VERSE The sun has hit the pavement Soaked in and it's rising Arriving in a form of those degrees Opened and then climbing Discontent's the ignition to the wick that is sitting Now the wick that was sitting isn't it's quick and it's sizzling Burning on the one end while we burn away at both ends Turn away and from the roots shooting skyward like the host limb So close; proximity yo proxy follow no trend And so bends the road then, changes so unexpectedly Like aim when it's correct, hollow tipping up at yo friend, The motion is unsimilar to squeezing when uneasy Undefined no over easy all the smoke will leave you wheezing Keep it greasy, keep it low end, and they knees be shaking, see me? Miles connect to kilometers either be there or you left in Little dust the heads is kickin unrefined and destined To hit curves, turned to S's Better slow down and stay seizing On this wheel that is controlling Controlling where it's leading (To the gate) See the distance is no enemy Distance isn't listening It's swollen growing endlessly The end is glowing viciously Persistent, and listless with a split lip there is ten of we None of the same tendencies, and shifting open-endedly Nutrients and periods, that jewel that gives you calling The simplest thing to do is pass the cue like empty wallet Rarer than a waste basket clearer than a trace tactic Nearer than your taste factor, Snooze and lose or envy all. Got the cruise up in the silence The crews up and in silence There ain't two up in the chevy And the U's up in your paint They'll put two up in your chevy So the euphomism's ready Like the truth up in the levy Thought confusion? But it ain't Wide- Wider than a youth positioned every Little new forensic heavy Only you fi listen, why? Cause the dues is ending My tooth ain't in that cake, those ingredients is based on a new religious taint But do euphemisms paint? (On the gate) All the true traditions rise, when the fuse is sitting dry and the newest vision hates what a newer vision makes Immortal combat; immortals combat, by pen and sword Sure to sort out all the differences new division's rank They just a sentence now, yep just a synthesis Reaching where your senses can't; as a new decision breaks It truly isn't stained triple darkness or a melanin it's you within it, wait Crippled sparks remain irrelevant Carbon wrongly shaped revolves in circles straight Dissolves the hurdle; fate and surely Shirley stirs the weight The foolish lack the tendrils to renew the act; intelligence Brain be starved for weight involved in hurdles past the gate; great. The providence Felt like a Slug and a case of Murs Case of burrs (beers), ace and one nerve short of a crazy world Where they refurbished over rubbish like on Macy day Freebasing blurs, shade like slimming cases of those aching turns (Into a gate) Pastry burns for the dudes with the stable dough Renewed a good flow after he kicked it like a stable toe 🔛In-visible Kickback; style miserable riff raff The lips chapped from spitting saliva on beat in quicksand Imagine these were just desserts You trust the words will come across like a thrust of gloss The others flossed with hazy terms 🔛Crazy germs in the grid, up Above your lazy perms And maybe cern opens the gate For all and whom the gravy turns Pleidi and the race for ground's soft Speaking native town talk Communication for indigo babies and second chakra crown lost Sound off Then power up Connected by the senses And the sense that when the sentence ends the sentinels get sent in (Through the gate)

REFRAIN If the body is the temple Then the rhythm is the guide With division in your mental You are truly not alive You are truly not a lie We seen dually eye to eye And you and you and you And oh yes you You be the prize VERSE Better than a swing and a miss Butter from a king with a gift Bitter from the sting and a hiss Blotter and he cling to the myth Bother with the bling and you switch Potter isn't king he a bitch Days rock 58's Hotter than a hobbit in a fling with a witch Like the ring of the lord Man this BING isn't it. Google for a Dos...you got one bruh? We'll be slinging these scripts Got a little more to, swing than a pitch Rock a little less sting than a blitz Knock a little more ink than a script Locking in a little lap linking a fifth Clock a little more thinking to fit Stock a little less stink but the piff! props to the props and the propers, now prosper here's a drink for the kicks And a spliff for the lift So link up your session and think what's the diff What gives what's a wish which way is west what's next Where is the flip? Did we think with our chips? REFRAIN The Rest is Bullshit They test your fulcrum and step while fools run Who reps the schools son? The click of a tool grip Start off the line Until the fools slip The wall's in movement VERSE This isnt a nine hole remind em its a spine's hold He sincerely does hope your line holds the net Gloating at the tadpoles just cause they couldn't hop to it yet Jungle boogie wop to the debt Uncle wookie locked on the bottle Rocking the throttle Golden tongue shocking the set Concrete blocked like a klepto Hand hold metro damn bro central Is set Damned glow; mentals can grow and do and don't More than likely stock dropped check The fog is lifting If it's not enough Then to sifting thru The stem and the seed of the matter When the reasons don't gather The recent would rather keep it speeding Off to the sunset off till the sum's set Lost in a losing Battle with illusions Scattering conclusions like fabric after fad's left no more magic in the trash bin Madness in a fashion that left a silk sweater unraveled over cheddar Not the thick cheese Cake ain't nothing but snacks And when the same face struggles with tax Then you know, It's the lame's day to Cover the bases and fumble the basics recovering weight shift and stance Born in this A little worn, but no worse for the wear Wonder where, why, in search of some air Shirts in the bag whole life and worth in a bag Double shouldered with a subtle sense of pride On a double sentenced ride The ugly scent of rise like the bubbling sent to soothe When the troubles tend to prove As another sentence moves sensitive to the slight hint of a change Demi-complet and life is a page There is light and there's not The sight that you got will suffice take a right up the block Another right and you got Your bad self halfway to back Last right and that bed self's all Ahead of the game Ahead of the gate and the better your gait then the sweeter that the letter will play out Forever Meeting with a median's Off time endeavored To ingredients that seasoned like salt lines to kettle It's the season and the reason for small-times assembled Fault lines to settle and all climbs with several peaks to peak So peep and peep gain While we maintain the creep you sleep The street's stained REFRAIN If the body is the temple Then the rhythm is the guide With division in your mental You are truly not alive You are truly not a lie We seen dually eye to eye And you and you and you And oh yes you You be the prize

VERSE They keep you standing in file, They say to read between the lines and demand you a pile. -breath- Though life's a natural curve, An elipse with an eclipse, elites are factual herds. -breath- Only because they're up in your face In your business and bidness Just disrupting the pace. -breath- You gotta thrust thru the gates Interrupt scheduled program and tuck in your waist -chest out Less doubt gets all stuck stuck in your place The more the merriment to bury quips and trucks that they race -speaking of which They cover up the truth with false lights In denial that a left hand is the proof of false rights -all night Small flights for small fights with gravity The tragedy is we really all are a family -happily Living together but unhappily Maybe some of us are just hybrids with false senses of apathy -cap a dose Medicines we deal, poisonous ingredients The media enjoys all the ploys, what they are feeding us -bleeding us And bleeding us slower than a young slow leak In a slow ride down the backside of a slow front street -crunch time Lunch time eat all of your modified vegetables Genetics Ethics are best left to big pharma and credit -swallow that Follow that with a slice as it goes and know You always have to fight for the right I suppose -so go on Go on They'll never know how you feel.. We never know how we deal. VERSE If you ain't looking, they might be playing games with your head You ain't looked yet? They rightly play the games with your meds Get taken, they nightly set the games and the rules Full house It's a flush for the inside of you Now cool out, Keep it steady and regain your balance Great brains could always use some weigh gain and challenge The hate sways the silence and made days are lining up Stay trading timing for great days keep piling up -Weight gain-

There can be no standby, when it's on the line No standouts ain't got the time for the handouts Like game cops the spine of a grandstand Like aim crossing lines and a kickback Fine when you finding the recoil like a grind and kick track -heavy- The name dropping's blind to the true skilled In vein like the line that was too filled Today was a fine and you've two bills to payoff the dime and the new thrill No gills won't keep you breathing easier like no lungs Gold tongue and old sun And no one knows the trouble you seen The trouble that teams on the side Bubbles always pop when the dream is a rock in a sock We ain't seen what we got yet (Not yet) The schemes every night imagery with a hot sit The not yet will arrive (no need to hurry) No need to worry cause we slow, heed, then we scurry (Live another Days) live another self Give another leg and keep your lifting on a shelf It is different when it swells and gives a gift of given selves Given cells hold the dna the options for driven shells Containing, And barely at that When containment's just a concept Can't take it when the progress means onset of odd stress G-d bless the kids and please bless the older We rest remaining on these tests to folder *(A. All of the above)

She passing me by like eight sequels I ask she replies like great, see you; And that's on the side Arrive around eight; oh yeah, we do Passing a word, a "word," and the herbs... And laughing at time There's a worse when it comes to taste. Teach you, reach you, touch you and acting, in fact, refined No more works first, can't trust the see thru But grew up as fast as factors aligned After the ninth Captured the climb so you passed it now leave instead of reconceiving a fate Short of relief but relate Sport or the chase Porters don't pace vehicles Good as gold and grown or court order ward of a state Quarter and change bordering strange, mortals constrained and stressed over-courting the dames and/or dimes Proportion or game; on Contortion or strained She stay a hot portion to gain Porsche with grain gone Lacquer over but when shine's sitting back up over She gotta have the top down (not now) because the stats are ogres The haps then flagged down the Taxi sober Flip the top up to keep the rack mount and the back seat smoldered Just a perception or does she just fit the glove like a thumb Views vary but dude carry the glue like a gun It's all barely a variable; run Predictable. Nobody else would have dared to carry the sun They either mid-stunt or midterms but the kids hunt everyday and In everyway like the lids turned she had a reason to get seasoned before the fry-a-lator It never pleased him never eased her till she dialated There's dire straits or money There's fired fakes and honeys She tried to take but why and wait slide and cake the wire is running Connected to the hip bone Later on they'd give thanks Just as the new creation wakes no bake but Desire is sunny Cool. VERSE Can he cricket? IS SHE WITH IT? OH Yes he can Hop on up to the occasion and test the lands Unless your sans, he says take your stress to hand baking bread to lamb Work it out to a breakbeat, chief, properly wreck the gram Deconstruct then reconstruct She reconducts The freak of funks and vibes that, reach the chunks of these ever seeking chumps Teach the punks to seek and see the full range; covert Range over that of a Range Rover no game over Changeover no layaway busy racing Days On the low road he won't vocode; just low tones to straight decay No zone, like the natural high He knows homegrown and hydro Casual guy, he eyes her She had the chromosomes to die for Gradually fly in steps like in-steps The endgame for the in-crowd Endowed but No insects or dry interest To invest in her insider's advice Subtract and attack the wack In fact, a decided factor was to act up and Then get right Or get left, let loose and Get Met because it pays to raise a bid for the auctioneer to appraise the phrase If it was the phrase that paid Then where's the buyer? Fired So who's the next to pay attention and the next will pay in tension but it's. ... Cool. VERSE In life, there are moments and moment breakers The lone are taking over their destinations and where; whichever stone is breaking THEY'D roll together sometimes THEY'D roll and better in a good pair Like a poker face holding extra chips to repoach the bait There's an effortless respiration and preference for unfolding the loose spiral leading off..speeding on to the precipice Our destination is a pause to time and less we shaken The more we can vibrate silently while the breath is waiting REFRAIN(×2) Birthed the cool rebirthed the cool Work it fool Cause it's a perfect time to be working says the circuit Now he is working for three, destined now to achieve Endowed with the means to search for finds and finding life inverted Birthed the cool rebirthed the cool Work it fool Cause it's a perfect time to be working says the circuit Binding ties inertia finds the type dispersed across this finite but infinite, time line is not so innocent... REPRISE She passing me by like eight sequels She passing me by like straight see-through No flashing designs No gas on the hype like straight sifu Sifu said don't be seafood because they will always straight G you No clash and we fine no flashing these signs of hate; redrew Thin lines between hate and love, seize fools The clash was refined the late retooled But actually the last of the late only see the crash of the gate She passing me by like eight sequels..

Temporary peeps fade away like the sleet Temporary heat fades away like the cold Exempliarary beats pave the way for the freaks Contemporary jeep music stays for the streets Content to bury tweets play the gray and the sweep Incentive varies, feats made to stay like receipts Condense an airy mate to recheck what they scheme What they seem is intent but buried bet what they beam VERSE Is incense and a wary sense as teams cut their dreams But intensive clear is meant for the means cut the meems What the beans? When it rains, it, pours flood the streets You will gain when you game, when you aim cut the cheats Shuffling sleeves maladjusted ruffling feathers without tricks Without wit; dry as pleather Pleasure tucked in the mix In the sticks to the burbs innercities and the curbs Inner gritiness and busy-ness You're dizzy and disturbed VERSE We stay drizzy on the weekends But drizzly like a leak's end Strizzy off that powder Hey yo Kizzy where's that freaks friend? Unique bends shout at Longshot for the style varied Piles bury beats like K Kruz with the files fairly Fresh..with the tweeks treat stress like a skeet skeet Wesh on the westside and bless fore' you eat please Tweet if you must antisocial but the networks Next first second second third for a meshed skirt VERSE Wait! Give that lovey love back to his lovely hug Tight as a sweater sweat her right with he ugly mug Life is that bug we swat like when we smug and juggle nights Smuggle light in dark when it's dark Then it starts like a flicker to a flame One is sicker when the game enters aim center lane but we gain better Frame measures stained weather faded like an old tee Cold's bitter hot's better props to new and old speeds VERSE Custom words cut deep in an unaccustomed world Concious type percussion, please whats the work? What's the worth? They talk stockpiles amassed: that material Consume as much as possible; he says Fuck that theory it's preposterous Seriously constant the annoyances employments of a new hate Which is such a strong word for a Tuesday Toothache, two aches toothpaste two eighths away from a two faced true taste of 2k why?

Even if you only awake for short paths on short passages At least more eyetime is activated Blessings arrive like ingredient lists on stores packages There's more passion than pacifists and activation Stored passes don't do nothing for the door's latches Still need key (whether) single lock or blunt trauma force Less we try the more we have to lose like worn activists (This) ain't a game like Activision No front to the comma's course Time wait's for no woman Neither child or man We dial and redial the plan though the bridge is over Earth accented with a semi-colon; Half-asses (that) pass in a coma Jacks of all trades Play the roles; it's mediocre Shout to Meaty Ogre And that's specific like Big Once and Moodswangz, Verbal Kent, Willis Drummond with big blunts This ain't the same as acclimation That observation hit on day two like provoking; what's a provocation? Dipped sun ↔Direct conversation within limits of moderation Conflicts spring about with loss of sentence and modulation The less we lie, defeating gifts in poured panicking The more we fly, release the smoke spliff like swords vanishing Pour banishment in a more permanent sense than your perm Send em home because their relaxation is in your canvasing They don't give three fucks because they're young It's rare to catch a wisdom that is ageless from the tongue and stays well sunned The more we try repeating the trip to gold bankings Then, the less we high, receiving the tip that holds tons The more we cry releasing the drips of old nagging Then, the less we die, that feeling inside, the hole sprung VERSE The less divide we feel in the vibe the more the range is Then the less the ties more likely we know slang as a sum It's individual Stylistically speaking like the culture and the five elements that originated in the sulfur Now elevated from the ashes like a phoenix Symbolically speaking That same bird has turnt up wilding on symbolically weekends To some it still remains a heaven in the sequence Studying groundwork turning scrubs into another sum of sequins If it weren't for the foundations and true pillars; reaching The structure would have crumbled long ago just like the deep end Still deeper underneath the last layer lies the lie That none will follow pass the sunset to a higher high keep it natural, As in the essence of what grows around both you and your pastures message method when the prose flies From the earth and from the master's matters presence Created in a time when time was chapters like a lesson and the dose wide This formula may seem narrow but variations vary like the inner universe that unfolds Behold the *mold dies. *(mold in both senses of the word, word.) Hold tight....

VERSE Thinking to self, Somedays I and the I look Staring hard for a scar and an I-book The glare is hard, one out of two ain't a bad one Think about my duns and the crews and the numb times Sometimes The sun times ain't good for nothin but a tan Free like this speech until you hear something from da man Grizzly, Pharaoh Monche said get up on that grind date! Arrow blazing in a maze and racing on those lines straight But the divine makes twists and turns and double-backs Used to sweat the little things, no time fi double traps Bubble wrap; poppin! No, get it shipped safe These words travel a world spinning round with this weight Missed tape got a million mixtape got a couple Playing too much lotto is a whole(hole), lotta trouble Got a couple Good friends with good times Good people what matters is good air and good lives REFRAIN To all my people all over the world.. You're on time Keep a strong mind It's anotherloving long climb Right place at the wrong time Better than the wrong place Why the long face? Life's a short crime VERSE The winner is the loser, not scared to fail What is success when at heart you know you suck less There's a subset Some call em jedis This dude Wolfgang with the slang always red-eyed It's called no sleep You call, and won't cheep Bird was the word, all in all These rookies so sheep Days ain't disattached The melees whistle past But he stoic and he know it So all heydays fit the grasp Flip the craft and it becomes what a life-line is To my timeline, yo what up? To each and every point Every dot Every face, every pace and plot Out there, not wasting spots for squat No need to move in haste 21-1-3 different degrees Like breeze Keeps us moving and moving in and moving space Proof the weight Works out ya whole structure.. Clues are traits Now search out the whole function.. Dues are late REFRAIN To all my people all over the world.. You're on time (Keep a) strong mind It's anotherlovin' long climb Right place at the wrong time Better than the wrong place Why the long face? Life's a short crime

Little word little herb and an breakbeat Middle earth in a serve up a breakbeat Brittle herb with a word for the break thief Get a work sit and burst from the break, B In a search for the first but the fur keeps a firm hold on the eyesight Danger mouse stranger now a highlight And the highlife's supposedly better than the lowlife no light Go right Polight No likes better than a gros shite Feather and a flow-like veteran that blows even low lights out Shout Sever an invoked rite letters lead to no sprites better than the definition repititions Throw lefts Heavier than home; slice cheddar with an old knife Headers score like no psyche goalkeepers Slow knead the mold like a thrown peak and catch freaks Who shone light and know ether no either shown or unshown reap the stoned seekers Blown features bone be the skeleton and lone structure Recompose the zone; function reconstruct the groans reach the cone peak and flown freak The altitudes that hone leaking calculus, biology, and thrones preaching poems reaching domes seek the slow leak Neath what the whole fleet has thrown meat to bone reaping rows free of gmo's loaned Breeding chromosomes Prone streaks to cloned sheeps to steep in free radicals But known frequent gamma rays nose bleeds or bone spurs alone serve a whole herd of symptomatic ailments Speaking as an alpha in an alpha way alpha wave, study all the data and stay ready for a suddenly When stress ain't so soft as the subtle breeze That tosses a southerly as taut as in private school when taught that the slightest truth is lost Like inside of you. Find that, and find a new Mind that provides that view (to) divide factions and fact fiction As written... Now breathe.. That's hidden, No, that's hittin'

They're thinner waiting used to having winner's weigh-ins while he's thinner painting pictures of his innerts swaying Like motivation, the soundtrack to a hopeless daydream The winds sways all pedestrians like focus faded; (an ocean waving) Pen the words send surf to mountain top; bet Froze brain, slip, no brakes in route of Knot's net plus a wholesale drop ship tax in the package actually Why's tax in the package? Pocket change pockets chain Prophets say prop for potluck give thanks and drop funds be not astray (and stop the guns) Profit gain possums play exactly as the gotten rotten lay Though unspotted like closed optics on proper Days The gossip's great if you're simply knotted and not, in a wave The bottom don't drop it's solid pimping; (with) proper weight Knocking an ale to hop to it, that's sad at the end Just a pad and a pen is the elements, necessary (herb) Next to every single breath's attached a moment of bliss and extra stress Tension for the moment of the get Extra that and extra this suddenly Jostereo got the system hittin The vision twitching like intermission Blessed with a variance, next to best the necks are bent That's a sage bet and on traditional like tape deck Like component addition to opponents that isn't The components is hittin cause every four, it sinks in Yet, who really knows with which who we really flow Divisions throw incisions that can cut a thought like code is written For rilly doe, had to project, yet, can't let loose, the jetset is a tight shift (Second) he might skip But the right's given like giving life getting right getting lights Get it early or play unthirsty stay sitting tight What is giving you rights that's left loss so begin to recite as you step on Or step off The light that we incite as we step off isn't prepped raw The next draw elevates your set laws (Move court...) REFRAIN You gotta nod the head to this You gotta spot the drops and gifts VERSE Motivation is kept in a next spin overhand right knuckle check toss What the heck do the check cost? Cash don't rule everything (but it's) hard to keep the neck glossed Reset wrong, heck, pause is a pet peeve Believe, The net laws keep an unseen hand and nest flawed for the next pawg with neck soft Work hard and that way you rest even Step even till oddity give you less reason Rainy day easter egg fell through ideals Ideally, we really see sides as the heights heal, But they really did slide like tight wheels 99a without the mumbling Bearings for right feels It's dimensional in multiples potential full as fulcrum's pull The sultans fool the sulking fools So kings fool with broken rules who soak in what the sultans spool Hopin like rum in open wound Token growing cloaking room To provoke the dude Make you forget Make you forget And that amnesia just takes your regrets .... REFRAIN You gotta nod the head to this You gotta nod the head to this You gotta spot the drops and gifts You gotta nod the head to this You gotta nod the head to this You gotta spot the drops and gifts... (Jostereo and then Days just gifted you.) VERSE About Days..... About... About Webs of lower frequencies the beta slaves obediently seed the seats of blindness so they see no-things immediately (The) media's immediacy metes out meters greedily The bait and switch in weights that give the needy what they'd need to be But knead the third stimulate the inner gland and innerstand to oversit not under kneel, whoa, a glow is grand The masters think they own the shift The chapters speak truth as every layer is peeled back to reveal: Think Bonus gift On a lonely ship but only if You do not feel the beat. ain't feeling the groove something is wrong with you REFRAIN/REPRISE You gotta nod the head to this You gotta spot the drops and gifts You gotta plot your stops and twists Like proper Tea You gotta nod the head to this You gotta You gotta nod the head to this You gotta spot the drops and gifts You gotta spot the drops and gifts You gotta watch for drops and cliffs And stop what if What you gotta do is You gotta nod the head to this You gotta spot the drops and gifts You gotta a lot up top then lift You gotta a lotta chops to rip Nod to this.... You gotta nod the head To this...