1. GET IT When the east is in the house, oh my god, danger/ y’all never heard this kind a sound from keene new hampshire/ where the herd follows the flock then flops on the wager/ here, you gotta piece, but it got fleeced by the savior/ no doubt about it we major, ain’t no doubt about it you minor/ find yourself wading in water, then sinking, drowning, kind a/ I’m a, ryu with the defense, you all tense with the offense/ often it’s the weak feeding em with this nonsense/ that ain’t a song, nah, it’s a sing along for them quitters, all bitter with no hitters/ painting pictures with side splitters, go figure/ I’m a rip ya from the mailbox to ya twitter/ give you them fever blisters and then gonna beat ya with them tongue twisters/ hey sister, where them drugs, you got in your back pocket?/ hey mister, where them thugs, or whatever you call it?/ my power wow, no matter why or the who/ brick wall, gonna get built, brick wall get broke through/ I’d rather be 2 instead of lonely vocals, with locals/ rapping bout being loco, losing the beat and my focal/ i ain’t for you, hell no, I need the best me I got to offer/ I’ll bear the beast of burden to see that money for my daughter/ y’all oughta be used to, this kind of approach/ i’m telling the truth, it’s obvious that we’re dope/ hope, ain’t nothing but weapon, a lesson that I’m stressing/ slippery slope when you climbing them mountains by half stepping/ (chorus) I ain’t wasting another minute to get it, got it/ I ain’t wasting another minute to get it, got me/ I ain’t wasting another minute to get it cause it’s the critics that did it/ waiting for another carbon copy/ I’m guessing you new or ignorant to the fact, we blew/ the map in half with the personification of doing you/ more than something to do, it’s a way of life to live/ a culture that went billion miles to reach what it did/ I’m the best at what i do, y’all can’t front on the kid/ giving a pulse to the dead cause y’all cant see past your lid/ If you don’t mind your matter rapper collarbone shatter/ don’t be the last word in my chapter, i promise you’ll begging to your captors/ got that ghetto up in my blaster, running with drums, but I bet i got faster/ i’m a mix and and I’m the master, I’m a dolby disaster/ cut that background noise, cause you doing nothing but chirping chatter/ slice to tatters, fatter than batter, made up in the mold of a mad hatter/ i’m a pastor that passed ya, headed out to pasture/ splitting words into fractures while they gone with the rapture/ they grazing, misbehaving, saying hell coming at em/ saving, themselves, playing games, but they numbing Adam/ we both talking that bull… but mine will make you better/ they’ll quote me when i’m gone, don’t forget the five letters/ You all wrong, for the part of persuasion/ You the animal left grazing/ While I’m tasting the world and i’m telling you it’s amazing/ I’m phasing every actor out, making them vanish/ You looking empty and famished, egocentric and damaged/ From this point it’s all vantage, it’s all I can manage/ With a passion and pulpit for this brand new language/ I ain’t wasting another minute to get it, got it (chorus)

2. GOOD TO BE BACK first time i ever touched the mic, it was like/ something was right on right on right on, right on/ barely above knee high to a dove, fairly pale and but beastly tough/ made a million in songs in my head so rough/ lunchtable banging but it’s never enough/ snuff a motherucker going off the cuff/ i would huff and puff and and rough them up for lunch, money/ you dumb funny, you ain’t taking nothing from me/ we rule, right, the fair fight, gonna be mine if it goes down/ but these toys bout to get drowned, if they think they can walk around/ in my hometown, but hey, you get far, with a loud sound and a banged up car/ rattling throughout the trunk and the window/ white trash thug with a brain so simple/ y’all can’t rap/ and y’all can’t shoot/ speak that with truth with my timba boot/ get that paper, stoke that fire/ what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is ours/ (chorus) I’ve been gone for too damn long/ whatever doesn’t kill me, gonna make me strong/ feels good to be back, feels good to be back/ We just keep it moving keep moving it on/ I’ve been hustling through cold and the storms/ pushing that fire, i’ve been keeping it warm/ feels good to be back/ We just keep moving it on/ They say that i ain’t ready, i said my head just heavy/ i’m constantly complicating so get on with it already/ steady as i go, keep y’all on your tippy toes/ cause the hollow gonna burrow inside ventricles/ ain’t nobody gonna body nobody with smoke / I’m taking a minute to be blunt but never to toke/ Keep em on the heat, ugh too cold to approach/ beat em on the beat, but never swallow pride, you could choke/ i’m a invoke the spirit when i break these blokes lyrics/ every quote i got is twice as dope, but y’al know me when y’all hear it/ bigger than an oak, or the on me joke/ i’m gonna pull the yolk and give the biggest bull a fruckin stroke/ merk out all these folks, an avenger with a force field cloke/ provoke and y’all gonna get broke then meet the god that y’all awoke / (chorus)

3. ALL MY LIFE Back in the day when i was a teenager/ before i had dreams about signing a major/ me and MF Sha had the rude boy flavor/ lock down and now we out on good behavior/ before i gave up on the savior...later/ found all my faith in my neighbor, told me i was great than that/ back pack full, faster as a bullet/ freestyle legend, y’all can name it i been through it/ taught myself how run on assault and battery/ fought the law and won, shot the sheriff, casually/ I’m a creep, like my head in the radio and these beats they bang in the belly of stereo/ All my life, i’ve been following the dj/ playing those records that make me feel easy/ day by day I’ve doing what he say/ never let me down, keep it coming my way/ me and the the dj, me and my dj/ 20 years ago i was sitting on my front steps/ bumping bdp, while rewinding the cassette yellow walkman flash, made me big on set / yoooo, to the ladies that i ain’t even met yet/ 15 years later now I’m walking through the halls/ same sony sport that I got at the mall/ bumping co flow, on a tdk blank/ vinyl to the tape deck, the volume gonna get cranked/ singing how i’ll slinging them tapes soon/ thinking how i’m gonna get my diploma in June/ then it’s off to the city, find a cypher make a milli/ fend the press off, silly, doing shows jump in lilly/ 10 years ago, I was listening to Them/ Vertex was the apex i knew back then/ but they stopped rhyming and forgot to dance/ kill the b-boy stance to be so advanced/ (chorus) All my life, i’ve been following the dj/ playing those records that make me feel easy/ day by day I’ve doing what he say/ never let me down, keep it coming my way/ me and the the dj, me and my dj/ 5 years later, find myself in 63’/ Otis Redding was the only speaking to me/ my music choosing to move through new harmonies/ singing to myself till I’m ready the way it’s gotta be/ my weapons are the selections that i’m studying idly/ mind straight, facing all my problems with sobriety/ kindly, step back, knuckles are itching to throw/ cause I’m puzzled why the culture stopped wanting to grow/ we rap about rap, till we rap about nothing/ we buy those clothes till we feel like something/ we buy those grills cause we feel like fronting/ 100 miles left y’all can catch me running/ year ago sitting on my front steps, listening to me rap on a beat up cassette/ thinking how far I’ve made it since way back when/ with my daughter on my lap bumping Just a friend

4. BEEN DEAD One fall away, another one takes it’s place/ No need to run for cover, cause there aint nowhere safe/ Tell your people, we be lethal, better hear what I said/ You can’t kill it homie, it’s already been dead/ It’s been dead. Y’all been dead. my payment for playing this game, should be those golden pawns/ the way I make this moves for king is a legend, gone gone/ away for 20 to life, i got 20 on your life/ even ceelo hate you homie, get it, no dice/ precisely, why i hate rappers who call themselves emcee’s/ the name is dead like the those idols you wanna be/ it’s over from where i’m standing, on the roof with a mini cannon/ shooting film, for the you tube to be imagined/ captain, i think your ship is sinking/ nah yawl tripping again, and making excuses for dripping/ Yeah I’ll spin into a coma, while driving a bulldozer/ the size of california, like your players, i’m the owner/ don’t be alarmed, when the auto pilot kicks in/ i need these hands to play these drums and sharpen my weapons/ friends gather round, the enemies in your stereo/ get em get em get em, let them die real slow (chorus) One fall away, another one takes it’s place/ No need to run for cover, cause there aint nowhere safe/ Tell your people, we be lethal, better hear what I said/ You can’t kill it homie, it’s already been dead/ It’s been dead. Y’all been dead. those sticks could start a blaze if ya’ll played it the right way/ straight into the future with hopes of shorter days/ my grind don’t need 24, it needs lucky 13/ a john cash theme, spread through my whole team/ we walk the line, to be cliche and catchy/ Pray that we find our june carter jacki’s/ Benjarvis with the beat, you seem never see me fumble her/ old for my age, like what the - is a tumblr?/ too busy for my space, but still lazy like a mumbler/ Still I am the best bet right? humble huh?/ Seen enough come and go, wasting time and wasting flow/ dreaming like their on a roll but they lost control/ this is the beginning of something new/ I’m starting to make sense, wait i ain’t through/ the god got a dilemma, keep it live or keep it mega/ i’m trying to have a ball, but you devils cut my tether/ whatever, I’m trying to reclaim what I abandoned/ walked away from the hustling and look what happened/ Auto tune automatically be turning y’all electric/ saw the past hit the 4 track and get the exit/ the music can’t sustain because the styles anorexic/ thinning out the herd, because the talents so subjective/ everyone rich, but nobody debt free/ and you handing out meat so your dogs can eat (chorus)

5. RIGHT HERE This right here be the new whiplash, that Kim kardash that ya’ll want to smash this right now be the new tao, the reason I’m doing it, the here and the now/ You see how I does I does it, no easy answer, I’m smooth criminal and a sample arranger, Cliff hanger, the twin kicked out of the manger, acting like somebody in a club full of strangers, the killer with a banger, the size of montana, live from shangra la get you amped like Angela you love it like shiny rocks, go dumb and keep rolling, these lines are getting hot, but ain’t none one of them stolen, painting the perfect picture with the paint i’ve been holding, acting like we straight, but you already folding, trying to cash in but I’m already golden. nobody said freeze, why the what are you posing? (chorus) this right now be the new death, with a life worth living without a bulletproof vest this right here be the warning to police 2 fingers in the air held up to say peace this right here could be the new high with control of your mind do it do it right this right now be the new theft, with a penny for your thoughts, because it’s all you got left I aint on drugs, but i see why you is cuz, life is a lot harder when your sober and clean cut, so grow that hair and play that rock music loud, cause the sixties they all back in style, y’all mickey mouse, house,aint got no soul when it’s bumping, yawl 50 out the mouth, but never get keep it one hundred, peep that script I’m retouching, everybody got lyrics, but it’s all about suffering wait still buffering, hope you got the time, because our kids depend on these rhymes, to pay these bills, we’ve gotta make 9 go into five, and show these mathematicians what it means to be live, I’m ready to be old, but i ain’t ready to sit, too many sprits to lift and moments I missed but now it’s about pop culture and getting even, and fighting y’all til I get what I believe in/ (chorus) it goes boom bap boom boom boom bap, you’re skilled in the trade of making an old man nap i swear i spend all of my time putting on clinics, taking l’s for y’s and I end up being a cynic, easy be noticed when you the closest to gimmick, with a dumb tattoo for every dumb minute, i don’t pretend to get it, i don’t know why you never edit, but you sell a million records on somebody’s credit suffocated yourself for some minimum wealth, your lip synchs sink like bricks to the bottom of hell, but only time will tell how big my head gonna swell looking down on all suckas who ain’t doing so well, a singer writes songs, a good man rights his wrongs, i’ll do this all day long, Shalem give me some more drums to to snap on. (chorus)

6. TRAPPED I used to be famous, I used to be cool/ I used to be a giant, I used to run the school/ I used every word that I knew/ I bent the drums in half/ I played the game, like them, and said don’t make me laugh/ We used the best loops and breaks/ We never worried about the voices we take/ We grew up in the woods and lakes/ Far from the city and venomous snakes/ Made our fair share of mistakes/ But always found luck in those crates/ Cleaned my boots like I cleaned those plates/ Struggled to find style in an all white state/ Never hated the next man, was always with my girl/ Got burned out and burned down trying to give her the world/ Took a shot when I had it/ Worried about the wrong things/ Waited for the right time/ Sorry that I never learned how to sing/ (chorus) Not giving up, trying to be real, when the money don’t come, it’s hard to deal/ You’re never gonna make it if your dreams ain’t what you feel/ I could steal the moment and run it back/ But I’ve gotta march on cause I won’t be trapped/ I should have listened in class/ I could have been something else/ But nothing made me happier than hearing myself/ Blown out ego, overshadowed by a love for my people/ with a flow that’s so lethal/ so god dang evil/ we go, hard, like the world is watching/ like stop clock ain’t stopping/ like being number 1 is the only option, like here Sha take it from the top an…/ show em how they shoulda rolled from first breath/ Hold em tight they coulda told us life wasn’t death/ Cold fem fatale, woulda taken my heart from my chest/ What a mess, I’m a fool for stress/ We had a good run/ We’ve got a place in the books/ Wrote a million verses dissing all those halfway crooks/ Swear on my life I was never shook/ But maybe, just maybe, I didn’t have what it took/ (chorus)

7. LAZY You so fly/ What you go by?/ I’m a multi-millionaire, yeah I thought so/ You so dry, what you fall by?/ The wayside? Yeah I thought so/ The core of your apple bottom is rotten/ You just got going, no sign of stopping/ Touch that bubble till we get it popping/ Take stock in the fans, they gonna give you options/ You got that gift of sweet-talking/ You’re way into a corporate office/ On the charts, good god, you’re a rocket/ Too bad no one told you to stop it/ You so high/ You smoke right?/ You can miss me with that homie I’m straight/ You so shy, but you a goldmine/ Nah, You don’t understand they own every hit you make (chorus) Y’all lazy to the bones/ No good when you are stoned/ No one ever taught you how to rock a microphone/ Y’all lazy to the bones/ No good when you are stoned/ No one ever taught you how to rock a microphone/ We’re just trying to cut some records, just trying to have fun/ But you lazy all you doing is that bare minimum/ I guess my standards are too high/ I want my music so fly, that it changed my mind/ It’s shame what the game has made you do/ Blame everybody else while you speaking the truth/ Backstage your crew sounds like the view/ Buzzed off the red bull and the mountain dew/ But hey it’s all free, they sponsor you/ Watch your mouth who you think you’re talking to?/ Watch the press, yeah right, I gotta keep my cool/ Money like this will make you think it through/ Sitting on the couch, trying to understand/ Why every rapper out got a 10-step plan/ Steps 1-9 leave you broke and blind/ But number 10 is a beast of a different kind/ Kind of like a puppet, strung up with duct tape and spray paint/ Looking for the big break, from a suit or saint/ While the dead demo, flies on the hook as bait/ A devil in a 2 piece seals your fate/ You’re doing great though/ Killing it so soon/ Why make an album when you can just make itunes? Oh no, bad news, the hard drive died/ Now we got no proof you were ever alive/ My vinyl on the wall is like a bar room brawl/ Feels good when you break it out and see it strong/ Sorry if this all of the sounds premeditated/ I waste most of my freestyles being old and jaded/ But I am a product of the indie revolution/ mom and pop gave me the solution/ So it makes me sick, when I see you twist your hips/ On the tele, for somebody’s institution/ I was there when Atmosphere took over/ When Co Flow funcrushed your lives/ The day the Jugganots saw those clear blue skies/ You wouldn’t know those names/ Passing trains/ Hiphop didn’t died, it just went insane// Now I visit it anytime I can, we talk about our plans// To make it big one day and say, at least we tried everything we could/ But history shows, especially with flow, the talent is misunderstood/ You so smart/ You got so much heart/ What you go by?/ Emcee waste my time/ Yeah I thought so, don’t it always go/ Just like this when your money’s involved/ You see what you saw, you want it, and it’s gone/ From the song to wrong to all the hits on your blogs/ I’m probably overprotective/ If nothing I’m selective/ I got a mind I speak on the record/ That’s something you cannot question/ I appreciate when good art is mentioned/ You’re slow, you’ve been half stepping/ You’re a penny trying to be Ben Franklin/ Hold your breath, your boat is sanking/ You tried to iphone it in, but you don’t have the bars/ I don’t need the fame and fortune cause I’m large in my homies cars (chorus)

8. MADE FOR YOU Come on darling let be your man/ I promise I won’t let go of your hand/ you know that I could be the light in your dark/ so don’t go breaking my, don’t you go break my heart/ It’s a big ocean, girl, every type of fish/ I have any one you want, do whatever you wish/ I can’t front, I can barely pay rent/ but the little that I got is yours when your upset/ thIs love is cliche, but its ours to keep/ recharge when she you wanna go to sleep/ we can dream at the same time/ through your glass of wine/ while I sing your name, with the kind soul that makes you mine/ I don’t pretend to care when you’re off on your own/ never worried, what them do, we got an honest home/ bigger than myself, girl you’re my freedom/ nothing could better, ready, come and get some/ ready where the breeze takes, I always want more/ and when you gone, I’m looking at the front door/ when you walk in, my cross hit the floor/ when I hear your voice every other choice is a bore/ (chorus) Come on darling let be your man/ I promise I won’t let go of your hand/ you know that i could be the light in your dark/ so don’t go breaking my, don’t you go break my heart/ I’m so into you, I want to be your stars and your moon/ I know I know this much is true, I was made to love you/ I remember seeing you in high school/ walk through the hall like heaven go through you/ cool when you talking like twice your age/ text book burner, melting the words off the page/ I said to my homie, tell me who she?/ told me that he seen you in history/ told me hands down, smartest girl in class/ no way you give trouble like me a path/ but I glanced at her, through the corridor/ she on a journey, but i’m bumping that foreigner/ I’ve been waiting for a girl like you/ call the coroner, something’s wrong with my heart/ got that 8 bit beat, banging from the start/ but apart from these lines, I know I could shine/ If she’d give me a minute of her studying time/ caught my eye, let me get that body/ I’m good for you girl, the life of the party/ she felt my words, I know she could hear it/ come on darling, jailbreak my spirit/ Come on darling let be your man/ I promise I won’t let go of your hand/ you know that I could be the light in your dark/ so don’t go breaking my, don’t you go break my heart/ I’m saying, every boy in my class/ be giving you the look a with debonaire flash/ tight rolled jeans with a brand new dance/ bun jour my love from varnet france/ she’s so exotic gotta i’ll step up my game/ learning cursive right now so I can spell her name/ All the firemen cant touch our flame/ broke the law when career when career day came/ told the cop that he cant catch me and my dame/ 2nd grade boys are same ol same/ first grade fresh, got an s on my chest/ stands for sensitive to the death, let me impress/ you got a number? let me meet them parents/ sleep over on a weeknight? lets do damage/ I ain’t playing, nobody can do what I do/ truth is I never had one birdy that flew/

9. SIMPLE Last day that you’ll waste, starts out with bass/ The last letter you erase, comes face to face with the horn of Maceo/ Parker, start your, engines to the beat of this soul drum/ Wanna walk away but your feet got numb/ But now you humming like dum dum dum dum dum/ Good lord I wish I played an instrument/ So I could as be so proplyphic/ As my heroes/ Who killed your stereo till the batteries dead/ You say it’s all in my head, but nah it’s in what I said/ To the point, precise and nice/ I’ve got too many words and I think it’s my vice/ Language is my mistress, girl/ And I’ll cheat as much as I can/ You don’t wanna miss this, yo Sha pull up the van/ Lets’s go/ Let’s tour, make some Al Green/ The more you hear the more you scream/ It’s simple as a shotgun, when aiming it straight/ I see my peak right now and I know I’m on pace/ To do a hit song once every lifetime/ Say word if you love to rewind/ I do I do, like to feel to feel good/ But so far all my songs have been depressing you/ Well I’m sorry for bringing you down/ I swear nothing but up this time around/ I speak for the party like the party speaks for me/ Shut your mouth and move your feet/ I don’t mean to be cruel, but you’re --- with the golden rule/ Never let em shine more than your jewels/ Trust me when I say, you don’t need the blasé/ You need an 808 right away/ (chorus) Simple as a note coming out those strings/ I’m a hold y’all I need you doing all sorts of things/ Y’all moving like you want to be theme in my song/ So I’m a talk talk talk till the feeling is gone/ Weapon of choice is the tambourine/ Hit the bell to kill, by any means/ Laser guided, internet stupid/ Making her confide in a Sam Cooke cupid/ She’s got arrows for days, as long as the record plays/ But I’m invested in the way the good luck stays/ too many seconds, Not enough firsts/ Mistakes can break your bank for what it’s worth/ We’re upsell the product by making it hot/ You can buy it right now, 20 bucks a pop/ That math again, making the dance floor shake/ Looking like that quake the only hit I make/ But I’ve gotta be positive, like I got lots to give/ Giving you a hit like my perogative/ Minus all the coke and tabloids/ Move your feet like your legs are paranoid/ Running away from whatever got the better of you/ Gunning my game at some letters making it beautiful/ True indeed, now I got purpose/ Making it bright, the rest is worthless/ Saying it right, doing y’all a service/ Lost a bet with myself when I wrote this/ Dark days gone now the drums got focus/ Sha always said I could be the dopest/ Now I got a buzz like a thousand locusts/ Doing all I can before my window closes/ smash through the glass when my time approaches/ And leave the dance floor looking hella moses/ Reach for your guns and come up all roses/ Picture perfect like the kid got poses/ say my name to never say it again/ Stand bright in the light of Adeem/ (chorus)

10. SOUNDS THE SAME feat. ALEXANDRAH I’m a throw these stones/ Like I ain’t the product of a broken home? Made bomb, with some ink on my arm/ Truth is I got no use for the calm/ I wasn’t made to sit still, I get trill/ I was made to move bills/ Or pay em when my people got nothing to eat/ The truth is I’ma help y’all get what you will/ Look, pop music love the abuse/ Need that money like it’s long in the tooth/ So uncouth, and removed, got you acting dumb/ Y’all wanna rap, cause it’s so much fun?/ Dun you ain’t raw, you ironic/ You technatronic, I’m stetsasonic/ Smooth operator, hold the crowd for ransom/ Bored to death, nah, I keep em Ted Danson/ Advancing my cause, like applause/ Pushing me hard to go sharp out my jaws/ I’m a start pushing till I seen none at all/ Ran through the tall and evolved from the crawl/ Dedicated you can tell by the ring/ I made it, drums gonna treat me like a King/ Just for being who I was born to be/ Let the pedestals burn in effigy/ So we can dance on an open grave/ No chance we can all be saved/ From the drugs we love to crave/ We were born the best and brave/ Damned to demand the same old beat/ But that ain’t the end I’m trying to meet/ So complete this line, let me pass the blame/ We’re are us, never the same/ (chorus) You asking me who I think should lead the way, Cause all your heroes ain’t got nothing to say/That game should be ashamed of all the names that it tamed, Cause everything sounds the same, everything sounds the same That ain’t progress I came accomplished/ Everyone of y’all need to go like congress/ I’m honestly, killing y’all for a fee/ Pay up or get down cause I’m starting to be/ In tune with the bloom in a boom box forecast/ Y’all fools making these rules that don’t last/ I heard it fall flat, quiet on impact/ The big bang slang it ain’t waking the dumb cats/ You need to be fresh, you need to be cool/ The day ain’t gonna wait for you to be cruel/ We speak when we eat, we live when we sleep/ And we crave to be the baddest ones on the beat/ The streets ain’t a treat their asylum to each/ Soldiers that’s gotta a lot of words to teach/ So, don’t step where it’s over your head/ Don’t swim where the water ain’t safe to tread/ Even the sheep know it’s gotta go where it’s led/ Sick from the poison in the drugs that we’re fed/ You can be the now or the past instead/ The future ain’t bright it’s covered in red/ Kill em and save em, we give em love and then hate em/ Play em fade em, giving everyone here an ultimatum/ They step and they follow everything verbatim/ Or I kill them, Go head Shalem Or I kill them, Go head Shalem/ (chorus)

11. RISE Getting older everyday and we still doing what we like/ All you soldiers wanna play but chill we aint trying to fight/ We the full moon rising over these new hampshire skies/ We struggle everyday but it’s the reason we rise/ I’m always thinking about the days that passed/ I’m always feeling like these ways won’t last/ but something stuck from the mid 90’s in the backwoods towns/ 808 sounds and those bubble goose downs/ that’s my childhood, I always want to get back/ up to no good, what could be better than that? now we grown up, worn tough, got life stuff, no blunt puffs/ we’ve battled enough we wanna call old age’s bluff/ I made it to 33, had a million opportunities/ but couldn’t make it work how i thought it should be/ always ended up short, goals half met/ probably shoulda played sports, bled more than sweat/ lead more than set, trends and fires alike/ but regardless of how i kicked a ball i’m nice on the mic/ and in spite of my examples, I ain’t trying to settle/ cause this the only thing gonna take me to that next level/ (chorus) Getting older everyday and we still doing what we like/ All you soldiers wanna play but chill we aint trying to fight/ We the full moon rising over these new hampshire skies/ We struggle everyday but it’s the reason we rise/ Look in the mirror try to get yourself right/ you a crook half way between a bark and a bite/ look look look they done shooting but you aint in their sites/ crew deep like a cypher on a saturday night/ I want to play every venue on the road/ I wanna knock these rookies out cold/ romantic, and simplistic, but not really realistic/ when you figure all the failed attempts I had to get it/ we mighta seen our moment, i’m pretty sure i missed it/ all the while music’s on the pole stripping for gimmicks/ but never no mind, it can’t be bigger than right here/ a minute is a lifetime when you there ain’t nothing to fear/ no matter what this sells, i’ve got a vision of self/ My pain is my experience, I feed off the wealth/ I look forward to the future when a kid stumbles on this/ and loves the retro sound and the echo in the chorus/ I gave it all i could and I couldn’t watch the music starve/ cause my fire got nothing do with being a falling star/ I’ll shoot a catch 22, I’ll keep on pushing it through/ I’ll keep on doing what I do, that’s making music for you/ (chorus)

12. GOT ME GOOD I remember, listening to de la/ When my neighborhood couldn’t care/ What the black man did/ But I, watched every video/ 3pm after school, vhs would go, into my machine/ Tape my dream, being played out by cheap budgets/ We beatboxed while my grades would plummet/ We traveled to the planet rock summit/ No one knew, why I demanded blank tapes/ Those D Batteries and all those empty milk crates/ I had paper route and pocket cash/ Saturday mornings put the sound on blast/ Volume 10 while the cars passed/ Got em live as long as the side lasts/ Public enemy, wouldn’t remember me/ But I knew every word that Chuck D said to me/ All the things my race had done/ I figured every Uzi weighed a ton/ By the time I got to Arizona, I suspected everyone/ Of being higher class, bigots with a paid staff/ Now I knew why Mookie through the can through that glass/ The Injustice fits us in a curios way/ I paid attention to everything rappers would say/ Role models with 40 bottles, violent problems/ Asking the shorties to call em, and daring anybody rapper to rob em/ See while those suckaz walked like the code of the streets didn’t apply/ TV said lean on me, but I felt more like high school high/ Joke on us, right? We come from small towns with no culture/ Where rappers don’t come in this color and if they do then they’re suckers/ Not me though, I rode with G rap, Kane and Shan/ I dreamed of bus tickets to NYC, I had a plan/ Someday, I’m gonna be an emcee/ Then bullone mind state swooped in and got me/ To another place, specifically, the concepts were classic/ But it strayed away from all the other styles I had mastered/ It didn’t make no sense/ But that’s what was so intense/ Took me 7 listens before I considered it fresh/ After that I started messing with that pen/ Freestyling to myself while I was walking with my friends/ We would clown about being stuck in this backwoods jungle/ Where the fever for hip hop kept it hard hard to be humble/ (chorus) Y’all never know where the life of a man gonna go/ Inner city got me good, but I can hear the echo/ Of the mic check, mic check 1, 2, 1, 2/ The culture’s for them and it’s not for you/ I remember 8th grade, Malcolm x hat covered my eyes/ Explaining to my family why the white man always gonna lie/ I identified with the color blind/ Felt I was getting mine, quietly/ I could scream South South Bronx without any irony/ See, in those days I never thought I was hood/ I respected the struggle because I knew and I understood/ The roof over my head was a blessing and curse/ I mean my parents were cool, but they never saw rap coming first/ Who could blame them? Their music was the Beatles and carpenters/ They can’t relate to all these ciphers and mobsters/ To them sounded like some liars and monsters/ Trying to steal their only son from their suburban apartment/ But see it wasn’t just that, it was bigger than white fear/ Cause all my peers just wanted to play sports and drank beer/ Never gave thought to question why they’re here/ I took it personal like I was getting threats from premier/ There was more to discover, in the core of the mother ship/ Where Mecca and the soul brother was the ultimate/ Before mischief was dj exit and sha wrote someone/ Dpk was the crew that held your Walkman for ransom/ Then when I was 16 I realized I could this/ Gotta run it back, cause these girls are simalak/ Nobody wanna feel the heat when I hit the track/ I’m a smack you twice like I’m trying to play the role of jack jack jack/ Before the wedding ring and car payment/ Interest in my bank statement/ Middle finger up no time to be complacent/ Before the idea of identity, Jb’s had the remedy/ Hiphop was my life for better or calamity/ Now I’m a tell you why it spoke to a white kid like me/ Cause It’s ain’t where you’re at it’s who you want to be