Cottonwood Stark Babies need the sky to open, babies need hearts not broken Babies need a chance to breathe; babies need their parents to see Did you Miss Me, out there in Space? / The outline of your waist taste so great/ We move like heartbreaks/ Away from a city which evaporates/ Into memories, where you left your coat/ Of innocence, I stood there with a cup of tea/ In a sense, I bathed in fabrics of cotton/ My armor which was made by ancestors forgotten/ Snake charmer, your Medusa whispers/ Driving blind men mad with stone cold visions/ Close the window less with feed the neighbors/ Your accents thick with drips of pomegranate/ Flavor reveals such peace/ Crickets stood still in such heat/ And I turn to ash as we dance on the beach/ At least take me in your hands to scatter me/ In the depths of night, where many bodies burn/ I give you animalistic lust/ Downunda the belt line of Mother Earth/ You’ll find I won’t pull out of plays we rehearse/ Even a cameo in your bedroom/ With all those fancy robes would suffice to let bloom/ How amazing I am, you do say? / Do you lie? Since you’re more amazing than me/ You’re guilty of lying/ The gavel I’ll bang in the courtroom you’re tried in/ I’m eying you in my graffiti/ Your blood lines rich to give me diabetes/ When I bite in, where the night stares/ Don’t need makeup, makeup needs you/ 4 you got this man, where the less worthy/ Can have my legend, our myth is left worldly/

SweatShop Kill a mic like Bob Barker/ Beauty chasin’, best offer/ Showcasin’, hold, patience/ I believe I fly, migration/ You believe my mind is tainted/ I be eating stir fry, Asian/ Killin’ on the track like a heroin attack/ See, Hip Hop had me in her veins/ I can, shadow box with soul, man/ Maxwell coffee, hot damn, shots, jams/ Gilbert Grape, my pot? Clams/ Can’t box me in golden crisp/ Polygrip with Molly’s hips/ I’m holdin’, controllin’ not showin’/ My hands writtin’ murder shit/ Workout plans, sweatin’ bullets/ Kill me softly, weapon movements/ You can do it if you choose it/ Hot revolver, colors, pull it/ Laundry room is where I bathe/ Fresh address, is there I stayed/ Men in Black, Forget Me Nots/ I’d Robot with Megan Fox/ Economy, I’m mad livid/ Arkum Asylum I’m tryin’ to be like that committed/ Married to rhymin’, digits fairly divided/ Midgets starin’ at Giants? / Fe Fi Fo Fum/ When I spit them floods will come/ Purple Rain, Jokers Wild/ Poker Face, see her smile/ She goes Gaga over ‘Ye/ See them powder as they sway/ Rick James without the slammer/ Superfreak, no Hammer/ Kingdom Come, Old Jay/ Judge me sentence? No way/ Reasonable Doubt, Old Jay/ Mona Lisa eats a pizza/ Giant Ego, Barry Bonds/ Homerun Guns, what stuff you on? / Lounge with Kolas, I holla/ Eucalyptus tea with dollas/ Who’s the business, I move with quickness/ Break any nose that will lie like dishes/ I sit here with the apostles, hungry and breakin’ the waffles/ As I shot billiards in blizzards, you know my rhyme is gold/ Virtuoso, I know so so so many stutter steps/ I can get Agnostics to buy into my flow of wonder, blessed/ Leather dress, Heather, Yes? / I barbecue with tenderness/ I barbecue with cheddar best/ Be my guest? Uh huh/ Miscellaneous, simultaneous/ Like any Bush I am invadin’ it/ Not explainin’ it or evadin’ it/ Stadium status, gold? Arabian/ You can move like this so so fine and then breath You can move like this so so fine and then breath You can move like this so so fine and then breath 1, 2, 1 , 2 , Y , Z

“You’re Awesome” fet Taurin Look at this weather, together we stand inside the frost/ Thoughts are motivated, hearts are orchestrated/ To bleed, and dream of a wonderful world obscene/ Valleys of rivers dry, image of Maybelline/ As I, fall back, the draw back of my mind frame/ Is studyin’ everythin’ that came in our time frames/ I’m clearin’ off all the antonyms/ The human heart is a synonyms/ Honey drippers, smoother than the Queen’s stinger/ Lost inside madness the world will be givers of/ I’m tellin’ you how I will feel/ You tellin’ me that I keep it real/ But I will sleep still, instead of buildin’ bridges/ My heart’s open but the ocean is mad frigid/ I’m showin’ you what’s in order/ Marvelous reporter, the barrier is colder/ Take down, take down your barrier/ Strip down, strip down your borders/ I’m the reporter, recorder, their lies, in order/ I study your fiction inside the gentle winter missin’/ These shoulders, are strong enough o lift borders/ Carried away, wherever peace of mind stays/ Misery in the city, ecstasy in the pretty/ Hazel eyes that reside in Aquarius type of feelins’/ I’m killin’ time on the regular/ You’re spillin’ wine on hysteria/ I’m more toxic than you ever were/ The calendars that will die in the middle of October/ I speak to you though you’re far away/ The sands move, but the warmth stays/ When we embrace, as we take off/ Can’t have jealousy for jealousy hates us/ For we took off all barriers/ So noble, as they have so many borders in hysteria/

Starcademy New Dawn mornin’, our story? Similar to warmin’/ Explorin’ manifestos, integers of 40/ Gorged on the finest of fruits, color of suits/ Soup of the day, the galaxy’s far away/ The moon so heavenly, steadily with coldness/ Reminds me of myself as I am readily so focused/ Nameless rappers wanna suffer my wrath, sorry I can’t/ Hear over Champagne runnin’ for baths/ Better than your average Pilsner, Val Kilmer/ Batman Forever, dark night eternal/ Word play learner, journal? Young & the Restless/ Not a rebound, its bullshit, no Dennis/ I got octaves, look kid we’re Blackhotness/ Breedin’ up these zebras on the Island of Black & White/ Rock it like Drexler, texture? All win/ Jean said “glorious songs are the muscles of her limbs”/ I said wait now, wait now/ Cause we goin’ up to space now, wow/ Take pictures on the way down, down, down, down…down/ Bayonet flow, that means I’m stickin’ 2 yo ribs/ Image never changed like the 2 dolla bill/ The fridge ate my milk, so I open up its stomach/ Nourished as a rapper so it’s hard to knock my substance/ I’ve done it, she said “dag, nab it”/ So I grab it by the coat tails and shake off the winter rabbit/ With my one and only, my baby mama’s the future/ I’ll support her till it turns so bright! / Cooler, Feta ruler through maneuvers very saucy/ Goin’ downunda like a nigga turnin’ Aussie/ Prawns on the Barbie, beer calories/ Make Foster the middle name, my reality/ Never distorted watchin’ cartoons with my kid sis/ Max & Ruby, that’s on some real life shit! / Me and my wondrous crew, summer in June/ Is how she felt yellin’ out “Rod, why you do it?!” / I spit lightin’, mix writin’, this linin’/ Forever young and exictin’, I Botox timin’/ That means sharper than Eye Rings, Adrenaline/ Whenever I’m steppin’ in talkin’ like “Ladies & Gentlemen” I’m Professional

Pirate Ship Mishbehavin’, love you savin’/ Under mattresses, I’m stayin’/ Positive in all my cravins’/ Give a dog a bone; please give a dog a loan, hey! / I’m payin’ 4 all your changes/ Dirty, filthy style the money’s made in/ Amazin’, economics? Regan/ Blood on the dance floor, Red & Cajun/ Creole soul mixin’ blood with the Natives/ Black & French so my heart ain’t patient/ Come here and enter this paintin’/ It’s still wet and the leaves are stainin’/ Games Acclaim, in other words? Famous/ NBA Jams, on fire ragin’/ Misbehavin’, love you savin’/ Enough to feed all of those hatas/ (Freestyle) Yo, like an overweight Ghandi/ Whenever I come to the party/ Droppin’ Bacardi, nah, typical/ Everything I say is subliminal/ Inside a digital world, mind frame/ Everything that I say and claim/ How they goin’ say that they bring shame/ To my game, oh no/ Only I will just do that, how? / Who are they to say that they’re then and now/ Wow, they have a lot of faith/ If they thinkin’ they can handle me, they need to learn their place/ Never hatin’, always savin’/ Always rhymin’ the same type of way/ Because it’s amazin’ the way that I spray/ Rhymes every single, every single day/ Listen to the words that I splice and dice/ Genetics? Poetic. Yea, Fisher Price/ That means I’ve been doin’ this since grade school/ Who are they say that I ain’t made cool? / Cooler than the other side of any ruler/ Now you know that it’s truer/ I don’t understand how they flow/ I don’t understand why they want to say and go/ Who are they say that I ain’t in studios/ I’m Mandingo Warrior, yea/ I don’t even mean to be this way/ It’s just part of my heritage, hey/ DNA, is a hell of a drug/ Listen to the words that I say and then plug/

Beauty Queens II I took her shopping, Galleria/ Fresh kicks with a bit red pizzeria/ The sauce still on my left Addias/ Remind of the times we would eat those Caesars/ Merchants greet us, but no, you’re back at home/ Meanin’ your real home, left me with just your phone/ Covered with your trace scent, lost text, I can’t believe it/ It’s like we haven’t even met/ Colder than necklaces, beauty stays hot/ Back in the day, forgettin’ me like Mookie Blaylock/ I walk the mall and I can’t catch my breath/ You’re busy runnin’ away as I feel I’m left/ In Hell’s kitchen, ordered with the Franklins/ Vegetarian so no need no wing, man when/ We smiled with those shoes on/ In Louie Vouton you do be wrong for eatin’ croutons/ I ask how could you just steal my breath/ I stepped into the soap store since I’m not that fresh/ Guess that’s not funny either, it’s like, follow the leader/ Feel like grandpa when them hot women call him greaser/ And I said get “whatever you need”, whatever you need/ She shot me such a glance as if to say “nigga please!” / Its hard being the last cash on your debit/ While you sit with those who American Express it/ Like Bob Dylan in Victoria, commercial/ Uniqueness, really it ain’t much of a Secret/ I’ve seen it, with lovers and fashion you choosy/ To look expensive, my whole outfit was Coogi/ I made you so mad you poured bleach on it/ With that outfit ruined had to sale my comics/ To replace garments, it’s a wonder I would share/ Clothes, bags, Coach tags, another ring, Phil Jackson/ Zen master flair, but I’m far from peace/ I down a special delivery found in the streets/

Beauty Queens II I took her shopping, Galleria/ Fresh kicks with a bit red pizzeria/ The sauce still on my left Addias/ Remind of the times we would eat those Caesars/ Merchants greet us, but no, you’re back at home/ Meanin’ your real home, left me with just your phone/ Covered with your trace scent, lost text, I can’t believe it/ It’s like we haven’t even met/ Colder than necklaces, beauty stays hot/ Back in the day, forgettin’ me like Mookie Blaylock/ I walk the mall and I can’t catch my breath/ You’re busy runnin’ away as I feel I’m left/ In Hell’s kitchen, ordered with the Franklins/ Vegetarian so no need no wing, man when/ We smiled with those shoes on/ In Louie Vouton you do be wrong for eatin’ croutons/ I ask how could you just steal my breath/ I stepped into the soap store since I’m not that fresh/ Guess that’s not funny either, it’s like, follow the leader/ Feel like grandpa when them hot women call him greaser/ And I said get “whatever you need”, whatever you need/ She shot me such a glance as if to say “nigga please!” / Its hard being the last cash on your debit/ While you sit with those who American Express it/ Like Bob Dylan in Victoria, commercial/ Uniqueness, really it ain’t much of a Secret/ I’ve seen it, with lovers and fashion you choosy/ To look expensive, my whole outfit was Coogi/ I made you so mad you poured bleach on it/ With that outfit ruined had to sale my comics/ To replace garments, it’s a wonder I would share/ Clothes, bags, Coach tags, another ring, Phil Jackson/ Zen master flair, but I’m far from peace/ I down a special delivery found in the streets/

Rogue Gallery I sit here wonderin’ bout who’s right or wrong/ Red or Blue? Kobe or Lebron? / Iraq or ‘Nam, yes or no? / Characteristically we all guess although some claim they know/ The answers to the questions/ A question in a question is still just a question/ There’s even guessin’ in Mathematics/ So how can you expect to know the meanin’ of the Science? / You’re lyin’ to yourself all across the Planet/ Women and Civil rights, peace for the children, damn it/ Can’t you understand it? Presidents, Governors, Mayor/ So much negative here and past the Marine Layer/ I wish I could be chillin’ in Egypt buildin’ sand castle/ Wild how some people treat humans worst than animals/ A dog’s a dog, a child’s a child/ While some men are dogs, their women treat them like a child, so wild/ Pause for consideration/ Hmmm, are you done considerin’? / There’s more important things than previous engagements/ More important than the basics/ How bout you think bout that, How bout you think bout that/ How bout you think bout that, how bout you think bout that? / Pause for consideration/ Pause for consideration/ Life and death? There’s many similarities/ Same as Black, White, other cultures, evidently/ It’s elementary, how we use that differentiate hate/ To segregate our lexicons in different states/ I wait knowing one day it will be perfect/ No drive, most these kids lack a valid permit/ Hell, my inkwell contains Black Gold/ If only I could use to bring gas back low/ Not mad at cha though, I know Heaven exist/ Or Nirvana whenever I hear the song of Ms. Charis/ Like Chara, don’t submit to artificial disguise/ My lineage? Mysterious. Heart initialed this line/ My ancestors were survivors, a strong lot/ Which was evident in me as a strong tot/ Now I stay true and remain educated/ It’s hard in the world but I’ll never be complacent/ My Psychology will overcome your Sociology/ The power of an individual can change society/ What I’m sayin’ not strangely odd/ That’s what I’m tellin’ you in your angry blogs/ Some are prosthetic with their rhetoric/ All bout division eventually they’ll be a deficit/ When some speak about controversial issues cross the Equator/ They try to reduce it to the low denominator/ It’s always funny how the artificial/ Are cryin’ over drama askin’ for a tissue/ But if you’re artificial, you’re like a robot, not real/ So could you expect to feel the emotions I feel/ Superficial when matched with the chaos and disorder/ Sparked by 1 apple or the Box of Pandora/ Soul Controlla, the change is within me/ The change is within you/ The change is hidden truth/ Don’t you See???

Don’t Have Look, I heard my story is hard to follow/ Now watch me illustrate this graphic novel/ Inspiration given, Nuvo bottles “danced”/ With bodies just as pretty/ Don’t understand it, well understand this/ Go “off base” and you’ll get “a-sailed” by my “pitch”/ I spit Éclair over snares, that means sweet/ Over any kind of beat/ Flow? So beautiful. Lyrics? So gorgeous/ I don’t leave her on the table, so porridge/ Cause she “too hot” I’m sweeter for her leisure/ Like a King Size Snickers taken out her freezer/ Her voice? A candy store. I wanna “Sample”/ Put’em on the edge of their seat, no raffle/ Time machine dreams I Mandingo it/ Whenevr I have rock that Leopard print/ Escape, Escape, hey/ Escape, Escape, hey/ You don’t have to be anything / You don’t want to be/ So I say Escape, hey/ You don’t have worry bout those fears/ You don’t have to worry bout no games/ Lets elevate to a different stage/ I stay darker than them black licorice markers/ We hated usin’ back in the 3rd grade/ And just as funky are my memories sharper/ I charter like any beat delivered by Carter/ Look, good-bye the Prototype, I take solo flights/ Pictures in words that’s why I photo write/ In detail to fine for observers/ They fear a heart which “speaks loudly” no “murmurs”/ Servers of cold shoulders are never “tipped” well/ I wanna “crack” bottles more than any ship sailed/ The sands of time massage away my age/ Meanin’ life is too short to waste it like fame/ I “traveled” “official”/ Like any bball playa “runnin’ game” in China, now “whistle”/ Plenty are a bit of a nuisance, they foolish/ If they’ thinkin’ they are exclusive/ It seems in this digital age, that nowadays/ Everyone’s an “open page”/ Well if life’s a book, heh, her “cover’s” intrigurin’/ The type fit for a bit of “Evenin’ Readin’”/ And I wanna “highlight” all the important “parts”/ That capture my attention, let me just mention/ For starters, I need my “syllabus”/ To give me “dates” to remember with images/ Yea, like Chipotle/ I wanted to “unwrap” that “Silver dress” on that park bench, yes/ I’m too intense, whatever/ Weak minded women stimulate no pleasure/ Hatas, I’m Easter Sunday, you’re Halloween/ Don’t need a “mask” to get “Candy” and make her “Scream”/ Doubt me cause I keep things on the low/ Though you talk mad vivid you got nothin’ to show/ Micro Diddy Gorilla mindstate, Guerilla warfare/ The strongest primate, I don’t rock Gorilla wear/ While others go Ape, I go Gorilla on ‘em! / A “prime-mate” dimes date I throw skrilla on ‘em! / Do an about face, check my caliber/ “Smashin’” watermelon women, call me Gallagher/ Spit the seeds out, in the jungle we lay/ Yea I know I wrote this watchin’ Training Day/ An Animal Planet while milkin’ Honey Dew/ Spillin’ seeds so my cold villain honeys do/ See me relaxin’, the illest renegade/ Medallion shinin’ like grape colored lemonade/ Straight Gorilla funk, they ain’t Gorilla shit/ I switched their cologne out with that Gorilla piss/ A song so “thick”, Banana Milkshake/ Quake in the jungle when Gorillas give chase! /

Medium-Rare Flavour Taste Spread Across Your Heart “Runnin’” the game, they claim to be soulful/ My “tracks” and “records” are “Flo-Jo”/ “Shinnin’” like Tut, “Gold” Medalist, not jealous kid/ They sleep walk so sedative, it’s evident/ Rap with passion. Fire? “Last Dragon”/ Kill the “game” with only “one arm”, Rich Gannon/ MVP only with “rings”/ Sand tables from Iran, last king/ I’m eatin’ mangos in the lost city/ View art in my words, hieroglyph graffiti/ And never will you disrupt my hemoglobin/ Tell Gamboa that she’ll never hold my soda/ Inside her household I’m tourin like the Alamo/ San Antonio, Showstoppa, Shawn Michaels/ I’m cookin’ up steaks marinated in Tabasco/ Chasin’ “The Cool”, Lupe Fiasco Yo, I become abstract so cats will never know/ Cause mass confusion like a semi-colon/ Conjugate with a premium taste/ Play charades babe “slap boxin’” like Ike and Tina/ If you got dimples like Gina/ Then I’ll prepare you some bomb carnitas/ I’m piercin’ the sky, so Dan Marino/ So, Baby Ruth Gambino, my mind process? Centrino/ I’m the one their swagger fears, way outta the stratosphere/ “High price item”, girl, them other niggas cashiers/ Expensive qualities, hatas owe apologies/ I “autograph” her chest just like a policy/ Songs on my album sorta like an anthology/ Hatas have “no voice” straight up tracheotomy/ This is space odyssey, BlackHotness like Amara and me/ “Servin’” these “lines” right to get that “Australian Open”/ Andre Agassi, the hair game is killin’ b’/ Naturally an “advantage” over Pete Sampras, see/ And even if you preach science clients never will leave me/ I’m only doin’ what many of you wish you were doin’ really/ Runner ups over on the first season/ Winterfresh, so I stay “freezin’”/ Snuggie upped “rappin’” vision is so ugly, uh’/ Enunciating’ somethin’ lovely, yea/ Sagittarius in my “fire” cadence/ So platonic ain't a part of my equation/ Periodic while my science is debatin’/ Better man than them that’s why they just hatin’/ Guess what? I hate you too…its…it’s/ Sick amoxicillin that I’m spillin’, illin’ kid/ Micro Diddy 20 Roses all die with a stench/ I guess you could say you wore the right dress/ But oh honey one Rose doesn’t want to go/ Grab my tools, it’s time to make it old/ Grown tired of lookin’ at this one/ The 21st one I bought on a Sunday/ From some fool in a Hyundai, now it’s mockin’/ “You’re an idiot G~Mile”, yea, it’s talkin’/ Give me the scissors I’ll cut it under/ Its neckline, I hope its gold runs like thunder/ Spill those memories so the beauty wont remain/ What you sayin’? You didn’t say that then, shame/ You wanna act as if you remember/ But last September you didn’t want to make any memories/ An, avenger, the Gold Rose dies slows/ The last drip of it breath flows/ Die With The Rest…..

Polo-Roids The wedding of image and still/ Deserved bottles of heaven, designer feel/ Eyeliner spilled during “beg your pardon”/ Stained my crème sweater in crapped apartments/ Flaunted the silkiest, Virgin tie/ She “wrapped” round necks to “choke out” the unprofessional/ Though Angeline wanted to light signs/ Rather have my “fly image” light sky lines/ Maneuvers towards Jupiter/ In a Vintage Saturn, eatin’ scallops with Alexandra/ One shot turned to several/ Face value salutations as unmentionables/ Filled the imagery so industry/ Body shocked in a “fashion” so “unbefitting”/ Liz “tailored” the paper, she turn sentimental/ Whenever she flashed those “Clear Choice” dentals/ My career spans calendars, these amateurs/ Are paparazzi lyin’ to passengers/ Claiming’ they “fly” denied the camera’s worth/ Like “Father” time, my wrist spits Mathematics first/ Dollar sign pool filled with “Dimes”/ She pulled me close to gaze at herself in my eyes/ She’s so vain, a photo’s hue can be/ Worth more than 15% gratuity/ World Premiere/ Click buttons, bring excitement here/ World Premiere/ I dare anybody to say my image ain’t clear/ Pause, click, switch positions, move/ Pause, click, switch positions, move/ It’s a World Premier/ It’s a World Premiere/ If a picture’s worth a 1,000 words/ Then my jobs to make hers worth a 1,000 furs/ I saw everything in still frames/ Capture that actress in a Cover Spread game/ “Affairs” with “Vanity”, studio’s an all white room/ To give off the illusion of Heaven on Earth/ True, they carry the burden of beauty heavy/ Eyes hollow, point, click, steady/ Pose, froze the image in time For her arousal she kept playin’ in “snow”/ Uncle Stefano bathed fluorescents in crème/ Angels turned to “dust”, she’s like Angeline/ Designer cosmetics, she winked at my camera/ So it “winked” back and “shuttered” at Anna/ 45 minutes late, wasted, a mess/ Train wreck, her talk was far from Clorox/ Dirty in text, dress was made by Stacy/ Designer drugs made the “image” grainy/ They lied in their interviews/ About bein’ dedicated to get hired by you, true/ Shoes were Gucci, footage was movie/ Turned immaturity into some jewelry/ Queen caliber, least that’s what I want you to believe/ Interior is far from World Premiere/

Lobby Yo, my mind’s spacey, hastily create these/ Photographic “albums”, visually amazin’/ Various “volumes”, interestin’/ Depressin’, the waitress got salad in my dressing/ Sprinkle Season’s Greetins’ throughout coordinates/ Tailored beauty like florist inside the ordinance/ Esteemed hygiene whenever I intervene/ Insert vaccines to give life to slot machines/ Maybelline “elongates” what I “dictate”/ Miss Donnelly and me sip Delphonic whiskey/ Charismatic in my choice of fabrics/ Fish tank filled with Mermaids from Atlantis/ Characteristic elicits pictures/ Delieverin’ body shivers to chicks dipped in glitter/ How’s the state of Hip Hop an emergency/ When you never, ever, ever, ever heard of me? / If you say yes, I know it could be the best/ If you say no, I’ll try to let you go/ But it can’t be no, it’s just gotta be yes! / I can hear your heart speakin’ through your sequin dress/ So say yes! / Just give it up, give it up/ So say yes! / Just give it up, give it up/ So just say yes! / Give it up, Give it up, “Give it up”/ And just say “yes”/ Inside the Lobby, sippin’ on Saki/ Sushi that’s truly the work of the Kanjis/ Fan of Kakashi. Language? Ungodly/ I gotta be careful not to speak to real/ I gotta be careful not to teach until/ Imbeciles see they rhyme so infantile/ Everytime they run their mouth they run about how their distraught/ I’m Camelot, straight Lancelot, I power shots with gigawatts/ That means I’m hot, no doubt/ “Stream” of consciousness suffers no “drought”/ Flow about big words in my Alphabet Soup, Apple Sweat Suits/ Whenever I give speeches to the teacher! / On the internet, you wanna be friends? / I’ll deny you! Are you bitter yet? / Before “G” was a “capital letter”/ You thought an “SOB” could help you spell “sob” better/ Whatever, a couple of crease in my white sneaks’/ Icy, she so “vain”, even my blood ain’t her “type”, “B”/ Stutterin’ Stanley, not me/ Gratifyin’ Mama Mia gladly be your kids’ daddy/ Get me? Complicated misses make emotional decisions/ Sick of Scarlet wine wasn’t good enough for non-fiction/ Jealous? Yo Solomon/ I’m a Monsta, that means your girl loves the “Goblin”/ Micro Diddy Some of y’all ain’t about rap/ You “rats” need to build a better “mouse trap”, tell me how about that/ Your style? I denounce, flat/ Like a house cat, splat, road killed in the middle of this “track”/ Remy Lebeau, when I “light” up the pen/ Sorry Bonita but its true Im sexier than your “X-Men”/ A deviant of normal, meanin’, I’ma a freak/ If my minimums your maximum then damn you weak/ My poetry is so sincere/ Your lyrics are inferior, they dishonor my ears/ Wedding Crasher, folks sayin’ “why he dressed better than the Groom?”/ Drop the “Boom” just like Esision/ Huge like Leviathans, vocabulary’s glory/ One “shot” killa punchlines, Robert Horry/ Presenter of the odd slang, my Ipod bangs/ Te Amo like Mickey Mantle, calculate my game/

Import/Export fet The Machine Now how I’m goin’ kill your whole career with a verse/ That took me 10 minutes to write, recite, yea I don’t need a gimmick/ Yea I just need to finish, since I don’t have a limit/ “Dipped” plenty of “spoons” into “puddin’” so delicious/ Now listen, uh, I spin a metaphor/ Al Gore whenever I globally warm up/ Award Tours, I swore yours was a bore/ Girl let’s make a “diamond” I’m addin’ “pressure” to your “core”/ A touch of a sleep to keep my lover sane/ Because I’m Insomnia by any other name/ And any other lame wish they could eat like me/ Cause my names on her tongue so culinary/ Her taste buds “bite” me, so I let it sink in/ Thinkin’ like IM “dirty money” Abe Lincoln/ Alexander Hamilton fools tryin’ to duel/ Constitutionally equal to all women who/ Are classy, never trashy lassies/ Who got their “goodies spilin” all outta the “pantry”/ Lastly I;ll “kid”, sweet tooth is ungodly/ Your words lack “weight”, sorta like a fake Gandhi/ Sam Cassel game, yea, you that damn ugly/ The “poster child”, I’m all over her “wall”/ Ain’t that lovely? You don’t understand me quick/ Facebook status, thumbs up, I’ll “like” my own shit/ I mean, you're the reason they need a dislike button And you ain't got all of them friends- stop frontin' You ain't gettin' none of them ends. What does it mean? It means your means are obscene, please... What did you think? That I was born last night? Well I stayed up then. Now get off that mic. Its way too much for you. This for grown folks. Put my name in the air and you gon' choke! G-Mile, get'em! If rappins’ in your “budget” then you need to get “furloughed”/ Your “lines” are a headache, Department of Motor Vehicles/ Like Size 4 Jeans “huggin’” on a fat chick/ Why you tryin’ to “get in” where you don’t “fit in”, shit/ Food for thought’s on another level/ Like an overhead container or a glass elevator/ Full of Wonka Bars cookin’ up another flava/ My “game’s” “on hand”, Nintendo Power Gloved engravas’/ And I engrave ya. Put you in a grave, duh! What were you thinking? That we could be friends? Naw! That's OK! 'Cause I don't need you. Schiavo you up! But I won't feed you. Shine like a fixture. Bright when I hit ya. Still think it's your kid? Here, take my picture. Put it right next to his face, how's he lookin'? Tell your wife I'm coming over- what she cookin'? I don't care what she cooking: I'm still coming. Ran about a mill-i-on miles, I'm still runnin' You ain't runnin' nothing, but away End up saying something- you gon' pay. Who gave the keys to Rick damn Moranis? Now all these kids blow up, like Atlantis. And don't give me that "honey" bullshit all this, looking for me in the grass, gotta quit. I'm not done, I just spit on her back. Turn around, she like, "How you still going with that?" Told her not to worry. That ain't her concern. My name is Houdini. Under the turban is a perm and I swear that I'm Magic- without the AIDS Put you on display with the things that I say. In a glass case, let the kids touch... That's what you get for thinking you could face us HAH!

The Wasp fet Auton When I see I can’t step aside/ I see you all the time and girl you always on my mind/ I just want your face, in my chest, yes indeed/ Do you not know that you are the one that I got to feed/ Got to feed/ Got to be/ I’m the one in the cage you forgot to see/ Talk to me and comfort me/ God damn it be the one who’s f*ing me/ Its tough breath up in this tree/ With all these leaves/ God damn girl a monster got to be free/ Now you got to come to feed me, uh/ You gotta just be/ The one in the cage so Go-Go Dancer/ Quotes, no answer/ I “feed” like a Vampire Physicist who found “Raw Matter”/ No don’t scatter, use no commas/ Pause my game for only Amara/ Got to feed, got to feed/ The one in the cage you got to see/ The storms are welcomed/ The breakfast lines so you “juice” the seldom/ Baseball lovin’, homerun hitter/ I walked the bases, never “stole” my dinner/ Cut the pie and enjoy the center/ The splendor of it all and I’m the lender/ Update my cereal, chill your cold milk/ The food is ready and the clothes are silk/ The girls are built/ The gun metal sweeps up floors of silk/ Enjoy your meal with ashen fields/ Fantastic ass/ Cooper plugs in the magazine plastic bags/ Flyin’ ballistic, target/ Wide chalk cat lines in the margins/ Of Lucy, truly I’m charmin’/ I’m parked in the dark lit apartment, I’m heartless right??/

Alfresco Brought Evelyn “Champagne”, King me with the entitlement/ Decadent, I want my words to spread to your vitals/ And my manuscript is lyrically the same/ Like Pixar, my “visuals” sale so critically acclaimed/ So course they’ll never understand me/ Say I’ll never “sale” like this “rappin’” is candy/ But this ain’t “bubble gum rap” the packin’ is leaner/ In its form, I’m adored by swarms of Libras/ Never been a seizure, glass shook amnesia/ Besides I know I’m favored by Grey Eyed Athena/ See you instigators’ I’m the main deliberator/ I’m “shockin’”, uhh, defibrillator/ That’s my word tailored even in the darkness/ I Tony Stark it meanin’ my heart flies regardless/ Down the rabbit hole goes the man of many seasons/ A hundred flowers bloom all throughout the city region/ Artful dodger, goin’ against all odds/ Seekin’ the swagga of hundred Egyptian Gods of Greek/ My speech is forever in transit/ Candid for her who has more “Candy” than Candace/ My Ovaltine Supreme can never be quarantine/ I’m like insomnia, though I’ll never spoil dreams/ Bloodlines liquid famous by the drip/ I’m so intravenous, simply put, I’m that sick/ In my lifetime, I hope to see my net worth/ Networked at more than two jeans, a belt, and sweatshirts/ But worst yet, is how they advertisin’/ Like their Entrée priced when they merely Appetizers/ Yo, I’m priceless, a constant story/ I “fathered’ my own style, go ahead and ask Maury/ Solely above the rest of the lot/ Watch “Greene” go over their “heads” like that Celtic in Reeboks/ Those Foxes lie like 8-10 Eastern Standards/ Time to unwind with a Puerto Rican actress/ I’ll tone it down, I’m the future their the past/ Hard act to follow, so you know they’ll always lag/ In the back of their mind, it’s a fact they are blind/ Which explains why they don’t know the meanin’ of a dream/ See my sister said she wanna be an Auntie/ So first for her Christmas I’ll bring home Hispanic Barbie/ Named Audrey, I’m sorry, I did it again/ Just “brainstormin’” the “lighting rod” is the pen/ I’m done pretendin’ so I won’t overwhelm/ Am I too intense, naw, I’m just “over” them/