Yo, for the wisdom of three I channel eastern scripts While she willows under trees and plots eastern grips Trying to earn my respect, success repressed So I made certain that the word smith-ing leave you wussing and pack heat more than ‘Smith & Wesson’ It’s evident that this degenerate blessed with eminent sentiment, yes. Why (are) you hating? While I’m levitating across Olympus You depressed, gravitating towards to Anubis’ chariots Like Harriet (Tubman), passed the underground tracks, I’m just trying to get N*****s to free. See, they lying Saying I rock too hard and I’m not ever gon’ shine Yet my wrists and lips twist hits divine Drop rock hard gems, all they do is shine Trace these ripples of depth that make you wanna resign From the spinning cyphers off your table to orbs revolving 12 cycles These recitals effects are genocidal (To) tell the truth though, I’m trying to raise a revival So watch me sizzle whack cats everytime I missile cold raps Forget straps, no Geppetto on my back trying to pull strings and move change while your Pesos stay strained The spawn of Destiny’s symphony, screaming “Say my name, say my name...” It’s a shame, all your efforts stay in vain. It’s no debate who’s number one, moon child (will) eclipse your whole prospect sun.

Verse 1: Took a trip to the stars, I hear my heart say this is ours When the hour is right shaitan will take flight Blessed with the trinity of providence sight, my rhymes too tight That whack cats take flight like kites when I roll by like the wind Trying to win in sin with spirits that sting like Gin? I’ll tell you first, its fin, when they (are) asking where I’ve been with that thing, that thing! You can’t reject, live wires connect as I reflect on presets of Gods poetics Adding the difference of opposite pieces in this great divide Steaks are top shelf, trust…I relish the climb Can’t bite my design Six when I felt my first vibe, remember sixteen when I wrote my first rhyme A Couple (of) years later, 20 visions of time and now the world’s…mine. Hook: Chill out! Chill out! X2 Verse 2: They tried to set me up with boundaries But all I see is blurred lines while I’m Robin’ cats self esteem See, me and rhymes stay thick as thieves (And) that probably skipped whack cats like any talent with raps I hit the spot, drop a hot sixteen Turn around and make it look like it ain’t nothing Got a hundred times more bars on lock than Sing Sing But it’s a damn shame, pockets ching-ching when I swing So, here I am trying to make some paper change and N*****s trying to act strange Cause I keep a low profile and insist a freestyle is as close as I get to non-profitable You can’t bite my style, just wait till I’m making five thou’ for a feature Singing like, Hippah to the Hoppah you just can’t stop her, said Hippah to the Hoppah you just can’t stop her Hook: Chill out! Chill out! X2

Verse 1: Ok let’s see…it was uhmmmm It was 99, I was about five when I first felt the vibe and stuff My Pap’s booming up the speakers, three in the morning That’s about the best memory I have of /with him I couldn’t fathom the depth of what happened, spell bound forever to set adrift on memories bliss Every time my ear was kissed and caressed by this electric fix I remember sitting there, legs crossed, arms reaching out, mind perplexed As my little fingers ran down a stack of records Towards, further and further, the writing in the stars There were clouds of dust, it smelled like must (But) between thin spaces, I saw faces and places Foreign to me, by name calling to me To fall into my hand and me. Hook (Holstar): As I walk down memory lane, as I walk down memory lane As I walk down memory lane, as I walk down memory lane…yeah x2 Verse 2: So it’s a couple (of) years later now Trying to get some paper and make it somehow Maybe get a Hype cover too before I turn 22 You never know…it might come true But, mom says “Stay stuck to the books. There (are) too many crooks trying to make it off a hook” So I feel shook some, I’m probably gonna get none But, then comes along this cat named Duncan Talking about “...kid, you’ve got something special” But I doubt it, honestly it bothers me Getting too emotional like “...why won’t anybody put me on the radio?!”…you know? But whatever, it’s cool. Refuse to be another Quick-Draw (Drawl)-MC-Won’t-Grow So my lips stay blessed, yes Gilding 10 plus 6 and I plan not to miss Making promises for this Hook (Holstar): As I walk down memory lane, as I walk down memory lane As I walk down memory lane, as I walk down memory lane…yeah x2

Verse 1 (Al Kan I): When Teck Zilla laces, its basically amazing/ Brace for the occassion, invasion when am blazing/ I stays, eyes Asian, Caucasians say oh my gosh how u drop em/ Face it,They Star gazing, wen I phaze em/ I stay watching my options Streets will watch n they watching I never make a loss with my fortunes Thinking outside the box like resurrected corpse in a coffin/ Discipline is key as I endeavor 4 perfection It was Never my intention, to ever kill a session, Now they listening to me N Forever they will mention, How This sizzling emcee, Change the weather n complexion in the...In the industry... Stay Clever, aint a question WhY many hate, coz am fly emirates. I penetrate, Al Kan-I demonstrate How u fly by, bye bye featherweight Verse 2 (Marvel): Reportin live from the frontline, lieutenent marv/ spreadin sickness in the booth I go ebola hard/ Food for thought berg city-- I know you're starvin/ pull a rapper out his dreams, I'm so alarmin/ You my sons when I shine u can't ban my rays/ !u can't see me flow as cold as a blind mans gaze/ Know u wonder how this dope cat never blunders/ you make it rain while I compose all this better thunder/ All hunger, my mindstate is munchies/ huh, stay sharp, I cut cheques n make a drum bleed/ Pshh. Dummies, they gon hate it when u run it nice/ !your top emcees all shook like they afraid of heights/ Cos the prince climbing, and the spits timeless/ so all you clowns tryin to mimick keep your lips silent! I am not the type to step to so get moving/ from my bones to my soul son I rep music/ Verse 3 (CHAA): Swimming in the mire, venom dripping off my lips Trying to break bread with sires So I hex you with the cantrip scripts Channel passed sword fight clan conquests and tribal quests Then, I proceed to bring terror to your squad Prospects set, vantage point correct Been too long starved, snipe out your very best with my eyes closed doing the tango Yooo, I ain’t trying to act coy It’s pretty evident that I run this boy It’s like snore these other kids is such a bore, that’s why I’m whacking off stiffs like chronic masturbaters Stop trying to act real, I can see it in your face You scarred like seal, ‘cause when I rap I’m trying to ace *You see dem lame? Try trace frame for frame?* But this is blessed synergy you can’t contain