse it!! A few dudes writing rhymes just for amusement! I just try to spew it! Just like I view it! But sometimes it's easy to fake it like a Judas! And when I say I do this? I really try I really try until I slide into a deep abyss and then I miss my ride and I'm too drunk to drive, so what am I so what am I to do a few of you I trust to make me home arrive and then I supply myself with some much needed rest until hello moon and again the night is young I guess. (Kid Brash) I got technique drippin out my cerebral juice trippin Tongue flippin for these microphones Green leafy's leave that white alone Chillin maxin in my zone Here comes my little brother Yellin at me like "these bones need twistin Muthafucka" (John Proctor) Hey since you called my name, I guess I'll go insane yo I go Wade like Dwayne the women might not know my name but they still handing out brain bitch I go Flocka no flame floating just like David Blaine and if I can't think of a thing I'll pass it back to Kid Brash to see what he got to say. (Kid Brash) Hey It must be time for my verse I'm Headed in head first For a hearse Ah yeah I could go for a blunt and blitz All these commercial rappers are shit All on the industry's dick Droppin those shit plops On the population I'm hatin Gettin all butt hurt Humiliation created Egos feed the heads inflated Like a I've never been so jaded in life But I got stripes Like a nam vet On acid, sippin some sprite (Illicit D) Maaayne! Seaching for a higher flight These lowly pilots entail That they can second-hand my smoke Puffin' on my chem-trails Burnin' out your entrails Day old curry Flush a shitty rapper down the toilet in a hurry Shine a light from the mind, make the cock-roaches scurry Conjure a haze of raid and fry all ya fuckin' brains. (Tornup) Lames fold up Sleeves rolled up Monday shit It's mundane We came with the cold crush The gold rush

(Tornup) I'm the tight wire walker Music grind stalker Sound and fury emanating William C. Faulkner Rock knocks We keep it six o' clock on my block So when we build our homes on solid ground, We all can take stock You'll see me Spit the truth Live or in the booth Or in the booth live Higher than Pryor in a wired suit I'm high pursuit in hyper space Snipers shoot the piper with Hyperbolic bullets in his righteous face It's enough to make a man wanna kill Fire at will But vision's unsustainable I'm fighting it still For the family I've made for myself They understand me I'm paranoid from chasing the wealth With stealth Outside it's gorgeous The wonder of my fortress sings The Spring forest welcomes me into its chorus I stopped realizing fears of doing a bid Friends give me same advice as the stick up kids "Be easy" (Kid Brash) Let me get to the point Let me roll this joint And roast it What's the point in boasting The chain gang ain't broken Black Problems on that bull shit Metaphors from sore lips I met a whore with galore tits She said she had four kids And plenty of divorce chips So I let her make me dinner Then we smashed hips Balthazar Getty lee Rhymes like a steady pee Flowing out my brain waves steadily Mix the T with the H C Forget to button my shirt Like a cholo Cooler than Bob Dylan in a polo Perry Como Cheesier than pimento sargento Talkin that fondu shit on easy bimbos (Illicit D) Insulated flow Wrapped in a brown paper bag to go Not much to show though Roamin' vast lands through the city like a hobo Jumpin' like a pogo Sippin' while in dippin' in the liquid Straight slow-mo The fast life ain't worth the trouble, brotha' Close ya eyes, let go Open ya mind, let grow Open ya third eye, let show Visualize your dreams and they shall appear Presto! But don't test the rest 'cause the hard heated steal turns your fitted to a halo The race is to be won slow You ready nigga? Set go! My whole entire set dope We sold on every corner, back-lot, alley-way, and condo (john Proctor) Hey I got a notice for the public, people who murder are among us a white hot riot is above us heaven's been around for years and you don't believe there's turmoil there just take the stairs and see for yourself, I'm thinking my hand of cards been dealt cuz destiny is letting me have it my cabbage is sporadic and on top of that an addict I'm becoming with my habits, Lenny Kravitz Like a jew with a jheri curl I'm so confused listening to beats on repeat until I find my muse often it's a micro brew inflicted with the hydroponic blues, I'm feinding I keep Netflix streaming when I'm dreaming. Lenny Bruce in a comfy noose at the comfort inn with a floozy loose half my face buried in a paper bag, dooptie doo and I'm huffing crazy glue(s)

(Chorus) You ever feel like a UFO in your home? or create illusions of worthlessness in your dome struggling to wake up ignore the ringing of the phone well I guess that that's just part of getting grown (john Proctor) This bug that's living in my head whispering to me I'm dead or that I'm on the way anyway everyone dies someday it tears at me, but I'm addicted to the feeling of self pity, feeling shitty, it's a demon but at the same time a muse I'm afraid that if I try and fix it that my ideas will up and leave too I had a few thoughts on self improvement separate myself from everything I'm used to and moving on, for better or worse I gotta clear my head first work outside, breath some fresh air, smoke a joint reflect on all decisions I've made to this point gotta get away from this noxious air just living in the city shows that you don't care about the health of yourself getting cancer from just being here and to my man Sundance I just can't wait to see BLACK PROBLEMS REUNITED 2015 UHHH! (Chorus) You ever feel like a UFO in your home? or create illusions of worthlessness in your dome struggling to wake up ignore the ringing of the phone well I guess that that's just part of getting grown (2x) (Kid Brash) I guess it's time to get reflective One time I got arrested And ended up on the wrong side of a debt But it's cool, after a couple days of rest I was back in my neighborhood Trying to find the people that I left incorrect They were all pretty pissed They Said "lets make a deal Get rid of all this weed And we'll call it square, fair?" He handed a bag full of skunk point is, I'm always getting myself dunked In bad situations Got jumped with the bucks In a red back pack So then I split town and I never looked back Let me work out the kinks For a second I gotta start learning some mutha fuckin lessons Stressin' (Chorus) You ever feel like a UFO in your home? or create illusions of worthlessness in your dome struggling to wake up ignore the ringing of the phone well I guess that that's just part of getting grown (2x)

(Tornup) Hyper-realistic shock Ballistic rock toxic Sadistic glock stick The Man Smoke it I forget the ban Barry Allen Iverson Aphrodite's Midas One No respiting Mr. High and Mighty But the kaiser's done Militaristic crews float Stealing Concealing my overdue notes Half-stepping like a blue note Practicing taxes, we're building the U-Boats powerful Giving ambition a body to haunt The Odyssey nonchalant The silly savant means serious biz His gaurd is avant I flaunt Able as a sports star Flyer than a feather Grateful for support, but attention is whatever 'Cause I never Plan on being measured By hipster heathers Looking at me like a guilty pleasure Like grease soaked in cheese bread You Rob Reiner meatheads Pinkies second guess my brain While pandering for street cred Ridiculous You're on your knees Suckin establishment dick While worshipin It hurts to grin I bust a nut from my tip Like buttah (John Proctor) Simplicity is meant to be, instrumentally a centipede, hard shelled slow moving and to the beat I ain't creased my jeans since I was Eazy-e (rip) for Halloween 93' I'm running out of things to spit those contempt with repeating other's content should've spent time realizing that its not worth shit your biting rhymes and worse your cursing the names that came first and before ya please please my main man I implore ya Army recruits are just out to deploy ya lemme getin into your air and destroy your preconceived notions of what we'll be smoking provoking stoked about whats to be coming I can's stay sunny so I stay muddy.

Introducin' The new sense that you've been refusin' Enthusin' the fusion of ganja and cruisin' Refreshingly fresh 'cause, I got the Juice, son Droppin' your Bishop from the edge like Q My tactic is gruesome, best fear my next move En Passant your Pawns, nigga, look up the rules By all means, be ruthless, but homie, keep it cool Your Queen is in danger, Tell me what you gonna' do She's feisty. And face it, her taste is quite pricey And when you lie about your money, shit gets dicey But that's a game for the fools I'm making Chess moves Too-phsiticated Ain't no way i can loose Gotcha Waters looking Muddy Sucka, singin' the blues And your Castle is collapsin' like it's built on sand dunes And your last Knight has fallen Ain't shit you can do! Your rookie moves are made with haste, Though I told you 'keep it cool"? I implore you, Come and take a walk in my shoes And lace them bitches up tight 'cause they probably too big for you Your Queen is cleanin' my castle topless like a French maid would do Now take them shoes off, and tell that bitch to clean them hoes too! You swear that you're a King, but you're destined to loose Trapped in a corner and my Rook is coming for you Check yourself at the door And dont be late The Black Knight up in this bitch to seal your fate You're surrounded and shrouded in a shell of self hate Don't even deny, it's written all over your face The ranks are closing in and breathing room begins to dissipate, the Bishop has arrived, ain't a single move left to make My skill is Bobby Fisher with a black mans face Impeccable game, There's no way to retaliate Illicit D Forbidden King Ya' time is up mothafucka' Kiss the ring CHECKMATE!

(Kid Brash) I went peddlin in the dark For medicine in the park Meadowlark'n for a chance to get sparkin I keep it reel to reel John Belushi on pills Or like Chevy chase her to my cabin For a stabbin in the woods Heavy Or like Ballesteros Seve Chip it in Give her a wetty Raw shimmy No spaghetti Yep UNICEF, cut you like a Sous Chef Keep it Zef like Die Antwoord Curing my future cancer One herb stick at a time Tryin not to go blind I'm fine Like Gimme my wax And my zig zag packs Get off my back Like just let me relax Time to meditate the night away Guru fat sacks And I'm Hella Ambitious But I'm still doin' my own dishes Flat broke no jokin So Let the free form flow Soak in your mind Like the light to the toke Let's get gung ho folks No time for the hung low jokes I'm an average joe Bout to blow Like a septum full of coke Crowd going nuts Like the pope hung from a rope In the Vatican Look No pearl handles No shooters For you lame duders You think you're hard off the cuff quick Like a state trooper I'm macgruber slit your your neck With paper clips And a school ruler A Supercomputer I Spit über Lets get primal brotha High like Herman Munster Into the alley to toss the grass in the dumpster And the Musical expression Never lacking Like Steven Baldwin With a caldron full of bitches brew Big bag smokin Steve Miller joker tokin

(Kid Brash) In the zone Smokin skunk Like Buddhist monk Spending money Till I'm a dead broke Slummy mummy Playin gin rummy Let's take acid till we see the Donnie Darko bunny Or tell We find the occult funny I like the classy broads Don't fuck the snookie nookie Eating weed cookies Knockin over the rookie bookies I spend money on all kinds of bull shit Like chapstick and bull whips and new kicks And I'm always saying the same shit Like I love heavy tits Jammin webbie hits Drinkin shlitz and buttery grits gimme the shits Been gettin lit Since a little kid poppin zits Watchin nickelodeon hits (Tornup) You know, the last time we met, Your man was petty, token And I was steady smokin But he caught you up I caught you heavy on that eggshell Yolkin' And now you're trickin, hoin' And now we're jokin 'bout it 'Cause you never gave a fuck And I don't give a fuck Even as kids, you were down for whatever We'd hop on city buses and endeavor to get lost Your lip gloss spoke to me and all of my fellas So when I didn't know what to say, You'd try to make me jealous I thought I played it cool I was played for a fool Say you're with me one minute That was just the duality You never could keep track of what went on in your head I think back to when I'd trip and you'd just say I misread Gave at my expense I never was expectant Got you work You acted like I kept you barefoot and pregnant Like I wanted to make you wifey That wasn't even like me Now I get it You never wanted me to treat you nicely (John Proctor & Illicit D) I bought some coke from this guy on East and Division I sold some coke to this guy on East and Division Cultural collision Some of it was bunk Some of it was missin' Motherfucka' Listen! (john Proctor) Suited up snooted up I can't get enough of this easy business, noon lunch easy money talking funny, in a minute this limitless Bradley Cooper hangover will kill me before my feet step So I have to try and stay sober head to Wall Street in a Range Rover, dinner at Benihana but a sinner always looking to make a quick buck off a fool aka a tool Ritalin's a stimulant snort too many pass away like Kanye's mama, on top of that I gotta workplace drama indictment impending on my ass like the pause on a comma, the values droppping on a dollar so i stack till i live in peace like the Dali Lama convince myself I'm crazy like Jeffry Dahmer death ray gamma rays Bruce Banner fire flames lay inside me, ambition is division of ideas and a vision (JP and ID) I bought some coke from this guy on East and Division Sold some coke to this guy on East and Division Cultural collision some of it was bunk some of it was missing motherfucka listen. (Illicit D) I hope you all know that i give no fucks All we do is walk around, and grab thick butts Fly a stern middle finger to the cops while I'm grippin' my nuts, they killed my homie last week in a drug bust On the corner sellin' everything you want and need Leave you beggin' for more, I keep them fiends in the street '87 El Camino with the false bottom seats, with the bags of weed, coke, meth, and heroine The work i unload keeps the DEA on they toes I got seven year olds, stealin' niggas gold and robbin' corner stores Just to look cool with this shit But eventually they try this shit And they like this shit No, they love this shit! And they'll do petty hits just to get another hit And they mommies and they daddies do the same exact shit Only difference is the mommies suck a whole lotta' dick And they daddies cracked out or dead or they sellin' my drugs, just so that I'll let 'em live( pass it out) Play with the work, and you might end up missin' Gold slugs for you bitches.. Witness My Ambition!"

(John Proctor) I heard they're making drugs in the basement, nothings harder than having to face all this hate shit, on top of that all basic nesseccities are second rate and made of fake shit, write my own ideas, keep it makeshift Frequently asked questions, what's good for your health, I couldn't tell you my brotha go fend for yourself, cuz I don't know myself I never was one to pay attention, nothings fun in the 3rd demension you don't have to die to leave the earth, in fact I act in front of stangers like I'm Colin Firth all the time writing rhymes is on my mind, see I'm always on that same shit you know that keep me sane shit she said she want Lil' Wayne dick, this ain't Hollywood, hop up on a plane or come and get this plain dick My mood rings green, the salt lamps out For a muse I'm in need John Proc with my COCK OUT! (Kid Brash) Keep it moving Keep it groovin And hand me a light I'm trying get my mind right So I can write history It seems to me That all of these whack mc's Should R.I.P By their own doing A sick rhythm and beat that's the correct motif Fuck that new radio rap I prefer antiques Shits brutal, big pupils Johnny on the rocks until I'm in a box, purple Shit Like inspectah deck I Raise hell with the flava Cut with the razor Blood shot eye gazer And I like the pussy bald like Frasier Laser treat the twat Or not, either way lets hit I'm feelin good as hell Off the heavy smellin Marijuana, a goner I wonder if I'll ever sober up I never committed to fuck Packin up the truck And kick rocks Why not Anita Baker: (john Proctor) I'm mackin' mathematically hot emphatic static keep the facts intact and ladies in the rural attracted like tractor pulls city slick suburban on lock I'm sittin' sickning and furtive but nonsensically assertive when I'm lickin' a shot I do what you do, we're gettin' off with voodoo sugar brown queen crown, Zulu nationality, reality its true while cookin' food my shine is guru-ed I cook the cabbage up in a stir-fry with a blue moon she can't believe it, believe me ma I don't intend to deceive it I've much to learn you got an opportunity to teach it. (Kid Brash) I Met you in the dog park You said your name was Lisa Or mellisa, anyway it was damn fine to meet ya come over for a good meal and maybe a little reefer I think we'll get along good If you hate wiz kalifa I see a diva, anytime she wanna meet a chinky eyed fella With the weed man on speed dial Green mile, got flicks on file Like Harold and Maude Just me and broad And some fire

(Kid Brash) I met this flake down at joe pool lake Yeah, He said he had some killa But He served me some shake No bueno But I hit the mood real quick Yeah Just lemme get my papers For my thai-go stick I'm on the cat piss dick Walkin in a circle Old man Hershel Couldn't fuck with this purple While I deliver pies With my blood red eyes Spinnin 36 chambers For the 36th time Today (john Proctor) Hey that was dope though, is this the dope show? I hope so, pigs directing traffic like I'm grooving steady moving direct my madness, and attention, to picking up a sack of that lime green crack he quoted 360 an ounce I'll cut him some slack, it's some fire after all man I gotta get that Benches ain't shit but a place to sit and I'm higher than a mamba on a plane, La Bamba, comma (Kid Brash) I'm Stuffin 1.5 in the primo Suited up with the neck tie Valentino (super clean though!) Cuz I like to look good while cookin lunch Now i gotta Load big boy bowl, captain crunch (Tornup) Drunk-punch love Face-munch Mic Mike Tyson glove shove My lethal weapon's old as shit and Daniel Glove, love Cover the governor's daughter with diseases And cheese that they seize in the slaughter Dire, distraughter than blood and fire water Magic Sick Draw McGraw with the eagle claw Sour suckers overpower your jaw I forgot the law If the danger's great, do the weapons with the stainless plates and the matrix states keep me aimin' straight? Do they promise me a painless fate? If I take the bait, It's training day Rum and Tanqueray Nowitzki fadeaway Next day, Still drink, smoke Ater-Lay (JP) My gas tank's empty, and as a result my hemp intake has gone stingy, blu ray Ren and Stimpy I gave amazing face, to this girl on the amazing race, I fucked around and I blazed the lace and then got chased by 20 some odd cops on bikes, and squad cars alike I splice bud strands and grow big boy plants, and I'm bigger than sushimi in Japan. (Chorus) Cuz Autumn is the time of year When you put your lit blunts in the air And winter is the time of year When we all getting high in here And spring is the time of year When you unhook the smoke alarm And summer is the time of year Let's get it on