-Verse 1- Gotta blow a little steam, spend a grip of cream, hit a spliff of green, sip a fifth of lean in a limousine with a teen prettier then anything that I've seen even in my dreams, un- zip her jeans slick as Jimmy Dean, get up in between with the center beam. Kids swimming in her river stream like olympic teams. Puff a cig take another swig like my mother did when was a kid full of nicotine. Critics think that I'm sickening like their shit is clean, spic, and span. Nit picking every little thing but the kitchen sink. Man, forget the damn critics, fans, glitz and glam, clicks and clans. They can't clip my wings.  -Chorus- Whether I owe some cash from an over-draft a dash below the lower class or my assets grow fast or slow I’m free so, I’m passing go beyond status quo no fashion show lavish clothes, no massive address. I just want to be established as an average joe. -Verse 2- There's an epic war in my head that's more full of death and gore than The Predator. I'm probably headed toward Pilgrim mental ward trying to teleport through dimension warps into heavens doors by my chest of drawers. Lord knows, I can't rest assured that my record store units sent abroad wouldn't get ignored while some less important competitors get remembered for- evermore taking credit for a stolen repertoire of the metaphors that I’ve said before when I pressed record. Let’s bring dark to light. Charms and ice don't equal stars or stripes. Cars and bikes won't take you far in life just like a sharpened knife doesn’t prove you’ve got the heart to fight. (Chorus 2x)

At dawn you wake up, get dressed and adjust your belt tight contemplating to yourself why it just felt right. I'm the one they warned you of, when in the end, it was true love since friends introduced us. Been with a few other boys who poisoned you. Blowing smoke about rolling in green. Going broke with no paper to burn and likewise. So you learned to turn your nose up at white lies, knowing those lines were designed for night life. If only you chose the right guys.., right? Sex can be full of complexity. I just wanted you next to me for your ex-ta-see. Not that it's about the looks. In case you forgot, I took the silver spoon away from that mouth and taught you how to cook. Now, there's no doubt we're hooked. Who knew? You shook and shouted upon penetration. Scared, hesitating, making faces swearing you can't take it. Then out of nowhere, weightlessness as if levitating in air. These days, you barely work through body aches when I ain't there. As much as it hurt, you swore that virtue in my words were true. Assured that your heart afford to ignore and forget warnings. Let's restart to before it became more than you bargained for, Fourteen weeks have gone and you haven't called. Seems you never really needed me after all. No worries. You'll reflect to summers passed, dark shadows, bathroom stalls, and underpasses where you once held me in your arms/under your skin. Un-spinning yarn 'til it was spun. Unhealthy as it was, you never felt any harm and now you want it to come to an end? Okay by me ‘cause the way I see it, your new love is the HIV. Who's to blame? Who used every excuse and claimed letting me course through your veins was support through your pain. No one forced you to change. I get mis-used, do the same, and I'm left with a ruined name? You say I'm the devil. Possessing you through needles. A few people even consider meth as a true equal. I say they're too feeble to do their best at choosing the lesser of two evils. Leave it in the hands of the pros and the experts. And keep yours in the holes of your sweatshirt before everybody close to you spreads dirt over your lowest rock bottom next to the stone for your excerpt. It's all fun until those of 'em get hurt. Eh, forget it. If you’re expecting some sort of a method for a lesson or a sentence with some sort of a lesson, I’m the offender. I’m the transgressor. Remember? I’m the one who burned bridges to fam members to embers. I’m the one who kept paying rent by playing your friends ’til none were left. Why else would you be staying in tents? What should I say anything aside from “Come back”? Don’t you want that?

-Verse 1- I remember long time ago. Well, however long, I don't know now. Memories aren't picture perfect. I knew it was meant for a bigger purpose. My uncle drove. I rode along by the stogie aunt Minute was smoking on. They're part of the reason I wrote this song and smoke is the reason they both are gone. I only heard what dummies say, looking back on those summer days. Now that I've come of age, I regret ever trying to run away. -Chorus- I don't know where to go from this point, but I've got my goals and I know I'm enjoying life. I don't know what I'm supposed to be, but my arms are open as the ocean breeze cuts by. -Verse 2- Newly born when the parents got divorced. Nothing I could do could ever stop the wars. Now, I don't know about marriages, but I do know that you've got to cherish it. Got to pay her back one of these days. My sister was the one I was raised by. For my loved ones that passed away, there really ain't much that I have to say. Besides, well carry your names. None of y'all were buried in vain. Even though we're out or area range, I love you, Mom. To Sheri, from James. Gave me ass-whoop-love. Come to think of it, that's good, 'cause both of you have put up with more than most Moms and Dads could've. -Bridge- I don't know when my slumber comes to get me, but the moment that my number's up, I'm ready. (Chorus)

-Intro- We could've been anything that we wanted to be with all the talent we had. We made the big time malicious and mad. We're the very best at being bad. -Verse 1- Bad guys never finish last, so nowadays you may as well be an asshole. Used to be a good dude in the past. All It ever brought me is bitterness and a black soul. Ready to bask skulls like VF-17's insignia. Depict me as whatever you want. I ain't the prettiest, 'cause I get gritty with it like Nick Diaz. [Bad guys] bring the fight to you. No telling what I might just do, so inviter your crew. No I don't have a death wish. I ain't a bitch. My fear of death is why I'm so dangerous. Someone should have pushed back the date I was born with packing tape on Mom's snatch to make it happen late for Daddy's sake. He must've been premature to ejaculate. [Bad guys] ought to be in a straight jacket on Adderall, smashing off padded walls like a racket ball in a bathroom stall. Rambunctious. So damn drunk that I can't function. Let alone stand up or land punches on a tramps husband after I had her in the back of a van, humping. And what then, motherfucker. Knuckle up or get struck with an uppercut sucker-punch. [Bad guys] love awkward eye contact with a kid's mom after he saw the condom I dropped out of my wallet out of my pocket for $25 Cognac. Stand back while my pants sag as I'm ransacked, then stamped flat for the hand bag where I jam-packed a gram sack with saran wrap in a damp rag. I don't know, man. I guess I'm one of those damn [bad guys.] -Chorus 1- We're the very worst. each of us contemptible. We're criticized and cursed. Bad guys. -Verse 2- Everybody knows the second verse is the worst, so I skipped to my third. This is the first. Once again, back. It's the tyrannical wild animal/vile cannibal/estupido wedo, pero so los puto pendejos. Chupar mi wevos. Mucho dinero ain't enough to shut my trap. If I did it for scratch, I'd rap [bad, guys]. Go ahead. Look into my bad history full of indiscretion and criminal activity. Chastised. Meanwhile, mad lies stack high rap guys act fly. What are you, Magpies? I'll make your dad cry from black eyes to the backside smack of your mother's fat thighs. No need to ask, "Why?" You are dealing with a [bad guy]. Yes you were laughing. Don't be ashamed 'til it's funny for desk tutors to spread rumors about about special ed students with head tumors Ed Hoover with this inventive grotesque humor. I would have said sooner. Just wanted to see if you'd guess who, first. Lex Luthor? Ted Nugent? Fred Kruger? Every last one of us. What's the difference? [We're bad guys]. Oh, you're all offended. Someone call a medic. I ain't doing it. Too unapologetic. Roll the credits, rewind it, pause, and blast it while your mamma's tryna watch Vagina Monologs. Signing off. Don't for-get to wor-ship your friend-ships. Cap-sized in half, twice. That's a forfeit. Alright, chorus. (Bad guys). -Chorus 2- We're rotten to the core. my congratulations. No one like you anymore. Bad guys. -Outro- Give it up for them bad guys on their crack highs. No cash and a sad life. Give it up for them bad guys. When they pass by, you can tell that they have lice. Give it up for them bad guys on their crack highs. No cash and a sad life. Give it up for them bad guys. When they pass by. Oh, you don't like this song? That's nice.

-Verse 1- They swore, I won't resurrect anymore. That my energy core would never restore. Y'all better be sure. I'm more ready for war than ever before. Enough talk. Let's settle the score. I don't want to do wrong, but I've slumbered too long. Now the sun has moved on; it's a new dawn. The harder you try, the farther you fly, yet the longer you lie back, the darker the sky gets. I bet, if I rise to the height of these rap stars at large, they'd quit trying to act hard. Facts are, worse happens from the sight of a back yard than any dunce can write in their wack bars. Sad part is, kids die to get diamonds to idols who license their own likenesses for alcohol advertisements enticing areas full of vises. Petrified in bed at night of this infectious virus that spreads inside us like gang green. The pain stings thinking that fame brings nothing to change things. And main stream never came clean like stained jeans. They ain't the same team. We're just walking dead on our side of the chain links. -Chorus- What a virulent game. One year, everybody's cheering your name and the next, your career's like a tear in the rain among clones here for their own material gain. -Verse 2- I carry all that I am in the palm of my hand Where the longer life-span is the guide to a homicide plan. Get married in a church, carried in a hurst, and buried in the dirt. That's the scenario since birth. Who cares who gets it first? Judgment day could be here, soon. There's a hundred ways to meet your doom. I'd love to hang, but I ain't gonna stay with these buffoons to run away and be consumed. It's just two clicks left from the bullet in the gun. Done. Who's next? You won the bet of Russian Roulette. Tough luck pull it. Excuse my cynical ways. Since we flipped a new page to this critical phase of a digital age where skill is replaced with visual aid of physical traits. It's a criminal case. Profiling the wildest emcees stylistically identifiable with me. My viability comes from credit that's due. Knowing I'm better that whoever would do this before or after. If I said it, it's true. Could've sworn I was born to say it. Their corny, boring, formulaic.

-Rudy Rambo Verse- My mind is inclined the scientists. I'm rhyme the prints of how to make mines out of appliances. My body is a temple. Designed how the Mayans sacrifice you off the top like an Isis hit. I exist a crisis that FEMA wouldn't finance. A slave whose brain waves broke the chains from my hands. Faded away for forty days & nights and woke up in front of a mic stand in a live jam with a thousand hype fans at my command. You gon' drink the purple Cool-Aid. The verbals rude say, flip you wig like a new toupee. You won't live to see a new day. You life is limited. When the rhymes distributed. It's trife trying to hinder it like the eye on the pyramid or your wife on her period. This is a CIA trial experiment. The rappers are lacking experience. None of them can challenge my skill, 'cause my bars are on point like a stripper balanced on her heels. -SP Verse- I'm a fucking hypochondriacoholic. Just 'cause I keep it abstract like I'm Jackson Pollack don't mean I won't send you right on back to college with a right that packs a wallop and might just jack your wallet for getting hype and acting brolic. Basically, your structures ain't built quite half as solid as the S.T.A.N.D.P.O.I.N.T. That's me. Oh, I MC, but it's M-plied. From AZ since I was shin high. Now I'm a Yankee. Residing in NY. I just hate when I'm on deck and the cops shut the venue down before I rock my set. No matter where you got, it's probably your safest bet to stay in pocket and never let nobody put you in check when your mic is tested in cypher sessions. Got to get your respect with hype aggression, life expressions, advice, and lessons. -12 Letter Verse- Your feminine threat's my only limited test. I'm affecting your mental. Assembled this while I slept. And woke up to throw up a cataclysmic event. I'm kind of cool, but Ice Cube when you chin'll get checked. A sinister set to sentences sending 'em stress, but in the middle of messes, who's getting this fresh? And still be nasty as fucking cigarette breath. Kill your catalog, 'til not a little limerick's left. I'll appear in a pyramid peering into your head. My whole area's eerie, so keep you ear to the rest. I couldn't give two fucks nor could I give a shit less. Reach your heart with my cuts. That's incisions to chest. Your trickery's reliant on these trivial trends. That to me, could only mean you'll be a memory, next. My alliance drops science 'til infinity's end. These are atomic bombs. You're playing with chemistry set. -Mic Titan Verse- I'm Titan on the microphone. Put 'em up. Here we go. Killing like I'm Megatron screaming through a megaphone. Put me in your signal flow, I'm murdering the metronome. Turn me on, electrical. This animals mechanical. I'm rugged to the skeletal and sick down to the molecule. I'm gunning for everyone who likes or even follows you. Time traveling to murder your parents for having you. I'm eating your body cold and vomit, 'cause I'm sick of you. I'm something like incredible and keep it all subliminal. And you were never credible you brain dead vegetable. My hate is not flexible. In fact, it's kind of rational. Slaughtering emcees who play it like it's fictional. Titan's like a death machine on Hennessy and kerosene. I'm stringing up your body. Make you look like David Carradine. And when it comes to judgment I be sitting mezzanine. I'm robbing you for everything. You'll wish you never bothered me.

-Verse 1- The song that I sing has been sung. What I speak has been said. What I read has been read. So, I sink 'til I'm sunk/stink 'til I stunk. I need to wash clean of this scum built up on my spleen and my lungs that I feed 'til I'm fed full of weed and the meds that I take and I took with these drinks 'til I'm drunk while I shake 'til I'm shook in the bed where I sleep. They're the feet to my head. The wheat to my bread, but it just leads where it led. Bleeding 'til I'm bled. Did it once, did it twice, little here, little there, been back and then fourth, off track and off course, seen the guns and the knives. None have pierced through my heart or my soul. All bark and no bite. All I'm scared of is fear when it's over and done as the dark comes to light. I don't care if you're sober or drunk. If you're hard or you're soft, starting or done. If you're on or you're off. Smart or dumb. And old fart or young. If you're hot or you're cold. What bitches or whores you bought or you sold. If you're rich or you're poor. White man or black. Second, first, seventh, third, tight or wack. I'm too pissed to deal with the crap. -Chorus- I know that I should be looking for more. What could it be? -Verse 2- Is it the who or the why? When or the how? This isn't that. That was then. This is now. It's do or it's die for you. "You" as in "I." I never flew where they fly. "They" isn't "me." Be what you want, but he knows it, she knows it. We can't be true to a lie. So, what you think that you know has only begun to begin. The ones that you win determine just wether you think or you grow every once and again. I try to be positive, but I guess I'm a pessimist unless it's possible to be a negative optimist. Depression detained me only to excavate. Repression retained my freedom to elevate. Suppression sustained me only to escalate. Oppression obtained my freedom to levitate. -Pre Chorus- You're early or running late. You hurry, you're gonna wait. Worrying of the date that surely will come to fate. You're early or running late. You hurry, you're gonna wait and your greatest regret could be the fury that comes of hate. -Chorus 2- I know that I should be looking for more. What could it be making a fool of me? -Bridge- I give and I take, but can't fix what I break. Guess I should, yet I won't. Yes, I could I just don't. When I have what I want, then I'm back to that front. I've been blessed, I've been cursed at my best and my worst. For the breath that we breathe from the west to the east. It ain't right if I left, so it's life over death. (Chorus 2)

-Verse 1- ...Tell me what life isn't worth. July 4th, 85 was the birth. My mother tells me that I tried to reverse 'cause I decided my backside'll be first. It could've put her inside of a hurst. But, man talk about surviving the worst. That's when the doc arrived with a nurse and a surgical knife. One precise vertical slice and I'm alive on this earth. I'm here to murder some mics with wise words of advice you might not have heard in your life, 'cause the hype was blurring the sight of your eyes. I've got something to say. You gonna die, but it's some other day. Just let it fly from the Summer to May. Wether your sky has been sunny or grey. Remember my words will come into play. If you don't try, then you're running away. That ain't the guy. That you want to convey. -Chorus- I've come a long ways, but I'm on pace. And I know I ain't headed to the wrongs place. I keep a calm face with a strong faith That somebody is listening with the song plays. (2x) -Verse 2- Every dream is a stream of the most insidious things that I've seen over and over until it's theme is routine as a motion picture featuring scenes on a screen that were chosen by all my inner demons and finds or a ghost in post production. Puppet strings entangle these angel wings into angled kinks, Dangling me at the brink of being strangled. Scared to blink, scared to think, scared even shrink who dared to sink into this barrel of ink where I drink.Barely in sync (sync). Sinking ten feet in the deepest REM sleep with the secrets men keep. The streets been empty for many ages. You can see by the look on my friendly face, I'm a book full of empty pages. In any case, been through a hundred and twenty phases. Rocked plenty stages... For anyone testing me, it's a checkmate. Already done. Let it be. Sit and spectate. Forget the unsettled beef it's a headache. Just let these drums set us free from the red tape. I bet they'll remember me for the decades, milleniums, and centuries when I'm dead weight. I need rest, but I can't 'til I get the last deep breath into my weak chest and fall asleep dressed. I won't use weed, 'cause I'm already too deep, I don't do speed, 'cause I already lose sleep. I produce heat when I'm sparking a smooth beat. Just proof read, then follow where clued lead. I ain't unique. Just part of a new breed grateful to speak and walk on my two feet. Life will never robe less than a complete mess, yet for the first time I haven't bee feeling so depressed. (Chorus)

-Verse 1- Moment of honesty. I feel that God has cursed me since birth Bottom first. Ever since then, it's gotten worse. Seen failure, seen betrayal, been jailed in a cell, been abused and, well… I've done some abusing, myself. If I played the victim, how different am I from guys plagued with addiction as if their vice made the decisions. I take part in this world that breaks hearts. Far too distracted trying to make art to start new habits. Let’s say it’s all up to you, would know what to do ‘cause I’ve got no fucking clue. What's the use. My youth is fading and they don’t know me, yet. So, why blow the set up the years’ hottest verse for no respect? No words left to say most are best if they go their separate way when it was over yesterday. Nah. There's too much left for me to accomplish to be scared and impoverished as long as I'm being honest. -Chorus- So you sharpen your wit. Searching for a target to hit. But, how far did you get guarding your lip from the certainty that’s hard to admit [Illusion] I could spark up a hit. But, if the dark isn’t lit, you’ll hear me barking a bit. Still, I’d be guarding my lip from the certainty that’s hard to admit. [Illusion] -Verse 2- I'm just trying to inspire my kinfolk engulfed in fire of desire and impulse reminded of times I was kicked around like a pinball when kids cry on the other side of my thin walls. My older brother was a middle child. So yeah, life was living hell for a little while. But, you ever seen your mothers’ hair ripped out by a step parent shouting for response concerning her prior whereabouts? Tell me about the all terror you've been through and I can share reoccurring nightmares scarier than you. Life is merely a test. Starting mine, I was beat nearly to death. Severely depressed by age eleven. I felt I was 87 on the way to heaven. I couldn’t see that my father didn’t raise a question. Searching for acceptance. Found rejection, fell into depression, and found a church full of deception. (Chorus) -Verse 3- And there I was. Walking home after the fall of Rome. All alone, dipping my collar bones to this rhythmical lyricism off the dome. Realizing I finally had this polished chrome to call my own. So, if you like it then good. Fuck you. I am not disappointing the ones that I look up to. I keep seeking a meaning as deep as I reach, I haven't even seen a single reason for breathing. It's easy to forget how splendid life really is. It'd be silly if I decide end it like my friends did. I must confess. This obsession’s become unhealthy. Someone help me. Life is on hold to study death and now that my closest homies have come to rest I feel no one is left I ever cared enough to impress. I guess God has cursed me since birth. Bottom first. And ever since then, I've been on this rotten earth.

-Verse 1- We Want You! Be part of a team with authority to seize blueprints of a particle beam and use it. Since we’re mentioning tesla, yes. Free energy existed for centuries, which’ll never be legal. We benefit from electricity. It’s an entire empire. Stand defiantly, we’ll paint you up as a damn liar. Then, have a man hired to poison you. Stan Meyer style, while people give more fucks about petty scandals up in New Hampshire. Call us bloodthirsty vampires on a computer screen or untrustworthy ‘round your campfires. You can sing about it in songs, and expose it on movie screens, but can’t really prove a thing. If you could, you’re dead and gone along with this lucid dream of seeing truce between human beings. Do you think we’re wrong? So did Martin Luther King. So did John F. Kennedy. So did every one of our common enemies. Now, Just look how profitable the future seems. Took a lot of Mahatma Gandhi’s and Socrates’s dropping before we got a world full of walking zombies. Pace yourself. Careful theories are read properly. Aliens will never share their superior technology. There’s no hierarchy of higher beings. No empty eyes on planet earth, hanging the entire thing by a string. Hieroglyphs of mysterious figures and traced hands. The coast of California so close, you can taste sand of an oceanic waste-land. Fate depends on a fading end in a great decent created by late ancestors from days of ladies, gents and native tents. It’s safe to say, it might’ve delayed demise of this place if they decided Columbus were chained inside and insane asylum before he discovered the Cayman Islands and the native tribes of the United States. Before license plates. Before these dire straits when a tidal wave leaves a larger survival rate for the higher paid. -Chorus- If I get sniped on a balcony, I already knew what it was about to be. I may as well count to three ‘cause my number’s up if they had it out for me. How do I lead a life, let alone encourage a flock without stirring the pot of sheep arriving in a hurry to stop and get eaten alive. I’ve been sleep deprived. I guess I worry a lot. Now, we can clown a man, but what about his soul and what’s on the other side of a black hole. Ever since the age of ten, I’ve been in a cage with a page and pen to end the rage and escape the wage of sin. A little non-conventional next to my common text. I’ll admit, I’m a bit off of my typical topic with this, but it’s not a job limited to qualification of an economist, physiologist, or politician. Anybody with competent common sense can acknowledge every continent, every country in opposition to the one across from ‘em is a constant gridlock for consummate dominance. In all of my optimism, it’s hard to argue with forefathers tossing in coffins hollering, “This world’s gone to shit.” It’s pretty obvious. A lie is hard not to pry apart if you sat wide awake in the quiet dark, but you act like it’s a dying art. Maybe my soul is scarred, cold, and dark. Or maybe you’re so focused hard on your own broken heart, you won’t even notice if Kim Jong goes Napoleon Bonaparte on us and starts blowing the whole globe apart. That’s their idea; incite fear. ‘Cause the fact is, we’re gonna die here in the fraction of a light year, right? It’s quite clear. Place it in front page of yesterday’s paper. You’d still continue to chase paper days later. It’s slave labor. And yet the greatest minds try to solve cosmic mysteries with equations, yet can’t explain all the innovations of ancient civilizations. Invoke him, or her, it, or them. Whatever gets you through thick or thin when you commit your sins. Hoping it’s a matter of time, but mankind won’t find a rope or ladder to climb to utopia back form decline. (Chorus) It’s no wonder you all chose to ignore the process produce goes through before most grocery stores. You wouldn’t want to eat toast anymore if you only knew of the steroids in the wheat, fruit, not to mention meat. Insecticides seep in the soil, then even more chemicals on the vegetables keep ‘em from spoiling. Unethical as it is, it feeds a constant rate of seeds planted upon this planet we never taught you to overpopulate. Oh, sleepy TV made your teen copulate. Who put Ritalin in their chocolate shakes and let ‘em watch it late? Besides, we only use media for political gain, so if sex remains a tool for gaining attention, who’s to blame? Is it the label that drops and artist like a hot potato for trying to chop the cable? They only rock the cradle while you drink the fatal potion made of elements that hasn’t gotten labeled on the periodic table. Is it the narcotics? Not a hard topic. Sell all you want as long as the main profit goes into our pockets. Mind your Ps and Qs and keep basing all your beliefs and views off of some bullshit you saw in the recent news. Who needs to see the truth? Believe it’s all for good as courts toss the book out when it involves a crooked cop let off the hook after laying another innocent man across his hood. How else can overstaffed police reach their quota fast without legally thieving off of the lower class. Shut up and go to class. Get to work. You owe us tax. Quit crying like, “I wish I’d gotten here sooner. Like the days that my poppa was Junior. Playing with the side-knob of the tuner.” Just buy products that are the by-products of tumors and get by mocking with humor until you die modern consumers. -Chorus 2- If I get sniped on a balcony, I already knew what it was about to be. I may as well count to three ‘cause my number’s up if they had it out for me. Let’s rewind, shall we? Are you sure there’s no trail of death behind your candidate at the election time rally? I would tear ‘em apart, But there’s so many political snakes, where do I start. The fate of today’s generation may be settled by dictators and presidents while they stay safe in a basement made to reflect waves of dangerous radiation away. Try and listen to be. No science fiction movie. Coverups of artificial disaters cause by atomic accelerators and particle reactors where abandoned towns once supported people living on camping grounds. That’s where your answer’s found. Out of sight, out of mind. Nobody heeded the warnings of Christ or Al Einstein about the signs and now we’re forcing animals to extinction. What did you think ever really happen to the missing link. Subliminals hide how cold the message seems. Cryogenically frozen fascists control adolescent dreams. It doesn’t take half a brain to catch the rapid, drastic changes. I’d rather drink acid rain or be the passenger on a crashing plane at the Pentagon. The one that never shows up in the cut scene where the wall is just seen, then it’s gone. Perhaps, Building Seven was bomb strapped, too. Depends on who you ask. You know Enron prefers to say it was all part of the brutal crash. Scared of the terrorists? Very hilarious. American heritage is surrogate parents with unmarried kids unaware of generic heretics baring their carriages in various areas. Militant villains diligently killing millions of innocent civilian women and children citizens in a marketplace or a school building. Staring off in space with a nauseous gaze across my face, I wonder what point I lost my faith in this sovereign nation. I mean, forget who has dies to provide your newest iPhone. Netting set to the side of those buildings are reducing some of those suicides. Right?

-Intro- CJ. Promise I wont let you down. Plan B. Promise I wont let you down. Jim Brown. Promise I wont let you down. It's Stand P. Promise I wont let you down. InkWell. Promise I wont let you down. JWorm. Promise I wont let you down. XlaX. Promise I wont let you down. Just stay burning. Promise I wont let you down. -Verse 1- I'd rather have to go dig through trash for a meal than to kiss a record executive's ass for a deal.   Too many rappers will master the easy basics. Two minutes after, they're packaged in CD cases. Forget what you hear and see.  Your sweet tooth will rot Quit munching ear candy and peep food for thought. But, you won't even give me benefit of the doubt before I can get three sentences from my mouth. -Chorus- I write like I was preparing for death I might not always be there in the flesh It was never meant to make you depressed Listen close. You can tell I celebrate what is left -Verse 2- One day I'll get to relax and recline But I haven't legitimately mastered the rhyme I'm still trying to get rid of these shackles that bind My step from being officially pass the next line I'm crashing front first in a heavy metal collision 
I'd have more fun serving a very extensive bid in
A maximum security federal prison than To have to come work in an entry level position 
If I cared what they said of me as a recording artist, I'd be their favorite emcee since before he started.  If you'd ever really seen where I came from Driving through for a pretty thing, well there aint one Which might explain why I aint nothing nice I don't care if I don't ever see my name up in lights Just as long as I know I came up in life Resurrected and I'll never kick the same bucket twice (Chorus) -Verse 3- Guru. Your influence is profound. Dirty Bastard. Baddest in the whole damn town. J Dilla. We stay thumping your sound. Jam Master. Keep spinning 'em 'round. Big L. You're still holding the crown. Big Pun. I wish I could get a pound Ayo, Brian. Promise I wont let you down. Word to Son1. Two many to count. -Bridge- So, 1 for the money and two for the show. 3 for these sunny days that come and go, slow. 4 for the family 5 for all of those. We hold close. Lord only knows when my souls a ghost. -Outro (w/ Chorus)- i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it to the Baw wit da ba da bang da bang diggie getting jiggy wit da up jumped the boogie the beat