i don’t smoke weed and i don’t smoke cess, but i said fuck my lungs cause i smoke cigarettes, i know it’s bad for me, but i do it anyway, cause i know in the end, we all die someday, but whatever, i keep it chill, im freakin out over a video game, but i know its ill, so back up off my jock, go reverse the clock, retrograde motion keeps the planets in a tidal lock, quick to think, but slow to react, my breathin’s gettin heavy and face is turning black, frostbite, i once bought my last right’s, sold em to the devil for one last night with my lady in chevy monte carlo back in bortocello, i keep it chill like a mellow yellow, mellowhype, like r.e.m. without michael stype, with candles dividing the light, fuck it, we can all night

kerekes, is blarin this, keepin it real, like cody and his ferret is, poppin off bottles, like the caps to pill bottles, to keep skinny the depressed models, no self-esteem, gotta make dat ass scream, fuck a dolla and a dream, all i need is pizza rolls and ice cream, i’m a little kid at heart, whenever i play my gameboy, i always forget to hit restart, when i die, i don’t know where i’ll go, maybe up to heaven, maybe i’ll be reborn as an eskimo in an igloo, meltin like hot glue, you rubber, so i bounce off you

scandalous, vandalous, can’t help but handle this, not quick enough? so stop crammin this, up in ya head, hit the books and then hit ya head, up against the wall, the higher your build, the longer you fall, so fuck it, come on and bring the ruckus, wu tang stylee, i’m build like the terminator, no emcee can handle me, might as well call me the trogdor the burninator, so no way we can sleep tonight, cause you awake, think of the fight you had last night, with your rents, your little sister could the curse words through the vents, so cut the shit, and straighten up your life and dont stray from the path, if you trippin hard, forget the trife, cause you built to last, just remember that, cause there’s no turning back, once you made the made the last left on your right, you’ll find yourself stranded in the night, blackness surrounds you, hopeful, but you sound blue, so cheer up and chin up, wonderin if ya daddy will turn up, prolly not, he never ever did, even when you was kid, so stop waitin, and start being proactive, fuck the negativity, and start laughin, enjoy the little things and just let go of the strings, you might as well let it happen.

Electromagnetic, unintentional embedded questions of hot static in the rock beds of the coke heads, so slap the bitch in her head, put her in check if she start mouthin off, we all know that shit ain’t for speakin, no tweakin, just suckin, good luck an maybe i’ll leave some scrilla for bus in the a.m, no way i’m, believe, conceivin, this entity of love and hate, fuck it all, i’m just here to skate, but i suck at that, so ill just snort some blow, then pop out my eyeballs, and suck that shit down the pool hall

I’m the asthmatic enemy of god, the classic rap addict, a slob, eatin chips and pizza, realer than a realistic fiction book on diction, cause we are the best at what we do, like the zodiac, read a note of attack, question the motive, but never lax back, just relax at that, smack dat ass and cough the rasp, not the respect of real hip hop heads, fuck the feds, don’t search my shit, you’ll only find shreds of what was and what is, my old life and my two dead kids, stashed in the celler, like sarah michelle geller, nah not hellen keller, she can’t speak, nor see, but she can feel you when you bleed, all over her shoes, she’ll kill you quick, with the swiftness of ninja, she’ll lynch ya, like the murder of willy mcgee, with the flurries of bee’s, stingin you in you eye, can’t you see? no lie, homie, you best believe.

im the asthmatic enemy of god, i’m killin everyone thats a head nod, so with tip of your hat, lay back and except the quality and solidarity of all that

we pickin it up again, we’re rollin it up my friend, pass the blunt, no stuntman mike, yeah i fucks with dykes, i don’t care, they can ride my bike, if not fuck em, straight up blood suck em, under the bed, tuck em, like tucker max, beer laced with lax-itives, quick inquisitive, a lizard lives, the king of nothing gives, everything to somebody, no hobby, just passion and patient waiting in the hobby, there’s no stopping me, i’m like the T-2, you can’t rock with me, rocky steady, the beats heavy, the fights sweaty, like a boxing match, step in the ring and with your back on the mat, there’s no stopping what can’t be stopped, so stop hip-hopping what can’t be bought, don’t get caught, unless you’re planning on being big billy’s bitch, no don’t snitch, you’ll leave early, but you’ll get clipped quick, so best start suckin on that dick, cause this is your new home, so close, but not too far gone

im comin hard again, look at you, lookin goofy in your cardigan, , but its cool, you rock it, so lets start again, right and fresh fights, less tights, more fixie bikes, nah those things suck, can’t ride that shit, my peddles always gettin stuck

I like you when you fresh, hot and naked, just rolled up out da shower all ready to embrace me, this leads to something steamy, gleaming in the light, i wish i could repeat me along with my love for you, cause you know you my boo

and you’re all ill ever have, you’re all i ever need, i can never lose that and youll never lose me, thats a fact, just remember that

girl, you know you’re the best i ever had, we fell in love the second i caught you sittin sad, your my damsel in distress, i found you a mess, carried you home in your bright pink dress

it was raining out side, i didnt care, i looked you in your eyes and brushed away your hair, at first sight i knew this was love, you came from heaven up above, how i love you so much, how i love your silky touch

then we sat for a second, forgot about all the pain, forgot the bullshit and we exchanged names, from that point on, it was eternal, i wrote in my little black journal, how i missed you already, and how you was sittin at home, thinkin of me in your zebra-print snuggie

yeah, your goofy and i like that, i even like it when you wear those goofy hats around the house, and how you’ll wear no clothes and just a see-thru blouse

The casualties are masking these, no common sense, only time to believe, so back up your car and hide your scar, cause this shit, is goin too far, but i dont believe in god, i just believe in me and you got a problem, then you gotta lot to see, so give up the goods honey, lets hit the road running, this shits not funny, this is my life one day at time, i never gave a fuck and i never asked why? so stop with the questions, start with the listinin, im hittin them by spittin gems, no value, just lost in the sound of, moanin, groanin, go home and im showin, you off to my homies

you so gorgeous, i can’t even explain, you are to me, the clouds to the rain, i love everything about you, your whole style and your whole attitude, im lost without you.

yo, i remember the day we met, you was alone, i wish i already had your number in my phone, but i didn’t, so i had to ask why, you by your lonesome, when i could be by your side and you said

“cause my boyfriend left me, said i wasnt good enough, he straight confessed to me, the love he had for this other shawty, i felt super salty, but i left anyways, packed up my shit to head for the bay, but then i saw you and i know you saw me, so is you my boo? and i your shawty?”

yeah you my shawty and im your boo, i dont need anybody but just you, as long as you in my arms, we can never fade, you got me? then we’ll never seperate, cause this is the life i love, i got my girl and she got me, we make love on the daily, this aint no playin, this is some true shit, so just stop hatin

ya dont even know how i feel, with my eyes on the wheel and the rain on the windshield, i could never be happier, we break up, i know ill always have half of ya, at least in my heart, cause the other half was there from the start, so dont leave me and i wont leave you, we got something good and i know its true, boo.

I may be a white boy, but hip hop is in my veins, i bleed for this shit and I remember the name, nas said is hip hop is dead, but i disagree, bring it back back from the grave, like the jesus from the cave, you wont believe

i’m like a swarm comin in from the sky, im like the fuckin needle that poked you in the eye, resurrection, is the best exception, like a zombie with bad intention, i’m killin with no discretion, eye for an eye, leg for a leg, ill cut off your arm and you beat you with an empty keg

i’m hopin, no stoppin, like cap straight bombin, pissin everybody off, i dont give a fuck though, i have plenty hope, bringin hip hop back from the dead, no martyr for this nappy dread, black, white, caucasian, asian, fuck the situation of left over relation, ill bring it back, no matter the color, fuck all the haters, lightning and thunder, on some raiden shit, like a crooked hat, cocked back and sat, on upon your head like a cinna-bon, no rap stacks, blacks and white in a racial run

fuck it, ill take it back, ya dont deserve it, with stupid beef, between em-cees who can’t even rap, ya’ll salty, sweaty and the vodka’s getting heavy, so go home and throw stones at the first man who know none, get up outa here, this is the rebirth of hip hop, resurrect the break stop, the b boy with dread locks, the em-cee with a record player, hit start and dont stop. the can of krylon, over stretched nylons and black over silver with light on

I’m a vandal, a life most people can’t handle,

rollin down the streets watchin the for red n blue

lookin over my shoulder, just make sure im cool

i stuff two cans in my coat, warm gloves cause it’s cold

no matter the weather, i keep it together, cause with pigs

cruisin around town, you never know when you might

have to lie down

gettin muddy, start runnin, they saw you, oh buddy

we out of here, catch wreck, now my name out there

can’t give a fuck, cause the game aint fair

you paint it, they buff it, no face, just the mop runnin

like a cop comin, comin at ya, with the force of a flashlight

livin dangerous, they might just play with us, keep us under the brush

hiding in a bush, keep ya breath low, they hear you?

the holding cell you, you go

but i aint on that

that gettin caught crap

cause i run these streets, and streets love me b

i got my name on every single building you’ll see

im everywhere, but you dont me, see?

cause i’m vandalous, hap hazardous, haz mat statuses

im the only artist that matters, kickin rusto, krylon and silver paint splatters

so fuck it, bring the ruckus, bring the top gun kids, i school ya, rule ya

call you a toy and make a fool of ya

your crew is whack, noc is solid, thats a fact, we dont play no shit

we dont fuckin play with kids, we are the vandals, our whole life, a scandle

no one will ever know our faces, but in this game, shits about the name

and not the cop chases, we wear black laces and black shoes, to look

conspicuous and leave cops with no clue, to what we do, cause this is real shit

homie, ya want proof? look across the street, thats my name, so what you got to show me? where’s your fame homie?

unstoppable, unprobable, colossal, this world is chaos, not hot coal, to walk across, this isn’t hip hop hair loss, rogaine for yo head, rhymes to respect the dead, zombified, electrofied, super high, denied, your elemental skeletal collection of bones, so fragile, agile, heals and lasts awhile

we are creatures of habit, let em have it, glass in his eyes, metal in his hat tip, to deflect the bullets, the bad calamity, half hearted insanity, which is your brain on drugs, no hugs, neglect from the thugs, two shot slugs, oh look, he glared right back at me, stab at me, brown skin lady? oh no, she mad at me, sorry, im hot headed, bad tempered and fast steady, with the vision of intentional, acceptable, classy acts of social requital, recital, rebuddle, prude bitches just cuddle, real hos, straight hustle

this is the right, the left, imagine, my fight, your theft, locked up, cocked up, ready to go, ready to die, kick her in the leg, bust in her eye, arrrggggg, the pirate walks right on by, and no its not the life for me, deceit, repeat, conceit with me, conceive with me, my baby’s momma, granny’s auntie’s panties with classic shanties and shenanigans, coked up, laced in white nosed white mannequins, mandolins, violins, in general any stringed instrument, combined with the conceptual designed with  crack cocaine, coked up for fame, laced up for the game, tight shoes, loose shorts, baggy pants and silver swords right through you, zulu, fuck hulu, netflix, 8 bucks? thats too cool

terminate, eliminate, consummate, half relate, half cousin, write something, right left? fuck it, keep runnin, the cops is quick, your tongue is dry, the winter is swift, not taylor, quick, soft, smooth, lose? skip you, uno, one not two, the games all for you, bail, fail, kickflip, tape it, repeat, fake it, like an orgasm with the seatbelt fasten, too tight, too loose, she duck or a goose?

right left right left, up down, lesbian bitch fest, with jonny quest, haji-less, in the woods in a red dress, little red riding, biting and fighting, michael vick dog battles, querky rhymes and small sattles upon big horses, no whores, just courses for college kids in the audience of these, please, deny your ethnicity, you question me? nah, you just belittling me, see? hit the hive of bees, run around, get stung, you’ll see, beehives are no fun b