one's in the middle one's left best stay forward selling right turns ripe for the detour HOUGH!! we're still just simeons to the oblivion i'm just scott locked in battle with seven gideons i'm pretentious to ever think this'll end less than bitter but i could still trend on twitter you could bend with a smile and send out love and resentment to the thugs in denial but we're all snails moving at a slugs pace you blowhards are just a bunch of fuck faces relearn basics, face it, you're passe old bomb threats losing ground out of context i'm the sound that you haven't quite found yet i'm the wily, wise kaiser, underground vet

i'm just a badly drawn lion representing very rapper in the deep end that couldn't swim but never stopped trying i could divide by nine the time my stars took to realign but never count how many sheep had to leap a fence [for me to dream] im waiting for the day the way was raised and how i exorcise my demons to become another trade secret they need to assimilate, from 13th to demonstrate this isn't just any lake don't drive the danziger and don't be the man's nigga on every nerf gun i've ever popped a friend of mine in the eye with i gotta get an iGrip, that apple shit that eve damned adam with outta eden, don't listen if you're fixing to find religion in my inquisition i got a belly fulla serpents, a mind fulla spiders and aw man, you're gonna love my shit myelin sheathes house knives that dive inside us aw man you're gonna love my shit [i i i i i took this rap shit serious,] i got the gift if you receive it or not you wanna grow? take some dirt and earth the seeds in the pot i recently started to see what i got throw salt of ourselves when we could be seasoning the beans while they hot a planet to astonish with my partners, reaching for your hearts writing our sonnets in chalk on the walls in the darkness no place for haste and vigor, the meek here are divine keep it all inside where the real monsters can't find it i give the idea of not giving a fuck the finger you could often feel the awkwardness in here, let it linger then suddenly and abruptly die nobody plays nice, [so why should i behave right?] meanmuggin at the void, recite my poems by cavelight the archetype, who you wanna be the odd witch doctor that gave the village fire and taught the gods to speak high on mt. olympus peak its easier to see in 3d like everything else killing beats might not be what god's got for me but goddamnit it helps let me get me nerves together nervous never cuz kissing my girl is makign me flow better toss assumptions cuz you don't know know better like me abd those less verbose are two serifs on the same letter i think not, those faggots can kick rocks no homo i'll just rip shop probono and still profit like a mofo

i'm just a badly drawn lion representing very rapper in the deep end that couldn't swim but never stopped trying i could divide by nine the time my stars took to realign but never count how many sheep had to leap a fence [for me to dream] im waiting for the day the way was raised and how i exorcise my demons to become another trade secret they need to assimilate, from 13th to demonstrate this isn't just any lake don't drive the danziger and don't be the man's nigga on every nerf gun i've ever popped a friend of mine in the eye with i gotta get an iGrip, that apple shit that eve damned adam with outta eden, don't listen if you're fixing to find religion in my inquisition i got a belly fulla serpents, a mind fulla spiders and aw man, you're gonna love my shit myeline sheathes house knives that dive inside us aw man you're gonna love my shit [i i i i i took this rap shit serious,] i got the gift if you receive it or not you wanna grow? take some dirt and earth the seeds in the pot i recently started to see what i got throw salt of ourselves when we could be seasoning the beans while they hot a planet to astonish with my partners, reaching for your hearts writing our sonnets in chalk on the walls in the darkness no place for haste and vigor, the meek here are divine keep it all inside where the real monsters can't find it i give the idea of not giving a fuck the finger you could often feel the awkwardness in here, let it linger then suddenly and abruptly die nobody plays nice, [so why should i behave right?] mean mugging at the void, recite my poems by cave light the archetype, who you wanna be the odd witch doctor that gave the village fire and taught the gods to speak high on mt. Olympus's peak its easier to see in 3d like everything else killing beats might not be what god's got for me but goddamit it helps let me get me nerves together nervous never cuz kissing my girl is making me flow better toss assumptions cuz you don't know know better like me and those less verbose are two serifs on the same letter i think not, those faggots can kick rocks no homo i'll just rip shop probono and still profit like a mofo

im making sure you understand the process of making shit money and making the shit honest giving that spit polish to a pile of shit model this garbage lifestyle, til my people think its progress yea, this is not trip for the lighthearted the thick arteries thick arms with the scars on em the bad back, the bad shoes that lead to bad feet them days where you have to decide between having some gas to get your ass to work and having the cash to eat this week put on that shirt slap on that badge and khakis that crack money is reserved for hollywood trash and atheletes we're just trying to make a grip to get i've made choices i hope i don't live to regret while on the very same line that i draw in the sand i initial and sign trying to find the man inside i'm not a one man army my life isn't a party i work from the night till morning from the moment i arrive till the night that i die in my department x2 i fight with my sanity like it or not, life is a lot to handle if you ain't nice with the rock i slice and i'll chop i'll deliver still, niggas feel real when they escape it but i'm alive in this parking lot try to keep shit in perspective cuz 50 hour work weeks don't mean i'm getting street cred focus in on paying and getting our shit straight cuz the current state of things just means more mixtapes i'm just a shirt and bush a roach behind the walls that your shoe can't squish a flat bed that not even i wanna push to the floor with a smile on im here cuz i have to believe if i didn't need this money i wouldn't hestitate to get at you and snap dude these people respect me in line to supervise but when you're badge of pride is on your polo homo, you can't lie a little while longer i do it for my partners for the part time cart pushers and the full time artists

im just floating on this beautiful ocean doing my thing and hoping somebody'll notice maybe a porpoise'll come flipping over my corpse and learn every verse till its horse from blowholing my chorus ignore the fact that you'll prolly have to resort to travel and tour abroad, running backwards on a floating log i can't make it off of passion alone actors rock a stage but none such remain a rapper at home i'm locked in a cage i'm writing it all i'm high in the air whether the affair be a flight or a fall neither a hype or a baller type mentality defying gravity, asking my girl to marry me

can't see two inches in front your face yo the way you gobble up the nonsense got you looking like a scape goat the mountain breed, the type that only climbs for a vantage point food shoved in its mouth to feed spreading wealth to the other goats come hell or high water, hope the younger billies can swim and float can't cope with the foxes and the jackals but still looking like a suspect in a crew neck and sandals loose jeans and clean vandals, job interview, who'll have you the same retail gig who means well if they pay you, kid the only way you ever gonna get your crib and call over the dealers like you wanna have the pig over you in the clear with this new chick until your current bitch notice you wanna ball hard but since you can't develop a work ethic more than often you fall large its lethal on any block now but you roll with the vato's who wanna chock the rocks down and you buy it so you sell and people who give dope to kids got a special place in hell fuck up the hood, your siblings gon missing and your mama's trying manage with the mess in the kitchen the fussing and the bitching, you laughing at the blacks with the argyle and secretly wonder how they living when them rams get called up on goat charges because yo' daughter wanna pop cuz her pops loves the rap artists they brought guns to the hood to save bullets why drive out to caliope if your neighbor's gonna go and pull it and you feed in, they put these rappers on the tube cuz they know that all that shines is impressing you and all the lies that you tap into sag yo ur pants and act a fool and wonder why there's not food in the cabinets a vicious circle, you don't wanna go to school because you know those type of dudes and they hate you your parents thought it'd change when they got older hope in obama a race vote same reason why you got pulled over and shot hova they got mumia guan for bullshit so how you figure your nigga drop's not a target scarface and bong hits you're father ran and you ran trying to see who gets the farthest from this blame white faces call em all racist when you the one really giving off all the hatred victim mentality walking through the valley without a staff or a path to walk i know how mad you are, outlines in chalk outside its dark but still running the street like an amusement park its abusive huh? thinking its useless to put two and two together what you still doing it four?

burn down the city son learn your lessons one by one by one by one they can't take your flame away they can't take your flame today if i had to pick a perfect time of day to fall apart i'd probably pick the time when all the stars align i think of art, the only muse worth writing about [that aint you] i can't fathom how hard it must be writhing after you find you have no fighting chance its your heart, buster that thing pumping behind you bling that got you catching feelings everytime you say you love her that got you flustered and that tough shit bravado that your hollow little solemn slice of solitude can muster we're at the cusp of, something great here i'm always just a phone call away no matter where i run away to i simmer just below boiling, toiling in my lab coat wishing you were here to listen to my every bad joke you feel that thing in your chest, the size of a fist that's your heart, pumping love, no matter if you try to resist it just is, it doesn't follow any laws i promised god i'd bless every fallen angel i come across we acknowledged me, that fucking power freak i talk big game, so its only fitting he understand my nickname shame, for every heart that i've touched i've met a couple that love a little different so broken with their fixes i'm gonna just keep on going with my misses and bypass the streets teeming with ditches you can call us if you miss us every man's got his issues mines are getting handled the planet's on a spindle i love you, and i'll miss you every poet his initials every item gets misused i know i won't fix the world i hope that i can try with you we're just sand in the hour glass i'm not getting any younger i gotta do this, to prove that i can fix food to fight back hunger i know it must be quiet in that house now over here i'm getting used to the sound of my own closed mouth i appreciate the effort and the cash but if i wasn't having a blast it wouldn't have gone as fast the stress ain't disappeared, checks don't clear but i'm driven to shift and finally get my shit in gear

he waddled into his room, shut the lights off truly just a write off, he figures its coming soon wriggles off the shirt and jeans, simple often certain in his dreams he'll find a person better off than what he seems if it bleeds than its alive, if the slit can sit inside every tear he's ever cried, we all weep over his suicides daily we pray over the casket he sleeps in actively seeking a means to reach him but he's completely content just sleeping its recent, the apartment darkly lit but still neatly adorned, while the street lights shine from the strip he sits above 2 seater meets the median, treats himself to some gin in a sippy listens to his own litany cuz no one's there to greet him trying not to let these dire straights seep into deeper lakes i went to meet him see if we can relate i was too late to test the waters of fate the current crushed, or it was the weight of his own solitude you could never again underestimate his followthrough he used to follow you, to afraid to speak two words settled on "hi" and "hey" cuz they were better than the silence couldn't get the rest of the sentences in his mind straight mind state was deriding, inside he felt things sliding over the edge of the table, he keeps trying - found a method that was tried and true, a pain reliever - died himself because he couldn't spend the rest of his life without you -i could never pretend to understand exactly how that felt -i just wish that he could've told you how he felt himself then the one that slipped away x4 red hot harlot an arsonist but she got that guy to take the rap for every fire that she's ever started/ she's mad fickle, leave you on some sumb shit her eyes wander while making love like she's always looking for something/ to fill the toy box reluctant to take a chance on romance cuz she's been hurt by a couple kid robots/ and i know of no words to give her that stitch every sliver and make her brain forget all those niggas/ she gives the world nothing asked for a husband, but its just idea of loving someone that she's in love with/ another couple pills no couple, its insufferable those couple hundred milligrams start digging through her stomach/ it hurts so bad, the love nomad writing out her last thoughts in her little black note pad/ she now sleeps on that ground where so many laid her down maybe she can find love in those cities in the clouds/

show me a trick dog i drop big shit we talking big logs nigga in charge/ this is boss hogg orange car hustle nigga this ain't percy miller this is russel simmons/ this is bread and butter your misses swear she love us we getting up and leaving you nothing/ in tact/ bitch slap sucker punch cuddle up with a razor and slit that/ kick back i rip tracks keep you're big stacks i'm writing sick raps/ me and freeman throw our dollars on the table set up shop and raise your full house with a lit match/ small and orange, pretty boring for a tic tac/ spitting something important so listen up and sit back/ zip it up and slip on that doom T in path's mazda with a better than you fitted cap/ zoom zoom zoooming all about my business business is booming meet these fools on the flat top patrick ewing/ married to game like two rings we come together and been together like tied shoe strings/ i'm a mood ring only hippies rock me/ i'ma dip and let chris spit a couple rockets kill a spliff, flip this bitch, yea prolly/ fuck you if you sleeping on me, incubus, anomoly/ fully appropriate right now to call your mommy traded in the blade for a fake tommy/ i'm making these labels that they ain't signed me/ prolly cuz i'm in a state where they can't find me/ nah b, this is not p this is a ghoul spitting drool on a guy's beat/ i been cool like made jello, ]cosby[ say hello, i lay on the edge of your tongue like a lit cigarello/ you wood wouldn't you gipetto not alotta boards that i wouldn't screw and get the deck sentimental/ i am a state treasure, none better than us/ i am the ruler you don't measure up

keep control hard to drive straight on these crooked roads still i roam, like its the only street i know i'll try not to leave love but these fuckin roads gonna lead where they please i'll continue to watch my speed but there's no telling where we gon end up if i go, who's gon hold this down and defend ya? street signs send us to the edge of can i come back ever or just run back fed up? the ac can't pump no more the airs thick whipping across my lips open windows on closed doors known stores go flying past i buzz by home while a lone fly smacks the glass pitch out a couple scraps of trash passengers come and go but not one of them last and if the path ever escapes me its just me and the dash why would i ever leave this innocence cuz ever since i thought to flee i see the city flicker as if its all it could offer me is a couple dim lights and skid marks on the boulevard stalled in this wal mart parking lot that sat beside a coffee shop and nail salon this is my city no matter who runs it a chapter in my life that i'm not quite done with they say i'm stuck on it over some dumb shit but this place is not just some bitch she's treated me like a son, her prince so hard for me its destiny my darling, if i ever leave the party, i'll leave my just so you'll call me this car could only go so far and it'll never get far enough fast enough for me to forget where you are and how gorgeous how important to me you are all my people all my streets all the violence and the peace all the dying i don't miind it if you stay faithful the me this is not complacency this is love can't you see

i want kids i wanna live in the land of free there's alot problems in between these shining seas and i know that? some stumps don't grow back every time you fire, the barrels gonna blow back we settle underneath a blanket of stars believing the hype that we inherit, rolling hybrid cars i don't know how to solve it, i don't know that the protestors are right i just know that i don't want a part of it i want to build a life not just so they can take it the only way they gonna steal from me is if they break in i may be turning a blind eye to something larger than a bunch of pety street vendors in suits that you can't bargain with and it hurts me that you'd give them you're life but fighting it is futile we live inside their bubble wanting to break some rules but don't wanna make no trouble just give me another double then the bar then the second double i take it, cuz i can manage not because i love it not to say that i'm nto struggling i want a son and daughter, don't wanna give them any reasons to make this shit harder i can't spend my life wishing that they'll fix it and if you wanna kill it from the inside, let em pay your tuition shit, man dont want to listen to the kids scream don't wanna get mean believe in heros on the big screen i wanted life since i was sixteen give me liberty or leave me be take death from the kids in green all they see in their sleep is american dreams while i'm behind the scenes wishing its not as bad as it seems

crucify me or idoize me or both choke and stay gone or blow and get paid, homes i never meant to play songs to make wrong thing right and shine on stage, though like a shadow to light i make way for the thousands of words that each picture that i take with that nikon called my mind infers take my heart, you'll have to find it first its probably somewhere in between my book of rhymes and my girl's purse no bandage to keep the wound clean cuz i pull the bastard off, it takes the scab and makes shit hurts worse i swear this shit was band aids now it feels like band AIDS with half the clique in class and one catching hand grenades i learned that james was lost at sea so am i, but don't think james was the type to commit career suicide telling it all never got nigga's nothing that's why the paid spitta's fronting and the real dealer's strugglin i been writing flows since i was twelve but honestly finding nothing in having fun, don't wanna delve classics on the self when there's only pity from the simple minded and all the enlightened rap cats are either timid or despondent i raise the question, no response, so it drops like a bomb did i ain't commit no crime, shit why i'm doing the time then if there's money to be made if there's something to be gained from this godforsaken game given there's a god to forsake in the first place and its not about advertisements and race where do i find it? will i run around blinded like a clidesdale in this parade, best if i leave but i'm far too invested i'm far too impressed with the recent string of work but i can't craft a smash if the current trend's the jerk foolish pen don't curve that way i'm watching freeman pinch herb into tiny papers wishing we could chill up in sky scraper i could see it now, we'd love to make money for being weird and funny like every artist dreams of i seen better days, been in a better way spit gangster shit and didn't even hesitate but knowing the i'm not makes me too socratic but i'm not gonna lie and say i rap illmatic i'm not gonna pry and put the rabbit out the fitted just so every mother fucker to ever hear it forgets it exists shit, if, i could get to believe i'm not a fetus in this you might see that i'm a mother fuckin genius yet to be inducted in the business call me bitching call me cynical call this shit a miracle call every piece of shit i write nothing short of biblical whatever, scratch the cereal and forget our existance i'll let you get back to your rap bullshit tell yourself im not the realest to ever grab the mic off the stand in this pullpit ************** closed doors, grab the camera more noise if its what their after no chores, for the noble pastor no noise, grab the camera ***************

pardon more jargon, fresh for the harvest its who comes the hardest, its who buys the farm first reach into my bag of tricks and pull a gem out they don't give a cuff, so pull the hem out sag alittle, pitiful bones, high waters all your partners call you paw paw treat your female friends like grandaughters preachy mother fucker on some pastor shit i'm the zach de la old fuck greeting at this establishment scribbling the same shit, same themes, fame creeks like the doors on bad hinges on an old dirty doorframe i'm getting taller, and my jokes ar getting funnier not because im witty, the younger rappers make fun of ya i show my age on my page, studious slave of the written word like i need 'em i'm writing for my freedom i don't know what to make of these tracings on my walls trying to understand myself has got me going bald pulling out my hair by the roots no more truth or dare for the old coot rambling on about his youth old school, grad with no paper, nigga prove it, i got the spare tire and no longer have normal bowel movements too much information in the digital age find myself spilling about how i was raised and how these emcees haven't worked a whole day

i know James is in a better place/ but i'm just tripping/ he gets to live in heaven with angels while i'm down here with these featherweights/ thank you, i'm getting Tungsten tatted on my waist and keep this mustache on my lip so i never forget your face/ i know that becca got me, at a second's notice/ spot me if the weight's too heavy to lift when i thought i was too ugly to kiss/ you coulda been the chick i always felt and never told shit/ turns out that i'm the young man you chose to grow old with/ i'm no rich man, i keep the balance, the dao/ while at the same time living in the here and now/ you don't cross me i won't cross you/ i believe that jesus was on the cross but i know that judas was too/ i know that who we were was worse than what we are dude/ and medals of honor won't ever weigh as much as scars do/ the demons need a reason to depart you/ there's hard proof of the hard truth beating on your chest like hearts do/ alotta have nots and ought to's/ alotta friends that went rough and shows i could've taught through/ hoes i saw and walked through, i see that they done caught you/ run like a gun fight, wait for when the stars shoot/ far too lost to give direction, advice is hard earned, skimming the surface looking for purpose like a carpet burn/ i been through fire and learned, more than funeral pyres, scorned this beautiful liar, forced into piety/ diginity pervades, simply for the word play/ stuck on the cash flow cuz i'm off every third day/ scoff at absurd sayings, distraught, heard that nerds are cool now/ wish i woulda known back in school/ you act a fool and play a role, take days to let bars unfold before you like red carpets from parts unknown/ i'm running on fumes and sparks/ watching my memories pass and fast forward through abusive parts/ i'm just lost in a series of moments i hold on but some hardships are just too large i reassemble my heart and keep on rolling cuz before i know it we're coming along without the d i woulda died a long time ago/ i had no reason to teeter on the edge and not drop and scream Geronimo/ stereo from monotone/ no assistance from my misses and my click cuz i got it yo/ on top of it now/ i won't stop to bow at the end of my show/ start the announcements/ pennies in my fountain hold down the castle wrastle the doubt, and master the sound of every ounce my mouth this the south, where peaches aren't eaten where features are available but horses don't get beaten i am never leaving this is a temporary retreat leaping on any beat that c freeman puts in front of me but its done to a certain degree like a person who's been hurting resuscitating from a disease heaving, with every ounce of my being cuz i want my last hurrah to be an autopsy worth seeing