CHORUS: Dialed up some mice head to see WHUZ KRAKEN tonight She said she just broke up with her man So now she free like Mandela she bringing a box of Philly panetellas Hazelnut complexion, Cinderella Nutella Let me be ya fella Cinderella Nutella Hazelnut complexion, Cinderella Nutella LOOT: If Brickz is aiming for your face he ain't gonna miss your teeth BRICKZ: But I bet you probably will when you can no longer eat LOOT: Don't speak, I know just what you'll say and that shit is weak If silence is golden you deserve the wealth of Mozambique Remain silent, Rap's always been tongue-in-cheek Up on cripple creek with no paddle I went and sprung a leak I'm way too smart to stay quiet but way too dumb to speak I'm taking puffs like a muhfucking tissue thief Too anxious to remain static, too horrified to leap Bring me chips and salsa, a joint and a M.D.C. CD Fuck wit the fam get the dot like a dippin' be Channel my words like history, Anansi with the wizardry Blizzard, misery, scissory, Kathy Bates, Bathanape Ankle brace, paper plate, smoking watching Baker tapes In the morning for my lady I'ma make her crepes Lassiez Faire enough, fake is fake and haters gonna hate Great is great and later won't be long for now, chile 199Now style, throw beef up on the cow pile A lot of rappers have nothing better to talk about than how they fuck your bitches mouth While jackin' swag from Swishahouse, but shout out Slaughterhouse like they're actually underground You owe half your revenues to Screw's children's mouths! But you won't pay it and that's mad pathetic Clean the wound with antiseptic, paragraph begin indented But tonight's about the future and constellatory orgasms and Zod!ac Sutrahs Male/Female maneuvers, good buddah and caviar beluga BUMP THIS SHIT IN YR WHIP LIKE A FUCKING TUMOR (CHORUS) BRICKZ: Cinderella Nutella, Cinderella Nutella I'm bout to make you get your groove back like you're Stella I'm a hell of a fella, better grab an umbrella Coat tailer, money long like dope dealer More scrilla, never have I rode a four-wheeler but I want me a chinchilla and a pocket full of dough Call me Tarzan with these trees, everybody wanna hear my flow Cause my shit gon blow like "Woah" No, my shit gon blow like "What?!" Like a grenade in your face better back up quick before you get fucked up Rough City nigga, we so tough Rough City nigga, we go hard Like a system in your car, turn me up, yo, it's your part When I finish what you start like a race at the finish line Me & Loot, we like Dre & Snoop when it's dinner time: WE HUNGRY (CHORUS)

It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you Without an ill rhyme to step to I’m back and trying to say something without being on preachy shit Since losing the Fellowship I almost went nuts on some lychee shit Previously I never thought I’d get burnt No Prometheus but the fire’s lit beneath me like a stove and skillet median Come median and get topped like freestyle grafitting against KRS-ONE Run rabbit run! Only the speedy win! You MP3 but see the CD win Opposites define I’ll intertwine your spine with the mind of the divine when I spit sublime See, sick rappers water down the freshness of hydration just to try to get rotation on radio stations But once you get spun and stuck in the loop, it’s done Where once was the motive of fun is now a puke-green Benjamin It’s sorta like Ben Buttons, as you age the profits shrink In just the blink of a second the center of attention becomes the brink of a nasty ass land before time ass muck and meyer pit Fuck going pop and getting trapped, I’m coming harder than plier tips I’m tighter than tire knits, on point like Jada Fire’s nips In the cut like wire snips, Mad Money like buyer tips Nah, I ain’t got money, but I ain’t doing that bad economically especially since I cut out recreation hydroponically And Sonically I’m Knuckles, that’s to say I’m sick like Brickz Got more wreckless bars than electric guitars have broken picks I’m avoiding making a hit like trying not to put elbows up to your face But if you test my mic integrity Melrose get put in place For months I’ve laid dormant and snoring like a sleeping grizzly Treating what was once my life like a chapter in ancient history Did you miss me? I hope you did and if you didn’t: FUCK YOU ‘Cause I’m back to fry these chickens up like my ass works at Cluck-U I’m in the house of the rising Sun Tzu waging war on mediocrity and hating all this sweet ass pop shit like cans of Shasta be Not for nothing, but a lot of cats is bluffing like some bumpkin cousin claiming he grew Georgia’s biggest pumpkin And the government is plunging when I though it couldn’t sink further These Republican-ass munchkins got morals like orange sherbet in the sun When the heat’s put on them it’s all gone… HEY TED CRUZ What about my Grams blowing about fifteen grand every time she needs some chemotherapy pumped in her hand? And what about my Dad (RIP) his condition makes me sad, I can’t change shit about that With no pen and fucking pad unless it’s a check… All disrespect to the government not Jim Kimmel Kanye talkin’ not for sale when he’s been pop like yesterday’s pimple It’s simple, read between the lines of the American flag’s red (IT’S WHITE GET IT?) Yr better off dead than supporting the feds… The Republicans distract you like “LOOK! A Muslim bomber…there!” Let’s repeal their salaries, why waste time with Obamacare? The Democrats ain’t better, they’re just two rats chasing cheddar When the cameras roll they wear the mask like V for Vendetta And we all wear a mask too, Paul Laurence Dunbar’s mad true On our fake faces like tribal Maori tattoos I’m trying to be the white Papoose without all the SNAFUs and throw shit at the system like baboons at kids in bad zoos Gadzooks! Like Shaggy said to Scooby “Why go see a zombie film? Life’s a horror movie…” I guess I came back to rap for that very reason Last fall it was trap, then throwback 90’s the next season?! I’m someone to believe in, ‘cause I ain’t on a fad Shoutout to those that’s listening I missed you all so bad It’s LOOT, y’all ready know I got you open like a scab Scraped off a drunk bitch in heels who fell out of a cab I’M BACK.

LOOT: I disemboweled a little girl, put her guts in my knapsack When home and gobbled that shit up like a SnackPack Went to the park right as it was getting dark Bent my boner to make the shadow look like a hammerhead shark Left at around nine to fetch a bottle of wine Came back with a sack and an illegal smile like John Prine Sat on the bench for what seemed like seven days Ran into Joan of Arc and asked that bitch if she wanted to blaze Ooops! Wrong choice of words, I shoulda chose 'em better Two twelve-year old girls: Now that's what I call a double header! Sp-sp-sputter when I'm spittin' like my mouth's a beretta Lucy is to homicides like Cheez-Its is to cheddar Meanwhile back at the ranch the plot thickens like gravy Still sitting on this bench when I spot this old lady dressed like a nun Decided to have some fun, penetrated her anus with the loaded clip of a gun She made too much noise so I had to slit her throat Then I fucked the wound like tenth century Muslims got fucked by the Pope She clearly had a cold, my cock was covered in phlegm Wiped it clean until the head sparkled like an exotic gem After that I saw Marlon Waynes, he said "Don't be a menace!" Made him get on all fours and spread his cheeks like altar boys do penance When I pulled my dick outside of him it was attached to his appendix The smell itself had me choking on puke like Jimi Hendrix Slit my wrists and Achilles heels Landed face first in a fire ant bed so I could hear myself squeal Came to the SIN-sation of ants in my urethra When I glanced down my dick looked like a swollen slice of pizza Then I squeezed my cock like a Gogurt tube filled with puss Got a rush off seeing the lemon custard colored mush Face flushed, I stumbled on a girl scouts troop Made the leader wetter than an Indian food buffet poop I bent her over backwards and fisted her in front of the group *Jizzing sound* I came inside her, my Plan B was an ice cream scoop I dropped my salty ball of genius in a Carvel cup Slit the throat of every girl that wouldn't gobble it up Stabbed my fucking neck with a candy cane I sharpened up Took two things of Thin Mints for the road and nyuk nyuk nyuk I started hearing sirens, ran behind a man walking his dog Beat his head to cherry Jell-O with a nearby log When the pigs asked me what I saw I told them Rover did it He's recently gone through Snausage withdrawal For some reason they didn't believe me, tried to handcuff me to the bench Castrated the male piggy, raped the female one with a wrench She screamed "Please stop!" So I smacked the fucking bitch And told her no job's too small for tool man Tim Taylor to fix Punched her in the cunt and threw up all over her mangled tits Grabbed my pet Pink Panther and filled her pussy with Kibbles-N-Bits After that I went back to my house and caught up on some snores So that was my summer vacation, tell me, how was yours? HOLDEN: Hm, it was fucking great, where do I possibly start? Well I got part-animal, still mostly cannibal Hannibal Lecter, I'll wreck your chances of survival with a smile Why so serious? I'm delirious with rage, animal in a cage You left the damn door open! Just hoping I could dance around in your blood A sudden thud and then disaster While I plaster my basement with your brains I'm basically insane Plain as peach pie I'm the guy with murder in his eye Why try to reason with a terrorist who's errorless in his precision with incisions? No decisions, go for the arteries heartily Part of me just wants the voices to stop laughing So I'm attacking til the screaming stops I could give two steaming plops for my enemies They all turn up dead eventually Mentally deranged, so I rearrange faces like Picasso Is that your blood? I thought so… Please avoid the carpet and next time please make a harder target Fuckin' A man!

CHORUS: If you could only see who I see within you You wouldn’t let your criminal record spin you Into a downward spiral centrifuge I don’t want to see you washed up from the spin through I don’t want to see you washed out from the spin through I just want you to become the man within you VERSE 1: So much potential within you, I gotta wonder What drives you to make mistakes and recover with blunders? From petty theft to possession of a bag of death It tears my heart out of my chest to hear that you’ve been sleeping on a bench And you were arrested with vomit scented breath from washing down crack smoke with booze instead of paying debts I remember when I met you by the blue rock You had your favorite chillum tucked away inside a tube sock I never knew that would lead your ass to smoking what divides it I never even thought that you would try the shit But time slithers away and effects numb Struck dumb by the horrid news weighing like ten tons My homie, one of the few who actually knows me Throwing away his composition genius like a rollie that's been smoked down to the butt I was like "WHAT??!!!" when he told me I couldn't believe he red-dotted his arm like pepperoni on a pizza... I don't want to be a believer... CHORUS VERSE 2: It used to be just alcohol and reefer until the shallow water wasn't enough and he went deeper Designer drug chiefer, looking for the answer at the bottom of a beaker Product tucked inside a sneaker And when you relapsed after a couple months of recovery All the fears that had been bugging me really started to trouble me like What the fuck is Vivaldi doing on Molly? What the fuck is Brecht doing on Meth? Why the hell is Bobby Kennedy on Ketamine? Why is Malcolm X smoking a bag of wet? What I'm saying is a natural born leader shouldn't waste their God-given sense of direction following a hologram seeking connection on a path paved by a way of life that misled you Don't get me wrong, I ain't judging what you've been through I just don't want you washed up from the spin through I want you to become the man within you.

BRICKZ: da criteria libria be in ya area kick flows to put fear in ya fuck hearing ya in nigeria people listen to me cuz all da africans i got now be sending me beats got music out in da streets better call da police i dog a bitch in da storm have her licking my d man u iz not in my league so wat da fuck iz doin i kno u rappin to rap but i be bringing it to em i bringin it to em and i dont even need id every flow for flow nigga hiv how sick iz dat u can't get wit dat now all my niggaz take a sip to dat we in da back wit no chase tryna tear up da place u fuck around and get a scar on ya face for being laced and niggaz on da run right now just caught a case so play i safe niggaz watch us cut to the chase got all this butt in my face bitches thinkin I'm touring its like I'm jordan and shit man u know how I'm scoring u know that I'm scoring and u don't really mean to be boring but right for now ima hit up lauren to see wassup nigga I'm drunk, trying to roll up the skunk I got bitches in the back of the trunk I said, nigga, i'm drunk, yeah nigga i'm drunk and I got bitches in the back of the trunk whassup LOOT: I'm fresher than the poonanny of Nikki Giovanni in its prime I'm so wavy when I bathe I start tsunamis Intricate inception like ingestion of the taste umami Haters hate me probably cuz I'm swaggin' like a swami origami ricky bobby Smoking at the Hobby Lobby bumping "John Wayne was a Nazi" By nature Jersey's naughty Aye Carumba, jumpin' George Lopez Speedy Gonzalez, Selena Gomez topless in my bedroom Giving me head room cuz I'm her red groom Slide in like a sled do Loot Brute, spit like Brotha Lynch but look like Redfoo Guess who stress crews, it's FELLOWSHIP nephew! I don't really care about a ca$h advance Fellowship leaving the underground??!! BITCH NOT A FUCKING CHANCE Loot Brute, mythical, Swagamemnon Rappers couldn't hold their own if they were clutching their bloody tampons I got my stamp on this track like it's a letter I'm the King like Scott Coretta and I'm only getting better A lot of rappers caught the M.T.V.D. Always hawkin', talkin' bout the stardom that they'll see BIATCH PLEASE the only way you'll ever play M.S.G. (Madison Square Garden) is if you hook Chinese food up to your PS3 in your T.V. Yours truly suck my D-I-C-K, L-DOUBLE O-T CHOC: Tales from the Cryptographer, seeing Signs like Shamylan when the plot twists like Oliver Problem solved, it's pouring through the colander Said "Fuck being a follower" My liter is undistilled, my heater is unconcealed So you see I don't underkill Blazin' coming straight outta left field like a catch by Gary Sheffield From the cesspool to the west end to the sess fields with the best blends I've never seen a drought like the wetlands in the dark When I'm parched off my target market like a shark does to carp Sharp as a dart, smart from the start Slow and steady wins the debate Horizontally integrate like I grew my dinner plate And/or I packed in the vape, squinting cuz I scintillate Glowing as I ruminate Oh, girl got a deficiency? She just need the Vitamin D Piracy of privacy, I'm in it like her diary Can you smell the irony? It's all up in your face like Ivory (soap, muhfukah) And can't you hear the langolier? Some go insane and hang in fear It keeps the word ringing clear from here to Niger FUK YEH, alternate control then delete Put your soul on frozen flesh meat I'm eaten' like Kobayashi getting fresh with Ms. Freshly Fuck 'em up like Joe Pesci in… Well, every movie he's in he's deadly! Hey, look at this guy with a crook in his eye! I'm drawin' my speech and they reach for the skies The sweeter the pie, the bigger the leech and the fatter it gets as it eats you dry Fiber savvy web of lies, uncanny valley recognize Advance and be mechanized, efficiency needs specialized Emphasize the hyper-real, Reel-to-reel I seal the deal I need a meal cuz it's hot: McDonald's coffee spill In the mix with Loot and Brickz, designer rhyme syndicate Nobody is innocent, the only thing I see that's near and dear is Venison Tall, dark, and silky Still rather be dirt poor than filthy and now you say you love me? GUILTY.

CHORUS: Who am I when I stare in the mirror? I don't even know the person any more looking back from my reflection Trying to bounce back like the image that refracts off the pane of the window But my hope is my deception I don't know what happened to your boy I don't understand what happened to the dude you were friends with All I know is gradually I got tired of liars and the smell of shit so I exited the pig pen pit I understand that biologically we're both the same but that only pertains to what happens to our veins after pin pricks Half the people that I've met that think they have a bounty of knowledge when actually put to the test merely rescind it I resented friends judging my personality like a salad be in a review on Yelp C'mon, I'm insecure enough man You don't have to say shit like that As if I really need your help Why do we always act like we got each other's back but in the middle of conflict while you retreat I'm thinking in my head how we were never even friends though I know we'll make amends And the cycle repeats, eats its own tail An oroborous without fail Becoming an alcoholic, spend too much time on Long Trails Struggling just to call it do I want heads or want tails? The bigger the amount of bread you got the more it becomes stale And the bread basket has turned into a dust bowl Just tap it and watch the powder's fragments mushroom in the air It's getting harder to breathe in here Inhalation restriction then vision constriction span expands as the cloud grows I went from being burning hot to out cold after my first album was ignored by the surrounding zone of my home Took it straight to the dome, depression sank in like stones thrown into a cold stream Problems arise like steam off of a pot of tea What's the definition of me? I mutter within my sleep and it often escalates to demonic visions and screams Shout out to the Philippines, may the victims rest in peace CHORUS

I'm the whitest kid you know, call me Jack Frost Plucking on my lady's g-string: ass crack floss Something like a Macintosh update contract clause Fine when it comes print, king like Ras Kass' namesake My flame rate is about as much as my bong's frame takes I sprain eighths and compound fracture quarters with the spark aiming at eight strains of Indica-Sativa blended into the same fate This mane's great…I'm something like a phenomenon I spit fire fast, bitch: Charmander Ramadan Striking like the image of an upside down black cross Deadly to intake too much like breathing next to black moss or mold I'm foretold by prophecies in The Gospel According to Loot: my own intellectual property Every night I dream it seems satan's trying to talk to me to the point when I watch home movies I can see his aura stalking me But he ain't body outline chalking me, he don't mean a fuck to me like you Dunkin' muchkin plunkin' dumplins fumbling to puncture me But none of y'all can rupture me, I grow mountains from mustard seeds Y'all ain't getting fuck from me like illegitimate Usher seeds All y'all getting snuffed for free, Manhunt 2 on PS3 I'm sicker than patient 33 quarantined by the C.D.C. C.C.D. doesn't have more fucking class than me Half these acid rappers trying to cheapen tabs are crap to me Chill Wavy Gravy, tripping ain't a roller coaster ride It simply opens up your mind for you to take a dive inside It just so happens when you open up and swallow Yr tripping so hard you don't notice you dove into shallow water The kind you get at Pathmark for a quarter The kind that gives you plaque and a tooth decay disorder I'm Wayne Shorter hopping over borders to play saxophone in Mexico Yr Dennis Rodman gassing up a dictator like Texaco My girl's like my schedule: flexible I'm not that impressed with you if all you do is flex the tool Yeah, yeah, and I know you're not impressed with me Even though my rhymes make you say "Huuuh?" like a confused Master P Charge it 2 da game like Silkk Da Shocker with a Master C-A-R-D Yr H-A-R-D-LY harming me with that weak bar physique The Shah Sleeps in Lee Harvey's G-R-A-V-E B (EB Games, get it?) game point, bitch, NBA2K3

CHORUS: Swag in a bag (in various forms) LOOT: I'm riding a razor scooter Loot's on point like a fucking laser shooter New Year's resolution: start ignoring haters' rumors Green party hot box like Ralph Nader computers (smoking weed in a small space, get it?) Nonchalant vagabond, fuck a tagalong Bumping "Leaving Babylon", Bad Brains marathon It's Loot Brute, I run shit like a decathlon More laid back than the bed that your mattress on (just kidding I'm a tense motherfucker) I smoke them big blunts: monolithic matter horns Lyrics or the flow on the track: which one matters more? The answer's both, blunts I roast Crumbling herb like a piece of toast Slash and burn technique when a Dutch get close My flames start forest fires but the wood's wet Peeps that knew me when I started are like "Ayo, he good yet?" I think the answer's obvious Like Nookie said, "If you don't want the sauce, playa, don't stay where the pasta is" Loot Brute, swimming swami origami pedagogy All this whisky got me feeling groggy Probably sipping on a Saki Seniorita southward feeling soggy I put the L in Elrond, make it disappear like Dobby Try and stop me CHORUS HOLDEN: Stay blazed on haze that fades color Duller blunt force trauma comma coma After master blaster bong Faster roller than a fucking coaster Toast your roaches Coach is no designer, no label Stable supporter of underground economies Probably knees knobbly/wobbly 'cause of how high I be Tree higher than the forest fires in drier Redwoods Said good weed the best medicine after laughter I start coughing dolphin cotton mouth Bottom out your bowl pack Whole snack stacks in packs On attack, munchy/crunchy Go ahead and punch me! Face got no feeling, mind reeling off appealing odors Wise Yoda, funny Abe Vigoda Hit my quota of the toca, no coca Thank you, please, trees I seize in the forest Bored less, deplore stress More sess than your set For chance I forget the exact weight Act straight, stay stoney, no bologna homie Only green, never brown, choke it down Fellowship stays smoking clowns and toking down CHORUS CHOC: Lassiez le vonton brûlée (it's French dude I have no clue how to spell that shit or what it says) I'm yesterday's version of tomorrow today Suspended anime, living like I'm already dead Head soaked in ambesol, chain smoking menthols and TetraHydroCannibinol Aw man, I'm about to have a fit again It ain't so peachy in the pit I'm in Time is dwindling, anti and post-meridian At first I was a simpleton, then I got petrified Pineal gland decalcified Separated from the herd and learned to cultivate my hill Create a gap too large to bridge, a space too definite to fill Detach, unlatch, dissociate from the world I loathe and hate Just to eliminate how juxtaposing forces correlate Take control of soul and fate, I just need a vesicle Sensation is extra exceptional with delectable edibles It wasn't by chance or happenstance that humans and plants are allies like Greece and France, to each his own Surely the streets will stay dirty like in Paris That's why I keep my passionfruitopia awareness With the swag in a bag, got some shag and some zags Get all the snacks I can grab and spin a track by the Flag 'Cause I like to let loose when I untie my shoes Always take the scenic route to avoid the SNAFU Look around, what's over ground was once under Earth So when I touch the lush I like to say it's nice to meet her

VERSE 1: Dear God, I hope you kill everyone for my birthday So I don't have to go to work today and I hope it hurts in every Miley Cyrus twerking way The back bone of this country is Spina Bifida vertebrae Every day for the Army is murder day Heard 'em say the murder rate is like McDonald's burger rate Low cost and convenient like the crimson plastic burger tray Blood bubbles like Poland Spring aquifers and percolate Decimate 95% of all discarded waste is made by 5% of the planet, most with enlarged waists The media's preoccupied with race but who said what instead of fixing Section 8 I'm bugged by the N.S.A. literally We are the repositories for the elites who treat citizens like cyber bullies I wish it was a story but it's fact Maybe the only way that we can fix it's with an atom blast VERSE 2: Sickle cell economics trickle down anemia The ones controlling FEMA are the ones running the media It's fucked up like appetites after appetizers at Applebee's Automatic anamatronic arms alleviate appendages with arteries that atrophy Yet H.I.V. is still L-I-V-I-N-G A future too foggy to see It's all wrong, maybe Ras was right about me Indigenous life quality became deceased, my nature threatened three continent's peace Now I sleep on the grave of an Indian Chief and watch the sky's unnatural hue Glow a sickening blend of green and blue and artificial white I have to squint to see the stars now sterile from light And the fucked up fact is this unauthorized pact is what lulls me to sleep every night.

CHOC: I'm far too fly for the seat of my pants Ain't a hoe getting deep enough for the seed of my plants Rap used to be my romance The answer's no, I don't love you and neither do I trust you, wilding everywhere like kudzu Need to check yourself like one, two Life ain't gotta undo, used to be the place I run to Now I want to bring a gun to Not bullshitting, I miss the past days of same ol' kickin' Moved on up to first class, today they're serving cold chicken Plain revenge on a sinner ever since placenta swimmer Yeah, I got a rap sheet, it always jams up the finger printer Internet celebrity, wireless infidelities Saved me a trip to everywhere to yell "I'm inhaling weed!" When the ride gets turbulent a turtleneck's a tourniquet It makes sense, if life isn't why would death be permanent? LOOT: Coming this winter, straight jackets by Mother Nature in the form of blizzards, hurricanes, droughts and other natural dangers Winds that catapult Rove Rangers into individual shopping chambers in department mangers the size of Tony Hawk airplane hangers Catalyzed by melting ice at the apex of the welting eyes where the sky and ocean collide and bind Remind your mind it's all a dream within a nightmare As the night nears fear rears its ugly head Death says "I'm right here…" Global destruction speaks of natural resource combustion Something snaps beneath the crumbling infrastructure of Earth's function Murky sludge corrupting pristine lakes across sixteen states that depopulate instigates over a dozen fires across a span of twenty hundred acres (pronounced "aches" for effect) Ducking flames, the world's a giant ocean so the fire spreads as the oil grows in waves The raze shaves the Earth of grassy blades A maze paved by the haze of burning, drowning flame.

CHORUS: Girl you said you don't really know him and instead you just wanna know me. You just broke up with your man, so roll with me. LOOT: A Legend of the Hidden Temple, I'm a green monkey My shit's bananas, I'ma have to make a Sundae While you watch Adventure Time wearing' a snuggie I'm dipping' games in honey bumpin' Bun B countin' money I got twenty bucks enough to fill my tummy Does I throw down? Is an egg's yolk runny? AKUMAlating Blanka when we kicking it like Chun Li Dead Pres stacking four old men, No Country Call me Keith Morris in a Taurus rubbin nubbies Call me Henry Rollins in a dirty van hungry Actually don't call me, cuz I'm probably busy, dunnie Chile, I'm the shi'ite like I ain't cool with Sunnies Whoops, I meant Sunnies, watching LOTR movies Tryin' to feel on this chick boobies but she isn't feelin' Looty It's all groovy, or should I say gravy She was dressed up like a tramp trying swear she was a lady Blah blah blah blah something about modesty In social situations I'm more awkward than abusive ex apologies Shootin for the stars like I got beef with astronomy Peeling back the curtains like I studied gynecology Possibly I'm fresher than potpourri Religion makes a mockery of human rights because it hides hypocrisy Whattup Grandmaster Caz Whattup Charles Bronson's stash Whattup the Charles Bronson split with Spazz I'm John Nash, brilliant but off-kilter Smokin on a Pall Mall red minus the filter I'm f-f-flowing like a fish, no Gefilte My whole team made of magic trick, no Matilda RCG Fellowship connect to get sum scrilla Y'all know we mo trilla, stacking papes like bob the builder Can we fix it? Depends on how severe the damage is It's a rap, Brendan Fraser bandages BRICKZ You already know I don't need shit but I can make you feel stuck like Speed Stick With the speed dick, I'm out of control You like the way I feel in and out of your hole And I ain't here to play no games, I know that you're shy And when you like a guy, girls don't lie It comes out when the alcohol just in your system You know that you get spinny Tipsy and frisky, I like it 'cause you're risky Now get me and we can play hide and seek Under the covers, you like to play nasty games I like them nasty games! ;-* Let me rub you down with something It ain't about nothing, so girl stop fronting Your man won't stop calling, he keep bugging You know I'm in the streets all day and we thuggin' Getting the money, getting the guap You know, I'd rather do life in the box (your vagina) with the bars And I ain't talking bout being in jail I'm talking about because I got the bars I spit penitentiary rhymes and all these bitches is turning from niks to dimes And you a dub, so what you need to do is sweep me off my feet So we can fall in love! I like that, it's a turn on and I don't like when girls turn around just like doorknobs (TALEX BRIX G.O.A.T.)

CHORUS If all you got in yr pocket is a bus pass And everyone that you know's who you trust last Raise yr middle finger to the sky like "Fuck That!" We're taking a stand, we ain't accepting no cutbacks No cut backs, no cut backs Middle fingers to the sky, we're taking no cut backs No cut backs, no cut backs Everyone I've ever met's who I fucking trust last I've recognized a lot of faces and lived in a lot of places Been accused of being tasteless, been encompassed by many female embraces Some have ended in break ups or in a similar fashion, Marc Jacobs, they've finalized in make ups and take ups We're taking back what's rightfully ours Fuck climbing the summit, Absolutely's reaching for the stars but we ain't getting no calls from A&Rs so we cover up the scars by swallowing Xany bars Waking up, nine o'clock, tie, suit, shoes That life ain't enough, though it might suit you Eating potatoes for lunch and dinner on weekends Splitting a half a loaf of bread for supper with three friends and looking at Choc I hear his belly grumble You my brother, motherfucker, respect for keeping me humble Snowy days in summer is on the way In a world that packs heat a blizzard will get you paid And til I got it made like Special Ed making trouble I'm shaving pennies off of the pound, saving even the stubble Livin in huddles, sleeping beneath the rubble of the bones of the skeleton of a Fellowship that crumbled My life goals seem outta reach like hubble shuttle Tensions are raised high like a gravedigger's shove post-mortem What happened? I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't miss my old consortium And I don't book studio sessions 'cause I can't afford 'em I started this rap shit to fight boredom All these rappers lie and labels they just record em Obama promised the people change but he just Martin Short 'em Some times I think my girl half expects me to bottom out before I belly up, trying' to fill my belly to my mouth I swear now FELLOWSHIP til I'm lifeless Whether from an overdose crisis or bloody knife tips And I'ma ride til I die like D-Day Watch how I make a splash: Sea World, V8 I knew since six I was destined to be great and I ain't holding back no more Charles Dickens' Cheapskate I knew since ten I was destined to bend the concept of a poet like a willow in the wind I knew since twelve scattered in every cell were bars that would be the key to me escaping jail CHORUS

LOOT: The hydrogen blows through my nose, taking aim at my foes Look deceptive like a black sheep draped in wolves' clothes Intestinal tie crooked, stitch vaginal skins to towels Call me Alex DeLarge, milk and synthemesc in my bowels Eating decomposing pussy in a freshly laid tomb At the second coming of Christ I'll suicide bomb Mary's womb I'm on Suspiria hits of acid that makes synapses sear Then cut your heart open and hang you from a chandelier Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he acted so foul When I was twelve Richard Ramirez said he liked my style Sharpen my tongue, confront you with T.H.C. coated lungs You'll get burnt on spot like flying too close to the sun Slam the gate of the sepulcher, drain the blood from my wrists with six slits, grim drips from slick scissor tip snips Take my blade and give you lips where your neck should exist Oh, did I slit your throat? My bad, I guess my knife slipped SICK SHIT. CHOC: By nightfall when I crawl out of my cavern's umbra Like this modest rotundas waking damsels out their slumber With a chill as cold as tundras it's a mid-summer's nightmare Bright full-moon glare from the eighth house of Aquarius Arousing sanguinarius nefarious, the scariest Impale you with a staff, blast, half-step to death Homicide note: G Treble clef I exhale the devil's breath and sink my teeth into edible flesh Fatal attraction, mortal magnet, bottom feeders caught up in my dragnet Vast girls get drained and laid stagnant Abject, half-dead, half-Sudafed when I mix the potion Get the notion that an interloper's closing in Bram Stoker's ring around the neck choker Ligatures, my signature, I'm sinister Actin' all into her, then when I taste her innards I'm like "Bitch, thanks for warming up my fucking dinner"

CHORUS: People always ask me if I'm happy and complacent I usually say "Yeah", a social situation face lift but Face it, I'm never gonna make it out this basement VERSE: Another Friday night, another set Another hoard of people staying for two songs and leaving in the middle of the third one to grab a cigarette I glance over at Master Peace, a ceasing of my breath I almost skip a line but come back with the right one at the very end of the allotted time, the verse goes fine He starts to come in with his section of the chorus as I notice 85% of the room has ignored us People clutching solo cups, laughing it up I see a schway (that's montclair for drunk) hipster chick throwing up on what I assume to be her boyfriend's brand new shoes Some of the crowd steps back and moves, my pupils peruse The chick that I've been eagerly anticipating to see us live has gone "poof!" When the set's over I would try to talk to her but right now I'm so disappointed and angry I would only bark at her See the thing that I think they didn't realize was that I stayed for their band's set like five times But clearly she's an image, my mind corrects As I realize my part of the chorus is about to come up next I fuck up on the first word, nobody notices I turn to Holden and he nods his head like "Loot, go for it" Choc-RULA as usual ain't here But like usual I drowned my social fear in a pool of bear End of the set, only six people left Glad I made their night better but I ain't getting a check Sound difficulties abound miserably We're taking this lack of an audience thing kind of pitifully Tonight Loko will get laid, Holden and Cupcake will go back to their house, have a spliff and fuck break I'll go with Nookie Krisp to sit in the little backyard I have with Slevin and talk about how chess relates to math But when I get alone I'll either want to cry or shrivel up and die Or get on a plane and fly into every kid I know's apartment in this town Jih-odd man out, I get so wound up just to feel so let down After my set, DON'T give me a pound and say "great job, bro" if you weren't even around My eyes work, numb nuts You're not invisible I kind of want to put you in condition critical 'Cause I don't give a fuck that you missed it, that's your loss I just hate a fake fuck who gives you ego applause if you didn't earn it or didn't actually deserve it and if you did they stayed for two songs and the second one, they barely heard it 'cause they were talking Get to fucking walking, get the hell out of my office! AND STAY OUT So as I put the mic down and the music ends I stare with grateful eyes at my six remaining friends CHORUS

CHORUS: 'Cause it's a long way to the top Separate chicanery, the chaffery from crop's cream Life ain't really what it seems Days spiral away like a drip-drop dream Drip-drop drip VERSE 1: I'm twenty-two and living emptily My innocence invaded by my adolescent entropy "I'll probably improvise if I end my life eventually" I contemplate over shotguns my lady lent to me Life blows my mind all the time like John Kennedy's assassination playing steady on a loop infinitzed Peer within this eye and try to tell me that it's all perspective You get out what you put in: definition reflective The world around me wants me to subject to the objective point of view but I objected that view for the subjective And when it comes to fam I get protective I hope you can respect it I hope you'll disregard when I'm defensive In other words, I'm never trying to offer the offensive but if that's the way you take it Sobe it like lizard beverage All I can do is offer you some leverage Leeway to trim the hedge with Three days to resurrect with But all I give to myself's a headache Trying to collect the crumbs remaining from the prior bread break Sometimes I feel at thirty I'll be stuck living in Red Bank A system of being a relative prisoner minus the pruno and red shank I'm the last of my kind, Population rewind Get ready for lines at the bread bank When recession arrives and depression deprives it will weigh on us heavy like lead tanks 'Til density crushes and weight reprocusses the strain will drain us of our fervor From paper we write on to burgers we bite on, life is kept going by murder And it's a shame that at my state and age I forsake the Holy Pages' Grace so I can blaze away With my conscience like "So this is what we're gonna do? Sip a brew, receive, take two and pass, whip out the next Bambu, then stuff that full of twenty bucks and lick and tuck the paper glue… two decades old enough to know better that's what you pay to do??!" To the man in the mirror, I've always hated you I hate what you've made me become despite that I created you So even though I'm getting faded like an 80's doo My problem's prominence becomes more pronounced than a camera zoom Just give my stamina room, some room enough to bloom Spread out like perfume, packed tight like buried gold doubloons And as long as I'm living and breathing and kicking I'm breaking down walls and I'm scratching and sniffing and screaming and bitching and hoping and wishing Pacing in public like a pigeon Don't know whether to follow bread crumbs or intuition CHORUS VERSE 2: Drinking black coffee and staring at wallpaper wondering just where I'm headed Another year older and I just feel colder like "Who's letting all this fresh air in?" The worship of gold, the wealth unforetold, the smudging of the cloak of Aaron The reloaded role of the planet of Jade, avoiding ancient Armageddon And I'm only now getting the punchline How do you think its flesh would feel if you could actually touch time? I think of how frail my flesh feels as I touch mine For someone so good with words when I actually need them I'm always tongue tied Me and the troops that I've enlisted shall surely represent the twisted, lifted and the gifted And though some of the paths that were once crossed have drifted I'll stay loyal to the FELLOWSHIP 'til my bucket's been kicked in Kicked in like the door of Christopher Wallace's home robbery victim I picked him to be the simile for this evening Looks can be deceiving, it's alright, I'm only bleeding And as I bleed out without the familial comfort of a familiar tourniquet I realize life is a college of suffering with credits of pain And today I'm learning that death is permanent People are murderous, friends often turn against those they were loyal to Over time love gets wrinkled and tossed out when the feeling is through like aluminum foil do Big Brother is watching but we are all voyeurs, too On the fence whether to picket like Sawyer do Peaceful protest gives police more control of you That's why where your soul should be feels like a hole to you People are desensitized to others' pain My own friends act strange when I mention my Father's name Some of them treat me like "Get over it!" and I feel shame for nothing more than wanting to keep his memory alive like the Eternal Flame of JFK Rest in Peace, Dad, I miss you every day Day by day I have a new reason to not let you fade away I miss you like crazy, my life feels so empty but I know you're in a safer space I feel so selfish for wanting you back, I wish that I could take your place But it's a swap I'll likely never meet I wish you all the best, Rest in Peace in the right hand seat of Elohim It seems our time together was a dream Tell Mommy I miss her and give her a kiss on either cheek I'm so lost down here, my outlook is Mordor bleak Inching along day by day like a cop's Dodge four-door creeps in the hood Whoever said "life is good" is an extremist Whoever said "life sucks" is just an experience elitist Negativity and Positivity is like panoramic pictures to get the job done stay in the middle Don't be so convinced that looking inward should always result in light or always result in dark Remember that there's white and blue flames from the same spark And that's what we are, bonfires of breath The extinguishing of life is the commissioning of death Don't be scared to love unselfishly, 'cause that's where wisdom Enters and reflects out fivefold like a Pink Floyd prism Pacing in public like a pigeon Don't know whether to follow breadcrumbs or intuition CHORUS