(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)