VERSE 1: "No amount of propaganda can cover the ugly truth, the wider the panorama, the more disturbing the view. I remember sensing it in my youth, super glued to the tube, so subdued in my room. Which T.v. Dinner suits you?!?!? The Plastic, the microwave, the back round white noise of news, born out of the womb with a noose. No, I don't blame my parents for doing what they thought they had to do! It's up to me to change the patterns, then up to my crew.. CHORUS 1: Then up to the world, we're on the movie shoot, corruption on a global scale now's the time to move. From the east to the west to the north to the south, If you really care for God do more than just bow! Welcome to the world, we're on the movie shoot, corruption on a global scale what are you going to do? From the east to the west to the north to the south, If you really care for life, eat more than just cow. VERSE 2: Earth bound clearly. Move past the searing.. skin, puling of teeth. Dearly hold my family and friends close in spirit. Work on what's within before projecting to the physical plain. I close my eyes, focusing on the... Pain, the suffering, the agony, the rape. Attempting to keep my senses straight in a current reality. Knowing that these atrocities not only happened, but are happening... Now you know why I'm rapping. VERSE 3: No amount of soap can wash the blood from our hands and washing with more blood isn't a logical option. Abominable, the way we keep on watching obvious distractions, Fashioned from the wood of Holly's hatchet Awful, once again, High-jacking, symbols from the African, Native and Celtic families. Blocking out cultures that don't coincide or agree with your so-called Civilization, your new world nation, your "Loco" (as-in-crazy) "Motive" to coat the world in pavement...

It took a long time... for me to figure out... what works for me and doesn't, I was running at the mouth. Guzzling poisons when I wasn't snorting fear and doubt. Supporting my enemy mindlessly was what I was about. I was grinding endlessly just to spend it on Guinness stout. My dependency on death and greed surely didn't make me proud. When living inside of a cloud is just as bad as a bubble or box. How did I get so deep in a stoner hippy paradox?! But I'll creep through the lyrics to escape from Pandora's box, Close it up with a lock and Hide the key inside my sock, make my way on down the block, just to jump off of the dock. I'll swim to an island to continue my career as a warlock. Continuously keep climbing and falling until my sense of time stops, all of the walls drop off of my mind and I find god as the bottom, center, and top of an infinite pattern, simulation structured game crop. The unity of all existence. Lord Love! Sentenced to sensory, incarnations in warm blood. I said I'll be spending this century sending signals through my songs. The splendor of simplicity most would find through the one. I find when spitting this complexity in the city until i'm done It's how I honor it, you, myself and have fun in a non-harmful manner so One All, One Come. Let's get this celebration popping in a positive direction, unplugging each nation from it's new world connection infection. Suspecting collections of slave masters have used deception. Twisting stories of resurrection to fuck with the heads of their lab rat victims. Stuck us in a system where we build our own prison and most don't even know that their savior lives within them! It keeps spinning as they listen to the programmed radio venom, I send 'em all the love but can't associate with it. That's why you'll find me underground, minding my own business. This mystical misfit knows what's up and it ain't none of that shit! Sent to the center to shed layers that aren't love, Said I'm a sensitive sayer of poetry and rhythm. Serenade guards, warden to get out of this prison. Back to my garden fuck your division dance, making the planet harden in a trance. Pardon my french, but please suck my baguette! This character's main concern is getting out of debt! Papa always said, you cannot fill another's cup until you're own pitcher is full kid, don't be foolish!

Oooohm-my god let's do some yoga. Differentiate the fake from the real, the pose from poser. I'm supposed to know the difference but I'm sentenced to a lifetime of fighting whack-ness and bearing witness to these boasters. Now who's burning doja in the Dojo?! You know you should've saved it for the parking lot bro bro.. Don't wan't masters to snatch ya, have ya up on strings like yo-yo. No smoke inside of the temple of clarity and definitely no photos. In fact, do me a favor, smash your I-phone yo. Buy yourself an atlas, rid yourself of all the fomo... with a ph. Now enjoy it, don't blow it, every moment on some snap-chatting, Insta-gram, fad fashion.... EnTRAPment. All I see is that whip lashing, cracking on the backs of my brethren, I'm asking, is this convenience worth the fire of it's dragon?! Dragging us on the floor to the future.. I'm not laughing, I'm not passing opportunities to expose passion! (X2) Picking places to piss. My favorite is on castles. I am picking places to sit in a parking lot full of cattle! Pixels in place for the Sith to stage a battle. Between the red and blue, the one and zero, for the sake of a rad show! (X2) ( 2nd-”for the sake of control!”) OOOOHH Your (you're) god let's make some Art! Try to set apart the movie from the reel, see who really plays their part! See who's first place when we're all one at the start and the finish. It's hard to form a chart amongst the grand infinite. Fuck a limit! I'll beat a critique in any battle! Most can't spit it and it's embarrassing watching them try to get it right after... Jumping into the trap with unintelligent dudes that glorify gats… Spinning kids into a cataclysmic path! Belittling women on tracks! Excuse me for wanting to be different but I do it for the children and not the plaques! Fuck an evil villain that's laughs echo through the souls of seven billion and counting dogs and cats, representing each side, split by the very path we walk and have to maintain through sick pain, experiences that teach us, help us grow. In fact I recognize the darkness HAS to exist but that doesn't mean that I've got to praise or feed it. I just want to not go blind when peeking at this truth we're seeking. It's about time we rid ourselves of all these demons, excuse the christian symbolism, I'm sure you get what I'm meaning. The traits that spin us 'round, bring us down in the spiral tetrahedron. Rip off that lab rat duck tape and let me see that smile beaming! Let me know you're real and not another one to take advantage of my love and style. Take your notes before hopping off of my boat. Not before sinking that ship cause they all want to see me drown and be a clown!!!!

VERSE 1: Another pillar holding it up. This song goes out to all of the women that I love. Nurturing and caring for this life. A woman’s touch is irreplaceable. Every body, face and soul has a story of her own. If I could write a poem to tell you how I truly feel. Maybe I could feel whole but holy El, it disappears as soon as it gets to the tip of the tongue or the ear. Stupid ridiculous I feel, trying to paint those tears. That smile, for years, I’ve dialed incorrect combinations in the sensory board to bear… Unnecessary pain, as I’d get nowhere, until the day I stopped searching and she just appeared before me. She said, “I’ll always be here, so don’t you weep. If I see another tear, I’m going to stop that beat. You’ve got a family to raise, a world to save… So get your shit together. Be a man for… me. VERSE 2: Another pillar holding it down. Supporting this structure from the sky to the ground. I said that I love her. That meant noun, verb and adjective. Hip hop as a whole. I am an advocate of that soul they try to take advantage of and get to make hit after hit. They squeeze the juice from her hips and her very essence, Pump it into the youth, trying to produce more peasants. It’s unpleasant to watch from inside of the flock! Sedatives to lube her up as they grope and as they touch ‘till she’s finally had enough and she just goes nuts! Teaches all of these schmucks the underside of love! Call it “Kali’s Karma Sutra”. I guess it… Sucks to suck! Lucy is for the humans that took too much and never gave a fuck. Who made it tough for the rest of us to live comfortably.. In a rut. Running in place for the chance of feeling Nirvana’s touch!

Oh baby! You know you shouldn't tease me! You know you've gotta .... you’ve got to.. please me. VERSE 1: Chasing you around. I'm not another dog in the pound. I think I need a treat, I think I need it now. I only let you hold the leash sometimes when we go out, I'll put that pussy on a pedestal but it always makes its way back down. Exceptional, Incredible. I see the way she turns them into hounds, clowns, vegetables, going bad, waiting to pound, draws them into festivals, dancing to the sounds. Folk's'll be losing their testicles just to get down! Neutered in a spectacle of unethical and profound, Loss of control at the show due to being so wound up. Baby girl's on the round up. I don't want to just cut.... The grass I'll trim the h-edge's of your do not. No doubt. Know what? I'll go down or up, but it's still my choice love! Sometimes you make me question my own actions and decisions. If it's really all fueled by my obsession with your ass's exhibition. CHORUS 1: I'll practice every day, the perfect rhythm. For your melody to sway with, in a field or in a kitchen. The world is our dance floor when you're not bitching, When you are it's just a bar that I'll get fucked up in. (X2 : 2nd time - "when I'm bitching") VERSE 2: Now Mama taught me chivalry! Hold the door and be a G, Lend her your coat when she starts to freeze, but what I find beneath the skin and in the sheets is that a lot of y'all women are straight freaks! Dominated or dominating, I just want to meet in the middle, Pun intended. RIP to big P (Big Pun) I'm not a player, I just crush a lot. When I am not busy, ****************************************. More than enough to keep me happy if I'm spitting honestly, we lived the dream, I wouldn't want to fuck that up with some sleeze. Momentary pleasures that lead… to hellish states of mind. I'm trying not to be a fiend! Find me in the library or coffee shop. Fuck your club and your Fetty Wap! Lil Yatchy dung, I'll turn a wub into a drug and O.D. 'cause your party sucks! That's from the true O.G.s. Been turning tables, running cables without a label or deed. Defying fables and throwing ragers for the love of she. The mothership, the mother earth, mother of your seed. Now throw your hands in the air if you're feeling the beat, and swing 'em 'round if ya dig the melody. BRIDGE Honor your baby and your mama ; Honor your lady, sing that mantra. CHORUS 2 : (X2) VERSE 3: Now I've had a muse and a stalker, but another person's heart is something I would never, ever try to conquer. In my book, that's the definition of a monster. Repetition's exposition on a planetary margin. Abuse, control, pretty much a whole arsenal of negative human traits that need to be confronted. Pulled back to the summit. Shed the layers of the phoenix phonics, redeeming the meaning of it. Love yourself before another. It can be so toxic if not, and I'm only speaking from the first hand perspective I've got! It's worth sanding, staining, priming, painting. Before you go showing it off, Dating. Like, look what I've got! Venereal diseases and drugs that'll make your brain rot! Degrading fucks are to be paid if we don't honor our vessel everyday God. I hate to say it. The truth hurts. I'm entertaining authenticity so this is to my players! Be careful, wear rubbers. Your future is what you wager. Sex has been pumped into our psyche so I excuse the behavior, but realizing it's sacred might just be our savior. These actions are not worth the consequences we will be dealing with later... later... later...

HOOK: You know how long I’ve been waiting, I’m too damn patient. You know how long I’ve been panting. You know how long I’ve been waiting, I’m too damn patient, You know how long I’ve been panting, So drop them panties. VERSE 1: Sick of the hustle and sick of the flow, I just want to squeeze you and dick you at home. I miss it and think about you when you're gone so I’m touching myself here at work on the john. I treasure the minutes when we are alone and never wish for you to feel a bit wrong. I bit on your ear and I’ll sing you a song, so listen to lyrics about your bum. Written about fun, written about how I’m not complete ‘till you cum. Defeat is when I can’t feel your tongue all over my body. Especially my dong. Consider it my hobby just to get you sprung. I’m naughty, probably throbbing ‘till you come and give me some! Uh! VERSE 2: Now, I don’t mean to be so cliche and crude but there’s one thing that sells C.D.s and that’s… BOOOOOOTTTYYY! Who are you to disagree? My friend Colin wants to get me on B.E.T. ‘cause writing songs about the environment don’t pay the bills my G. Only leads to E.B.T. Nobody wants to see young me hugging the trees. They want the sleaze, throwing $1s at Ds. Wubs, dubs and 3D lights that melt your mind ‘till you’re a dummy. Think I’m trying to be funny but.. That’s the power of money!

VERSE 1: There’s a reason why they call it the “dream”. Little fence hopping sheep still asleep staring at their screens. Little Bo peep, Mother Mary, the Queen. Any shepherdess that can get the masses to follow that booty! Acting as animals! I see a farm start with “ph”. Chicken heads on the street, holy cow, milky way, sucking a machine teat. Oh wow, not another day of sizzling like this little piggy’s meat! We’re baking in our pen! But, but that pendy’s (Pendant is) so heady, I miss being a kid before life seemed so heavy and empty, before I knew I was eating myself from inside of that Chevy. Staring out the window at the “set go ready”, I regret every time I let the beast inside of my mind or soul. Trained and prepared for defeat (the feet) like a ball to it’s goal. Encouraged to dig myself into a financial hole. Dress and hum the same tune as the rest of these drones, yo. HOOK 1: Black n’ yellow, black n’ yellow, colors of the colony, A Queen from down below.. Black n’ yellow, black n’ yellow. Bees in the trap, beez, beez in the trap. Somebody tell that clown - slut to shut the fuck up! VERSE 2: There’s a reason why they call it getting stoned. Turn the planet to rock with the masons as the camera rolls. Behind the show’s a station where the damaged souls elope. The roads and pipes in place are just veins and tissues of this ghost’s machine boat. Corny, carny clowns. Priests, police, dope-pushing doctors running this town. Keeping ‘em all tweeking or down. Public speakers, political so called leaders entertaining the crowds. They’ve got them all bowing to the crown!!! Every mouth bound, shut to kiss the boot of their oppressor. Loud’s the sound of millions of minions kissing the sphincter of their bottles. Staring at T.V.s, sports, reports, and models. The elite swine snort and laugh as we all follow. Divided by teams, parties, religion, scenes, property. Lynching and burning the witches until the population is docile. Dim lit, dim wit. Pig skins get tossed back and forth. Foul. From the festys to the fields to the courts…. OOOWW HOOK 2: Black n’ yellow, black n’ yellow, colors of the colony, A Queen from down below.. Black n’ yellow, black n’ yellow. Bees in the trap, beez, beez in the trap. Somebody tell Nicki Minaj to SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! VERSE 3: There’s a reason why they’re saying that it’s “LIT”. The world’s on fire and we’re rolling in our shit. Illuminated everything. Eye on a pyramid. People laugh and they kid ‘bout its existence but didn’t stop to think that the joke is how they hid in the vision of smoke and mirrors. Tricks and bits. Hiding in plain sight. Instilling fear in the hearts of thy tribes. Dive high, mind’s eye knows the truth. Why lie? Find Phi, dark light inside of you.. Sickness is intune with the prescription of doom. Listen, let’s try something new. Healing is cool. Next time you want to tell me that it’s ill. I will say true.. But a part of me will die and I’m just hoping you get the clue that alright (all-right) is a direction, not correctness. Assuming subjectively from deja vu. Infected collectively with a parasite. A pair of I’s witnessing the sight inside of a human view. There’s more to life than creating this fucked up zoo!!!!!

INTRO: Kick it! Aw yeah! How many of y’all live what you talk about?! Mother fuckers always feel the need to run their mouth. From the yankee towns, down to the dirty south. Speak some real shit or keep your punk ass on the couch. Ow. How’d it get so bad? My genre is viewed as trash, And we’re talking about this and that. It’s a fine line of rhyme to walk on and back. Some do the crimes and times just to spit something phat. In the trap. Running laps and these times is so mad. The last thing that we need is your ego induced raps. Talking about serving fiends back when you sold crack. What you did was sell your soul as well as those of your peoples jack. The last time that I checked that was nothing you’d want to brag.. About. Respect is earned not claimed by the mouth. That’s why I’m doing work to get myself-up-out of this hole. And head home.. Cause. BRIDGE We’ve all been traveling for so long.. on this road & we’ll all keep traveling ‘till we’re home.. Honestly, I don’t know how I keep it together, In a world full of lost lab rats chasing cheddar. Well, if I’m a cool cat, I think that I need a sweater for the sea of frozen hearts that I march through. I’ll never give up! Never make art for the wrong hands of love, it’s a two-sided coin that’s still spinning for us. N’ the entertainment industry is virtually fucked. Twisting it’s dreamers into clowns and wanna-be thugs. Downtown vortex getting sucked, dum-dums idolize getting fucked up. What’s up! I scream to Swam on the other side of the corner, sober as they come, but that’s a true street warrior. On these blocks the devil runs. On the other side is a christian with a megaphone. I’ll entertain intelligent conversation just for fun, but I don’t accept his “single use plastic” water bottle offering. I’m off, teeter tottering between limited vegan options. I’m copping some “Taco Cheena”, Maybe I’ll crack and get a pizza, kick a rap with the street bums. I’ve always connected with what most view as scum and laughed at the masses on the circle track that they would run. Fascinated with the traffic, the madness,and the sun’s song. Come on God, It’s time to sing along, hop off or hop on. This mess of a planet needs some leaders not your average bleacher seater, fistin’ pitchers, trying to skeet on any misses dog. Teach your people how to be people. When the world is in our hands, so is good and evil let’s evolve, let’s move on. Most of y’all’s religions are based on ascension! It’s my belief that in order to achieve it we must heal our own wounds from leaking, seeping, bleeding as one organism, breathing, beating, needing help! No cheating! It’s a test our generation’s faced with. On my last tape, I claimed that I would do it alone, but I can’t, I need help. From the bottom of my soul. OUTRO: So I’ll yelp and I’ll moan and I’ll groan on these tracks ‘till I’m home, But I’m thinking that I am already there…. I’ll scream and I’ll tear and I’ll bite and I’ll claw… ‘Till I’m home… But i”m thinking that we’re already here… We’re here.

CHORUS 1: I’m sorry! For every so called mistake that I’ve ever made.. I’m walking! Through these dim-lit hallways, trying to make it to the stage. Performing! To the standards of a judge that lives in my brain.. & Sorting! File after file ‘till they’re more than entertained… VERSE 1: Whether swimming or just walking, even running, Never stopping ‘till I get it. Tongue tied, twisted. It’s their business to be mocking. Playing scrimmage for the winnings as what's given is forsaken as it’s taken past its limits. People always faking what they’re spitting. I am included, never thought that I’d say it, never thought that I’d lose it. That respect for myself. I was abusing that bait laid out on the plate. It was too tasty for the student. That hook that pierced through my lips. Tied them tight and made me stupid. Trying to get off of it is definitely not useless, seeing as I did, and am now speaking about it… CHORUS 2: (Repeat) VERSE 2: Twisted innocence, celebrities giving it a glaze of glamour and glitz. Twisting sin into something succulent, cool. Perhaps viral this fool.. cookie-cutter mode module. Drone, worker bee or flat out tool. Even the sharpest in the shed is still under their rule so I’m begging of you. Next time you’re faced with the choice to play or stay true? Push away the board. Push away the booze. Take off the royal noose. BONUS POEM: Silence is the code. Quietly, sex drugs and violence sliding down our throats. It ain’t forced, we don’t choke. We eat it up with glee! Pay to be programmed by the T.V., cellular streaming screens. I scream “ WAKE UP FROM THE DREAM!” And what about the children? Instead of character building. Characters come through the tube to keep them quiet and not moving. Mommy’s got stuff to do. So now the mouse is raising you. Just lay back. Let the cartoons wash your mind into servitude! Tuning the car of our flesh. Racing towards the doom. The carnage of this incarnation’s carnival carriage zooms. Carrying carnivores, carcinogens, and carpet for the rooms, Where we can play cards and carve our marks for the future to view. I wasn’t born to be in a cell, even though cells are what I’m composed of. Hell, I’ll yell ‘till they hear me or label me as a loon ‘cause, Everytime I stay silent about something that is important, I can feel my spirit dying, dwindling into dormancy. So rip off the tape placed by oppressive forces! Sing, dance, join the chorus, let’s restore justice! “Practicing what we preach” - a difficult principal to enforce… But it ain’t out of our reach, it's just boiling down to our choices.