annex. sobriquet in the stereo… causing all hysteria caught up in the aerial tryna stay relaxed, soul glo like a jheri curl ima state the facts, don't crumble like the jericho i ain't have a type, baby, i ain't workin clerical can't stop the rain rap game game hot sauce, outsource ya reins no haus; annex, Alsace-Lorraine + check the frequency no undercover, just a freak when sees still a brother though the chic deceives talking bout the old shit but i shake the steez yeah, i shake the steez celebrate my escape when i scrap the strait. appetite for self-sabotage, scrape the plate tell me what's your desire i'll be your messiah i'll be there beside ya & it goes on & on & on...

voodoo. work hard man you gots to flex i wrote this in my room tryna be das efx all year niggas thinking i was lost, depressed fought the stress back with the raw finesse brow line, that's the geek chic don't test me nigga got the cheat sheet petey wisto with a keystone get the queso + beat so hard make the seat squeak ohh she just shiksa nah she so vixen whip it's like crisco platinum like sisqo boy off the wood i'm backing my sistas boy off the wood, i'm black in ya system trash the patch stitch; passed the pastiche few things i don't like: frauds + bad speech find me in the cut when your girl wanna bless me funk for ya ass--fred wesley brow line, that's the geek chic don't test me, nigga got the cheat sheet (you go'n give it to me? you gon give it to me) x 2 chip off the prep school, know i had to cop the chinos white girls love a nigga like i came with cappuccino spent my whole year tryna get the ass from gina when i get the ass forreal i'ma clap it like arenas still that nickel-plated tongue, mickle tricks on it ain't a wrinkle in the flow or the sing-song & put me on your ringtone go'n get to synching know you hear me knocking... go'n let that sink in i think i'll stay me on the humble tip just so you know what i'm really about if a bum drain dreams when he's at the top no help when he tumble down why the mind "so long" like "farewell" came back on Sam cassell playing the same cassette pray the aim correct i don't really like to talk, i just came to collect hook

serenity. and her booty got a bounce with the extra vert got me comin out the house like a extrovert All these emcees, man they ain't saying nothing Always talking loud and they ain't saying nothing Always in the streets, swear these niggas be stunting Should we run up in your house, baby mama be the stuffin David Ruffin with the gold in my grill Ruff ends in my afro—cutting the wheel Upend all my down time Cuppin on her Frontman on the backside, pumping on her And all I want is some serenity that's the remedy Scared of what I'm finna be Fixing for affinity Infinity is com-pro-mised I can't pro-mise My compass is guiding where the conscious lies All I want is some serenity that's the remedy Scared of what I'm finna be Fixing for affinity Infinity is com-pro-mised I can't pro-mise nothing Can't knock the hustle Vessel for the midnight vibe First & fifteenth—hoping that i spend that riiight Bust a piff down Bent when you hit that right First a quick-ie, now she wanna spend the niiight I came, I saw, and I came forreal Danger called, I gave the pill Can't accept what she claimed to feel Pre-tense pretence for when I trace my deal

rorschach. This that make my mama smile on some good mood shit Make my mama proud, know that you would Raking in the pile Just to break another brow This the making of a two-face "do good" I bend down, now the prostrate Been the truth—that's a postulate Blogs coming now I'm running, tryna post too late Running out my pasta when my flight's delayed And everything i love now, man I used to hate; everything I love now is too hard to hold everyone i fronted on came back to bite everytime I told lies like my shit was gold I never say that I'm the man cause it's implicit Check the tempo; talented ten percent Silver-tongued devil like my dimple sin That's since I've fit the billfold Folders full of trash but shit niggas would kill for Things as they are ain't really how i'ma need it It's funny how black tension's attended to undivided Hands up on my ten to two Don't fall for what they tempt you to Misery's a party; you don't wanna be invited What's your name love, is you northside? If you ain't showing love then you short-sight Something in the club with a short stack Friday morn', staring at a Rorschach And at my best, I can't feel a thing Maybe we should stop being a thing if you were mine...

victoria. (to Melissa) take the circle line reminisce of how i used to smile saw you off victoria, you said i ain't been heard a while mangled in my angle…you know about it wrinkle written on my face maybe I can be dramatic my main girl play the mandolin homie play the race of spade i'ma get my handling dwelling where the anxious raid etch a sketchy figure twitchy eyes itchy trigger finger let me be honest with you shrink told me i hold too much i'ma be honest with you I turned my stove off four times before i left the crib I triple check my car is parked Sometimes I hyperventilate Sometimes I can't be out in public Confidence is mutilated I'm monomaniacal Brainiac, gon test my iq tired of all-da-bull, I go & hike it through my haikus Wired up in my room, I just need some medication I can't ever tell nobody so this verse is dedication: i knew ignorance is bliss … when i fell in the abyss really i've been on the fritz Everything is just a risk to me; I'm scared to leave my house But the fix ain't what you wish it'd be, don't you remember Faust? Homie, don't you remember Faust Would you sell your soul for peace Or a piece of the pie That's the puzzle that I've been placed in When my comfort's deprived Don't be asking me no questions when you hear this shit This ain't for public discussion, don't come near my shit I'm a-shamed of myself cause I got problems with anxiety While people got real issues—I'm tripping off what's inside of me Hop on the number 12 Ain't been home in a blue moon I see my people struggling That ain't really nothin too new But I was overseas I was focused on my grown shit; being on my own shit But really I was homesick Was tweaking in the lab, You can spot me in the fringe Just to pull myself together, i'm relying on a binge Make it worse— now im home & i've fallen off the fence; yet I see my niggas starving while I'm having my fits Would you sell your soul for peace or a piece of the pie? That's the puzzle I've been placed in when my comfort's deprived To free myself of this guilt, a preemptive defense: Tell myself whatever's wrong with me don't even exist No it don't even exist So ima catch up to this money when the album release And you won't ever see me fold, no not even a crease … just watch my money increase would you sell your soul for peace or a piece of the pie? Take a step inside the hood see where priorities lie

desiderata. Illin out to portishead Tortoise shell frames Top billing, props portable Chorus don't change No ceiling, dropped overhead Overheard y'all throwing curve Ain't that a pitch? ain't got the range On my paper ima type away Don't you feel some typa way? With that uptown sound like i'm jc brooks Add the goggles like i'm ac green Blue collar no a.c. + ain't see green Brew columns, bet ya bottom bouta break the scene Feeling walled in (walden), man i'm really thorough (Thoreau) Billing's all gem Man i'm still in ‘boro Shimmy in my shoulders keep the chip on my right side Sift through the strife Signs says its barbed like Streisand My tape's so p.m Ends so p.s Get no r.e.m. so it's no regrets I ain't aryan…so where's my redress? Y'all love that b.s. but don't ever wanna be us Do a dab + dip it low Catch me on the ave with that new phontigallo Coupon finesse on a futon, fixin to get my foot in Man that next step’s so pivotal Oh man that next step’s so pivotal Charles in the vixens, tryna fit my Dickins I ain't even listen to all them subliminals On my paper, i'ma type away Don’t you feel some typa way? (x2) (aich: on my paper) No more "cool sticks"…pulling strings so acoustics I heard that i'm an asshole, i flaunt it if the shoe fits Jamming Foo Fight Fumes funnel through the two door Crown me like a Tudor Been tryna fuck my tutor Got so many lines, i'm plotting rise over run See me comin, i'd advise you to run Semi-sunni nigga swinging the semi Soon as the…down get down Tell em shit don’t offend me Took a while just To clean up on the image Throw shade like a scrim but my scathe don't scrimmage Aw raid in the rental Aw raise on the riddles All praise on the sobriquet, “the down.” don't diminish (hook)

addition. Used to battle throwin fists-- Saved it for my therapist Maybe I should clear my past Maybe I need clearer piss Blame my insecurity ~blame it on my arrogance~ Niggas with they head up high Something's in the air, I guess That's a touché Three-che I got international—hit me on my three way I used to hoop with the band aid like I was d-wade Now I rap with a band's aid, that's if the fee waived Hood left me a bando Ain't no white kids and our mamas watching scandals Dirty rotten scoundrels Abscond the scene with a full head of steam And a head full of steam floated all for the stream Hear the 12 all the time like they the disciples Here they promise you it's better but that's really deceitful Admonish all you wanna like there's something to strive for But they lookin down like niggas ain't gon ever be equal Itchin for the pigeons coming live from the ave I'm the new edition baby gon do the math Wishin for the bitches comin live from the ave I'm the new edition baby gon do the math x2 Got that Oxford education, white man still clownin Got a fossil full of dollars, what the fuck you counting? Got that cotton fiber afro; caught up in the swatch? Don't be switching like my race is something we already squashed I been all out in the U.K. Homie how you local—want to bias like a funke? Homie how you broke & flaunt advice like you been there? But you bent there I'd rather push on a bouquet than thought a rookie Bookworm got the bookings Word to the broker Worried paying dues just might make me even broker Worried making moves might have left me displaced Same as burning on your tongue when you rush for a taste Sippin masala Drop gems like mancala Saw through my monocles: manacles of the martyrs Might've never made 'decent.' if i never heard 'Stardust' Might've never had a reason if they ain't try to starve us (hook)

the up. i ain't get the call back, gotta find a new job i dont want a fallback...done with bitin nujabes "i don't want a new girl." said that shit last year when the last shit dropped now elastic popped + i'm just broke like my double entendres word to andre wrote in the tundra of 2014 with my tongue twisted smokin tendril fuck a tip drill why do i twitch still don't the stitch heal like Lilo lay low when you jot it… jarred in like leto i been down for way too long ~i've been down for way too long~ (x2) i've been down. ma sent me to see a shrink i'm 6'4" but i shrink sometimes my wrenched soul gon rinse off, so i sing sometimes—i'll tell it don't you know my love? (x6) ~this is for everyone who know how it feels~ brothas getting kilt don't you dread Scots? brothas getting peeled, don't slip faam i'll be fresh as hell when the feds watch my body laying in the street for hours + they go + tell my family "nah, he wasn't shit man" shiver from the nosebleeds I got off that noon. tape river of my mistakes, thought that i knew tate never tell yourself that your worth ain't worth much because when it's said + done, you could've been in a worse state remember me + charlie used to hoop off of hillcrest for he starting pitching, bitchin bout he needed the money + our division ain't got it nobody got it i fought away that ambition he talking bout flipping pigeons i'm plotting them bigger visions like grammies now i'm static in my room, hope a gram ease i get so overwhelmed by anything i get so held by petty things + pretty things without no benefits plenty in my head but had to carve this in my edifice: (hook)

holiday. Turtlenecks in the summer, can't let that show Tunnel vision in the winter can't let that go Funnel cakes, good sakes yeah i'm down to roll If you got the gas money for my visa toll Step up in the spot like s+a Tryna get that neck from what's her name Gimme all the "spects" like i'm pine-sol Trust me the dusty get wiped like a mustard stain Back home, got cut from the payroll White people looking at me like i'm on parole Same people looking at me like i'm gon play roles No i don't owe y'all leave me to my brillo Prayin to the east side but i'm so uptown Blame it on the b-sides, got me so up-down... Pics with the peace sign, i ain't put my cup down Chicks with the duck boots, tell that ass duck down You can tell that ass duck down... So foie gras So mata Tryna hit my tie... So when u see me, holla doe like it's a holiday I ain't even tryna blow, but we on our way Tell me who got the props? Young black male, tell me who got the pops... Sprung sad tales that i drew off the locks I can take it straight but gon leave it on the rocks ~trust me~ Lennon on my linen lord willin it's a masterpiece Lightweight still leanin tryna match the piece Lightweight i ain't trickin off that mass appeal Cause you talkin bout a chain + it's ya master's piece Tell em get that out my face like the acne Homeboy, i'm just tryna act me — i'ma get the acme Hacks get hackneyed on a backslash Back nine bitter backlash? Better @ me Better @ me (hook)

taxes. Think I'm rap Shemar Moore circa 20-02 Got a girl but I'm thinking I need 1 of you too Take the circle line working on my extroversion Been a minute since I've hit it; feelin next to virgin Got the app phone & the trap phone Yeah I'm streaming downtown, what a platform Brothas say they runnin but they do it flat-footed Taught myself to be the man cause I know my dad wouldn't real life That's real life & when the sun comes down, it all comes 'round… Grew up in the city where they see me as "at risk" Saw my scholarship now they gonna add an asterisk Scratchin niggas thinking like we won't hit the lottery Black tax--back to acting like that shit never bother me I know You know Word to you, too Need a little more to claim on my W-2 Needle in the gem city All I really got is $50 Do I save it for the mids or a midi? Well the mid don't sell

ball of yarn. I just wanna get to know ya I just wanna be where you are... I just wanna get to know ya I just wanna be where you are... When u see me when u see me ~been a long time~ When u see me when u see me ~been a long time~ I just wanna get to know ya... I just wanna get to know ya... Got a new whip, wait till i hop out She come right back to daddy like a dropout Ain't right 'less the fatty got a pop out Ain't right if the pussy got a lock out Spin the clock around Spin the clock around Don't pin it on me cause you not around Got plenty on me cause I shop around So many I ain't never know her proper noun But I just... But I just wanna get to know ya

dorothy parker. When there's crabs in a bucket…you don't even need a lid on it. Niggas tucking I ain't talking bout a bib on it It's so sickening; i ain't talking bubonic smoother than blue bonnet I do alright for not having no PR shouts to my girls from the D.R., the salt to my pr I'm off in the V-I No you can't get through No y'all don't know me Or shit I been into It's not a freestyle. I'm just talking my shit. Lighting up the dark; really sparking a spliff Wading in the mire, couldn't cross through the styx Something to admire when I'm flaunting the tricks Not a freestyle, I'm just talkin my shit Pull up to the scene & you know it's a moshpit Shoutout to my nigga Olukara, he really be having moshpits though Journal entry number million & 1: My hands are always full cause I'm holding my tongue My plans are falling through cause I stay in the house got the skill but I'm scared it'll never amount Flip money, that's a gymna-stacks Refund gotta spend that tax Ohh girl gotta bring that back Gotta bring that back & that's the word that's the word that's the word that's the real Homie came through with the herbs & the rills Everything I got, I earned; you can't touch me In Europe for months I ain't have one dutchie Shawty asked me, "where you from?" "what's your accent?" "Don't matter, is you tryna get that ass bent?" Ray bans & aspirin No church, no preaching No relaxing on Sundays Niggas wanna act but never rehearse the gunplay Swear I'm coming out one day Time will tell but I told you first I remember being 17 wishing someone would sign me I remember being 17 ducking all my assignments I remember me + jamie was puffing out on the siamese I was scared to inhale and caught it all in my sinus Last year I was suicidal Anyone who kept together, that's my newest idol My modest recital: Time will tell but I told you first