(please be mindful of every word) verse 1: Real talk... why the fuck you got a mic? what's so fuckin special or important about your life that you gotta write, put in studio time, and look up phrases for your situation, who gives a fuck? fear at the core of lacking 1 of 3 things love, grounded being, or understanding back words whichever way now you're writing away for some "better" way while around your way nothing.. fucking.. changes Social media making your neighbor hood stranger slavery game got you prey praying for salvation in a perfect world where ego's crave hell to complain might as well cash out crying bull shit in the rap game no--wait... you're "Conscious" and all about "the light"? and the world family universal mind, right? so you write... about plight (....with no solutions) mention: "revolution", "die", the colors black or red drop the beat or live band groove it... Dude! Who the fuck are you?... that you need a logo, or a contract, or a kru or an image? you don't exist. fuck your point of view you're the same nothing as everyone and everything around you BUT I'M supposed to pay YOU for some WORDS YOU speak which is YOU processing energy life gave YOU for FREE so YOU can chain ME to a moment with YOUR VIBRATION YOU'RE creating through YOUR WORDS cause YOU can't fix what YOU'RE facing?! (just about every song ever) "you're in love or you lost it madd, or you HOT SON!!! got knowledge to drop, or you just sick of the cop guns politics suck, you workin hard but ain't got nothing or you thugged out, commercial, comical, cause you soft as a felt button ---and you're just bringing "something NEW" to the game? everything about "your sound"... "ain't been done"... ...even though... it's all made with the same equipment, the same notes, same language, same reaction to the same emotions, same questions, quotes, lost in the same moments, same drinks, same smokes, same prayers and deep strokes... same God - body - earth - ninja - roPOT - vampire - commando - baddest - respectable - bitch - nigga - honkey - [whatever] - AS THE LAST FORGOTTEN MOFO!!!!... WHATDAFUQ?! WHY ARE YOU in MY EARS? I'm rappin' so the need for all rap disappears i want the world to shut the fuck up in peace or JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, so i don't kill you AND me so really.... why the fuck YOU got a mic?!

[intro:] ...cause sooner or later it all comes down to the end.. ...cause sooner or later its all coming down to the end.. [verse 1:] tired of this shit i never asked for ...nowhere to run like vader like son-tsu-- fuck it why "you"? smoke... cause time lives on mind borrowed that, unanalyzed, would be ...free in de-light-fully judgment's as fake as God dreaming about you now-- don't rock the boat being is bigger than human, infinitely yet... infinity keeps being a busy b** buzzed on a vibe.. of... simplicities of the humanity ride if only it would love itself as it was designed understand hopefully you get me before i get got if not, consequence is none to me dollars and sense pimped i'm exempt from profit hood pulled over wolves in ghettos i am to "oh shit!" as you are to "hahah--dafuq?!" (smh) big manhood complex residence check bounce insanity that was as poetically fucked up as "fuck it" i'm a diacidal string theory in a land of puppets ...heart songs got me strung along [hook:] ...cause sooner or later its all coming down to the end.. down to the end of the parting vibe part uno-momento this seconds purpose? dispensing euphoria from a box black locked itself in..... ((...cause sooner or later its all coming down to the end..)) ...for it's own protection for, from, and of it's self maybe... maybe i'm in the process of over-doping ......cause sooner or later its all coming down to the end.. [verse 2:] if you love your self we can talk ... if you know how to talk... but you gotta know how to shut the fuck up and dig playstation if you can do that and breathe human? hey, you can stay and if you can do God like do me like you do you i can respect you we're both killers and liars and hustlers just perfect and if you can double shut the fuck up and play chess and instruments?! i got a ring of fire for you.. cook on top of that?! with them mirror aviators and hoop earrings shell-tops with that chinese dress and kangols??!! THATS BULLETS! your my bestie and i bet you got someone everything is on a time limit make the most light of it now and do you happily to the point of clarity understand Claire Huxtables with the same sweet beat as Denise cheat if it's your truth but be honest and it ain't cheating I'll forgive 'cause i'm bigger than skin and know "better" human keeps falling a part because of the "god" scyde keeps claiming opening one eye then crucifying --if you're that? fuck me and shut the fuck up ...cause sooner or later its all coming down to the end..

[lyrics:] i feel me fading into the nite lites above this strange world this krazy life the gravity won't take me i'm too high above the clouds and the lite lights and i'm going away if you need me, stay with me and we can leave this place and go into the lite lites all wide open spaces

[intro] (humming and) "did you know 1,2,3,4,5 = 15? haha, true story [verse1] i wrote these words trippin while sippin on sunny d cause the beer was all gone and i gotta be watching my pee cause i got an interview for potential slavery to be stamping out clay bricks to build a bridge to free a mockery is money, which makes dark of reality its an art to scraping by but to thrive is a masterpiece do i master the beast in me or let 'em run free? am i a "work in progress" or what i was meant to be? "why" is the realest question, the answer's in complete keeps changing the world's changing the times' changing me the lines have all been drawn, and the song is sweet on repeat-- "any friend of my enemy is an enemy to me" the problem is the problems all exist as normalcy deception is the second biggest game up in this piece of endless peace distracting as the nothing ignoring me cause ignorance of idle hands is blisters bending seeds [hook] all i think about is dying and seeing you smiling world is swallowing my soul but i'm still trying don't know why most times but still we both survive even when we don't want it circles of falling, flying the stage is in stages where the spotlights keep me blinded and the chains we gain help us to maintain while we curse and kill the answers sent before crying an infinite loop of energy dividing multiplying to one [verse 2] we're running in circles, an exercise in killing time a blessing to have a brain and soul to make your mind the spirit is just a drug, hits harder in half the time but the sex and bio excrement transform robots to prime there's examples of how ample the supply of potent lies that vibrate the most steady of vibes and pierces the i's and most won't realize their either blind or still confined in comfortable ties until they've died a couple times take one step ahead of your time and time blows your mind how understanding it all to be so small then you unwind we're all a whirlwind of sin enlightening by divine just visions of perfection seeking where there's none to find the truth is that there is no sin, just that we're ignorant just Gods being, angels torn, distracted being kids to sort itself out, find the "why" that it exists its why we are how we are it's all the same shit [hook] all i think about is dying and seeing you smiling world is swallowing my soul but i'm still trying don't know why most times but still we both survive even when we don't want it circles of falling, flying the stage is in stages where the spotlights keep me blinded and the chains we gain help us to maintain while we curse and kill the answers sent before crying an infinite loop of energy dividing multiplying to one

[verse 1] cranking up the volume till i'm blown away past the roof and sirens to some other place residing in the silence of this getaway no matter how chaotic reality is.. it fades away here i sit, trying not to shake as my life slowly dissipates surrounded till drowning in senselessness i stray from the smiles of younger dayz searching for something to replace... i'm needing something more growing restless now feels like nothing's gonna hold me down from the suburbs to the pissy heartless grit downtown under streetlights and bars and acoustic sounds i lay felt both the beast in me and humanity at war, forever torn unless i drift aimlessly pointing me to time killers and destiny while the smile of younger dayz seem to be more and more a dream [bridge] missing the hold of distractions and addictions the depth of my prayers pain and power positions seems i'm drifting, spinning no more the innocence when young who am i to become to survive this ain't living, story of my life joined by smiles and dev'lish grins to kill time trying to find and free me find a dream round and round it goes and at the end here i am again (that was my moms acoustic guitar through the whole song. The bass is just me playing the bass string. this was before i had a guitar. i still haven't learned to play one, i just try to get the sound out that i want.) [verse 2] cranking up the volume till i'm blown away past the roof and sirens to some other place residing in the silence of this getaway no matter how chaotic reality is... it fades away here i sit, trying not to shake as my life slowly dissipates surrounded till drowning in senselessness i stray from the smiles of younger dayz searching for something to replace... (this is my favorite part) i need some room to breathe and be me and so i disappear tonight seems recently i've been kinda less inclined to sleep but more deceased no matter how hard i try--- can't seem to be me so if you feel you're up to running wild you've got my number plus we share a style sometimes to live you gotta go outside of the smiles of your younger dayz searching for us in this place

[verse 1:] there's a lot of shit down here it pays no mind but up there you float on white lines cutting the waight (weight & wait, not a typo) always brighter than grounded --it's how we're wired but i haven't forgotten how not to fly [chorus] but ok skye, i'm coming up sending clouds your way me ripping through me ok skye please don't fall for us kiss my ass goodbye [verse 2:] tut tut, smells like rain again please don't fall for us and i pity the fool who knows more than nothing to gain feel your hand blowing through mine I'm ready to lift off but the shadows of my kind are not so kind [chorus] but ok skye, i'm coming up sending clouds your way me ripping through me ok skye, please don't fall for us kiss my ass goodbye

[the frickin words] well it seems like time to fly but i can't find a-way thought that was the last time i'd die but, well.... here we go again deep in circles of flames and smoke we spin and spend our time and cash 'till seeing sunrise is sin as bitter best plans lay waste to our better judgments ways, we're strugglin' to struggle on to some slipping away better daze and as your name is called on the hit list and the shots ring out... it's time to motivate. All the memories overflow here on this sinking ship... all the wasted nights, streaks and lights... and all the dust and the glitz... all the loves gain and lost, and the crosses, too, through fingertips the pictures slip i rise as smoke and kiss the dawn goodbye, fly out into the red as fallen angels scream, "Baby please, baby don't leave" ha, baby i gotta git some cry, some scream and kick when it's time to roll out i flip appendages and split trudging along through the fire and mud and the crap that held me down looking at all these footprints and skeletons here in this ground look ahead at the desert and mirage i'm running to away from nothing but my funeral Baby i'm coming home when the bags hit the floor i'll hold you tight and we can get lost in cars blowing by each others eyes, the sunrise... the moon and the stars at night I got a bunch of ill to kill, smile, I'll be alright but if i die, Angel, i'll check you on the flip side (get on and motivate girl...)

[verse 1] So it was friday nigh---no, SATURDAY night, at the bar and i seen this lady, maaaaan she was sitting with somebody but she noticed me notice her, so i let her know with a wave of hand accompanied with a couple bottles of suds i mad my man take over to her table and she was watching me close, blowin out smoke, while i jammed on the stage with the Zephaniah band Lookin like a 'hot-dayum' on fire, with a look of desire glaring at me over mirror lenses and i noticed with every glance and missed chance to slow dance, she looked a little more intense We tore it up, a couple of encore's and a little more, then we had to git up outta there but, walking over to me slow when i was headed for the door, here come Ms. Ladyma'am... [chorus] she said to me, real slick, with a 'come and get it' lookin her eye, smiled, "Hey man, i was feeling like you were feeling me feeling you and i kinda get the feeling that if we were in another place, in another time with some space to unwind we could get down. I got a man but i'd be lying if i said---" that's when i took her hand and said, "Sshhhhhh, Ms. Ladyma'am.... Baby, you gotta understand, i'm a well known rolling stone... just a simple man. I ain't tryna get get tied down or tied up, or handcuffe--maybe a little sumthin. But i don't get hung out to dry, or sprung, or ready to die for nobody, be nobody's babydaddy, man. I only kick it with the baddest of the bad--must be my lucky day, that's YOU Ms.Ladyma'am." [verse 2] So my man Flyy Tyy found an after party for the band to attend--the place was jumpin! I had me a rum & coke, Flyy Tyy had a smoke, B. Slikk had him a little juice & gin. All the shorties was clocking us, and we was watching them watch us like they wasn't watching. I'm like, "I'm tired, i'm 'bout to raise up, but right quick though, yo fam, I'mma go hit the can." As the bass kicked in and the black-lights dimmed i stopped and grinned from someone whispering. I felt a tickle in my ear, and the scent i recognized, and linked eyes with Ms. Ladyma'am She said, "I was hoping i would see you. I was thinking 'bout me and thinking 'bout you and i was thinking we could find some place to be?" I said, "take my hand, i'm yours Ms.Ladyma'am." [chorus] she said to me, real slick, with a 'come and get it' lookin her eye, smiled, "Hey man, i was feeling like you were feeling me feeling you and i kinda get the feeling that if we were in another place, in another time with some space to unwind we could get down. I got a man but i'd be lying if i said---" that's when i took her hand and said, "Sshhhhhh, Ms. Ladyma'am.... Baby, you gotta understand, i'm a well known rolling stone... just a simple man. I ain't tryna get get tied down or tied up, or handcuffe--maybe a little sumthin ;) . But i don't get hung out to dry, or sprung, or ready to die for nobody, be nobody's babydaddy,, man. I only kick it with the baddest of the bad--must be my lucky day, that's YOU Ms.Ladyma'am." [verse 3] So we flying, midnight, ocean side in a 75mph or something... doing 'bout a 110mph breeze blowing, pumping Tupac "WHO DO YOU BELIEVE IN?" cruising, talking, grooving when she said, "Hey man, see that place up on the hill? That's my place. C'mon, lets go in." She fixed a little drink... took a littler tour... sipped a little more... then we hit the floor.... it was something. I noticed that her eyes looked lighter, but her style got darker when she flashed a little fang then i laughed in the camera and laid back like, "Well... i diggs a vamp chick now and then.." but she's reaching for a knife and a flask, and asking something about a 'sacrificial lamb'-- I'm like, "Woah man!?" Just then, her fiend, Mr. Muscleman pick RIGHT THEN to come and bust in with a chrome 16 gauge (or pump?) like, "I GOT CHA!!!" --then he started dumping... I rolled off to the side, got my hand untied busted him with a trashcan, and i jumped into my dickie pants and my tee. Told Ms.Ladyma'am, "Thanks for a lovely evening." Laughing to myself at how she got my nose open, Kicked her friend again, and i took my leave then. The next day i woke up on the beach a bit discombobulated thinking i was dreaming. So i stumbled to my feet pat my pockets down for my keys so i could hit the street when i found a note in my pocket with a kiss-- black lipstick, and the note? that read, "Hey man, last night was the most fun we've BOTH had in a long time... we gotta do that again. thank you, xoxo Ms.Ladyma'am" [chorus] she said to me, real slick, with a 'come and get it' lookin her eye, smiled, "Hey man, i was feeling like you were feeling me feeling you and i kinda get the feeling that if we were in another place, in another time with some space to unwind we could get down. I got a man but i'd be lying if i said---" that's when i took her hand and said, "Sshhhhhh, Ms. Ladyma'am.... Baby, you gotta understand, i'm a well known rolling stone... just a simple man. I ain't tryna get get tied down or tied up, or handcuffe--maybe a little sumthin. But i don't get hung out to dry, or sprung, or ready to die for nobody, be nobody's babydaddy,, man. I only kick it with the baddest of the bad--must be my lucky day, that's YOU Ms.Ladyma'am."

lyrics in the video also https://youtu.be/ukDpwCHLUQk [lyrics] ...run it back... Lack of daze in days leads to lackadaisical lackluster the cluster of stars falling before me ravenous the red all wolves get fed in parables, religiously classic in my character like Bruce Wayne ballin out after bawling out then brawling out blacked till signals call 'em out all about revolutions turn about time i'm out Lack of punctuation keeps lines fashionably L8 flow ahead of it's time like sounumbies* ((tsunamis & sound numbing)) only a dummy on the regular so we're equal nothing sweet about it heartbeat is we the people bluntly weed the people from the greens i roll like that collapse like the matrix of the market stock-in kats** ((stocking & stock in)) neo plugged in like Google Glass-is-aps ((google glasses apps + glass is aspse, aspse)) Whats the haps? Superstar, ball-an threw your atmosphere*** ((balling through, and balled and threw... your atmosphere)) browns and clear's a mimicked side effect when vision kicks in --plus i made you a 'dope rapper' cause you're mentally spitting my spittings ripping fear till fear itself fears its self and fear-fully... vanishes thought i'd say diss-a-peer***** like a freestyle battle-kat (no)--never that hint of (bastard) with gouda rotten cheddar or be rabbits poppin like i got cheddah of the tongue ((that whole part means having gold babies, or being fruitful)) Jedi third eye four letter, ((mind fuck)) maul force like S&M Vaders (insert finish line) ....and you can quote me. i tried to put the mic down, but smoking's hard to quit crack visions like pipers sniping like dope is hard to hit got a shitty golden flow like Oprah's kush in clit (now THAT'S some O-shit) kill you infinitely with a smile and you thank me, because i'm NICE you listen to my text messages twice and i crack speakers got your mind stuck on repeat like i'm your speech therapy teacher I inspire abdominal adjectives predicate is phenomenal turds I make love to your eardrums and then eff-you-see?-k (y) what you heard. xoxo byrd ===================== some of the bars i liked include: flow ahead of it's time like sounumbies* ((tsunamis & sound numbing... just crushing wav's)) only a dummy on the regular so we're equal ((that was me calling folks dummies.)) "Stoop to their level, so we're equal... equal=sugar substitute so, "nothing sweet about it" collapse like the matrix of the market stock-in kats** ((stocking & stock in, like a store that has stock in humans meanwhile the store is stocking humans on it's shelves to sell)) neo plugged in like Google Glass-is-aps ((google glasses apps + glass is apse, aspse)) Whats the haps? Superstar, ((What's the buzz.... song from Jesus Christ SUPERSTAR)) Superstar ball-an threw your atmosphere*** ((balling through, and balled and threw... your atmosphere)) ripping fear till fear itself fears its self and fear-fully... vanishes thought i'd say diss-a-peer***** ((lyrically it makes more sense in a rhyme/flow to say "ripping fear, till fear fully disappears." but instead i went with vanishes. same thing but it set up more opportunity to flip words. Also diss-a-peer is what freestyle battlers do. Diss=disrespect ...a peer.)) like a freestyle battle-kat ("no" in Filipino i was told is "hin'de")--never that hint of ("bastard" in arabic or pakastani was "har'dam f'veda, or so i was told) with gouda rotten cheddar or be rabbits poppin like i got cheddah of the tongue ((that whole part means having gold babies, or being fruitful)) Jedi- third eye - four letter, ((=mind fuck, or a very adept spiritually powerful foul individual)) i tried to put the mic down, but smoking's hard to quit ((meaning i smoke microphones)) crack visions like pipers sniping like dope is hard to hit ((meaning, "my style is: 1. grand visions are split in half and laid to rest by musically alluring killers who are trying to hit a level of perfection... and, 2. like the illusion of crack to crackhead scavengers looking for cig butts or something to scratch the fix itch because they cannot afford or handle the pure real thing.") ((i mean, i like this whole thing, but certain lines/bars just make me laugh because they're clever, or so i thought. If i don't think it's dope more than likely i won't say it. Usually when i write i have a thought, and with that thought i want to crush the energy of it so the thought dies with me and no one else can or needs to say anything about it. "Be the best" is a part of it, but "kill everything" is more like it, so, i guess sometimes when i write, like this here, the aim is to get the thought out completely, and crush everything that exists, so after the thought is given there's only silence... peace.))

[verse 1:] so far solar detachment, confused by the booze tryna lose focus from abuse mind juiced, whet by the bass boost trippin like, "another hit and i'mma slip into an acquisition of pineal proportions" (that's jedi force) the Darkside cohorts? their thoughts all "abort" my flow's so into the light right now soul wind sign, a balance of diligence and talents cruising red-light districts on the back of the bus fluorescent tunnel vision to the music the world's wide open the vibe sinks slow in like sands down the hour glass some stones frozen my moment's Chozen battling LaRusso Bic is the Myagi I'm "wax on prodigy" (reversed) connected to the earth consciousness dispersed mind's eye's heavy-- gravity's a curse if i could i would never open my mouth fuck the words coming out and whatever it's about cause for years kats laid tracks-- ALL THEM SONGS, yet history repeats as time rolls on?! it's a mockery, philosophy depth turned hypocrisy the top charts and artists? their hearts pump frivolity that's one for the money, and two for peace, but i still can't put a finger on the reason that i speak... [hook:] and this is where the hook go... this is where the hook go... muthafuck a hook, yo-- [verse 2:] dig it, i'm not gonna waste a breath on prayer since half just half believe and the other half DON'T CARE In Cash We Lust cause in-security's in bloom frivolity and idolatry consume-- but stay hungry you are what you eat, disgrace said with a grace GMOs i suppose grow comatose souls two faced replacing the pride where our future's eyes used to reside? is a rising monument to decadence with a smile time heals nothing-- it's understanding plus a soul searching i'm baptized under fire in a present daze where growths hurting just as necessary as scary, i'm breathing but barely demons prepared me for angelic visions blurry but clearing lines drawn like constellations less "star" concentration focus on preparation of soul and seed emancipation Where my souljah's at?! "It's a beautiful day to die..." i'm living to death free like a byrd in the sky... [hook:] and this is where the hook go... this is where the hook go... muthafuck a hook, yo-- [verse 3:] AIN'T NO CASH so fuck stressing about THAT (hahaha) ain't no peace, no fear, just brief golden distractions here this whole world could burn to an adom's ash and i'd laugh until i cried cause i know i would probably survive I've been made well aware of many plots of despair from spoiled tots unprepared to be princes of the air while heirs here/hear act like they can't and so again they rant like God's a genie and every impulse is a gift to infinity I'm a wolf, roaming through a world full of cattle-- it SUCKS and the only older sybs only halfway give a fuck cause they're stuck i walk past a past repeating same beating till bleeding, till yelling and rebelling, just before kneeling, and then again repeating acts of what terrorists call terrorism tickle my fancy but you catch a cold glare and a hollow smile as you soullessly clone the style-- same time, you deny your inner klown and go vampire zombie as if that shit was worth the while?! severing heads is pointless, but still kinda cool cause the one's that's hot and on top?...on a chopping block?!?! WOOOOOOOOOOO--- That'll make SLAVES our of these "warriors" scared to come out and play fuck that, a little byrd's droppin shit on y'all today fuck the money to dust silence is the aim of gain with eternity in our veins THIS consciousness is pain and it's never sane so it's back to these little things again the angels keep falling for it so, like the earth... fuck it, man. [hook:] and this is where the hook go... this is where the hook go... muthafuck a hook, yo--

verse: So i'm at Vickie's wake, sitting up in the back row just watching as the sun lit the stained-glass windows... she always thought they were pretty, Vickie, she was too it was still early, nobody really came through and i'm sitting on this bench lookin up at the front of the church where Vickie was my mind steady flippin 'cause i can remember how she always hated these things everybody all dressed in black-- she said they were depressing... i remember how she used to stand up on the swings and how she'd straight curse you out if you called her a B***... i remember when i kissed her, she slapped me shortly after, and i said, "love hurts!" and we both shared a little laughter we both shed blood, traded confusion, shed tears held dvd's and music hostage and forgot as the years slipped away so fast ...but still, she's so young... she was older than me, that makes her, what-- like 31? ...she had mad flavor, mad style and mad passion for children and abuse victims, ...even victims of fashion she always told it straight, if it was stupid then she said that, if it was genius then she yelled it no sugar, no half-and half just sobering black coffee she loved her coke & jack ...she kicked some old lady's ass that tried to slang her some crack in the bathroom of some fast-food joint as teenagers... i remember battling with flashlight light-sabers i remember fireflies in jars and friday nights in bars house parties freestyling at parks clocked hard by cop cars ...she said God made the body perfect but was dope at body art and if anyone disrespected her's she'd tear theirs apart she put me on to opera, i put her on to house she'd circle the owl on dollar fronts and put the eyes out with red markers she loved the beach but only at night and we'd burp and talk quantum-physics as the headlights and smoke and the ground set the stage for shadow puppets walls were blank pages screaming, "Can up and bomb something!" yeah she kissed a girl but it wasn't her thing and she felt depressed for "sinners" but never judged potential friends thought "churches" were too many and the body torn apart too many "I's" wanting to beheads, ignoring the heart ...we pissed on subway tracks and spit from rooftops watching the sun rise and set, wondering where the day stops cause the world keeps spinning made mistakes, of course, and even though she's pro choice she didn't dig abortions and that, plus the rape, kinda scarred her for life made me dig more her family values took more serious a "wife" i remember she turned a few fools out that i respected once wanted more than the world offered and sold out for fronts and she wouldn't back down because she knew her worth and some soldier cop (whatever) was the one to push first cause she talked "out of line" in accordance to rules or acts of patriots-- yeah, they're all twisted and confused but shots dispersed for no reason, or "resisting arrest" or being a "terrorist"-- whichever report looks best... truthfully she said what we all long for when faced with adversity she said "Fuck you" to the law and since she wouldn't back down, had respect for her self, and the system can't stand that --so the punishment was death... ...so now here i am, waiting for that cop cause i'm sure he feels "bad" about it ...but wait till he feels these shots- ((gun chambers)) love your life now, live your life now reconnect if disconnected yo, i don't care how cause it's gone in a flash leaving pictures behind and them and the songs fade, and you too, in time ..maaan, fuck the money and mother-fuck the grind i mean, what it's all worth if it's chained to a lie?! and never die or kill for who won't do the same the system is a system all to keep a slave a slave i wish i knew how to make it not hurt but all i can think of is "freedom comes first" and keeping it is next, and that's getting tricky knowing what's to come here? --Vickie's probably crying for me....

[lyrics:] every sunrise i dream of killing everybody you, your loves,your god, and me too so fuck you, your mama, your jesus, your dali lama, your hitler and your money, your war vets locked in homes i ain't never had a home-- just hells with no heat ain't never seen a "soldier" who truly cared to be one cause here adoms fall for god like confusions everything Pre: meditated, ordained, maturely- ejaculated... god bless the ego's it created and all of the dreams raised and razed as planned why make hell? nothing done without love so make sure you check your heart when shaking my hand cause your throat and mine are both mine to slit your garden and mine could be Eden, just work with all cops and corporations fear release of full clips from guns whipped till pissed, at assholes and their shit but "God bless america" (HA! release me) "God bless the child" that got the gift of gitting Fuck your gods cause I AM THAT suicidal streak and all homicide, genocide, diacide-- pick a cide mothafukka this shit's time to ball while it falls and just crawls and burns watch it burn i fiddle ...could you release me please?...

[verse 1:] well we've come so far from bliss to blisters and back still we've got so far to go but understand me and we'll grow. I'm you as much as you are me and i am yours what's truth frees reality it flows at the core hold me in your eyes and hold me close just rock the vibe just let it go and where we end up I don't know this picture is a pretty song [verse 2:] as the fire rises we hold we close out playing in the rain don't let we go the loudness drowns us, don't rock the boat just know me eye to eye cause you're incredible I'm you as much as you are me and i am yours what's truth frees reality it flows at the core hold me in your eyes and hold me close just rock the vibe just let it go and where we end up I don't know this picture is a pretty song [verse 3:] picture if it all saw us and we shined beyond all that we know still we've so far to go but understand, love, be... be one with the way There's so much life and light in you i love how when locked in, how we just groove hold me in your eyes and hold me close just rock the vibe just let it go and where we end up I don't know this picture is a pretty song I'm you as much as you are me and i am yours what's truth frees reality it flows at the core the loudness drowns us, don't rock the boat just know me I to I cause you're incredible

[verse 1:] as the sunset sets its teeth into my veins i stumble on i'm so tired blank, but i can feel my eyes perspire and every memory my leaking eyes restore to watercolor's digging in i dig in try to reach a little higher [chorus] maybe if i could just slip or maybe find a-way some way to fly today and if i died what do i care? maybe i could learn to love my lack of hideaways that would be flyy, but what would be left of i? [verse2] eyes burned by all the day and night and i crack and peel into new skins from town to town but still no place to lay my head on down the faces change, the hearts the same same ups and downs all along this plane and it's plain insane how insane is normal and nothing is everything maybe if i could just slip or maybe find a-way some way to fly today and if i died what do i care? maybe i could learn to love my lack of hideaways that would be flyy, but what would be left of i? [bridge] if i could somehow ride the sub down through this cluttered emptiness of this grey daze to the heydays that i never knew but i wish i grew up in with you that would be cool and if you and i could go someday away, so far away what would you say? cause it would be great but it's just killing me to find a-way but its well worth the wait maybe if i could just slip or maybe find a-way some way to fly today and if i died what do i care? maybe i could learn to love my lack of hideaways that would be flyy, but what would be left of i? (that's me, now) maybe if i could just slip or maybe find a way some way to fly today and if i died what do i care? maybe i could learn to love my lack of hideaways that would be flyy, but what would be left of i? (that's me, now)

[hook:] all day, everyday, all i dream about's killin' punchin holes in bank accounts and bleeding dry millions cause kats in desert lands, where the dirt's cracking and peeling, STILL PUT FAMILY FIRST, while over here? we clone and eat children It's how i's raised, "Nigga get used to killin..." cause if a cop cuff you?-- you ain't leaving the building don't get caught cap peeling, or locked, working appeals and if you cut a deal? they cut you for squealing-- fuck feelings [verse 1:] i'm a giant like aids, almost invisible to the touch twist these corns like braids, like catholic porn--i'm fucked up (but you love it) see me sway like heatwaves, or the "brave" when the heat waves word play like static on replay with mono ((squint))"cant make out.... WAIT, what he say?!" i'm geekin like Urkel best-buy-ballin on newegg pirate and stomp a beat to shits like peg legs with the runs imagine that--spit's Rasputinish--ignore that, have fun i lay more tracks than a whore's crack for crack and get done like Monch at a wu- ballers tournament in the boondocks-- soo much rukkus God, your moms, and satan affectionately call me-- "fuck it" i leave you more lost than black-americans from kemet but free your mind like a bullet went in it-- blackout like my method was all red, smokers, no prisoners like Hannibal i take rome, domes, necks, and livers i do you like your future--- if you see me you're fucked and with my finger up your chick ride with her fingers up i goes in like the dick i am (...marinate...) eat you with one snuff line, don't give me 8 see mic's and i get anorexic-- can't wait born in hell so i bring it, fire on plates like apaches in zimbabwe like wild bill got you wanting to save face go back down your hole, put some lotion on or get sprayed i got a nasty mouth cause ya nasty chick put her nasty clit on it i do the mic like she do my pipe-- spit on it i'm an american, so naturally, a beast choke you from red to white to blue-- neck-romance then release call me an asshole, i pop shit like chocolate drop-- "chicken nuggets" bank statement's the same as the crowds n clits-- multiple o shits sword painting the floor like Leonardo skin popping some raw you shell shocked, eating turtles alone like an unemployed obese whore burn one like some steel federal reserve for breakfast break silence is a breach of contract yielding fruition of a death wish............. [hook:] all day, everyday, all i dream about's killin' punchin holes in bank accounts and bleeding dry millions cause kats in desert lands, where the dirt's cracking and peeling, STILL PUT FAMILY FIRST, while over here? we clone and eat children It's how i's raised, "Nigga get used to killin..." cause if a cop cuff you?-- you ain't leaving the building don't get caught cap peeling, or locked, working appeals and if you cut a deal? they cut you for squealing-- fuck feelings [verse 2:] sux but all day all i dream about's killin mics, pizzas, people, punani, cigs with tree in em cops, politicians, and lawyers can get a syringe with dmt, and a little bit of bleach and air blend pour a bottle for em, crack it, and stab they friends take straps off a stiletto and choke, stick a stiletto in bleed it slow like blackness out of black americans burn their schools and plant trees-- go green reparations John Hansen on a deuce-- wait, who? what the fuck? whats the meaning of the Cherry that washington cut? why you teach french revolution if we ain't in france unless that's a seed sewn that needs to sprout in this stolen land I'm all power to all people, we all equal, stuck the same in a world where one God's vision's broken by too many names and all his kids runnin wild in circles of hunger games hide your heart to pledge allegiance to the one's who fuckin ya brains i get locked in bars on the Norm ((Cheers, i get it)) my flow's well past ethics, yours is juuuussst past pathetic i speak in tongues of cobras, dope shit i command!! deaf mutes get stuck on my bar tricks, all slide of hand my lyrics help me portal potty, all over your face my style's PHENOMINAL COSMIC POWERS.. iiiiddy biddy living space Ras DeNada back in 97 aka The Alleykatalist my shadow and echo had to reflect on battling the kid ok, past the 8 mile, chances slim to shady see me pull up on the back of the bus like elmo, "Hey baby" ;) my versus raise eyebrows like sayins was all marvels/ i go g..o.a.t. trail mix on mics --bananas, nuts, marbles white girls feign for me like i'm a white girl (you too) rhymes slap your ass so hard triple bars fall out ya booboo punchlines come quicker than you waiting for me to arrive i'm all joker, half superman, half darkside.... i'm goin beast in this bitch like a priest in a puppy-girl ballin lyke a nutty squirrel, callin shots like My Name's Earl James like Vader, Ray like King's fader, Grey like cheese tasters rhymes a cheese grater, greater than equal to absolute value i'm like ya God, Moms, and inner child- don't give a fuck about you i'm like air when i'm there, it's all about me, blowin that was egotistical, got my fourth eye showin let it go'n run circles like steven hawkins around these corky mo-frozens I'm like a mogwi having a midnight snack moment change your whole perception, direction, inspire cops to question my life's a blessing and shit kicking son of a bitch and i'm a motha-fukka, guess i got one up on life, living livid drugs want me for christmas, like incense i stay on a shit list pop shit like persistent intestine infections after a mexican thanksgiving i spin ya like Kabal on some back back fwd assault take time taking respect with a sodom sized grain of salt clap ya ass to make asses clap, and get off on it def kats call me Anubis, y'all pussies speak dog-on-it treat your best bars like my own personal toilet i free bass lines like crack, ya can't foil it-- crotch? you soiled it i'm as annoying as you thinking about your past and present drop more dope shit than Michael J. Fox scrapin for resin i'm like a nymph nun's middle finger-- you fucks with me don't let my crew spotlight too?!? it's curtains. (end scene) [hook:] all day eah'day all i think about's killin punchin holes in bank accounts and bleeding dry millions cause kats in desert lands where the dirt's cracking, peeling still put family first, while over here we clone and eat children it's how i's raised, "nigga get used to killin... cause if a cop cuff you, you ain't leaving the building" don't get to cap pilling or locked, working appeals and if you cut a deal they cut you for squealing-- fuck feelings

[hook] for all of you out there fuckin waiting for a fuckin hook... fuck you, fuck ya mama, fuck your fears and fuck your fuckin genitals fuck your past present and fuckin future, fuck subliminals fuck fuckin fuckery, fuckity fuck-- is that enough for you? i'm fuckin talkin here!? fuck your brainwash, fuck your school that trained your views fuck your fucking religion and what the fucking lie of your programmed life makes you THINK you like --on top of that fuck me AND you, but fuck you more cause you're fucked and don't even fuckin know it... you're fuckin food [verse 1:] I hate fuckin waking up... cause "they" won't fuckin let me lips are a dream fucking in sane tryna forget me de-light is heavy, the one's who got me ain't get me taking shots is funny... chase like chevy word is bond, shaken not stirred double "oo-shits" i's envied to the 3rd, gassed shit's simply what the 4th pipes i hate pipe dreams but i still smoke mics addicted to making it crack like (whatever you just thought of) how you gonna blow up and your government's broke?-- ain't no help! power to the papal! prayers up in smoke and every body is perfect as ordained from cancer to lottery, birth, money, aids, fuckin purple haze, suicidal bombers and old folks with their wisdom locked away a repetitive sedative grave you'll repeat one of these dazes i've been in sane and it's simple... stupid and i'd fuckin truly live to fuckin death if there was nothing fucking to it [hook] for all of you out there fuckin waiting for a fuckin hook... fuck you, fuck ya mama, fuck your fears and fuck your fuckin genitals fuck your past present and fuckin future, fuck subliminals fuck fuckin fuckery, fuckity fuck-- is that enough for you? i'm fuckin talkin here!? fuck your brainwash, fuck your school that trained your views fuck your fucking religion and what the fucking lie of your programmed life makes you THINK you like --on top of that fuck me AND you, but fuck you more cause you're fucked and don't even fuckin know it... you're fuckin food [verse 2:] I'M always SMILING cause i'm always thinkin about killing! and I probably shouldn't be around men, women, or children ...or pets, herbs and spices ...inanimate objects imaginary friends or their split personalities mine's alter ego is out to kill me, krazy suicidal fuck stretch my arms to the sky but ain't no flight, and no beaming up, so.. arms stretch down with hope, fingers up.. smoke caught a dream i chased, it cut me, took my i.d.--- i let 'em go buck the fuck wild, guardian angels molested my inner child which makes me smile and I ALREADY TOLD YOU WHY I SMILE... (see verse 2, line 1 ;) (y) ) there's nobody home and whoever answered ain't there kats dying to go to heaven-- angels killing to get here in a big war that's all a perfect dream why create a god who's gonna create a me? so hard to give a fuck or a shit about things you ain't got like a damn or a fuck without shit on top and if this is all God's dream, then i'mma die in a lie living vicariously through bullshit where God's problems hide and if you don't agree?--then you can get the fuck on in fact, there's some happier shit on the next song ...let me get it for you (i love this fucking song!)

[lyrics] last cigarette smoke dance with miss lead shots just one to skip heaven and after the fire of cold drops still they'll feed bleeding out spun bright lights she's sponsored by the vermin taste of flesh offered for your breath she's sponsored by the vermin no one but her self left