(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!"