Tommy Sawyer

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Track Name: Alarm Clocks (Prod. by BluntedBeatz)
I remember days dodging alarm clocks (fuck that sound!)
Won’t ever forget that I’m from the working class,
Pops told me how fuck it is, but we struggle onward,
The hustle can’t stop, but best believe I’m praising what I got,

Loving every moment that I got to take my shot, (I’m a shooter who don’t flop!)
It ain’t in my blood, while time passes like a sneaky fox,
Used to brave through winters where most don’t go ‘cept Cops,
Lookin’ to fill monthly quotas, guess I’m another serial number,

Might as well tat us up like the Jews, you cruel muthafuckin’ blues,
Every after school was more like a game of hide-n-seek,
Cop a quarter and burn bushel behind the bushes, peek a boo,
Soon the flashlights spottin’, the spot blew up, time to gun it,

Runnin’ from my problems, parents and paranoias,
I’m a muthafuckin’ lawyer stuck in the body of a soldier,
It’s a war out there, grab ya guns, beware,
I ain’t tryin’ to scare ya, just make sure you’re aware of,

I wish that everything was always perfect,
And no one could ever feel pain,
But that ain’t what it’s like,
We missed a chance on a good thing, such a shame,
It could all be so better, but we all chasin’ cheddar,
Rats in a CAT-astrophic maze,
Need to end every night with hazeeee.. just to make it
I wish no one could ever feel pain,

Did you know pain is an illusion?
I’ve been reading lately ‘bout how it’s all in your head man,
Honestly, you never leave that headspace,
Reclinin’ in my Rocketship like Elon ‘bout to exit to space,

I’m a peculiar one, similar to a basket case,
Bask in the glory of one-night heist that’d make ya life,
It don’t usually work that way, they don’t usually work out this way,
I’m talkin west side, they chillin’, no back breaking, but makin’ a killin’,

Villanous, venomous, I don’t what to call it,
But it keeps spreadin’, no sign of it endin’,
Down valley roads, my car been bendin’,
Up to castles on the hills, my tribe is headin’,

Turn to a hobby to a profession, turn a pro to a veteran,
I’m bettin’ on me, Pete Rose, fuck the league,
I’m on like the Heat Circa 1-3,
I don’t give a fuck, just want to let it be,

I wish that everything was always perfect,
And no one could ever feel pain,
But that ain’t what it’s like,
We missed a chance on a good thing, such a shame,
It could all be so better, but we all chasin’ cheddar,
Rats in a CAT-astrophic maze,
Need to end every night with hazeeee.. just to make it
I wish no one could ever feel pain,
Track Name: golden. (Prod. by jiabeats)
Every move I make is golden,
Everything I do is thorough,
Ain’t reckless when it comes to my business
Ambition ridiculous, flying high on Pegasus,

I keep my distance, smokin' like a mystic,
Pipe like Gandalfs, but money like a rich dick,
Tactic to always remain passionate,
Packed wit and got further than anyone did,

Aim past the goal post, higher ceilings is all I quote,
Only got the greenest, blazin down all the dope,
I boast only cause I know that I control the flow,
The plot, the pot, the trust of every body who pop,

Hip-hop all I rock, been doin' this since a tater tot,
Smash up the veggies, aim, pull and don't stop,
Latched on to the fire like groupies grippin' for cock,
Mixin' up kryptonite in my kitchen to kill Superman tonight, (i GOT it)

Sit and ponder ‘bout my evil ways,
Hopin’ I get better, been workin’ on progressin’,
Progression requires logic, love and blessings,
Messin’ wit’ the voodoo gonna leave you dead boo,
x2

Haven’t you done the math? A millionaire is only middle class,
Need a billion bills unless you wanna always do the cripplin’ dash,
Quick cash doesn’t exist, gotta build a foundation despite the vast
Majority of variables are against ya, a king ain’t forged in peace, rather in a warpath,

Rather be knee deep boiling in magma watching my life flash,
Don’t need no hype, these rappers just bite, while I only eat puss,
Leeeeroooyyy Jennnnnkinnns, runnin’ in the dungeon gankin’,
I’m the martyr, I’m the savior, Odell in the clutch, swankin’,

Bankin’ on nothin’ ‘cept these jewels I be droppin’,
‘Posed to be the poster child, took a diff’ route like I went Postal,
Oh man, fuck a Perc and scam, and I’m runnin the game like a drug dealer,
Check the meter, I’m off the charts, ‘bout to conquer everyone on my last J of reefer,

Hazey on the edge of the Earth, temptin’ Satan to jump,
He been my pal for awhile, now I need to see that coward rile,
Fuck you, I scream, in a hateful stew, he brews up emotions so vile,
So I stopped waiting, threw him off the bridge myself, fuck that pile (o’ shiiii)

Sit and ponder ‘bout my evil ways,
Hopin’ I get better, been workin’ on progressin’,
Progression requires logic, love and blessings,
Messin’ wit’ the voodoo gonna leave you dead boo,
x2

Hmmm, what to do…(repeat, fade)
Track Name: NAMEDROP (Prod. by UrBan Nerd Beats)
Jim Morrison drownin’ in endorphins,
Pac in a Porsche gettin’ his portion,
Freddy Mercury slayin’ at the Wembley,
Biggie slangin’ dimes, stackin’ Fiftys, (I’m like)

A tribe on a quest to get a treasure chest for my dogs,
And we always mob deep, the new prodigies causin’ havoc,
Our quest? Love, it’s been in my roots since my black thoughts,
Back when I was dark, Ozzy talkin’ to me, all my CD’s were Sabbath, (I’m like)

All the TV’s were silent, on MTV everyday you saw the Riot,
Like come on guys, don’t you feel the noise? Layin’ on nails measurin’ nine inch,
Gettin’ twisted with your sisters ‘till the dad yells “We’re not gonna take it”
I’m that man on the moon, unsure of my placement, I’m Kid Cudi if he went back to his basics, (I’m like)

What everybody wants is that ish from the soullllll (de la!)
They want those beatles tap dancin’ on acid like Ringo used to roll,
Gettin’ lead on zeppelin, stoned in the skies off that plant Paige rolls,
Supposed to pace myself, but I’m goin’ out like Brad Nowell, (thirty!) (I’m like)

Blue on the outside, black on the in, basically I’m another Eminem/M&M,
Never been slim, but I always been shady, been a bad fish since AP
Classes when I skipped them for blunt wraps rolled on the 36 chambers CD,
Ice on the cliff like Burton, need Burton, back then Metallica ran through me, (I’m like)

Tasked to take on a palace on enemies, I’m like ODB if he was born in ’93,
Obscenity since pregnancy, I’m a different fuckin’ entity, on par with DaVinci,
Will spar with any, in a car with Jay-Z, I’d wager I could battle him for his legacy,
I don’t have anything to stop me, I’m like the boys when they went beastie! (I’m like)

Groupies and Scooby snacks,
Zig-zags and doobies fat,
Pick axe and a Tool hat,
Mick Jag but the new jack, (I’m like)

Cool since a cat runnin’ fast from the employees yellin’, “Cops are on the way”,
I don’t follow structure, cliche’s or the same-sames, call me Zimmerman, (Bobbay!)
Ain’t a lakers fan, but every time I fade away I say Kobe,
Got every trophy, even your wife, I’m like Prince on the mic, (purple rainnn) (I’m like)

Jimi on the guitar, Bond driving the Aston Mar’,
Simba after he got back at Scar or Aladdin when he trapped Jafar,
Art like War’, halt if you don’t get it, re-read it,
I mean it, I’m the meanest since Johnny did it, (now cashin’ out’s the only option) (I’m like)
Track Name: $-Days (Prod. by Yondo)
Make that money, then slip awaaaaaaay,
A wise man once told mo’ money mo’ problems,
I guess I’m that type to attract troubles then,
Cause I got, I got, I got, I got, I got that pay,

Aye, flows comin’ in quicker than Niagara falls,
As a youngin’ I can’t act or pause, gotta work and move,
Gotta strut on the groove, make them green trees grow,
Make the mean fees dissolve as I team up, get cream wit the bros,

Hakeem Olajuwon, if I was an olympian, better bet I would’ve won,
Woodland native, faded everyday ‘till I make it, (son)
Move like Kenobi done, when my times comes I’ll go willingly,
‘Till that long off day I’m gonna get a slice, like who brought cake?

Make it, make it, that’s all I ever wanted to do since a kid,
Made my mind up that I’m gonna get that skrill,
Can’t chill now the globe’s warmin’ and warzones heatin’ up,
Wariness in the face of risk that isn’t needed, logic n’ digits keep me grounded,

Sit back and stack after the S-days, (Saturday, Sunday, Summer days)
Y’anno the dollar sign days, work then play, (every muthafuckin day)
Stack ‘till it’s higher than 9-tiered cake, (make that pay)
I’m talkin 9-figure pays that’ll leave ya ready to lay, (S-Daysss)
x2

This movement is ongoing ‘till millions, Maseratis and mansions,
Maybachs and my girl dancing in Gucci like royalty,
I be the hardest working, moving like I was chosen,
This confidence only comes from accomplishment, you can’t fake it,

I just maneuver takers, get my own, I’m a pioneer,
In my own reality, higher than Saturn’s stratosphere,
Passed the level of dirt roads, small towns and fear,
Now I’m onto conquer Kashmir, hiking K2 in cashmere,

Switch the gear on the goblins, fast lane the only option,
Slow pokes make dope rot, gotta keep ripe kumquats,
To do that you gotta be on top, aware wit’ the 3rd eye op’,
Numb to thots, I got a queen and she drops it like it’s hot,

I hate snakes jacque! I hate em! (fuck the slytherins!)
I’m the beast with the teeth hidin’ in the trees
Eyes red as can be, scarin’ every little kid to sleep
Call me another wolf of wall street (only way to get this green)

Sit back and stack after the S-days, (Saturday, Sunday, Summer days)
Y’anno the dollar sign days, work then play, (every muthafuckin day)
Stack ‘till it’s higher than 9-tiered cake, (make that pay)
I’m talkin 9-figure pays that’ll leave ya ready to lay, (S-Daysss)
x2

Put your money to work after you got yours,
You’ll get it when you’re older like the ‘rents say,
I’m after it now cause I’m about to crumble and cripple away,
It’s only 80 short years left, anxiety on my case everyday,

And I wanna enjoy it, I wanna bathe in my glory,
Taste my cherry on top, don’t wanna grind ‘till I flop
Never gettin’ to the other side, I ain’t Moses,
Sufferin’ keeps sputtering off at me and I wanna escape this,

Life’s too short for a dark dash for quick cash,
Y’anno what I mean? It ain’t all about the green,
Moolah, peso, skrilla, stacks,
We just want what we can’t have,

But we still all after it, tragic that this dragon possessed us with this magic,
Cursed with the worst shit, chasin’ addictive digits,
We all just wanna be the muthafuckin’ big shit,
But only one of us will be the boss, that’s the competition!

Sit back and stack after the S-days, (Saturday, Sunday,),
Y’anno the dollar sign days, work then play, (every muthafuckin day)
Stack ‘till it’s higher than 9-tiered cake, (make that pay)
I’m talkin 9-figure pays that’ll leave ya ready to lay, (S-Daysss)
x2
Track Name: BARKbaric Wizardtree (Prod. by CANIS MAJOR)
Been had hooters of that hickory,
Too busy to remember every memory,
Spent days dodging Dick Dastardly, (drat! double drat!)
Lost my letter to the school of witchcraft & wizardry, (fuck..)

Born into love, married the drugs, call me haphazardly,
Tryin’ to find that objective perspective, but it’s all so glittery,
The lights shine so magnificently, get some delivery,
Livin’ in a city, got all the amenities, but why all the misery?

Where’s Waldo or Carmen but with Lady Liberty,
Sometimes even the elder are lost, we got unknowns always,
The current constant culture cancer is in the inability to find your own answers,
All of us obsessed with infamy, fail to look inwardly,

Find me up in the tress where the falcons be,
From the forests of pine, up north next to the sea,
Never been classy, always been crafty,
Latchkey kid since 9, never did rewind,

I got glory in my eyes, great heights in my sight

Been in this shit since 93 (foo!)
Look at all the bullshit I been through,
So called beef with you know who?
Voldemort and violence the day through,

Remember back when we rocked Adios and rode Mongoose,
Sipped on bug juice, chomped fruit loops and were set loose,
Ripped up raw boots, timberlands if you parents had ends,
Walmart brand for the rest of us, only had $35 to spend,

I wanna be like Einstein in 1905,
‘Cept before I’m 25, so I’m bustin’ while I’m still alive,
Rustin’ ain’t in this time, I’m crushing any foe I can find,
Fuck a Mac, I got persuasion, my weapon is my mind,

Studying rap genius like I’m Eminem’s apprentice,
The sith in training of spit, the new shit, sick misfit,
Accurate like an abacus doin’ arithmetic,
Just another millennial making moves to get millions, (bitchhhh)

I got glory in my eyes, great heights in my sight

“I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast,
“You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?” (Happy Gilmore sample)
Anger spittin’ that hateful Christian rhetoric,
Out-smarten ‘em with a Texas instrument, plot to take a piss, (on idiocy)

Hot spit flicks outta me cause my mind’s a pyro,
Twistin’ up missiles as we spin through the spiral,
Perception elevated, there is no real rival,
Trudging through life’s trifles, prose so deadly rifle,

On the wheel we go like bicycles, herb similar to NyQuil,
Purple by the truckload, reppin’ the coastal code,
Balance through different worlds like Rick & Morty,
Piff early to when I’m sleepy, black out and find the key,

Locks and puzzles are there as obstacles,
So switch up ya hustle if you in a struggle,
I been down in the depressive wells,
Sorrowed then did what I had to escape hell,

I got glory in my eyes, great heights in my sight

Find me burning fern in the gulley,
Slippin past the salty, got a girl so sultry,
Burmese python of this babbling tongue game we,
Play, and of it I’m the rising king, Moses of my people, trying get us free,

Trying to just let it be, but we constantly in malarkey,
Imprisoned in a monarchy, only doom I currently see,
Till that sativa sparks and infuses me with positivity,
I don’t know my philosophy, but mastering knowledge at a rate no ones seen,

Fuck a college Id rather stack and stash my green,
Sip a flask when I wanna get mean, guess I took a hint from the bean,
Honed my skills in Boston, burned homegrown constant,
The next Dalai Llama, Jedi master, rap monster in the mosh pit,

Son of a God, but got mortal parents who raised me like Hercules,
They had love for me but always knew I stood out like an oddity,
Honestly I just wanna be let be, let bygones go and let the world grow,
Feel the flow of the cultures as we try to dampen evil’s harsh blows,
Track Name: Serendipity (Prod. by Yondo)
Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeeelp)
Where’s that muse when you really need her? (pissed)
I said serendipity, won’t you visit me?
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeelp)

Constantly waitin’, hopin’ for somethin’,
Mind tranced out, day-dreaming’s doin’ nothin’,
When she’s suckin’, fuckin’, no ideas are coming,
What’s with this dry spell? Why’s my brain in a cell?

Why’s my heart in Hell? Why’d that campaign of hope fail?
Why do we still prevail? Even amongst all this evil?
I’m from a tiny ville by the hills of blue, next to the sea where time’s a snail
And they all retro not cause it’s cool cause it’s all they got,

OUI’s and jail and all the other tales pale in comparison,
Cause these my brethren, my soul in this like my life is a being,
Quick note, it is, so choose your path on this miss’,
-On since LeBron had his palm on the ball, I’m ballin bitch,

The only way that came, is through devotion and sad days,
I don’t get that writer’s block cause all my block had writers
Inspired me to reach higher, lifting off spliffs of piff on fire,
I’m that child that knew he was wild, turned myself to the King of many isles,

Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeeelp)
Where’s that muse when you really need her? (pissed)
I said serendipity, won’t you visit me?
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeelp)

Visit me like guests comin’ and goin’, theres a hotel in my head,
Every night a new fantasy in my bed, a new amenity to be had,
So that flow needs to go like the rivers roll, need it pronto!
Feed it after midnight and end up with horrors and dark insight,

Been bendin’ down roads, burnin’ ‘Buru engines with my gremlins,
Fencin’ up your racket, sell it to the trailer park boys down the lane,
Under the table, pass that cash, but can’t scribble anything out the brain,
Need to turn that cash to a stash, blaze down a brick of hash and re-gain,

Cause writer’s block ain’t real, unless you’re talking the corner of St.Giles and Wellington,
Or any of the blocks from Yonkers to Queen’s Village to Flatbush to Shaolin,
That wall, that block, that feeling of no-go, that’s an illusion,
That urge to stop or just not, is the difference between genius and flop,

Serendipity, where you goin’?
Hey miss, I need you a little long-
-Er, I need you to do my dirty work,
I hate this thinking thing, just gimme another epiphany! (PLEASE!)

Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeeelp)
Where’s that muse when you really need her? (pissed)
I said serendipity, won’t you visit me?
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeelp)

(Stop begging)
Track Name: quiet (Prod. by P.SOUL)
I got the juice, I got the boost,
I been so stup…. id,
Never lucid, no more,
Takin’ shrooms, no more,

Takin’ lucy, I adore,
Eatin’ pussy, du jour,
Oh so fragrant, dior,
Then the Uber, the door,

I been movin’ like a rollercoaster off-the-tracks, on a mission,
Never slippin’ even when the odds are slick, I got traction,
I got tracks and I got bars and they ain’t double X’s,
Send a message to your ho that I only got exes,

‘Cept one, unless I’m dumb,
I never really ever stopped to smell the roses,
Just rose like that rose that Pac told about,
I don’t doubt, I only got clout,

I don’t give a fuck about you,
I don’t give a fuck what you do,
I slip through the city in a coupe,
I maneuver through this shit like a bandit,

I swipe hard and it ain’t no AmEx,
Fuck a text, only roll with those that’s right by my persons,
I got the verses and I’m imperfect,
I’m a human, I’m a poet, I’m devoted,

I reported it back, I voted when it mattered,
I scolded the evil, but been tempted since a three year old,
Ain’t tryin’ to make it to Vevo, I’m only after cashflow,
Mad votes for the best ever, style like Sergeant Pepper,

Divided states gonna get us all schizophrenic,
The truth aches and it ain’t a bad dentist,
I defend wit- find my body slain in battlefields,
Find my ideas tossed in history books,

Found my mind lost and told it to give up,
Gave love to caged bugs, only ate drugs,
Ever heard of Anorexia Drugosa?
My grub is chug mugs of crud, slug a pastor and get his daughter to tug,

Called a thug, but white as fuck,
Rather hug a whore than a nun,
Plug up the holes of this smug society,
I lug jugs of mud up mountains, I deserve piety,

Lured the demons out and smiled wildly,
Hid in the bushes and struck with archery,
Tucked in the irony is a higher being guiding the deeds,
Defying the reasons why, we ponder a deeper sky,

Heat the cool and watch the darkness subside,
Love is the only good fight,
Shrug off a loss most would cripple over,
I tippy-toe over closure, find the needle, thread it, and stitch my shit,

I clipped the wings off the bitch,
I don’t sing often, I just spit,
I try new things a lot, I’m not static,
I found out how to bring hope, just exist,
Track Name: Indy Jones feat. Norah Jones (Prod. by Yondo)
Keep it i n d e,
p e n d e n t,
Get grimy when I’m doin’ vengeance,
Revenge of the words, westside my residence,

Too many lines, they think I’m a druggy,
Too many bars, I need to unlock mentally,
Too fuckin ill, I think I out did insanity,
Too powerful, I don’t think I’m part of humanity,

Hot like fire, burnin’ in a desert,
Smooth like a wave, no effort,
Drop like leaves in autumn is the method,
Electric and eclectic is all I spit kid,

Acquiring what I require, supreme leader raised from a squire,
Practice, practice what they teach, earnin' you a place to preach,
Skyward are where my words are headin', head at cloud 9, feet,
Hanging below like the Dreamworks kid, under the moon we creep,

"Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy..."
x2
by Norah Jones “Don’t Know Why”

Emotionless after a potent mix,
Of potions, doses and bongos of spliff,
Like a gorilla of the Congo, wildfires to the jungles,
Eyes huge from fungi up in the mental,

Same hue as Zeus but with a screw loose,
Obtuse with my thoughts, taught by Doc Suess,
Didn’t hear Dre’s beats till I was in middle school,
But since then been lit like a muthafuckin’ fuse,

Cerebellum sharper than a godamn ginsu,
Samurai smokin’ jack herer in an igloo,
Tightend nooses ‘round my foes till cold blue,
I sold a few bales, flipped it till stock grew,

Eatin’ avocados in a rusty Silverado,
Jager bottle sippin’ out in Colorado,
I been up and down, back n’ forth,
Traveled long, but my journey still on-goin’,

"Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy..."
x2
by Norah Jones “Don’t Know Why”
Track Name: Apollo 33 (Prod. by Tony Orteez)
Find me up in my studio all night schemin’,
While you’re all in bed, just snoozin' n’ sleepin’,
Boozin’ and bein’ heathen, while I apply reason,
Direct my passions, command my legion,

Smack and weed, dope and speed,
This place pumped up like Apollo Creed,
Send hollows then ya bleed, it’s a dirty deed,
Let the squirrely beef, while the lions win, pickin’ their teeth,

It’s a breeze to me, sailin through infinity,
Been had the ability to flow like faucets leak,
I mean more like Niagara in it’s peak,
I’m a demon to rappers, a monster to the meek,

Got the mills producin’, hopin’ they profit a mil’, (Free Meek Mill!)
Got a bil’ on the way, just put it on the bill,
These franklins too small, need a thousand dollar bill,
You ain’t got the will to get those, keep livin’ in filth,

Fuck replacing Hova,
Imma just make my own team, be the owner,
The conqueror of my own lane,
Fuck followin’ the footsteps of giants,

Mindin’ my own, buildin’ up, I tycoon,
Monsoon the moon in early June,
I keep the picture disfigured like Picasso taught,
Ya girl’s puss like moss it rot, while my girl randy for my cock,

And she got a pleasant place, suburban cul-de-sac,
She gag and cough, throat and cradle my sack,
Maid to my bag, dust it off and make it blast,
She apt for that, in my apartment slappin’ booties mad,

And they fat and her mind no plastic bag (it ain’t empty),
They sent for me, got the notification recently,
Can’t stop, this an express headed for luxury,
Fucks with me and got creeps that’ll sweep in the street,
Track Name: Johnny L (Prod. by Jace Phonz aka Dope The Mean Child)
Spark that fire, incinerate the kaya,
Levitate higher, perception wider,
Never liked bein’ a buyer, so I became a supplier,
Tireless against the tired tirade of liars,

Mirror the pious, but puff pot at every spot,
Liquor in my chalice, known to murder malice,
In the midst of the mists of war, I’m never passive,
Known to blast foes faces off, accurate tactics, [SHOT GUN]

Black-out is on the timetable, schedule my fall offs,
Just like my drop outs, I mop up, end up ahead,
Behead the leader in the middle of a moonlit night,
Spoon-fed bullshit since you were a lil’ fuckin tyke,

Catch up like condiments, extra up your basic,
Smoke through the day’s end, no I never quit,
Motive to spark bic’s, hits, and mind’s that know this is the Matrix,
So stay sharp till your paychecks look ridiculous,

Champagne taste but got beer pockets,
Seer sockets, I mean my eyes prophet,
Realize the profits and get your part of it,
Start shit just to trick the fools, part of the skit,

Pardon my spliff, but I smoke constant,
Roll from the Bay to Boston, all my ground’s stompin’,
Launchin’ stratospherically, life isn’t clear to me,
It hasn’t been to anyone, that’s part of the game B,

And I never had a plan b, can’t abort the dreams I see,
Vivid, known to be livid when resistance peaks,
Peek into the soul of a traveler who ain’t scared to be alone,
It’s the only way to live, sure that you got your own,

Scurred of bein’ far away from home, you’ll never make it son,
Drop fear like it’s last seasons shit and your on the bandwagon,
Abandonment never stopped anyone, so slay your dragon,
Build your cabin, get your damsel, and take your kingdom,

Every moment is a lesson yearning to be learned,
Levy focus ‘till my verses leavin’ victim’s burned,
Everyone of us are going through times of trying,
It’s just the majority of us are constantly denying,

Findin’ confidence after coughing on cannabis,
My consciousness expanding to higher bandwidths,
You’re strugglin' to pay bills and be stable,
While I’m rumblin’ to be a goddamn fable,

Sippin’ hard cider, smokin’ EZ widers,
Lazy since recliners all my rivals be,
Know that, so been movin’ like I’m poppin’ uppers,
Dodgin’ Coppers, hope that I don’t get clobbered,

Mob hard, no job, Goyard, trap star,
Fast car, 4 whores, more yard, rap star,
Black carb’, pack loud, 4 cards, all kings,
Aces garb, packed crowd, 4 stars, plat’ bling,
Track Name: Is Rome Fireproof? (Prod. by Yondo)
Rome is burnin’, rome is burnin’,
Homes ain’t sellin’, loans ain’t workin’,
Groans all we hearin’, phones turned off,
Life ain’t soft and America is lost,

Put the chrome to your dome, end it all,
That’s where we at, just need to make the call,
It’s all up and down, topsy-turny, curvy-whirly,
Seems like we all in a hurry to get nearly a penny,

Ayeee, it’s always been this way, (that’s what they say)
Peasants screamin’ for their cake,
But they didn’t take it when Marie told you claim it,
I blame cowardice, but I ain’t about that, got that malice,

Sippin’ out my chalice on my throne in my palace,
Got an atlas mapped out of my conquests I’m ‘bout to act on,
Faster than a tachyon, I can take on anyone,
Lyrics out the seventh circle but flow like I’m Adam’s son,

Godly blood, off key buzz,
Rome is burnin’, NYC got attacked,
Rome is burnin’, LA turned to a buzzards nest,
But what if Rome is fireproof and all this hoopla is spoof,

Poof, it’s gone, society ‘rounded another corner,
Phew, glad we made it, now back to causin’ havoc,
Mavericks move the millions for the billionaires
Who sit and stare and got plots to run the who, what, why, when and where,

Their air is eclectic, but mines more effective,
Move with the people, don’t guide with your ego,
Unless you wanna end up six feet below, (woah!)
I’m just questioning if this all cycles and is set up by suits in back rooms,

Who’d rather loot in a monsoon than help their fellow platoons,
I mean we’re all in the same boat, most just don’t realize until their last moons,
Soon we’re gonna face trials that’ll all but consume
So I keep my head above the water, dodging all the doom,

Marooned on an island, thinkin’ maybe I’m the only one thinkin’ this way,
Or is society gonna continue regardless of my paranoid state?
I hope and I pray, but I don’t know today,
Cause rome is burnin’ and I don’t know if it’ll all end safe,

Godly blood, off key buzz,
Rome is burnin’, NYC got attacked,
Rome is burnin’, LA turned to a buzzards nest,
But what if Rome is fireproof and all this hoopla is spoof,

Poof, it’s gone, society ‘rounded another corner,
Phew, glad we made it, now back to causin’ havoc,
Mavericks move the millions for the billionaires
Who sit and stare and got plots to run the who, what, why, when and where,

Systems are meant to be just that, never endin’ just cycle back
So why we so scared, why we darin’ to change if it can’t crack?
If it can, then what fuck we doin’ man?
Letting emotions bubble over cause our culture got fissures? (Just fix it!)

Leaving behind broken factories and troubled youth,
Why’s the land of the free got the most prisoners? (that’s truth)
Why’s the american dream dimming and upward mobility impossible?
I feel like we’re driving on unkept road, swervin tossin’ bottles,

Urgin’ all my peers to lift off the throttle,
Take a break and meditate, (we all need to stop once and awhile)
Why the fuck we all in denial?
Why the fuck do we all plaster on fake smiles?

Rome is burnin’, rome is burnin’,
But what if Rome is fireproof and all this hoopla is spoof,
x2
Track Name: phantom. (Prod. by MiiiKXY)
2 killas always run wit me no matter what I fuckin’ do,
Like Wu-Tang after 36, I’m the new thang that brewed,
Hate the types who can’t differentiate between Raekwon and Ghost’s face,
Basically 95 percent of my race and half my fanbase, (gotta listen)

I’ve been sent by Martians on a mission to take back the vision,
We down alternate timelines that screwin’ with our imagination,
Depression encroachin’ like roaches infestin’ your kitchen,
Boastin’ about nothin cause you never were confident,

I come to you in confidence, known to keep it conscious,
My style is confidential, cop a con-man’s delivery is the option,
But that’s nonsense, I create my own unique like a mystic,
Mysteries surround so I just keep changin’ forms like Mystique,

Pussies shrill and they shriek every time they meet a freak,
I don’t, cause God loves ugly, I tend to mix with the mutt breeds,
Fucks with the hippies, but keeps it tucked if it’s sketchy,
All my homies keep rifles, we’re from the north where beasts still roam around daily,

Still spittin’ aqua all day regardless of any drought,
Slow sippin’ lava every day regardless if the ‘canos out,
x4

For those who don’t know I’m a creator to the core,
Gimme some spores, I’ll turn that to ideas, then sparks those into stores
Make a million or more and then get bored
Scrap it all, re-invent myself, and still end with a better score,

I’m like a human vor-tex, flows surround me like a CGI effect,
Right by PEI is where I was raised as a little guy, one day to make a mass effect,
Gaming the system, hacking my way out this prison matrix,
Risen from the apex crop, similar to Aesop Rock but wit’ a twist

Pissed since adolescence, a menace since the first trip to the dentist,
Rap game Jedi, master of my own universe,
Don’t bow to any empire, ain’t gonna be a Sith in my hearse,
Sick to the stomach since I was sent to this Earth, (I’m ill!)

Cursed with the worst, told to flip it, make it work (Got will?)
Make it worth the tribulations, conflicts and bad days you hated,
Evaded the law, duckin’ any authority, young and jaded,
I hustled until I figured it out, made a plan, mapped it out,

Still sipping aqua all day regardless of any drought,
Slow sippin’ lava every day regardless if the ‘canos out,
x4
Track Name: ILLogical (Prod. by Penacho)
Most truths are hidden beneath absolutes,
Hear a man screaming in a jungle, know he’s got obstacles,
Yet in this day and age lyrics aren’t heard they’re called dull,
While the trap reigns currently, I can rap illogical,

Eye can, eye can wrap my mind around any fact,
Eye can, eye can follow what I learn, take the hard, get the cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, rap like a spastic gat, (ayeee)
I can rap illogical, (it don’t matter any more)

Ill no object-tion to that, son I got the logic packed,
Tasked to take on anyone with an evil composure,
I toke doja, live in the coastal, decryptin’ like coders,
You a pointless like soda, I’m the power like the motor,

You the crap, got the odor, I’m the torch, got the ember,
Temper not pediatric, not soft, ain’t tempur-pedic,
Them pure, them whiteys in the attic, bout to get a hat-trick
On ten feminine performers makin’ the temperature warm quick,

Maverick makin’ moves, layup then it’s lettuce,
Them lattice and ladders I climb like the vine does,
My mind hovers above those who can’t cooperate,
Nothing is stone carved, meanin’ you don’t got a fate,

This level is your creation,
This scheme is your namesake,
This time is your biography’s page, (read it)
This place is your imagination, (can’t you see?)

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, all I see, no debate,
Need to love, love, love, love, love it’s the only way,
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, all I see, no debate,
Need to love, love, love, love, love it’s the only way,

You win or you learn, you freeze or you burn,
This a bonafide, safari ride, trip right to the urn,
Skip the calm, take the risky, ride right through the storm,
Hang tight lil son, you been born to take on anyone,

Fake a drone ambush, leave a town awestruck,
Leave your mans’ in raw dust, ragin’ ‘till the Cop’s bust,
Hatin’ all these fake fucks, never known to take a pay cut,
Rather I’mma makeup for any losses, double it in the process,

Don’t need no office when the everything under the skies within my limit,
Fuck it, rather the whole universe is under my curse and I refuse to dim it,
Not a dimwit, been reading textbooks for fun since a lil’ twit,
Now I got the logic to take on everybody, my weapon is my wit,

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, all I see, no debate,
Need to love, love, love, love, love it’s the only way,
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, all I see, no debate,
Need to love, love, love, love, love it’s the only way,
Track Name: didn't deserve (Prod. by Yondo)
Tupac was too good and Big L shoulda never fell,
Malcolm never, ever shoulda been in that cell,
Lennon didn’t deserve those four shells,
Shouldn’t already have to say R.I.P. B.I.G.,
I just want peace like greedy corporate interests,
Get it? I hope my message can be read allowed,
To children in the crowds, learn truth, it’s genuine sound,
Been new in town, now I’m plottin’ to takeover next round,

"I love gold..." (Goldmember sample), the plot’s to drop somethin’ that’s never old,
The ghost inside is never told what me and the reaper discuss out in the cold,
Corrode at the soul of foes who never shoulda try to flow,
I’m cocoa to you mofos, sweeeeet like surfer bros, got wave yo?

I filet the weak, grill ‘em out, get their ugly side exposed,
Pay the Pope to pop the Prez if he keeps talkin’ Anti-hope,
Plant the eye of a storm in dirt, know it’ll grow into dank dope,
Crank up the amp, only remember days that were damp,

(So..)
Had to find what brought sunshine to my mind,
Grind ten times what you thought you could off pine,
The universe is lyin’, it’s out against you, out to get you,
Out to fret with you, fuck with you, slip your digit down a fret or two,

Fight against that, I’m a viking on a fifth leadin’ the group,
Mead and the soup providin’ me with vitality for what I gotta do,
Rule one is love, rule two is control, three is for the goals,
Few got the spirit, but with time anyone can succeed quick, (ho!)

Chorus:
Tupac was too good and Big L shoulda never fell,
Malcolm never, ever shoulda been in that cell,
Lennon didn’t deserve those four shells,
Shouldn’t already have to say R.I.P. B.I.G.,

Lyrics leadin’ to murder so gruesome, no open caskets,
I hate these fascists, thought we was past this,
Pass cannabis, reach bliss then untwist the fifth,
Risky biz’, the tactics sharps, but the emotions hiss,

Out in an oasis, known I was made for this,
Got the beat like Ableton, and my babe an Apple-bum,
Savage lungs, greenery livin’ inside of me,
Had a pot nursery since I probably sixteen,

Cautious, but run on balance-beams, flip the work, make the gym hurt,
Oooooooo, that boys too ill,
Close to get my fill, while you fools just chompin’ capsules,
Poppin' pills is your only skill,

I live and die hip-hop, breathe in and exhale art,
This ain’t the start, this the meteoric rise,
Flowin’ in like them rising tides caused by the Oil guys,
Eyes look like cherry pies, mind reflecting Albert Ein’

Known to rule the rhyme, legend say he’s always burnin’ pine,
Grippin all the great times, dippin’ any shadow that finds
Me, I’m the reason they got ID’s, always had an alias since 9-3,
The only way to get through the fog that barely blinds we, (real g’s move in silence like a gnat)

Tupac was too good and Big L shoulda never fell,
Malcolm never, ever shoulda been in that cell,
Lennon didn’t deserve those four shells,
Shouldn’t already have to say R.I.P. B.I.G.,
Track Name: (BONUS) IZZY LEAD! [Marcy Me Remix] (Prod. by Bakery Beats)
Back when Zimmerman was Zimmerman and thoughts were thoughts,
And Prodigy was alive, I was trippin’ in the woods or walkin’ blocks,
Stackin’ cash in my safe, cause I knead that pizza dough,
Back when Flav had the clock and when he rocked it, it was hot,

Kobe was tryin’ to catch up to the Jumpman, and Bron was chasin’ his first,
I felt that the universe gift me with a lyrical curse,
They say ‘Assume a virtue if you have not’,
Felt like the worse since middle school padlocks,

Now I’m hoppin, never floppin, on the spot like Jupiter with that dot,
Storms ragin’ and I’m an uncaged animal,
Like everyone, so maybe we’re fucked or maybe I’m crazy,
I’m from Frenchman’s Bay, where boys fish or end up a junkie,

Back when Rachel was on Ross,
When we only had 3 stations, that’s where it all started,
When Pitt was a legend, scrapin’ his brother’s body out the trench,
When Nelly made “Hot in Herre”

When Beyoncé was Beyoncé of her day, I had hoes y’all,
Think I came outta nowhere like premature ejaculation? Never, (ha)
I’m just bein’ silly, cause I’ve never had a baby (Nah)
Still got time to lead my bandwagon, I’ve just begun,
(Izzy! Lead!)

(Izzy! Lead!)
Streams is my arteries, my breath is the wind,
I’m the Sherwood’s Robin Hood,
Trees is my veins, feel my lungs inhale with ‘bis,
I’ m loopy ‘round my compadres, we speak mule latin,

Key-hame three who the-ha bee hushes smy-helling lee hike rhee hoses,
Dumb, but keep it cryptic ‘case the Federales try to case us,
Don’t need a trophy, let that millennial cliche die fast,
Old bullshit, it’s never no new shit, everything recycled, that’s truth,

Phat farms and pink laces, flannels and frozen faces,
Not tryin’ to be a little boat in a big sea,
Rather, I’m after that yacht that McGregor wanted on his IG,
Shout out to all the losers who turned winners,

Plural, FUCK THE FEDERAL BUREAU!
Shouts out to Summer Harbor, Mission Hill, MDI, (and now the Cali side!)
All the people who work tirelessly to do no evil,
Shout out to Biggie Smalls, Tupac, heroes,
I guess that’ll conclude my attempt bro,
(Izzy! Lead!)

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