Sorry if I woke you, but fukc it, I was suppose to Give you something good to look forward to like Folgers. I’m good til the last drop You Amanda Diva, I’m Marsha Ambrosia. Without me, there is no flow in the south bruh. Ain’t no space, ain’t no canal, Boy I’m here for now. I’m here to space it out No Aleon Craft I’m stiff as a board; light as a feather. Hear me out. Levitate above the cloud Cumulous, accumulating, precipitation, be patient. Perspiration from all of my fans, enough to bust a basin. Plus I’m tryna flush the nation Reign supreme from bust-it-babies, to analytical niggas With that high rate graduation Wait, I will never become complacent, cause of my displacement. On behalf of chattel slavery, and the indigenous population Epileptic mind is racing. My irregular heartbeat beat my flaws Shout out to Marietta dawg Franklin road, I learned the game, Powder Springs, I learned to tame My emotions but I’m loose again, everybody knew me as a hooper man. Ask the Cobb, I’m not no fraud, R.I.P my nigga Rod W-B, Woozie, DNA, trips to the Mac-town Tryna get paid. 85 C-N-T to Charlotte, SFR finna fuck the market You ain’t gotta play me in the clubs In the CD decks, I go the hardest. So when you get finish jumping to O Let’s Do It Throw in some of that N-O-T-I-Q music. The iLliterate Papers nigga…uh Chorus: Shyt, I be faced with long nights Cold days, the storm stays Awoken with bad news in the morning The sun don’t raise So I unroll my paper You tell me that’s where the truth at I flip through life everyday So where’s your proof at. Verse II: God is my witness, intent Front page is for business Turn to the classifieds for my hit list Lifestyle, leisure for women Flip to the obits for my haters Snitches entertainment critics Readers digest underdog. Home and garden Can you dig it (get it) Columnists for my niggas Police blot but I pen this Career listings for some pennies Travel guide to spread my mission Advertisers are like labels. Make decisions But I specifically spit it Percentage of my check gets cut this content I live I give it Impact from my potent penning Perspective from your submission Articulate my position Program directors stay predicting what my purpose vision Of a forecaster master, editor in chief Won’t be released til I clear it.

Aye shawty, I’m cold on the mic I'm hype when I write, immaculant I-Life Practitioner pen type Font wit me I control, alt, delete, diffusion life Refuse your viewing rights no lights I’m tryna control rap energy Send to me all ya idols, St. Aquinas firefight ya images full of rhinestones I know. I’m bold, spit in italics cuz I’m right. Which means I’m leanin towards the opposite Shyt you left and liked. Lick my lips, Tend to delight, women friends and fans alike. Bite none of my predecessors, but award em’ out of spite Be content, Your purpose severed, enveloped in foolish Hors d'oeuvres Trinkets tassels and plaques. MARTA has new seating arrangements You can either get off the damn bus, or get the f*ck back I’m Aljazeera, you MSNBC you whack Atlanta I’m here, entangled in this candy-coated world Shoot back Its sugar-free, bytch Chorus: Thumb on ya trachea/fingers gently wrapped around ya neck/ chaney certified tactics/truth is my dialect/my language is to subdue thee/who he/naw, we ain’t here for murder/just here to make em’ woozy Verse II: I transform, mitosis, meiosis I’m walking for higher levels,multiple clorosis Introvert like the frames beveled,Frankie and Maze Or bad boy Betha, playin’ with the devil, lets race Steel like I’m Vanderbilt bound, construct a sound This is Full Sail audionomics, take a bow Hands on deck, fingertips singed from pressin eject I bow-chika-wow, my knife enjoys sex with ya neck Never slaughter due to lack of respect for you But for keepin my people further in debt I smile for the public but, when discontent I’m Obama you Chavez, you see the index Clearly noted, who’s the aggressor with the threat Victims duck, I stand out side of low low Doors open and bust. Tatted on my chest The Lord I trust. Nothing hallowed except the name The game,you in it for the bucks I meant what I said,you fukced Chorus: Thumb on ya trachea/fingers gently wrapped around ya neck/ Chaney certified tactics/truth is my dialect/my language is to subdue thee/who he/naw we ain’t here for murder/just here to make em’ woozy Verse III (B.Ware): yeah! b.ware! unh! now, i gag, spat, vomitted half Islamic fuck Ebonics, my prose spoken to keep crackers out it raps packaged for black crack victims of Reaganomics fuck if you don't get it, acknowledge it ain't for you ooh! pressure, pressure practice, niggas is actresses the word is cirque du solei, flow based in acrobatics we used to flip off mattresses now we flip phrases while tumblin, mumblin over these drums and ah! he's gassed give me tums and burp me baby, my sade said "brandon, grow up" bib covered in throw up the young at heart still I’ll dearly depart your career re-definition of dirty south, i'm here, yeah the black Webster, no conjecture and no label lynching, we off they ropes like wrestler resuscitate'em on the stretcher, they dyin' from the pressure. Southside's the West's Mecca, yeah!"

I left my ego at the door My guns on the floor My hat in the closet Aint no need for a wallet becuz my god aint in it Just them cards up in it And my heart aint in it, So my all I’m spendin I left my ego at the door My guns on the floor My hat in the closet Aint no need for a wallet becuz my god aint in it Just them cards up in it And my heart aint in it, So my all I’m spendin Verse I: No key to the house, key to the safe, we mistakes Deceit in they face, hate in they eyes, we debate Nigga, we the bait, get eaten everyday But they never hook what they after, so we replace Their emotional disdain, we the physical presence I’m just a bugle boy, aye they don’t taught the lesson Tuition high as hell, they cut programs at west Ga And I don’t go to yo school, I just know how they play They present it to you, like the whole world is on display You graduate, cant get a job but you got bills to pay Ya lady far away, yall do the long distance She say when you get diplomas, you’ll kick this phone business The future bleak, she trip, so you get a dome mistress I feel like I’m a failure, but I was born in this All I can tell ya, wipe ya tears keep movin I still love you baby girl, this shyt just real confusin Chorus: I left my ego at the door My guns on the floor My hat in the closet Aint no need for a wallet becuz my god aint in it Just them cards up in it And my heart aint in it, So my all I’m spendin I left my ego at the door My guns on the floor My hat in the closet Aint no need for a wallet Because my god aint in it Just them cards up in it And my heart aint in it, So my all I’m spendin Verse II: You feel alone, ya partner just died You go to school with stressed eyes Can’t even tell the fourth, and the half Leave that to -------- Situation all too familiar, house like a beehive And ya honey just left, so all you do is re-high Feel like the queen is diminishin, we pray she neva finish And all i can do is witness Cuz im so far removed too, lost what I was used to Use to feel so corded like umbilical, im Bluetooth You in the prime of your youth, smokin’s not a pastime Moving packs is not for you, rod told me the last time And no I didn’t listen, but I was given a halftime A break to preciate, I guess the good and the bad is all Path Livin the life as you have, makin it far with no rehab Although it may seem, ya life has been told Everything is in your grasp Just keep movin on like a nomad, aye look in the sky it aint so bad From his wisdom, my dad, to my ear, to your pad Chorus: I left my ego at the door My guns on the floor My hat in the closet Aint no need for a wallet becuz my god aint in it Just them cards up in it And my heart aint in it, So my all I’m spendin I left my ego at the door My guns on the floor My hat in the closet Aint no need for a wallet becuz my god aint in it Just them cards up in it And my heart aint in it, So my all I’m spendin Verse III: You gotta past and you tryna erase it Friends wont let you, Cant deal with the fact that we changing And if you cool with you life, that’s fine you stay complacent But if we are to remain on this level You need a heart replacement The darkness chasin, and I aint getting swallowed Not tryna be a leader, but I think you should follow Ok, lets get the cleaver, I’ll cut into ya morrow Uh, and I’ll say bye tomorrow, or bye today Cuz I cant stay, environment is just disarray, prone to Mistakes And at this rate, I die, be locked up, I love you dearly I gotta move the fuck on my nigga… Sincerely yours

Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches Women take out extensions Is this the world that we live in Yuh cuz, I got bigger fish to fry I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches Women take out extensions Is this the world that we live in Yuh, Cuz I got bigger fish to fry I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side Verse I: 55 trillion dollar debt, by the time you hear this Its gon be interest on that shyt (DJ run it back) Black women can’t get a man White people don’t understand Got color of change in my inbox, talking bout a negro Like I give a damn well Scratch that shit off and move on, Tryna make it off this wic to cupons Light skin, dark skin debate, its all about hate And we both getting pooed on Dude asked me why you a rapper I replied with why you a kappa Excuse me homeboy, I’m an alpha I mean who the hell you lookin out for Awww man… I didn’t mean to call you out Aww damn…what you niggas talking bout Chorus: Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches Women take out extensions Is this the world that we live in Yuh, cuz I got bigger fish to fry I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches Women take out extensions Is this the world that we live in Yuh, cuz I got bigger fish to fry I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side Verse II: Deal with your religion and I deal with mine Pretend that this is columbine They gotta gun to ya head and you must remind them Who you wit, who you ride for Who you live, uh, and who you’d die for My alliance is with nuclear missle and pistols Green house gasses pass through our system Will Claritin assist you, Well just be careful, he choose, i choose, we bless you With the illiterate papers Still published in love authored by NoTiQ just to update you. Chorus: Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches Women take out extensions Is this the world that we live in Yuh, I got bigger fish to fry I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches Women take out extensions Is this the world that we live in. Yuh, I got bigger fish to fry I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side

One last thing to say (to saaaay) Nigga this a keynote (keynote) One last thing to play (to plaaay) Nigga this the shit that he wrote (he wrote) One last thing to say (to saaay) Nigga, I could be yo hero (yo hero) One last thing to say (speech speech) Nigga this a keynote Verse I: The nerve of me to think I can conceptualize In three minutes, (what I want in my life) To spew my world view at youth Even if I lead em to demise (But Murdoch can right) So who cares if Jay-z putting pieces to the plot Well I guess the devil winnin, cuz I’m throwin up the rock you sittin on the couch, you wont even bust a shot Cryin, cuz they called a Negro in American pop-ulation How do you define this nation? Mine is eEykah walking down the street naked So fuck it if my pops never signed on the dots He served you twice, so fuck it If you get shot by a bullet, and I’m the nigga pullin This is tug-of-war and you mufukcas lookin Shows that I’m booked in This will be the last one Labels I promise to make you money but I got one… One last thing to say (to saaaay) Nigga this a keynote (keynote) One last thing to play (to plaaay) Nigga this the shit that he wrote (he wrote) One last thing to say (to saaay) Nigga, I could be yo hero (yo hero) One last thing to say (speech speech) Nigga this a keynote Verse II: Loosen up the tie, fork to glass Pass my inheritance on, microphone to domes Tell em I fought for homes, and bones undiscovered Buried beneath the rumble, our screams are muffled So I’m Marley Schaffer, indiscriminate truth First nigga on the scene, like Josephine, the proof is All in the putting, I put it down like Vick pits An uncaged bird, nigga rise like bisquick I need fifteen more minutes of this shit To explaint why I’m livin like a misfit I got a forum each poem gone pour em Tentative to schedules, cuz class is boring Cut class enjoyin my nigga shard exlporin Government lying dormant, and Zuckerburg got us more in Tumblr got us feeling that image in more important Or maybe it’s politicians man, I’m on my coca cola shyt Thirst, (over everything niggas) One last thing to say (to saaaay) Nigga this a keynote (keynote) One last thing to play (to plaaay) Nigga this the shit that he wrote (he wrote) One last thing to say (to saaay) Nigga, I could be yo hero (yo hero) One last thing to say (speech speech) Nigga this a keynote Verse III: Marietta nigga, Atlanta Affiliate (Alanta, affiliate) Gave this away for free, in hopes that you feelin it (Gave this..) Hands down if you think you equal citizens (hands down if you feel like a citizen) Hands up if you know you dope, And you rocking with nothing other than ill quotes The iLliterate Papers over everything nigga We over here getting it like this The iLliterate Papers over everything nigga We over here getting it like this Get money, fuck a hater, over everything niggas We over here, getting it like this Do it now, not later, over everything niggas We over here getting it like this One love Over everything niggas We over here getting it like this

Friends with a lot of people. What you collect when you perceive low ego. Steady battling in the pulpit ‘against Nero But I’m a G, and that’s a Negro. The verve of me to be audacious with my space. Just think I deserve a place. A chance to be a hero. Give a damn about talent or Warhols. Them minutes is minuscule. I spread light like the one four. Dali, like Salvador bends time. Art is your contribution, Mein Kampf is rhyme. My worth defined through audio. Integral part your arteries from out of my body flow Vibrations into your body, soul. Rhythm is cardiovascular, feel the plasma through my prose. Blasting through my bones Aint feel a nail on the cross, But I’m just tryna play my role. Chorus: If you feel like you need something in ya life But you don’t know it Not cars, not shoes, not clothes, not money, not fame But you feel so hungry (yea, so what it is) (2X) Most wanted (love) Most wanted (peace) Most wanted (you) Most Wanted (me) Verse II: Feel a void, willing to fill the sky Thrill seekers, feelin the will to die Scriptin the will as I Wheel like I really ride Carrie understood, would not Even If I tried Try tho I might instill Pride and passion filled Apathy nurtures the pain When you feel nothing to gain, Chasm in her clitoris Fill it and pillage again The village will script it as whorish I know she tryna remain Embedded in temporal lobes, Via they penis man, Man this shyt is insane We figure we need it man Equal to wants to, What is the want you wont do Society, Steve Jobs givin it Then we want two We keep getting it but that wont do Til mental, manifest through tangibales And we want you See what we goin through A reformation is in order Now what the fuck you gon do. Chorus: If you feel like you need something in ya life But you don’t know it Not cars, not shoes, not clothes, not money, not fame But you feel so hungry (yea, so what it is) (2X) Most wanted (love) Most wanted (peace) Most wanted (you) Most Wanted (me) Verse III: The part I play in my life, is thespian like Actin like shyt is alright, I’m hungry at night Tortured cuz I feel wealthy, I’m selfish Starve for a week, so they can eat consider it helping I know this aint healthy, stay up late recording choruses And I just left work, 4 courses in the morning Its more horrid when your personal affecting the person who’s enduring this, all they can say, is you should just I’m like How the fukc could you suggest I’m the nigga goin through this stress You can only help me study; you can never take this test Cuz if I fail, you can leave, I’m left burdened with this mess Pain burnin through my chest, brain and epileptic mess, Bullet shells round altima I don’t want that bitch neither Might go back to smoking reafer Until I’m Most wanted in ya speakers

I know, I’m workin with a vision (I know) And its about time to see fruition And I gotta wake up, struggle to get this paper By any means necessary, before that day come Verse I: Before you make yo first Move in the morning I’m already up, while you yawning Wiping ya eyes And he who works while you sleep Double they skies Yea, so I double my prize Workin this lonely night shift for a minute Which means a lot of reflection Aint a lot of forgettin this Aint’ no forgettin this, when you hungry and penless I can’t do my homework; my teachers think I’m senseless They say, They say experience is priceless baby I will debate it, I need a trade in Nobody’s favorite, never thought that I would need cash Ready to sell my soul, for a mean stash I stashed, a bunch of packs in the Regal’s ass Realistically, I never thought that that plan would last Yea, outlast that history, Prayin that them felonies neva get to me (lord knows) Chorus: I know, I’m workin with a vision (I know) And its about time to see fruition And I gotta wake up, struggle to get this paper By any means necessary, before that day come Verse II: Albany born, Marietta raised I done seen better days, sun rays, just aint the same Cuz when its raised, I don’t see opportunity Just what this cold brutal world could do to you and me My vision consists of you and me Musically, beautifully tuned it A sip of liquor watch the room spin This mood ends, (uhn) I’m on my step up No longer playin catch up, cuz aint no let up When you can’t get, the support that you need 4th quarter on ya knees, long shot missed so you front degrees And that should come with ease, but that ain’t fail proof Cuz even goin to church, don’t make you hell proof And even if my happiness lets hell loose I’ll give you the truth, my version in the booth No virgins in the building, cuz we are all fucked And I wont stop until I have my peers star struck Chorus: I know, I’m workin with a vision (I know) And its about time to see fruition And I gotta wake up, struggle to get this paper By any means necessary, before that day come

Im astonished that I made it thus far without my pa Goin on the third year, you can call this shyt a par Two holes in my heart, The murmur don’t rip it a part The mean time, I stitch my words to these beats to make a bar Hol on, then I lift up Pray the beat make em sit up I’m grosser, so they spit up Show growth like a hiccup Vocal forces til my nodules stiff up South bounce like the shocks on pick-ups In God I Trust by my nipple Aging by the daily, I see grey hairs on my pubics Upgraded from buick regals, Hope to get her more than cubics rubix cube, life is, like a puzzle, priceless Attach the pieces together and hope nobody strikes it Chorus: yuh, I lean and swerve on through ridin in this regal with the curb on two Wheels, and the MPH is gon through the roof This is life without breaks bound to crash into you Verse II: yuh, when you look into the future And you wanna provide them bright skies But you just aint what you use to Think you would be By taking the path provided by them boosters When I stopped dribbling that ball up court I guess I became so useless Fellowship with them foreign pigments became conducive For a dream so elusive My findings were in conclusive I could never complete the course Exclusivity through my schoolage Shout out to whitefield academy And all the reasons you do this I thank God I wasn’t protetected from all this foolishness Subjected to this fire that made me sharper that ryu kicks All you can get side swiped by thy mic Five stones in my pocket, Shepparded from father’s plight Chorus: Yuh, I lean and swerve on through Ridin in this regal with the curb on two Wheels, and the MPH is gon through the roof This is life without breaks bound to crash into you Verse III: I’m in the ville now, its real now Look out the window view But I escape it everyday, when I head off to KSU I can afford to, but they can’t Whats on my mind, vacate The journey from front door to your car May catch a stray You think I’m lyin, Twitter feed filled with status of sirens Cops knockin on my door everyday And I respond with silence And a day just aint a day without no type of various violence Very surprising to most of you Who never thought I could be in this climate Thinkin bout raisin the crime rate They say I’m too smart To be in this mind state, so irate But bitch I got heart, have you none Did these white standards set you apart From the nigga you long for in the dark Me as a man, and I got plans, I just want ya support So I can place you on that pedestal daily Love you for the you that you are Beautiful sparks, my remarks, my regards, my depart Will never happen, my life is planned with you in my arms So never let em divide us, we regal ridin slow motion when its hard Chorus: Yuh, I lean and swerve on through Ridin in this regal with the curb on two Wheels, and the MPH is gon through the roof This is life without breaks bound to crash into you

I was bred in a filthy place… dirty oven Punching McLovins in the face, hunching my woman any place 30 cousins—fatherless muthafuckas Motherless daddy haters, misdirected, a generation infected With self-doubt, wondering if God glad He made us Stop talking bout haters; we hate us, and what… Happens when them Cuban linx rust Stupid dreamer keep your team’s trust, that roofless Bimmer wont build it up My life’s been so inconsistent, see the trend of persistence Success alone on my wish list, distracted by shawty cleavage Blow your focus, your career will be hocus pocus And hope can be an opiate without an oath to know your shit The doper that my flow will get like water broke with coke mixed They say snort it to abort the kid, I’ll decode it later—Hova shit No patience for those that doubt me So the only setbacks you’ll see of a nigga is reclined in Snuggles’ Audi Come hell or high water, loan deferment, supporting daughters Ordering dollar sushi, courting at dollar movies Marking up loose-leaf, reading the works of Huey P. Newton’s my nigga—Black scripture penner, forgive’em Accept the truth or hide, just know… Revolutionary Suicide’s the only way the truest die My lady chose to slide, I Love ya, I don’t blame ya God bless the child that never gave up, tape cut! Chorus: You getting pulled over with the D Cant even afford two babies and here come three Aint got enough credits for that college degree You cant afford to go to jail homie Don’t let temptation send you to hell homie That scholarship no longer there homie Que sera, all is well homie Verse II Sit back recline, lose control and cruise Realize your blessing, God navigates you, Can only be judge for what you did not do Cuz your past is set in bones, ya presence cant be reviewed Keep that in mind playa Stay on the court, record ya points, Don’t come up short, push weight Leave them the metaphors, You been makin betta scores, ever since that night Night of the fight, Where you had to pull the piece to save ya life That’s a strike In the rear dash monitor, path right As you exit ya driveway screamin shyt at ya wife I gotta get my mind right All I need is a light, A quick stop through the team headquarters to get nice Now I’m hazy, tryna stay in the lines I get lazy, damn I ran through a light Woop, woop, He get to the window, I’m smellin like You already know, that coulda set me back for life Chorus: You getting pulled over with the D Cant even afford two babies and here come three Aint got enough credits for that college degree You cant afford to go to jail homie Don’t let temptation send you to hell homie That scholarship no longer there homie Que sera, all is well homie Verse III: They say the angels watch us I believe this is all preposterous We make mistakes this is not the Oscars Best on screen performance, me Director, god I connect events in my life, Just like Mayans did the stars I created my own path Script it like Dean Koontz M Night Shamala, Through all our actions we leave proof Atheist scream james knew, his brother wasn’t god cuz he wasn’t Guess some chosen even, the others odd Do I blame deamons, nature, the hospital or god This real life it’s no fisade Get scarred, heal, move on Take chances, romances, be smart War never ends, Be careful who you let ride in that two door benz cuz when the credits rollin Wont be no use for hopin These minor setbacks are quick light killers just like the wind They provide air, A way to breathe But with enough force A brutal way to leave Rest in peace.

Taking off like a missile Feeling like I roll with a bunch of referees Cuz, all you hearing is the whistles Ain’t no witness or nominees for who gon be the wizard The gilbert pointed at ya wisdom Get ya cranium Creighton Streets in my arenas Yea, we going back and forth like a game But aint no love here My ball and shaft down your throat like Serenas Cuz I’m a bad mutha what you say, watch yo mouth Cuz my patents on paula thinking meiple And I’m robbin the thickest niggas like a thin entrée And we so tired The quality don’t match up with our expenditures Bite size or miniature And I aint God, unorthodox author They polishin an empty space I’m furniture and finisher Movin at a rapid pace so my maker can’t Afford to keep my heart beatin All about the paper chase Don Quixote, you aspire like you Spanish To land on somebody coattails So hell I’m yele’ Soul hella heavy C-0-2 would be the sole cause of global warming Just to get to you Jet fuel, fukc humanity I need that there Keep the missile Right up under Rihanna’s arm hair Chorus: Aye, Aye Aye, There aint no place There aint no hope and it no grace It aint no glory, it aint no gods Just these scars against these odds Verse II: Being a Christian, I have limited my vision Though I’m not a holy rapper I still brandish a piston Take flight cuz they might be in physical form If you’re dormant in your religion you belong in a morgue I lift em, I lift em All for what we fightin for Refugee of my union composing niggas a score Can Priscilla renea or India shawn be my lauryn Speak from my heart, not my loins I’m a war wit Yea, and me B.Ware on tour wit They’ll illegally share us and transfer us through torrents Biopics by Toure’, interviews with Corey As my granddaughters cast my ashes over the Thames Bickering over who will acquire the suites in Gatwick Faded into the great beyond as I fly with Yea, I’m a weapon without war Threat from all of the people I’m fightin for Chorus: Aye, Aye Aye, There aint no place There aint no hope and it no grace It aint no glory, it aint no gods Just these scars against these odds Verse III: This was never for monetary gains or cars Manufactured applause or affectionless drawers This right her for me Cant even say that this for yall Flattered by your replies My reflection displayed for all Madness and Mayhem, uh Is what would happen if I decided to fly for myself with goals to bald Rappers think they the shyt Til they reach a nigga and stall Realize I’m well equipped Then I pull the plunger and flush em all A missile I soar like DWade on ya radar Get knocked down seven. I get up and pull the eight off Form an alliance with the free and face off Even in the midst of all this darkness I, take off

Aye girl what you doin there with all that Poking from the back It’s curving through my plasma TV, 3D Hold up, relax You hear me on this CD Look like graffiti with all these tats They need it, I feed em wax And they sculpt it just like my dick And I’m hopeless Got this vendetta, Vagina causes my grammar To reach or drop to a level That rivals Jesus competitors Without a woman to settle with Sediments rise Evidence, dresses disguise devils Exposing they thighs Revel in strokin scrotums Dismantle it hocus-pocus Then pop up like Facebook chats And I bloop til the night is over Then loop the beat til like Hova I prey my baby get me And I wish she know she had me Cuz good lawd have mercy These hoes tempt me Chorus: (Aye what you doin girl, with all that) She aint have to screw nothin Move nothin We blew somethin To just sit back and do nothing Verse II: In the, middle of my soul I compose pain My thoughts were the clearest, Spirits lifted then hoes came Prose framed Gifted with scriptures so those solos sang Like a 19 year old Tyrese Gibson Til my throat showed veins Sweet lady, sweet lady, sweet lady (Harmonies) Woman You never believed it You never condoned it You never conceived it And as far as I can perceived, You never belonged in Never stayed long, Let him creep in Had me teetering off in the deep end Swim along with the freaks and This is liquid dreamin... Flagrant And I gotta do just what I gotta And if I lose my pride Guess what Sally swallowed holla Chorus: (Aye what you doin girl, with all that) She aint have to screw nothin Move nothin We blew somethin To just sit back and do nothing Verse III: Sober mind drunken hearted Depression started Looking for a nice compartment Wit an apartment to put my parts it Valet, i aint even tryna park Just pull up, pull out, then off again So gassed up that I crash Thirsting for love Now I’m parched within She bound to bend and I’m down to sin Areola pop out that blouse I’m real ratchet, no box spring Just a mattress to work you out You get turned on when my tunes up Woman thou art loosed In them new pumps I bruise some but dont break hearts Partake as I’m taken apart One Ken doll with no purpose Kem album I purchased man whore will soon surface Float a top cuz im drowned in hurt, No worries Blurry so hurry hurry Run to the alter I know you ain’t a hoe But hoe remember what I taught you

Lord, I belong all to you I lay my life down by your feet Lord, I belong all to you Deliver, remember sacrifice for me. New view from the front pew Gotta stay awake when your ma controlling the plate Offering off a ring, tithe, how much do you make Well tonight, it depends on how much booty did you shake I can’t, I quit the drums. Pass that down to Smurf I swear for lord, I don’t get hard when she move that purse Flash back of last night, is that the same ol’ skirt You’re a gentile, no need to convert, you are all welcome No wrist bands necessary, kiss the cheek of the bouncer Othro Evra patch right side of the hip, the freak come out you Cross town route you take, so they never announce you Bend it over like you dance at revival cause they’ll denounce you ATLpics.com shawty I found you To wash these sins away you need Jesus blood with a Piru Got you, how you explain what you doing evenings When I’m Sat. night slaying you You Sunday creaming Chorus: Jamie Christine: (Lord, I belong all to you I lay my life down by your feet Lord, I belong all to you Deliver, remember sacrifice for me.) Sunday Saint but I’m Sat. night sinning Preacher wonder why his daughter be grinning Orange Jubilee nourish me Malt manna from the heavens Next morning I’ll be feeling his presence Sunday Saint but I’m Sat. night sinning Preacher wonder why his daughter be grinning Orange Jubilee nourish me Malt manna from the heavens Next morning I’ll be feeling his presence What a wonderful blessing Verse II: I feel great, naw, I feel bad Cause we showed up late, I gotta look at your dad Quoting Luke 16:13 You already served me up, how you gon switch up teams Room temperature we spew that Praise and worship, I’m praying Slobber out the side of my mouth eye crustation Heart palpitation when I realize I’m snoring They caught me on the monitor Fuck, everybody saw it Awfully off key, I do this for my Christmas-Easter members New suit on casual day, cause you is a pretender Parking lot fender bender, where the entrance or exits Ain’t been here in so long that you forgot the direction He’s an on time god, But you late as a pregnant 15 years old girl Getting dressed for school hiding from parents Who just took out a loan for a missions trip to Yemen To poison the minds of Muslims We all about appearance, sh*t scary. Chorus: Jamie Christine: (Lord, I belong all to you I lay my life down by your feet Lord, I belong all to you Deliver, remember sacrifice for me.) Sunday Saint but I’m Sat. night sinning Preacher wonder why his daughter be grinning Orange Jubilee nourish me Malt manna from the heavens Next morning I’ll be feeling his presence Sunday Saint but I’m Sat. night sinning Preacher wonder why his daughter be grinning Orange Jubilee nourish me Malt manna from the heavens Next morning I’ll be feeling his presence What a wonderful blessing Verse III: Now how will I evade Lust filled nights I’m enslaved I most feel like this fight for life is Somewhat in vain No fight for influence is foolish Liken this to game Level til leverage, never reach the side you against This is the news I should the devil wit Music cleric that I’m clever with Iron, like the brownest metal hit My spark shine dark. I’m God sent So my shadow blackened like when Brandon spit Eternal literature lit Sunshine sh*t

Pour Cristal down her belly button, She ain’t tell me nothing, just turned around and took it I take it, that this her plan out She got her hand out, My validation what she needs to stand out Since five, probably wanted it bad Sat down, watch dad, in the 80s smoking base Watching Paul Francis Gadd, sad I hear her scream like: Looking for love Looking for love Looking for love Hush baby let daddy focus, Do your homework or something Never looked at her grades, ashy elbows Hands in his pants complaining bout pay Praising them thugs slash hating Baby, look at that Lex, You know your mama used to get it like that Mama’s a teacher. Rock sweaters, jackets with buttons and shoulder pads Hair in a bun, wallet sized pictures in pants Posters of Pam Grier rear in her underpants This her circumstance (Damn) Financial woes set in after parents split No longer could mom afford her ballet A cheerleader she became These programs was cost free Had to raise money, walk the streets In her two-piece, gon’ honk if you love it Conditions that cause conditioning Now its all her head like condition Let it sit in. trickle diction in You here to support the athletes You just the curtains on the stage Cant wait to open up and get past thee You nasty. To gain more attention whore Bloomers slipped your mind Toe-touches atop the pyramid displaying your behind You’re so behind We love to lap like canines Let my tongue saliva drip like your blood stains If this is blood gang Black love at all times is what the thugs claims To show love, why we run trains Hidden secrets, now she scarred Rosario D, fifteen the sixth time she took the D Escaped life, slipped into virtual reality Trust easily handed, conversation demanded But not for sex. This her dream love. That’s all she know and now she needs love And what he cling to Beauty, size of her booty is what he fiend for He liked her best in pajamas, Hello Kitty Red wife-beater, no bra, hard nipples Outline of her titties. Different cities. Couldn’t feel her text Explicit videos of her twat when she get wet Shear exhilaration, pimples on her neck In this way she connect with the other sex He let his boys view Teen Internet collection you never knew Its sex traffucking and now you got a clue Teen Internet collection you never knew Its sex traffucking and now you got a clue. Christopher K.P. Brown: "Cutting edge technique Mass distribution Milky way pimps Cyber space prostitution Been turning tricks like this Since the day she learned how to click Goes worldwide at lunchtime Thumbs reproduce this pic Of her posing in the bed With this teddy daddy bought her back when she turned five When he cut off emotion she started looking online Comments replace hugs as she opens up her inbox looking for love This Milky Way pimp says I've been thinking of It’s cool talking but can you send me some pictures of As her adolescent fingers pull panties down the legs She innocently uploads her purity in jpeg This pimpled face pimp takes 15 minutes to spread her thighs Around to friends sitting at the same table where she's fed This mid day meal Cyber space technique Mass distribution leaves her ill Virtually raped, and still Looking for love looking for love looking for love.

This is that new anthem Let your inhibitions show A nigga see you dancin Are you alone or with your friends I’m standin with tandem I don’t pick at random And if they say I ran through em Just take it, as I’m handsome And tell your girlfriends Easy with that handcuffin I pay that ransom My currency is currently romancing Deposit my plans and Transfer my advances I wanna see your stacks on deck Hope your balance is outstanding Chorus: You wanna dance til you lazy Smoke til you hazy Drink til you faded and get fucked to this K.C. Well, lets go, lets go, lets go Verse II: Yea, now Deeply inebriated by the toxins Watch it Pelvic on your waist Lord have mercy Hands on my face on some clock shyt Blasphemy, Oh my god its Godiva chocolate I’m talking Zulu, you disturbing the peace Shakin like Chaka Like david she did her dance But unholiness in my plans Flintstones stucked under Case I got pop pebbles like bam rubble Damn, trouble I am, Causin her to treble her glamorous outfit- She say, I be gotdamn Ease your siditynes Its apparent you pretty and class that’s frivolous I’m tryna see you get freaky and nasty and limitless Yuh, see it’s a benefit to this penmanship I learn the ways to display my emotions so you feel this shyt Chorus: You wanna dance til you lazy Smoke til you hazy Drink til you faded and get fucked to this K.C. Well, lets go, lets go, lets go Verse 3: Its perfection in this moment Your friends don’t condone it And they wonder why they lonely now So lets go, lets go, lets go… Its perfection in this moment Your friends don’t condone it And they wonder why they lonely now So lets go, lets go, lets go…

Yea This is my life, intertwined memorable moments Endorphins is flowin, no pheromones from her body But my nostrils open, Just hopin Don’t know if prayer gon work here They still tryna murder my shawty I thought the smoke was clear Yea, mind is but emotions aint Mine is, so fuck the States And whats the stakes, Dante’s inferno Burn baby burn in this first virtuous circle I love this girl, we could’ve been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you cant sleep and you dream about it I hope ya conscious eats at you and you cant breathe without me Or we can both take up our arms and be some beast about it See Obama Aye, shut up, I’m tryna talk Hey Barack, Those are screams from souls that we lost But you just threw us in another war See you aint like who? You took his place to lead a race, that wants to see you die too Chorus: (Holy war, Sunday divorce) Who art in heaven Who throwin they mind for a reverend Alhamdulillah, What we fight for Battle so we can be in his presence For the return of the first or the second Or maybe nothin Verse II: This the story of Christian searching for kadijah Pray benediction, all hail ceaser Rome through pillage Marry don’t weep, no cries of defeat, Quench thirst of the meek My mind so bold, yearn more of this moor Jihad mi amor, plenty battles in store Kilometers, I will trek this terrain I move like lent, I’m quick witted babe Though a little off base, when I land my terms, If you willin to teach, I’m willing to learn Breach of cultures, mores, truth be distorted Get love imported, be a slave Bethleham to medina, gotta cover these creeds and pillars Til we reach the kaaba, praise to allah My Somali misses, peace unto you I bid you adieu, hallelujah Chorus: (Holy war, Sunday divorce) Who art in heaven Who throwin they mind for a reverend Alhamdulillah, What we fight for Battle so we can be in his presence For the return of the first or the second Or maybe nothin Verse III: Mama cover you fears I know this sound is deafening, but definitely, I decide what’s best for me No lessening of homage successor of Yahweh And lose deciphering God’s promise Lover over all, love her over all, love her over laws Fundamentalist draws, interest to clause Cause Nicean withdrawls, Atheist speaking, like what a fraud, he is Jesus representor mentor, soul’s dinner Repenter, her whole epicenter While I quake for thine to, through ruble I climb You are, the reason I shine, blind truth If thou adhere to the law of the land, Im through the roof, sedans to minivans Me and you in the coupe Til we raise our troops, the war continues 21 gun salute

Yea What is the American view Who is the enemy, who the troops What would you expect anybody to do (my nigga) load up the semis (my nigga) load up the semis (my nigga) load up the semis (my nigga) load up the semis My niggas load up the semis Semi-automatic Bibles on you Verse I: Catch a copper, pop him, drop him, knock off his nostrils (yea) load up the semis,(uh) load up the semis (yea)stop him, shock him, shot him, lock him for that cilantro (yea) load up the semis,(uh) load up the semis Record on camera, learn em, spam em, take back yo city (yea) load up the semis,(uh) load up the semis (yea) enforce, harass, call em gangs, when there’s a peaceful assembly (so)load up the semis,(uh) load up the semis Chorus: What is your plan, we done already ran We done took way more than we can stand (nigga damn) Constitutional truth, relay the gospel with proof Our presence in despair. Our future, where will it land What you gon do,What you gon do What you gon do, what you gon do When the semi-auto, se-se-semi-automatic When the semi-se semi-automatic bibles on you Verse II: What if its nothing but us here Me (me), you (you) Intertwined in blindness, love will see (see) us through (through) Pride bled, rooted red, devils eyes, blue The spouses of others, you covet, but they aint been through The stand up and be a man The bitch you don’t understand The my mama did, I can do it The yo daddy is, I ain’t useless The why don’t you fuckin do its The you aint my wife, aint got my kids I’m building my future, handling my biz You right, you win in the format I’m a man, cant be no dormat Say you here to support my goals But try to change em, and I ignore that You got plans too. Lets explore facts To never be seen as a poor black Housewife, driving a caviler crazy, bi-polar on Prozac So I’m packing the guns in the guitar Case, I place my dreams coulda went far Never forgave you, my fallen angel Now we go back in forth like spars Gambling saved me, bottle my haven, Beat on each other to see stars Forever your baby, forever my lady How do we cease this war. Chorus: What is your plan, we done already ran We done took way more than we can stand (nigga damn) Constitutional truth, relay the gospel with proof Our presence in despair. Our future, where will it land What you gon do,What you gon do What you gon do, what you gon do When the semi-auto, se-se-semi-automatic When the semi-se semi-automatic bibles on you Verse III: Multiple schisms (1,2 shoot) State and religion Niggas and bitches Pardon my Christian (1,2 Ooo) Pardon my Islam (1,2 Ooooooo) Rich and the poor Middle class, politicians Gays in the war Environment, corporate Health budget (1, 2 blank) Abortion and God (1,2…) Ninety-niners and jobs Light skin, dark skin Black people, American (1,2 through) Free speech, cencorship (1,2) Resolution, revolution never ends Its on you Chorus: What is your plan, we done already ran We done took way more than we can stand (nigga damn) Constitutional truth, relay the gospel with proof Our presence in despair. Our future, where will it land What you gon do,What you gon do What you gon do, what you gon do When the semi-auto, se-se-semi-automatic When the semi-se semi-automatic bibles on you

They say NoTiQ we want that hype shyt Well catch me on a feature Cuz I be laid back like good head and strong reefer The ill pap preacher, I’m agnostic If you claim that you god sent Good Friday and Easter gossip This whole cd is Saturday, you think about latter day I’m hell boy, blowin out ya car system I been off set shawty, ask ralo I was blowing trees, stealin shyt out the store with an empty bottle So my heart wouldn’t hallow, we moved to p.s. Suburban life was mostly full of b.s. My sixth grade teacher told me that we less These niggas believe that As a means to survive I had to digress and repress My blackness, I never had a problem with this but When they say hello, I’m whats up and what the fuck Ya whole accent is Anglo Saxon as I transition in between A 83 and a 9-6 Michael Jackson My mood was anti climatic from lack of sirens Brain dramatic had to acclimate to this new climate They was rockin Sacony’s collar shirts with new balance For me i held no worth, for them I held malice Chorus: I’m just a pretty nigga from Albany, raised in Marietta Suburbs showed me no pity now I’m doin better Although broke I spread hope, nothing other than ill quotes I’m just a pretty nigga from Albany, raised in Marietta Suburbs showed me no pity now I’m doin better Although broke I spread hope, nothing other than ill quotes Verse II: I whore myself to the public, I’ll never get pregnant You don’t have a big enough budget, you’ll never get it Maybe its my high standards, maybe I will regret it, Hopefully I will die before im a 50 year old lesbian So how you black bitch lawyers out here dreamin for husbands I can know relate, cuz with music I’m feelin this torment Don’t even get horny, the man you wont don’t even exist And they fans I lust searchin for them number one hits So I slang dick, one night stand, syphilis riddled 6 months them sores HIV, its sickle My cells ameba, fall fickle and I’ll remain The illest muthafukca in the game without aid. Chorus: I’m just a pretty nigga from Albany, raised in Marietta Suburbs showed me no pity now im doin better Although broke I spread hope, nothing other than ill quotes I’m just a pretty nigga from Albany, raised in Marietta Suburbs showed me no pity now im doin better Although broke I spread hope, nothing other than ill quotes Verse III In honor of my father, I live life awkwardly honest. If I be admonished. May it be for not for monetary success that I achieve? Its sucks that I am he and he aint here inspires me I was tired god, I mean shyt, I was tryna be Common This universal mind control is easy to repeat Not yet defeat, im not discreet, can’t discredit me on a beat So she attributed, distributed to souls on feet Ask me what else I write about TBC, more on me The former moron me This is all reflected. Promise all recollected No discretion so keep ya punitive damages Outlandish, her mouth birth words, spoken through Spanish After 8 shots of Milagro Picasso paint in her canvass Call it language arts Here to keep Atlanta planted Marietta veteran Lockheed Martin