Lost ones and a lost soul doesn't know the mystery behind his history coming back wanting payback, play it in the Maybach, and lay back, and take that, face that, you'll never find your way back, your lost, I put the petal to the metal, knowing I'm a rebel to the level of understanding that I don't see myself, a vessel, that's a rhythm for your nation if you wish to lead an army in a harmony you love, mastering the art of proxy wars using oxymorons, and leading all my enemies to think I was the weakest link with strong connections, that's how you form a bond with robbing souls, I call it "making a killing", the perfect toll of hyperbole and so tonight will be the night you struck the nerve in me to ****** the ******* that never heard of me fully, you heard?!, never complicated, it'll be easy to die the fastest, plus it tends to be the nastiest ones, from the flashiest guns, no need for asking me I demonstrate it happily and leave some room for silence-later, the science behind the triumph, I cannot explain, it's the feeling that does the talking and pleases the brain.

The Midas touch I may possess but turning water into wine is my greatest aspiration that trumps any means of charisma I felt I had to flaunt.

Wanna be a martyr?, a living legend justifies it's harder to die for what you lived for or lived on, it's a time where we contemplate leaving fore we even see the light cause it wasn't for us to see, let them glorify what the culture never mortifies, leaving vultures in the dark, leaving a mark, to ****, the critics, that never criticized criticism being critical to what's right in their face, respect the effort if you even don't respect the mind behind the mind over matter, shall I insist?, first of all let me give it to em first, first come, first served, first seen, first heard, secondly, the job is done.. putting the feeling within the meaning cause I mean it..and it's proven in a second, every second represents my second time to prove that I was second to none, and my fans second that cause I put my fans first, they're the second to hear it, after I approve it first, and my body of work can catch a body in a heartbeat setting time still cause it wastes time from your life, your life expectancy could grow as the beat goes on cause my work is timeless in a time of apocalypse, the greatest hits in the vaults, if you think you're ready then your fate could be your fault, walking the walk and still talking the ****, that would make you high on life cause the **** is legit.

So those on their death bed better watch out cause I'M COMING TO GET YAH!, I'M COMING TO GET YAH!

I can't go missing cause I listen to the gun that made me show up, it pops off, I pop up and shot from the start, accurate enough to be better than what I aimed for, this is what I came for...distorted in the matrix, I enjoy my animation, and though my hype is patient, vibrant vibes are my vibrations, can't try to hide hating, someone taught you wrong, maybe cause they love to hate the love you hate to hide, forgiving all the Saints that beaten my boys down, they try to teach em how to be saints and never get complacent, plus they keep it on tape to make em remember the days of old, the wild wild west learns the ways of the ***** south, better watch our mouth next time, if we can collaborate we make it last forever, though we show em all our skills that prove we're better than we were, might injure each other we should expect the friendly fire, inspires us all to not retire as an enemy, we shall be higher.

It's all water under the bridge in which we walk on, we talk on where to go next, holding hands symbolize the mutual respect we have, the do's and dont's that come from I do's, I got you, you got me, it's you and me, happily ever after with laughter that captures memories we'll never truly live once again, oh no!, oh yes!, oh no!, oohhh yes!..in the end it's all smiles and childish games, where all are friends and wild, this is- how we came...never in shame, but learning to walk, we fall many, many times, but we still talk and live on.

Charging on my visa cause an idea was just a cheater, funny how I claim my finances was my new leader, pleasant to meet ya mister preacher, come on challenge readers, instead of trying to make us feel good, try to make us seek the, truth behind the church, it hurts when we know the worse, so put us first before I burst, and end up in a hearse, know that it's hard to teach some with your visual, look at me, I'm just a self made individual, better judged as a criminal that blows and punishes his family, situations facing tracing with the inner man in me, this insanity, is ramming me with loose cannons, affecting more than just my health, it brought a greater famine, of me just somewhat standing lost in the imagery, that I need riches for these stitches, ******* feeling me!, really they peeling me!, they know they got me in they bubble, they're grouped up in huddles further bringing me the struggle, put me in the puddle, baptize is the only answer, need to induce an inner truce before I die of cancer, the devil's plague, it is opaque, I need to see, the greater truth behind myself before I'm questioning the whole sermons vermin.

What is humorous is that I never knew what humor is😂😂...

A man's plans ******, he scrams as he scribbles, his autobiography automatically, obviously, he knows he's lost, the loss from a curse, even worse this was ever since his birth, momma never seen it, daddy never knew it, plus I'm adding to it.. I should stop should I?, I'll just illustrate it further, I was authorized to do so, no ***** work, it's as clean as it comes, you know it's real as you come and go, the deadliest flow, for the one's that deny.. they wanna know how, well I'll let you know why-we traded places going to the lowest of the low, you know, below these hoes we will be sold, behold free gold is fake, qualities they take make it look as if it's squeaky clean till the freaks come out as green in the night, the light of day coming right away, you will die today, can you hang?, you won't come close, being sneakier than most, specimens of this regime work as if they're down to earth, but they're alien to me, I came to find, they're not one of my kind, just the powers that can be that could see me as blind, have a good time but mind me, as being sober, fit to pass this test as I look over my shoulder, I can't keep it low-key, this ignition gotta know me, I'm the definition of high drive in those streets.

I admired you through silence and didn't want to be anywhere else. I cursed you out through my words and rushed you to get me to work. I told you that I love you for the first time since marrying you. I chose not to talk to you when you wanted me to and needed me to.

I cannot pay a man's dues,
But I can be in his shoes.
I cannot sing him the blues unless he's hurt feeling bruised.
May not completely be true,
but this will probably make him confused.
I may just make him amused,
but I can always be in his shoes.

I blurt terse so it stopped in a knick of time- the worthless verse that was dropped as a pickup line, infrequent sequences that tried true blues that cue my prime moves to surprise pride and survive when outside my few.. issues that's misused and pursues none- since I heard about a virtue I searched two bums- for their demeanor, all I found was misdemeanors cause they heave what they disbelieve though it could relieve their prestige, question dreamers, bring the flocks between the knots cause the paradox clocks in fraught- "whether or nots", this letter had sought- the lever, if it's better to tether or never endeavor it's clever cause we stem off its lock.

If you talk your faults notice you walk with shame...

Lay it all down where I lay my head, I feel I've sunk the mothership, coming with this other ****, you could smell it.. I never tell it cause it's right in your face, come to your senses for a second, don't judge me, know your place as an observer and don't be served.. your thoughts saying I should be on top of my ****, I want none of it at all, but this is how you know me, after all this is my life so I can't fake around the homies, something that is solid, I just wish it rather drains in the ocean of thought-from which it all simply came, and much attention paid to it, got me wishing for some new ****, and back at square one trying to shape it out, laid it out where to go from here, and it's clear not to choose to stay far, to bail from the living hell chiefly in the mind, and warrant the amount of trust needed to stay off the radar, though I've had a slump year in the slums, this was homecoming for me but still the cost ain't cheap, with a price on my head and as this dollar loses worth, since birth it was a bullet with my name on it, just not time to strike yet, giving me the time to see it coming, too many false alarms though that always keep me running, alias with daily use, you could call me crazy, I just take it like a man so whatever happens happens, plus I run my mouth as it is, mainly talking bout the way it is, so just imagine how I handle biz.

Save us all!, save us all!, save us all!, my glass is filled full yet I'm not yet fulfilled, I hope rainbows help pain goes, I kiss the sky, it's a long kiss goodnight, I see you in my dreams, hope that you catch me when I freefall at my door, the ******* is flooding my mansion where more turns to less, I confess this latchkey is not masterful when I'm unhappy, my happiness right behind tough skin, puffing that dough though it bothers me still, why can't I make it unless it's a thrill, prayers that's laced with my hate, I embrace it and contemplate fate, I'm faded!, run *****, run!, run *****, run!, run *****, run!, run!, breathless from all this violence that was done, blindfolded, back against the wall I see, I struggled to embody me free!, the pity in streets...

Provide yourself a little break, and come to take on the patience of a man who could lose it all tonight, where every move was calculated, count em all as useless if he uses them to do what he was used to doing, eyes bloodshot red where you could see all his years within the sight of his mind, I find peace in what's disclosed, cause that's what he knows..I find nothing that scares me, challenges the vision but perception won't impair me, I find that he's in blindness, and this is me on steroids, it's stronger than drugs, you see the changes before and after entertaining strangers..feeling sorry for the kids cause I wanna be their voice, knowing it's a choice to let them play, and live and let live, I've got a hit-list for ones that didn't get this message- I give em mercy asking "how they want it?", and that was business, cause now I've got another hit, I'll be the hit man..the proof is in the pudding..never do the things you shouldn't, but either way I'm doing what he should've did, we could've been a force, but he would've been scared cause I got enemies of course.

Reception of my conception was testing the schemes with the questions, I never became it's possession if it led to stressing, of course oppression is a lesson learned if it's earned, if you flexed the term, Quest, was the next concern, adjourned to it's burns, kept risks that could've slept, every single step, heavy breaths, tingled reps, though a mingled text, brought you amateur perception, brighter words could've served you a pure reception.

Condense into a dense comment with common sense, when we hit the fence, we tense and **** suspense, praise will dispense a prince into a king, immense power will nourish and flourish you in the spring, ding the bell will ring and bring you cross the layers, haters turn to strayers and smiles will hit the players, prayers do their part outsmarting the sparse darts, strength will push the carts that start to strain the heart, narks will turn to sparks and follow the sorrow shame, then you pop your collar cash dollars in street fame.

I despise my "sorry", violence at all my parties, I've come to witness my "sorry" scars me and made me tardy, remaining thick and hardy, tough skin is thin from within, and all the rules that I bend- can't hide the ink from the pen, foretelling all of this sin, it's kin to being shoddy, and so I reap what I sow, and though revising copies, can mean a different plotting, It still can never stop me, be better off getting bodied by those who wish they shot me, and so the rules it's taught me, is that this life is blotchy, dotted with spots of false knowledge, that closets me as parted, just wish I never started, what I can never finish, watching my words diminish, while disses get replenished.

I'm justified to **** the justice system from behind, and let the homies hit it cause it ain't no fun if the homies don't get none, lady liberty is bribed-to work for thugs mansion, in exhange for a makeover, we find the man guilty!, scapegoats caused packed jails, and bond is useless, use whiteout on blackmail!, this black male who was right out this white man's world.. hope his standards- can stand the test of time, I'm sitting on my morals and demand I have the time, to plot against the system so my brothers can avail, don't wanna cause hell, but in a subtle sense I wish to rob it blind, as the middle child I could slip between the cracks, and find the reason why my father failed to tell his son the battles' just begun for me- so come strapped!, I never meant to grip a gat, but once I heard the facts, I can't take it back!, they better take my life!, and be the reason that the world turns faster, I would've made it standstill, and let em see a real disaster.

It can be tragic when the hero is anti but tries to win.

Shall I stunt and make it ring?, in the heads of the people that would wish for anything, but being blunt, what do I bring?, I put my overall lack of having things over everything.. meditating on it everyday, feeling empty in the present moment living the truth, show and tell is the game we play, wait until I make something out of nothing, It'll blow em away.. your wish is my command..as soon as I see it, we can be there and then be friends, I wanna drive there, I'm a good driver, cause when I go on and on, my driving puts people to sleep, kick off your shoes, relax your feet, let's say we trade places at the end of the week, I'm gonna, give you time to vent.. cause you never need a filter, feeling cold and discontent.

I'm a beast, in this release, I got peace, bringing new beats to the streets.. so when the people peep the pieces, peep the pieces people!, a piece of me gives you peace of mind, never going hungry, keep me on repeat, piecing me together, just complete the puzzle, people will compete, will you keep your hussle?, cause the struggle will continue when the people lose their mind being selfish, people prove they're helpless to each other, I keep it color concious cause these color commentators keep the commentary colorful and graphic.. but our people keep it black and white, why we need it grey?, guess they're tired of the truth, so the lies kept us straight on tract for contact through combat, comrades turning through the crack contact..and my contacts never believe, so I keep em out of contact, put it in the context, keep it as a contract- cause we never will contract if we counteract, can I get a hand-clap please?!!, wonder why those high-fives brought me to my knees, now I hit em with a two-piece, just to keep it g- but they keep a tab on me- tell my fans piece.. got love past streets to the og's, and the homies seeking release- in this release, I got peace.

Don't give me praise for what I do, give me respect for who I am...a creator.

The glory days, a story told so many ways, but let me phrase it for beginners in a maze, I'm more than happy just to welcome you within mom & pop shops, barbershops, liquor stores, candyhouse, sugar daddies, we all together in the Sunday Service, it was the one day, we all got along with new purpose, my brother on the block thinks it's beauty on the surface, but he knows goody 2 shoes bad when it's time to walk the walk and rehearse it, he quickly killed my spirit so I ride with my boy, he a real *****, but his tangibles are ****** up, he's trash only treasure to the trash that allows him, to talk ****, you talked back and he lost it, I can't defend you, cause it offends me how you took it first, he's not the first to make excuses, or just to prove a point by pointing out he points the finger at the one who has his hands up, winning our sympathy, made a run for his money, but he just, had his hands out and we said "**** him!", were we a helping hand to his demise?, I'm buried in my hands deeper than he'll ever be, do you feel me?, get a kick out of it as I kick another line, kicking rocks at a crossroads, and soon you'll kick the can, I chose to kick my habit when I lost both legs as a veteran that lost his own mind with the feds, & company.

Baptized in private for the rapture of the public, but you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gon love it, see you can take the boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie cause you know my spirit loves to see the white man bleed, to feed my kids for generations, what's a better temptation that I could think of?, well, staying hungry though it's not revealed, a hidden track in my lost and found life full of searching for myself, that's a cult classic!, if I died then it drastically sales within the underground I call hell, heard you call it unique, I brung a presence in a way in which I knew my purpose well beyond the grave of this mainstream *******, never giving answers to the question I had, "What's to die for?", if you lie just to keep you alive, selling out, feeling safe with the one's that got your soul on lockdown, shoot first, ask later!, why I had to be a killer to the whole **** industry that made me a killer?!, you can't tell me how to live though you tried, I'm sentenced as a menace cause of testament where fools tried to test me, let me live!, I got the passion to collaborate with you if you're only resurrected from this ****, we gave it up, living on Mars, feeling stars blow up!- fore they shine, and leave true scars on this *******, and that's the only light I see from being undercover, and that's the cover art *******!

Business as usual, a resolution hard to commit to, maybe cause I'm trying to forget you, it ain't you it's me, it ain't me that sees things without you, ain't it a clue to you?, friends overrated, but being underappreciated by one that wants to make it on his own, grown men gotta learn to own pain, they created or it's fated that we live with shame, and be the same, am I to blame?, every step that I take is like footsteps on flames, I avoid speaking names and recently got my number changed to fit the code of conduct I must live by, so why bother?, why not leave me alone and make history fulfilling what I want for once?!, it's your greatest chance to make it, brothers put the cart before the horse and never get a chance to make it right.. cause now you're borderline on a boundary I will never compromise with the ones that try to cross it.. my unapologetic means to be straightforward, only left a brother at the crossroads, and exposed, for letting it get this far...I guess it's a bar, I could never set.. or maybe I'm just eager to stop, giving up too fast, I should make it last, in regards to your *** strictly judging from the past, my hindsight caught me from the blindside, but I don't give two *****, I've been reality's *****, and it led me, to following instincts from my mind.

Ruin the ruins, the red and the blue, living through the rotten core dead and in you, the punishment of running it but missing its sound, only cause it never stuck but seemed to stick around, initial annoyance, through secondary clairvoyance, the third eye pointed it's a poison that was poignant, the metaphor used, said its more abused, only by the ones that lack the insight, choose news towards views that blinds the strained optics, runaway options with topics that brainwashes, optimistic dominance that help to understand, why populist power can be and lie within the man, stand on your own two feet sideways, stuck within a crooked look that took live aid.

My ears become amazed, my eyes no longer hazed as I gaze, into a surrounding city where the sounds got me lost in a maze, grab a saxophone and play, got all the time I have today, see the world gets stuck just on one thing, till that thing just ain't the **** one day, that Boney James got me rocking, Dancing Fantasy got me knocking, I'm stopping and clocking out my job so I can keep on jocking, the beats got me lost in a trance, time to grab a girl and dance all night, cause I feel like, I'm out of sight, so let's do this right, let's not fight, it's my delight to be a gentleman and enjoy the scene, thought California took the cake with pleasure, but I never seen, harmony to the full extent, relaxation to the heaven sent, backgrounds that make me lose my breath, what a perfect setting, now the times are set, bungee jump, never tried that yet, even though my fear of heights and death, got me thinking taking second chances, scandalous times makes the days go wreck, this Jazz City slowing down the flow, creative mind just let things go, like **** smoking, super senseless joking, got you doing things you never done before, ask me to go?, I'm staying here!, ***** you see I'm happy here!, ain't nothing but those sounds of cheer, that's the reason why I kicked you out of here, can't resume my fear, bring this sound to youth, jazzy sounds will bring you out the truth, going back and forth through the years you see we still act up and we choose to shoot, turn that car and loop, back to this city, free your mind from high sadity, talk to your soul while your words are witty, thank you God for jazz city.

My Intelligence is questioned, I guess the route I chosen out in life had others guessing, about the common sense that I possess in my possessions, with nothing left to lose I must confess to rest the stressing, so now I'm learning lessons stressing what I gotta do to make this right, the decisions I make- beyond this point affects my life, If I wanna be happy I must excel on to the light, this Early Life Crisis increases will to learn and fight!

They say hard work pays off, for your homeostasis your brain must never take days off. With overtime I was showing I was superhuman...

I'm microscopic in the topic of philosophical nature, I label you my saviour if majoring in my favor, but later, you learn the reason I deal with acidic razors, lay lasers on stray haters, debaters, and commentators, outrageous, I get contagious, and never spacious, courageous, must strategize all the stages like making raises on wages, you never claim humans praises cause through your phases it changes, and though you're aging, their raging is bound to caging your brazen days.

Refrain from the pain in your own shoes.. your experience is universal, regurgitate the taste it would bring, and recognize your perfect at rehersal, as you realize in real time, you feel skill-wise, though underneath what still lies can ****, target the artist regardless of how he paints the picture, he's illustrating he would never specialize in taking risks to differ, so mr lame duck laid a goose egg for the first time, at the worst time, but it's a birthright, he passed on what can pass away any day anyway, in many ways, so let it pass for today, I figured from a past time this would never resurrect, coming to the term where it hurts to admit, I fell down once as a fool in this ****, funny how legit in an unapologetic try I would turn the table on myself counterclockwise, the advantage was a lesson learned once again, and it could fool once, twice, or never end.

I'd like to focus on your sense of why you like to dream about me, smelled the scent that I had left, though you resent the schemes that doubts me, cross your brothers train of thought, guess you were caught up in my frame, but don't you recognize, you must accept this rep, respect disdains, all the pain you pertained if you really sort of like me, precisely, you entice me, but this ice tween us ain't spicy, it's like we know it bites, but it ain't right for us to mend, the way for this to go is if you hope you can PRETEND.

The time it took accepting myself, it took some time getting used to you too, I moved through, all the time feeling who's who?, if only you knew, how much I love living anew,  though I had a reset effect, I'm back in ***** mode seeing what's next, told me to settle down so I sang a subtle song saying "*******!, I pray you got the message", cause it can save your life, giving you the peace of mind to apply it and never try me *******, I won't pick a fight but I will wanna fight when you bark you can bite off the homework I did, I hold my purpose sacred so whoever wanna take it gotta live it, never give it, all its business you must pivot on, a chronicle of chronic dedication, I compensate the record with the purpose that I'm making one better with creation, make another great again, but being loyal to my trend, that still ascends.

Depict a man's position as conflicted if he feels convicted, but do we listen to his fiction if it changed positions, his use of diction hit precision when I saw his vision, so do I question his condition if he feels it's instant?, there's no solidity if misery will pity thee, sinner's hostility will draw inner facility, false innocence embedded left him when his heart had said it, so let his guiltiness unfold if his soul was dreaded.

I open my bible I want survival, first thing that comes to mind is disciple, live with that title, cause Jesus CHRIST is my only idol, his word went viral, but still some think his message ain't vital, their suicidal, several billion lives torched right in a pile, live for this while, around the goons that take my best and give death threats through trial, find it hard to see their image their finished and in denial, I put my life to his and settle through reconcile, his sheep are not saints but they walk free in single file, we live by the word no demons heard he hears me dial, the code that gives me breath from death on to survival, now welcomed as HIS own I'm known as his disciple, so I live on with that title.

Check your thesaurus, enjoy the chorus by falsettos, go forward one letter and then you pedal towards the ghettos, blessed with the spiritual, lyrical range of concepts, quick with unkind reps, but my steps define self, though buckled with strange belts that felt as if they just came a loose, remember Juice, it seems a truce to things is never true, so I subdue but risk the chew from the world around me, baritones will sing the songs of what all surrounds me, I travel soundly to Illmatic cause the stories inspire me, entirely, brought into a view of society, that fires me, driven to rip holes in living soul, but I maintain hold cause the cold is bitter froze, fit for whatever's told cause the blows are pretty late, will I return face to the gates that keep me cased, if I dodge base, and the hate of deadly shrooms, that spells doom in the room that's getting groomed, facing an interlude that intrudes to not consume interest in flowers bloomed that resume to bless the noon, forever in the loom of the goons that get me wore, quick to cause sores from adoring the corner stores, It is bleak but you will eat when you just retreat, watch the streets cause it competes with it's fad critique.