Contents: Amsterdamn Mech City Drill Flirt Underdog Planet Rave Running Eclectric Bloom Wind & Rain Ridge Riot Skynight Desert Dance Amsterdamn

Amsterdamn

Mech City

Drill

Underdog

Running

Bloom

Ridge

Skynight

I just want these rappers to live up to they potential.

Put the weed down; cleaning up my mental.

American Spirits, green pack. Menthol.

Get wetbacked greenbacks. Simple.

Big in the Bay, but I live in PA.

They gon’ preview the great, get on TiVo with Sway.

Every sequel is cray. Ain’t no equal to me.

Dodging evil today, jumping judgment tomorrow.
Billions on the way; until then I’ma borrow.

Y’all know. Soul glow.

Love no ho, duck popo

or ocho

Watch the tower collapse

while I’m tryna relax,

fighting not to relapse.

K-9’s killing cats,

black blood on they caps-

but this just the intro.

Killed King Kid. Rel Heart flow.

20 lbs of the dro,

40 ounces of Bo.

Slowed it down, hit the town, stole the crown.

Ain’t no clown, but I rap.

Mama frowned, so I trapped.

Serpents drown, snakes’ll snap,

but KrOŏKs bend, won’t break.

Beach out East, no Kuwait.

Pussies peeved; let them bake.

Nothing free; give and take

weed and leaves up and down the interstate.

Let them hate, make them wait,

hoard that weight. Lungs inflamate from that intake.

Still healthy ho.

Stay stealthy bro,

get wealthy, yo.

These belles go, so

he jelly; know

KrOŏKs gon' blow.

No BJ's, but that wholesale.

Old flings list something like a ho's tale.

I'm writing novels while I'm juggling ya ho's tail.

Like her classy, but she bouncing, she don't roll well.

Stayed underground; we wasn't trying to see no jail,

but now we market masterpieces, give these foes hell.

All love though; got hope for every human here.

Heaven's angel sniping devils out the atmosphere.

Purveying property so I can party with my peers;

browsing lots to buy them Bentleys, let my brother steer.

Trust nobody. Learned that on the Western Hemisphere.

A lot of phony fucks be fronting, feeding off ya fear. Former

friends be flaunting; foraging through all ya gear,

disappear, but when you make it, say they was always here.
We looking at the ones who lead. Need

some answers, damn.

Rich as shit; chew up paper like these hamsters, man.

Rel ain't shit. All these rap songs I don't understand.

Rel can spit. Need to take his tour to Amsterdam.
Prophet; poet. I'ma show it. Make sure you download it.

Cop it, throw it, then reload it. I'm forever focused.

I don't give a fuck you drink it, blow it, smoke it, sold it;

just make sure that work still fucking fresh when you dole it.

Keep that all natural.

We all national

treasure like Cage,
Nicholas. You getting this? It's Christmas every day.

Producers suing, woadies wooing. Guess we all the rage.

This shit like magick. They apprentice, I'm the fucking mage.

My hands not dirty cuz my cousin tote the fucking gauge.

Light the industry on fire on the fucking stage.

Save the children. X-ray vision; we see through the haze.

Some gon' deny it, others decry it. That's why ignorance pays.

My babe in boutiques, but her beauty is the thing that slays.

She do my shopping; how I'm rocking all these ruthless lays.

I fuck with Herr's though.

This just rehearsal.

Think fast; this earth slow, so

shit in reversal.

Trying not to curse, yo, but

this life is the worst, so bust

in her purse, jo. Sluts

in that hearse go.

We all gotta die, bro,

but I drop so much work my last go

like my first go.

rehashing hash on all ya screens like it's Amsterdam.

Touch down, hear all these screams: Beatles in Amsterdam.

Dirty Grand Am; don't speed- this ain't Amsterdam.

they'll never finish me. They just replenish me.

Rework the mission into words that make them listen.

Fill my plate with every meat and all the fixings.

Get a chop for every senior hooked on chitterlings.

'Member they raped us, then they hanged us for the mixing?

'Member they kill us; boast cuz charges still ain't sticking?

'Member they train us, then blame us for all the clipping?

Shout-out every goon that's grown and wood grain gripping.

Shout-out every pop who formerly was pimping.

Shout-out OG's who was Bloodin' or was Crippin'.

Teach these youngins: the same color when we dripping:

protect these mothers, save ya brothers. Others tripping.

Out Atlanta, hugging lovers. Some was stripping.

Cupid blinding, innocence straight had me tipping.

Pussy perfect. Class was worthless. Had me flipping.

Weed addiction had me stricken; double dipping.

Got the whole hood in my backyard while I'm sipping. Like

the whole woods wrapped in Backwoods. This shit hitting.
We looking at the ones who lead. Need

some answers, damn.

Rich as shit; chew up paper like these hamsters, man.

Rel ain't shit. All these rap songs I don't understand.

Rel can spit. Need to take his tour to Amsterdam.

And we getting all these greens like it's Amsterdam,

rehashing hash on all ya screens like it's Amsterdam.

Touch down, hear all these screams: Beatles in Amsterdam.

Dirty Grand Am; don't speed- this ain't Amsterdam.
Mech City

Yuengling quarts; belly started getting big.

Emperor now, used to be King Kid.

Dynasty drafts; should have had me on the Roc.

Too G-double O-d: sound like KanYe met Pac.

Steel Reserve- ain't no ratchet, but we rachet.

Sprinkle OG with that Black before we pack it.

Q-X-O-T-C each quarter. Sure you slap it.

Florida floors to Baltimore, how we mapped it.

My team flip, then we clip, I mean clap it.

Your team trip, our B's trap: Yellow Jacket.

Don't jock it. She pop it. She top it, then mop it. Then hopping

back on it. He Hobbit; that's dwarving,

or midget, or fudge it,

like, fuck it: You chugging,

then hit it- no rubbing,

dismiss it; no loving, and

she snitching. Her husband

throw fits with his cousin cuz

when you hit, he wasn't in

the city she was &

now her stomach is budding,

and you live off the gov'ment

so she bitching in public, yell

ya business on subs when

you just wanted to nut & get

out without spending nothing.

Sound like drama, doesn't it?

Philly DJ's dumping it.

Cali connect krumping it,

Wednesday crushes humping it,

Jersey Jezze's pumping it,

Dirty Desi's rumping it, she

down on Presi, sucking it.

she gon' pop, top, mop then she hop.

Getting guap. Sound like Pac met the Roc

when he flopped, then he rocked, and he popped

then they flocked. Gotta stop, cuz got damn,

that's too much repetition.

I said pop 3 times and you ain't even listen.

Smell like an open bar when I get to pissing.

Can't throw up in the car. Hit the blunt and eat some chicken.

Do it all again tomar, this time whiskey what we sipping.

Pour out wine for the dimes, then get the Goose and get to mixing.

Pour out some for mines. Bullets like fines- that's how they stick 'em.

or Lupe when hell froze:

My Cool on the grail stone.

Young ruler of Delph's groves

who smoother than L's rolled,

who preaching to dead souls,

and piecing the death toll,

and reaching these deaf trolls

while cleaning his shell toes

and creeping with shell hoes.

I'm like Urkel fused Urquelle,

but I'm Rel. Earth is jail

prison's hell. Tithes like bail.

Horsemen pale, slow like snails,

send hate mail to the grail,

but they fail. Kale on sale.

GMO's in the pail.

Sip the bo, then inhale.

Heavens know we need Braille.

Hear no mo, air is stale,

stuffed up nose, land is frail.

Drought gets real, we appeal.

Copping feels for a deal.

That's a cinch for a mob,

or a pinch for a job,

I mean clinch for a snob,

but that's rent for ya moms

Greedy grands fill they gobs, so they keep it underground.

Keep it secret if they sob while they ride around the town.

Hail Marys what they lob, but they must be aiming down.

Can't cut enough bread up, so they think they gonna drown.

Fed up, heads up, they kids coming for the crown.

Scalding, like Rawlings or Spalding.

That's balling.

You balding, Rel?

We falling: Dell,

we hauling. Pell,

we malling. Sell.

That's a grant. Feed the ranch.

We all slaves, nigga.

Behave nigga.

Depraved niggas

can't save niggas.

Holy socks,

stolen rocks,

workers docked.

Loading docks

holding crops,

golden blocks.

Poling thots,

soul gets shocked.

Polit plots-

only shot:

pushing pot;

getting hot.

Blunt on roast-

this a toast

to anybody victim to the system.

Reload, case the code,

crack the mold.

Trap mode.

Tacking toes:

that's a crucifix.

Canvas toes. That's a Ubiq hit.

Rel, ya flow sound like gibberish.

Cuz my tones sound ubiquitous?

Crept, à la kitchen; still in the hood.

Left all the bitches. Treat my kittens good.

Y'all in stitches: shake, like Jello, pud,

Cosby; Temple.

Rowdy: Pitbull.

Poverty pimples, puberty pain.

Like the only fun nigs having: drinking malt liq in the rain.

Kill for a meal,

real if you steal.

Peel, 'fore the shield come.

Mills shun.

Deal one,

grills come.

Ill puns.

Chill, son.

Drill drums.

Gotta see past the bull.

Ya shit stink: maggot drool.

Public bath: that's a pool.

Gulp the draft, class the school.

Wrap the Black, ash & pull.

That's how we ease the pain,

how we relieve the chains.

Tired of grubbing grains.

Fired for grabbing dames.

Sex shrinks to keep us sane,

brain crazed from playing games.

We rolling paper planes,

be folding paper cranes-

origami pockets.

Tree frogs in my wallet.

Still serving, slanging solids.

Favor in every line.

Flavor in every hook.

Behavior like a crook.

That's how our rent paid;

that's what my skin say.

Cuz my degree say

all I know Ingles.

Focused on free trade,

something like eBay.

Ten dimes, that's dice-

Espanol pre-pay.

Parties at G State.

Drop gems, for Pete's sake.

Roc mics like Freeway.

Get out like three ways-

some say the hard way.

Bruhs in the hallway

who got that hard yay,

busy, don't call, bae.

Long O, like ball play,

strong D: George Yardley.

Pistons that cause strays

all in ya moms face.

ain't Jean, but all grey;

gloomy like dog days;

blooms in that ball tray,

Randy like Paul. Ayye.
Holy socks,

stolen rocks,

workers docked.

Loading docks

holding crops,

golden blocks.

Poling thots,

soul gets shocked.

Polit plots-

only shot:

pushing pot;

getting hot.

Blunt on roast.

This a toast.

Left all the bitches, treat my kittens good.

Y'all in stitches: Jello, pud,

Cosby; Temple.

Rowdy: Pitbull.

Poverty pimples, puberty pain.

Like the only fun we have is drinking malt liq in the rain.

Kill for a meal.

Real if you steal.

Peel, 'fore the shield come.

Mills shun.

Deal one,

grills come.

Ill puns.

Drill drums.

Chill, son.

Fight feds over FICO.

Youth stranded in cycles.

You sanding ya rifle,

you cramming like lypo,

but blaming the Bible.

She share cuz she Type O.

You live lies like hypo:

K.R.I.T. songs on ya laptop,

3 prong in ya matchbox,

been thonging since sandbox.

Throngs wrong, but they can't stop.

Too long since my rants dropped.

Her phone like a cam shop-

nude selfies and Red Hots:

Eat this if you dare pop-

too grown for her damn spots.

Cheetah, cuz he too swift:

he call her his main bitch,

she caught him with two nicks;

bagged them with just two stiffs.

One sucking on dude's dick,

one fumbling with her clit,

she bust in, like, Who this?

He dump her for rudeness,

lowkey for her prudeness;

why she lost in ludeness.

Used to dress Ortho Jewish,

now she show the whole school tits,

but skip class; acting ghoulish.

She downtown, acting foolish.

You pull up in ya new whip

cuz her lips look like tulips,

see that's ya seed drinking Juleps,

wanna tear off a new switch

cuz that shit making you sick.

Who fault is it really?

Why ya eyes go all silly;

cuz in truth, it's apparent

she get this from her parents.
She a flirt.

I won't call ya girl a ho, but she a flirt.

Is that ya girlfriend? Ionno, bruh. She a flirt.

Y'all getting married? Ionno man. She a flirt.

can't sleep right,

can't get right:

that's Life.

That's Eddie.

Con Feddi's:

they petty.

Big Betties,

dry jetties,

we ready.

We heady,

we heavy

Got Getty?

Nine Chevys.

En Gedi

rob Jennies-

that's Craig,

brickhead.

Slickhead.

Flickded

imped, or

impedi

mentary.

still stutter;

Two Tru's.

No Nutter:

mayor coup.

They utter,

like moo.

Clean Buttas:

that's Tims.

Toking

Park in

repent,

Free sins

by ounce. She

weeping;

Creep in,

sleep out.

Depend,

Limping;

Great Drought. No

simping,

spring sprout.

Big Bens

we flout.

Drinking,

dead doubt.

Pig pens,

pigs out.

Hit men;

kids tout.

Dust in

poor mouths,

gone out.

This system?

Wrong route.

pedo peddle pornos with a smirk,

pullout Pull-ups, pinup pregnant girls in church,

claim ya child caused it all cuz she a flirt.

But you moved ya girlfriend in cuz she a flirt,

or you kicked ya boyfriend out cuz he a flirt;

beg for a breakup, but you got caught cheating first.

That's why you worried 'bout ya daughter; cuz she flirt.

Match my grind,

or crush that dime.

I’m Genghis Kahn

meets morphing time.

Don’t bet on me;

I built the table.

Hart crest on me-

I kilt the stables.

Name dropping nigga,

hang time with wiggas,

dames fine like Jigga- I’m

the blueprint, nigga.

Y’all can’t read schematics.

Say, He too empahtic,

CDs too frantic.

Phillies Phanatic

too keen on scan disks.

Nielsen unconscious,

sleeping like monstrous:

Snorlax-atives,

can’t catch the kid.

My spit ain’t shit, so it’s too hard for them to get.

Genius babies like, These labels smoking wet.

They ain’t get up on this Rel Heart movement yet?

These other rappers seem too plastic- they barrettes.

We put out poems because the world under duress,

then drop a song because that reading shit cause stress.

Knot up Nikons, collect Canons for the rest.

A fucking movie studio up in my Guess.

A student teacher, but don’t ask me ‘bout no test.

Draw, then pump out all this knowledge in ya vest.

If you so smart, why won’t you say it with ya chest?

Even comedians can’t clown us. We the best.

If I was Kevin, I would still be with ya Bess,

milking her for everything under that dress.

Heartless Hart: won’t take that foul, but got that tech.

These stupid fucks still won’t respect, like open neck.
All that hating come from Satan. You the Devil, bul.

Priest, like Nathan. I’m just waiting on my bezel, bul.

Know my words what this world need, so what you faking for?

So-called masters, phony bastards. Why ya brains so ashy?

SoCo glasses, golden tassels got me wavy; splashy.

Couple cups, couple blunts, making you look trashy.

You pretend you don’t hear how my flow be nasty.

Crop cotillions in my cantos; keep the crooning classy.

Waltz with me, talk with me, twist one to keep it sassy.

Name means prince, need a queen. Hope her slippers glassy.

Blackball me? Willow tree. Woes just blow right past me.
Haters tried to put me down- I’m the underdog.

Green and purple clouds, puffing potent fog.

5 prayers a day for my people sucking smog.

Diss me, miss me. I’m the underdog.

but GEDs won’t get them bugs up out ya head.

Study the complex while I’m twisting up my dreads

just so I can break these walls down and break bread.

Health partners housing up these secret meds,

credit collectors who just wanna break ya legs.

Everybody in the framework, we just cogs.

Network be how the game work. Hump the hogs.

My mans told me, Bul this life can be a bitch;

either you kneeling or that bitch sucking ya dick.

I supersede that shit; you could say that I’m a glitch.

Overthrow the foes, but still can’t get that rich.

But my art is.

Right where ya tart is,

chuckling at narc pigs

cuz I don’t cart shit,

but I’ma chart this.

Loons gonna lark this

cuz I impart wis-

dom like it’s harvest.

That’s a SunChip.

They holding gun clips.

You hear that gun click,

you better run quick.

What’s a curfew to a revolutionary?

Cricket from Chirp. That’s too evolutionary.

Burn that prepaid, lose that weight after you move it.

Patriots act on they hate just to prove it.
Haters tried to put me down- I’m the underdog.

Green and purple clouds,

I’m the underdog.
Planet Rave

Living po’, eating cold pizza, nigga.

Lock and load: got that warm heater nigga.

Blocking blow, dirty goals. FIFA nigga.

My Warriors like 3 and 0: Stephen, nigga.

Crossing losses. Flossing bosses in the Cavalier.

Saucing tosses, Mossing Rosses, four quarters a year.

They don’t hear me though. They fear me on the stereo.

Stuffing O’s up in the cereal like Cheerios.

Since they ran they mouth, we gonna vacuum seal that ho.

My nigga told me, Quit the crime shit. You can steal the show.

I’m a thief, I’m a beast.

You a queef. Bet this beat

cause a rave.

Two left feet,

pause the play.

I can’t cheat;

cause: she slay.

Mixing that gin and tonic

with that water ice;

yeah we call that Speed.

Discount price for ice,

dispelling all the greed.

Might treat ya lady nice,

but treat these crazies mean.

They suck you dry like lice,

then move on to the team.

I keep that in my wallet,

just give them this phallic.

They puppets: Wallace, Gromit.

Mold you like Play-Doh vomit.

Get my shit clean: Comet,

then go procure the planet.

Most wanted: Kennedy, J.

Verse go for 10 a key. Pay.

Birds up in Tennessee way,

but we don’t touch them, we just bust them.

These courts be lying. We don’t trust them.

These trophy wives, gotta dust them.

Lames crash the session, then we flush them.

Private party; closed in kegger.

We loot the lotto, lift the lever.

She say our music get her wetter,

she say our movies loose the fetters,

she say our movement tense the tether,

but fuck the fuzz. Turn the crib into a club.

Martinis dirty, so we call that shit the mud.

Forget the puns, I’m just tryna get them buns.

Slugging these nuns. I just wanna be the one.

Leave all the guns. We just tryna have some fun.

Heard this shit too much already, but I’m done.

We fried.

We slide,

she ride.

We glide.

He died,

we tried

séance at the Creek,

and know that when we drink

it’s in they memory.

KrOŏKs.
Party harder for the ones who gone,

wrapped in Romans, boning til’ the dawn.

We don’t kiss these hos. They breath taste like Doritos.

I told her keep that pussy tight, like a burrito.

It kinda tickle when she bite, like a mosquito.

Upgrade: she say I’m MJ and they Tito.

These muhfuckers think I’m joking: Jared Leto.

Be high as heaven, but it won’t kill my libido.

KrOŏKs tell her bring they girls, but keep it on the d-low.

We in the game again, we hitting all these free throws.

You tell they moms they love me, and they be like, We know.
They don’t hear me though. They fear me on the stereo.

Stuffing O’s up in the cereal like Cheerios.

Since they ran they mouth, we gonna vacuum seal that ho.

My nigga told me, Quit the crime shit. You can steal the show.

I’m a thief. I’m a beast.

You a queef. Bet this beat

cause a rave.
Cradle truth up to the grave.

Gotta Jet, no Li.

Kicked that stress: Chun-Li.

In a mess? Not me.

Getting blessed: pot tree,

I mean poetry. Ya flow is weak.

I’m holy, B.

Bought up O’s last week to blow this street,

try told on me.

Like, Woe is me,

Can’t control me-

we own the sea.
They don’t hear me though. They fear me on the stereo.

Stuffing O’s up in the cereal like Cheerios.

Since they ran they mouth, we gonna vacuum seal that ho.

My nigga told me, Quit the crime shit. You can steal the show.

They tell they moms they love me, and they be like, We know.

Nigga, we know.
I’m a thief. I’m a beast.

You a queef. Bet this beat

cause a rave.
Running

Running rings around the rap game, tearing nails off of the tracks &

attracting flack like a conductor. I guess you could call me captain.

Popping potholes in ya traction. If this war, then say I'm packing.

I must be Xerox scatting cuz these rappers copycatting.

Put my poems up in a song, maybe think that I won't notice;

I'm laughing cuz the masses know you bastards' flow is bogus.

Marathon this shit, not sprinting.

I stopped counting, keep on winning.

BMI just can't stop grinning

when my booklets get to printing.

And I'm running, and I'm running.

Graft ya girdles, bitch. I'm gunning.

Praise ya pappy, pus. I'm sonning.

Saliva slap ya sis; I'm tonguing.

While she slop my shit she humming.

I can't front you, snitch. No chumming.

Call me filthy rich- I'm bumming.

Sticking to the script; I'm gumming.
Niggas negative, like Nancy,

invert my church and say it's fancy;

dumbing down this literati.

Public treatment: You the potty

cuz you turn my pure rhymes shitty,

whip definitives to ditties.

They must love me in your city,

play me in the club, like Fifty.

Patiently waiting, like Mathers.

I should say I'm proud; I'm flattered.

Let you put your trash on blast,

while you fuckboys eating glass.

Can't spit these diamonds quick- you bottom shelf.

Yes men ya clique; poison ya health.

Bul, play the cards your hand is dealt.

Lames live to cheat, stressed for your wealth,

and KrOŏKs run this shit. We pace them.

Voices of ten generations

hoisting up these hidden nations.

Train you Toms. Shining Time Station.

Rhymes getting corny; need to be off tour more.

I'm riding round the city in the 4-door

to get up, get back, and give our stores more.

Corporate thugging? Niggas bugging.

Lapdog loving, kissing, hugging.

Under the table, but we grubbing.

Under the table, and she tugging.

Forget the ladle, man, she chugging.

Free from these cables, and we buzzing.

Piecing these projects by the dozen,

gaining weight- could say we chubbing.

Getting fit, though- we stay hungry.

Not Al, but we Peg Kelly Bundys,

and though we party, we ain't funning:

quit biting. Get a bit or something.

Grab ya girdles, bitch. We gunning.

Praise ya pappies, pus. We sonning.

Saliva slap her cheek. We tongue in.

While she slap my shit, she humming.

We can't front. No snitch, no chumming.

Call us filthy rich- we bumming.

Kick it to the crypt- we gumming,

and we running, and we running…
Eclectric

Might be lame:

when ya name

cross my plane,

hit my brain,

fix my aim,

I’m unmaimed,

but I’m tamed.

Not ordained,

but the shame

getting drained

and your frame

is the flame-

sear my veins

but your fame

is a strain.

You the bane,

you my chain.

Fuck these games.

I’m acclaimed;

all these dames

who exclaim

when my art gets proclaimed

that they heart gets inflamed.

This insane,

‘gainst the grain.

Say I changed,

but you changed.

We the same;

we the same.
With the starlight in her eyes,

and the moonlight in her thighs,

why my life ain’t never dry-

when she move, she rise the tide.

Told her fuck these other guys,

she the one to be my bride,

steal the sky to make her smile.

Gonna be there for a while;

this eternal if we try,

and I swear I’ll drown this fake shit, makeshift world in liquid napalm if you go.

These people won’t,

these niggas won’t,

these people don’t know.
With the starlight in her eyes,

and the moonlight in her thighs,

why my life ain’t never dry:

when she move, she rise the tide.

She like, Fuck these other guys.

She the one to be my bride,

steal the sky to make her smile.

Gonna be there for a while;

this eternal if we try.

These people don’t know, these people don’t know.

These people don’t know, these niggas don’t know.
When I met you, I was looking for a nurse;

I was broken, smoking, hoping that you could reverse the curse.

Didn’t consider that I could be the one to heal your hurt.

Now, when I’m without you, it feels like this world is in reverse.

What’s the purpose? If we worthless, I’ma be there till the dirt.

If you heard this, hope it’s working; I’m sorry for being a jerk.

If my smirk is worse, then you gotta admit: you did it first.

Fix my smugness, if you love this, let my thugness be besmirched.

What’s the purpose? Since we worthless, I’ma be there till the dirt.

If you heard this, hope it’s working. I’m sorry for being a jerk.

Know my smirk is worse, but you gotta admit: you did it first.

Your eclectric current just might be the cause of my rebirth.

I don't know,

gotta go.

I don't know.

run from the wind & rain.

Above the wind & rain.

I love the wind & rain.

I don't know.
Strife in the wind & rain,

face slick from all this pain,

game face from all this shame.

Life in the wind & rain.

I don't know.
I don't know.

Gotta go.

I don't know.
Run from the wind & rain,

get out the wind & rain.

Above the wind & rain,

I love the wind & rain.

Above the wind & rain.

Get out the wind & rain,

run from the wind & rain.

I love the wind & rain.

I don't know.
Building sovereignty; Empire in my backpack.

Running low on rest- need a knapsack.

Whole company stay on my back, like a pack rat.

Dying to get this cheese- this country like a rattrap.

Your ears learn to ignore when the gats clap-

dream track sound like snoring mixed with brraatt brraatt!

With all this crying, who can see where the love at?

She in denial, why she be where the clubs at.

Need for survival, so he be where the dubs at.

Neither one ever quite right where the grub at,

thinking about ending it all on the sub tracks.

It's like every time they up, someone subtract.

Working hard to get his life, and his son back-

robbing homes for his ex-wife who was on crack-

15 years behind bars, can't get that back.

He on somebody stoop, smoking, throwing 40's back,

she walked by, stopped and asked if she could hit his Black.

He said, It's more than tobacco rolled up in this spliff.

She said, That's what I was looking for, then she took a sit.

So he listened, while she recapped her whole life story-

She had asked about his, but he said, Nah. It's boring-

Parents never cared, but drugs and sex was always there;

shows and movies lied- they told her that this would be fair.

Reality bitches with they makeup and they human hair

would never give a man they pussy for some underwear.

Would never feed her kids with money from what's under there,

would never catch a STD from being unprepared,

would never wish to catch a spot on the electric chair.

He chuckled, then unbuckled, seduced by her blank stare.
Above the wind & rain.

Get out the wind & rain.

Run from the wind & rain.

I love the wind & rain.

Atrazine and soy used to kill off all our boys-

pump them full of estrogen

and remove all their melanin.

Know these people can't read. Feed them poison in they seeds.

Pesticide sound like genocide.

Latent tribes asking, Who am I?

Blatant disguise:

warfare in products.

Betray their eyes-

whore hair and Prada.

Let vanity catalyze insanity. Pour

policies with Tea Party- Sean Hannity.
Drop a stack on the beat, hit the track and release,

hit the black for relief, then it's back to these streets;

see these creeps getting greased,

on the beach while I preach.

Cost of life getting steep,

dipping death while we reap.

Game ain't fair; foul and reach.

Laissez-faire; play for keeps. Playing Grief

while I denote the deets, scribble down on these sheets

all the answers we seek.

Forget these questions. History lessons

teach us winners can lie and the world won't ask why.

School board teach us to stress over race biased tests.

In a green Nissan Quest tryna see; be the best. Mystery-

must be blessed, cuz them strays missed my chest.

Probably white if you smart, so they shoot up ya car

while these pigs raise the bar so my kids gon' starve;

meanwhile, we buying bullets to replenish the hate.

They aiming ammo at my fam, though

screaming, Fuck yo fate.

That's the mentality poor people live with in the states.

Martin plus Marvin; flow retarded. Fear I'm too late.

Introspection, trying not to throw a intersection.

New age prophets flexing just so we can get the message.

Artists lying, juke and jiving- labels got them jesting.

Devil hiding, demons hiring. Spirits stacked in sections.

Sip a couple on the rocks, aiding my digestion,

then fuck these rocks- I'm taking shots, braving my inflection.

Under the influence, you into this. I'm drunk recording.

If I don't plug this liq, the industry will say we boring.

We thinking bigger, tryna find out why the world be whoring,

but too much conscious lines and most the youth will wind up snoring.

So I'm tore, and off tour, and I'm roaring; still

imploring for more while we flooring.

Fading fast. Somber song- play the organ. Freckle-

free man, so they trace: Tracey Morgan.

Said Freeman, so they Chase: Samuel Jackson.

Commercials jacked, son.

These hurdles hacked, son.

Curdled crap buns- feed that to black sons.

What's organic to a nigga that's been processed?

Court ordered murder to a jury with a posh deck?

Fuck an amendment. Y'all don't see the fucking prob yet?

Constitution ain't Beyoncé. Shit ain't flawless.

Think if I keep going like this, I'll be a target.

If I go big, the fucking pigs will be like, Squash it.

But I'm like, Fuck it. I'ma write it and gon' mosh pit.

My truth so ill, it make native Inuit squaws sick.

Had a billion-dollar dream; Intuit paused it.

They pray that I can't keep my glass full,

or my Raws thick.

But Jah stay blessing.

3 Big Texans

after I smoke a cone.

Scary niggas getting frightened- say I'm danger prone.

I think they toms; don't love they moms, don't get they ancestry.

Like Uncle Ruckus, tryna stuff us in the man's belly.

I'm sitting back, like, Y'all know ignorance the beast?

I'm getting back. Art my table, rap the feast.

Drop a stack on the beat, hit the track and release.

Black & Mild for relief,

strapped with the powers that be,

write righteous raps for the streets.
Polo pillows. On the couch, though,

blowing Willough on the top floor.

Listening to Offering to get these demons off of me.

Hell on Earth in paucity,

or call that Poor Town.

Everybody year, every year.

Nobody safe. Tuck ya social sphere.

Photocopied niggas be so anxious-

rip these scriptures out, then roll up all these papers.

I'm getting faded, tryna cure all this anguish.

Me and haters just can't be related.

Called Nepal, they got quaking ankles.

Katmandu but black man can't. It's crazy.

Need a shuttle; planet getting dated.

Spirits unsettled, so we growing jaded.

I got a job and said, Fuck it, man. I made it,

then left that jawn cuz I knew I was getting shaded.

Let my art shine. You love it. Don't berate it.

Red marks all on my kush. That's how we grade it.
Drop a stack on the beat, hit the track and release,

hit the black for relief, then it's back to these streets;

see these creeps getting greased

on the beach while I preach.

Cost of life getting steep,

dipping death while we reap.

Game ain't fair; foul and reach.

Laissez-faire; play for keeps. Playing Grief

while I denote the deets, scribble down on these sheets

all the answers we seek.

I'm sitting back, like, Y'all know ignorance the beast?

I'm getting back. Art my table, rap the feast.

Drop a stack on the beat, hit the track and release.

Black & Mild for relief,

strip the powers that be.

Write righteous raps for the streets.

My music something like the Golden Revolution.

This revolt soothing. Signees losing, A&Rs choosing.

They say my albums keep them movin, keep them grooving.

Every season we be hooving, keep improving.

What's the difference between me and them?

Painting God's portrait with this pen,

breach partisan, mend Repubs and Dems,

bleach brain stems, make art smart again.

Man saying: Rel losing his heart again.

Angels say, This is your time, my friend.

Some days I wonder why I'm rhyming when

the people I reach still ain't cognizant.

But that's the reason I can't stop;

smanging art until she pop,

and the night that our seed drop

I'ma hand that kid a lot,

fill that lot with guapy crops.

Don't give a damn if this shit flop.

It's about more than the cash.

looking for land so we won't crash.

You would think I had a stash,

you would think that I'm the Flash-

cure spirits fast; grab a flask.

Puff, puff, pass, greener grass-

that's on every side.

All these nonsensical laws, bruh. We can't abide.

It's two choices: You can fight, or you can run and hide;

you can be a lonely pimp, or you can find a bride.

We be them royals. Hear them horns?

Make our blood boil, all this scorn.

Don't mind these roses, but these thorns

been in your side since you was born.

So where the lilies at?

Playing drunk pity pat;

thoughts scrambled- this and that;

lost scandals- myth and fact.

They teach blacks scribble scraps,

treat browns like they expats,

then hide that Scrabble pack;

holding our power back.

Man saying: Rel losing his mind again.

Angels say, This is your time, my friend.

Mix weed stems with this art and then

heal brain cells to make us smart again.

This right here Eden's fruit.

The only artist group

that give you life in work;

who bring in light's rebirth.

That's why I keep it curt.

Quiet, but hear my smirk?

Know something you don't know:

through us the truth'll grow.

Doo Gro: this foolish flow;

got that Leroy Bruce glow

If this church, we the steeple-

we tryna save the people.

If this Jihad, we the sword.

So what you warring for?

Hijabs and kufis on;

right now you hear the throne.

Allah's moans in a song,

Jehovah through the phone,

or Yahweh in ya iPod,

or Buddha sampling "My God";

Pusha T with Clipsed degrees.

You phony fucks ain't fooling me.

Third eye blind- some us can't see,

so it's back to this tree, tryna find DMT,

breaking boards in my gi,

breaking whores in with glee.

Yeah, I be sinning.

That's why I'm thinning,

but breaking fast soon,

take trips to Cancun

just to get my pineal right.

Y'all can't wait for this next video, right?

Reach for new heights cuz the industries trite.

My oldhead Larry be like, Go fly a kite.

But how you win? Wind, you can't see the end,

or plane park when you lost in the dark.

On our creating, they be faking on the charts-

say we won't make it because we the upstarts;

shunning originality, spreading slave mentality,

burning principalities, but saving they technology,

dosing them in college greed, but don't teach them geology-

Man saying: Man, Rel losing his heart again.

Swear to God I heard Hym say, This is your time, my friend.

We Spring to Fall. I heed the call; bring it around again.

Alpha's promise to Japan,

Jupiter in Allah's hand.

Just want y'all to understand.

On a journey to the moon on pubic transit,

reading scripts to Peter Pan flicks in Sanskrit.

Your birthday, ya worst day: the same second.

Gotta grasp the Essence. That's the secret weapon-

like if wing tips on Icarus was quick enough,

we'd realize that these riffs and stuff is trill enough-

too tough; titty.

This KrOŏKs. Get me?

Man said: Damn, Rel losing his mind again.

God said, Rel, you found ya crown again.
Oasis

What's in a name?

What's in a book?

What's in a Nook?

Life's a song, life's a song, life's a song, life's a song.

It's a song, it's a song, it's a song. It's a song,

life's a song, life's a song, life's a song, life's a song,

it's a song, it's a song, it's a song, it's a song,

and it's wrong,

and it's wrong.
How you choose between a custom, and commandment?

Something like what Jesus preached back when he ran shit.

How you choose between the government, and loving it?

Something like what Martin, Marvin spit when bud was hit.

If I could, I would put all this love on double disk,

but let's be honest- I'm not wise enough; I'm under it.

Plus, we be too busy to take a little time and blunder it,

but that's the only way we ever gonna conquer it.

So, I take the lies they teach us, and I sunder it,

then apply it to my story, and have fun with it,

cuz, to be real, what else is there to do

but bring the truth in poems and songs to you,

and you...and you, and you...and you.
Life's a song, life's a song, life's a song.

Life's a song. Life's a song, it's a song.

It's a song, it's a song, life's a song.

Life's a song, it's a song, it's a song,

life's a song, it's a song, it's a song,

life's a song, and it's wrong,

and it's wrong,

and it's wrong.

It's a song. Life's a song, it's a song, it's a song.

Life's a song, life's a song, life's a song, life's a song,

it's a song, it's a song, it's a song, life's a song,