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by SUpRALiMiNAL

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released 26 March 2013

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Track Name: Full Script Intro
Sweet Jesus didnt even touch him and he jus ceased breathing / the lone leader atop the boardz each season/ since a rook this train been off steaming/ bust somn feed em till they cough semen/ excuse the French but no respect those caught sleepn / i tell good day sir, hi/ Listen to a verse or five, buckle up bitch I'll make it worth the ride/ my portfolio diversified/ grand pops persevered wit polio/ til he fell asleep in his hearse and died/ still could neva see no hurt in his eyes/ could only see from 1 too, would give it to ya raw wit some worldly words of the wise/ heard strait thru the grapevine/ S why I go hard from the first Till the curtains collide/ calling all record execs come sign me/ Matta fact you ain't writin no Albert pujols check/come find me/ smoke ya blunt eat ya food nevamind me// Gime that drink, drug, kiss, fuck, hug/ profits and plugz/ hostiles to drop unstoppable slugZ/ ye ye na hand me that pen, the pen yo/ buncha pages and a paperweight/ oh and the papermate/ Supra goin in feelin goody in this lions den/ (grrr) come n sit wit me show ya my environment/ (uh) hand me that pen, the pen yo/ take us to places we neva been/ on that full script medicine// Put u outta commission, concussion fux wit ya head Listen its nuthin turn this kid who spit it to sid the kidddd/ really its somn/ prescriptionz written wit talent this is how it happens when you g’ahead tip the scales in favor of my chemical imbalance/ name a fella more awesome wit it / n i aint rly do it like that, yo told u catch me Wall street, Boston fitted/ off my rocker but on these digits/ back when the colony cats were callin me the proDigy/ thats not relly cuz the mobb was deep/ yo SUpRA cud hardly sleep/ tho wen I came alive they cud hardly speak/ Dummy turn a deaf ear, get crept on and left here/ run along n tell tha rest Grow a set n sum chest hair/ yea, betta luck next year/ (raekwon) bbbbbbring it hard to you white blouse emcee/ still boppin pill poppin genius house M.D./
Track Name: 1 Up
We laced up, back in action/ villen is the faction, villainous actions, blast tha ceilin to fractions/ lost a lil traction when I failed the seventh grade science project a perfect cold water extraction/ they kept tellin me this kid can fly/ guess we all react a lil different to the stimuli/ play this game day by day couldn’t say I didn’t try/ jus to make it play by play donny orsillo haaa/ split this pill wit me, tell em…. [put the weight on my shoulders – N Shore, S Shore, Boston Mass] …but fuck all this scrap eatin peckin order bread crumbs/ 6,7 years ill b fuckin wit the hedge fund/ mansion in the mountains, wit my wifey in the bed sprung/ (shinin) a kiddo ridin round the halls screamin REDRUM/ heavy is the one who wear it if the heads hung/ then thas why/ hold my pen jus like a scepter from my pastlife/ 24 years young for em I’m past wise/ but if u catch me slippen on my learnin curve then CHASTISE/ ye im open to it/ theres times we all call on a homey for ‘a lil help’ like he overthrew it/ jus don’t overdo it/ in the end theres one shop steward, (you) since when you got stupid? Naaa you not stupid/ shawty let that body go/ ima put the boom in the shotty blow/ shroom in fronta Mario/ look around chief we 1 up/ extend a helpin hand and to my family wutup…// Now.. I aint no betta than the next man/ but could keep the best company n still aimin 2 be betta than the next man/ once I get this grind goin, the product uncut n mind blowin/ plus tha team sleep wit the eyes open/ naaaa we aint miss a thing/ nor make many promises except that before long ill make ya kiss tha ring/ they sayin sing SUp, let em know/ Im jus findn tha rite seeds to plant, got tha faith to help em grow/ … I smack sense in em, attack the first defense, venomous that’s the verses work when the thirst set in/ sick wit it, articulate, got biddy’s kitty wet, nails pretty lil makeup stickin for a diddy check/ Im hear ya opinion dun dunny but im really set/ only care for one direction n the city I rep/ put the weight on my shoulders hip hop/ we 1 up on a herb, look see us at tha tip top/ ill take ya verse and spit it one betta/ flow rigid, rhyme schemes is wicked like puns letterz/ ground breaker, hell raiser, the dark knights and sun settaz/ untouchables, HAHAAA chuckling at ya du-du-dumb vunnndettaz/ wylin wit tha mental patients riding like the dream team/ still adapt to every fuckin scene up on the green screen/ on point, bring it every time that it counts/ long lists, short tempers and retirement accounts/ 1 up…
Track Name: Skeeoo (feat. Tragedy Khadafi)
I got thoughts that make the pen explode… ready 2 le t em go/ this time round Im Hoppin on it wit a legend tho…either friend or foe, still check the method yo, still do a lil harlem shake up on the steppin stone/ wuts a clone to a trendsetta/ ever since I heard its dark n hell is hot ive had this mothafuckin vendetta/ used 2 ask supra how u livin? Eh aite, been betta/ now im doin good still searchin for that perfect weather/ all in all, You couldn’t bench press my weakest bars/ and if I know 1 thing: aint steppin in these sneakers god/ Stay round a few intelligent hoodlums, who can click POP or drop the weapons shoot the good 1/ born sinners lookin for an angel investor, give me that venture capital I aint ya typical rapper ill make it happen for ya/ we handle the sitch like Attica/ Hostages from Bering Sea 2 Africa.. BUCK BUCK get at me bruh…
Tell me how I couldnt stay hot when my pops is nice wit thermal physics/ in wit the ministry spit THa sermon viciously/ strait wacko/ rap game joe flacco/ act like the only cat in the league thas elite throwin tha lassoe/ but on the arm strength..STAND BACK YO, I throw here Siberian generals get hit wit the shrapnel/ Mean mugginz up in queenzbridge to bx, dungeon livin n dippin on the detecs, connects up in quebec/ catch a tiger by his toe on the redirect/ always chiggity check when they demandin the respect/ strait decade deep, veteran wit the penmanship, you late dave letterman/ ummmm… who I aint better then? went from pushin dimmy sacks to a bit more to Nuttin at all/ taught myself 2 find a hustle, crawl back when I fall short/ runnin like barry sanders thru all sport/ trust me now im seein a bit different on tha ballcourt ...Lounged up, smokin on good (skeeeeooooo).. wutup Im back in the hood (skeeeeooooo).. You out there grindin every day? Getting paid, up up n away? Me too…
Track Name: Slide
Cmon, this how I get yall 2 follow my lead/ dudes to burn it down wit me girls to swallow my seed/ cuz im giving you life fillin the hollow indeed/ godspeed/ we goin all fifteen like Apollo creed/ you kno the model and the motto, stay fluid in staccato, you aint putting in work, waitin to hit tha lotto/ caught up as a B extra lookin for hot rolez/ New York aint much more than prada and potholez/ but spark tha wick cuz shit can blow up in any instant/ til then grind wicked hard for tha meager existence/ anywho can buy for one, sell for two dollar/ cant decide to wear the white or the blue collar/ cuz hot damn look good in both, comfy too/ eitha way its stop chillen wit tha junky crew/ animals like us? Its monkey see monkey do, but that's tha pain of growin up, rite punky brew?/ tryna wear a suit for a few years, set up shop ina spot where every nites like new years/ and its midnite, pass the room key, bottle of liquor bliz a piffy call the missy and midwife/ there comes a time that man gutta live life, take it from tha horse mouth: tough standin up for something, sittin tight/ its written right and fits ya like a mitten ona frigid frostbitten night from Britain to Brighton to yallz kitchen like this... Slide left, left, slide back, slide right up on in that/
Slide on tha crown, SLIDE around tha herbs and clowns, before theres all types of verbs and nouns, so just/ Slide left, left, slide back, slide right up on in that/ Sliden home safe, get down, down, yo im jus tryna hear how u sound, sound/ This is like the dividends to my share holders/ love for my care takers/ tears for the spare shoulder/ made a couple dollars from music but im a hair older rather feed the masses so I throw it in my shared folder/ all corners of the universe the colony touches, touchdown our clan bringz the ruckus/ trust this, hope u studied the wayyys/ got yaself a little muddy, heres the money for soap, bring us back the changeeee/ open you up the doctor doesn't rap to please ya, for all I care pow pow onomatopoeia/ lil tuffy think he invincible with his townspeople/ but if you ballin I assure u that the V C U/ actin all boom shaka smart, (get me?) but here what gets you the respect is havin lots heart/ I suggest you stick to ur script and order a la carte/ stand tall and heal, deal, cuz things fall apart/
Track Name: Art of Rhyme (feat. Dean Swift)
They can teach ya how to dougie yo ima teach ya how to doug e fresh/ in back a high skool beatboxin for freestilly session/ shit was illy kid/ in murdapan wit stat n cg spittin written gems up in the Iliad/ i picked the ministry the ones who said it/ the metaphor over the simile/ architecture n the aesthetics/ them poem metrics/ and to those who spread the lectures, come into the accepted or prep for an unpleasant exit/ i write to set the bar high, puffn on buckacheen wen i come thru/ write to inspire me , yall can suck a whoooo/ but i know the ones that recognize/ feel them lines hit like a wreckin ball hear them virgins cryin/ ima rap conoisseur u gut nun on me/ the young Warren Buffett mixed wit the white Seannn PPP/ white n black swan simultaenous/ the bad up in ya radius but feels so good like ya uncle Nicky in the vein he hits/ I beat em to submission have em tappin out, yo errrybdy got tha god given gift errrrybdy rappin now/ what happened to the chosen few, the predators tha throng toucherz / supreme editors letters thats Carefully constructed/ More of a standout spitter I don't belong by ya / less of a rapper cat, more of a songwriter/ as things have it wit hip hop so stigmatic I'm a break the habit and bring it back back back...// To the art of rhyme… Where we spit bout the hardest of times/ our dopest nites and the words just fall in line/ meaning is visual every syllable nuttin wasted/ the ink that seep thru the pages, music for the ages…// The real gifted spitter in the world of scriptures/ everything i touch glitters, king midas to yall niggas/ alliances dont wither, the pressures the vice grippa/ lockin this shit down, ice cold, no mild winters/ now watch my mind splinter, breaking away/ these dudes respect me cause im real and what im able to say/ fucka, you not like us, perfected the art form/ smooth as a newborn, you flinch and get moved on/ straight up i pop shit toxic, off the top or subconscious/ you herbs dont want this, we some monsters/ swinging out like Spartacus, hip hop im the heart of this/ since i was spitting in the back of the bus like retarded kids/ and now im gettin larger bitch, thinken can you swallow this?/ Or am i gona clog up your whole entire esophagus/ Either im sick and insane, or insane crazy/ but this rap game need help, its screaming save me// With the art of rhyme… Where we spit bout the hardest of times/ our dopest nites and the words just fall in line/ meaning is visual every syllable nuttin wasted/ the ink that seep thru the pages, music for the ages…x2// Since I tacked tha beastie boy poster up/ I stood , studied, smartened, focused up/ burned a bliz, toast a cup/ wuz jus a pup wit this rap shit, unestablished when they had me on stage open for kwe, made it magic/ cuz I brought it to em raw, warmest regards, its SUP… influencin yall make tha dick hard/ shout my believers and fans thatsss wuts goodie/ back since day 1 in shelltoes and gap hoodie/ kept it real actually/ no crunk, was in punch drunk love wit notepad/ back when shwag wuz just sum bunk ass budz/ fuck the dilly now bout to cause a terror, beautifully vida guerra wit this treasure chest fulla rymez from the golden era/ leme at em first, how many times think I edit a verse youll catch the persona up at the dress rehearsal/ been stackin the rep since 04/ new face, naaa jus first class of this New school folklore…
Track Name: Represent (feat. Widget)
Supra Up in this dolo/ n yall kno my spit kill like kmodo/ dragonballz zippn rip holez thru ya polo/ yo its somn in hea, thas word to the ground/ cuz if u see me in street, be walkin round wit my head down/ They say its money power respect? I skipped the first 2, but caught up n now Im jus getting mine like the first dude/ Got some wild villenZ in my corner tho/ ball court kickin it sippin liquor still bumpin that war report/ what what !!/ ayo money light that blunt up/ subtractin our pasts cuz there's too much to sum up/ dyin to live, but livin to die, so kno wut, suck cock/ my man mex went out poppin corrupt cop/ could go on for days wit those so forths n whatnots/ but we still hit it straight, open end or gutshots/ fuck all the me talk cuz we walk together n put the effort in, They lookn at me, well I jus represent…Represent Represent/ For the devils heat and the heavensents/ quiet talks, heavy scents, private stocks, every cent/ overstandin what was underwent/ Ma’s dropped us on our headz we been ready since/ Represent Represent/ hands up if you rode low, got high/ balled out, got by/ slide, we off and on to the newer/ my young philosophers n entrepreneurs/ show ya pride baby… we Take a hit and get back up/ square up, you take a hit and go n get back up/ scared yup/ cuz we aint relly like tha feelin so don’t stay down/ say how we think smoke a bogez rep a playground/ personal wise, rather nomadic, kno static so move around no static/ see 2 much and yo its oh so traumatic/ thas I try n get along stay diplomatic/ keep tha circle Socratic/ lifes dichotomy: theory and practice, go getters and ass kissers/ lil norwiches and mastiffs/ pitchers and addicts/ bitches and bastards, pictures is captured of the thik sickness and rapture/ this for my laid back gat shooterz/ strait A math studentz who make playz act stupid/ ways of the master Buddhists/ true this, o and whea we from? Boston? Bingo, come kick it wit us kiddo get to know the lingo…
Track Name: Song About a Girl
Usually not the 1 to waste these words nd energy on these birds/ cuz in the end they just always fly away with ya nerve/ like u cant feel shit, shit, n this that n the third/ runnin circles wit ya vision blurred/ and as of late been makin a lil love jus not feelin any/ And it aint like it was plenty but you were so many in one/ Mickey’s Mallory n ready to run/ Want you to know that you got my heart heavy wit somn/ I remember when I first laid eyes, you were cussin out a cabbie like “How bout you fuckin learn how to drive!”/ I chuckled you asked me wut was amusin/ I asked ya out to lunch at beauty n essex, throw a lil booze in/ you were lookin lavish, real extravagant but that bein said, wut the fuk I know about fashion/ haa/ but na shorty was stunning/ im lookin at this booty ask her favorite movie she say good will huntin/ n its funny cuz Im wonderin how I pulled this all along/ you know us boston cats come on a lil strong/ but you gave it back n met me in the middle, pawn to pawn, it was on, chilled wit tha queen till dawn…// Yo I Think I felt this way once before/ you my shoulder to lean, always wit some support/ might even love you for it/ but mayb baby this jus isn’t a fling/ and how the hell we find out if we dont give it a wing/ and I aint needa live like a king, jus a good meal, a warm laugh n sum laundry, o n a lil of that otha thing/ You and me makes trouble look at the bind we in, n You a freak mamacita, yo tambien/ Lil crazy in the satchel plus mentally ill, I eat that box like a penalty kill/ yall kno, slow it down n jus drift, or hit it swift/ Would picture her name was krecji cuz she nifty wit the stick/, but you’re so much beyond that/ The one I could see myself wit…the one I can BE myself wit/ girl needed to let ya know, been dreamin bout you n me, letting go…// You see all of my imperfections, embrace em, bless em/ the new deal for my great depression/ don’t pressa problem, but address it and take it as lessons/ even your whispers leave impressions/ the spontaneous discretion always keep me guessin/ really like me for me tho its impressin/ shit, didn’t even know I spit until this studio session/ and yes, emotion is the investment/ but ima man of principle wit guaranteed interest for ya what were u expectin?/ I understand ya storybook, you understand my poetry/ and bring me down to earth while sparkin up the growth in me/ so come ebb and flow wit me, walk, run, or two step/ slide by my side singin duets/ cuz like this? With you here, help me make it through, and truth is when youre through no tellin wut we cud do next/ follow the sun and move west, spend a few checks, I feel those lips on my neck n reflect…Come here…//
Track Name: Networkin
So If it look like royalty n sound like royalty?/ shu kno , crooks in the castle bounded by loyalty/ I could go a lotta places, (yup) make a couple calls (where at)/ find a couple thangs (do it up)… break a couple wallz/ but professional conduct all timez/ ask if I rhyme wit smirk it get smacked wit punch line in none time/ gotta hand in all venturez tho monsieur we can mesh/ somn like hindu ganesh/ they kno I stay atop my math, chess/ lessons learned, turned for the best/ they chek how i used to dreama bein architect/ buildens wut im bout/ no fuckin doubt, got a knack for tellin less sharp cats, cut it out/ fuck is all tha fuss about?.../ you can feel my word in my handshake, the look in my eyez/ don’t mistake me for no funny man or no tuff guy/ trust jus put eyes on the back a my neck/ straight swivelin, back in effect… wutup lets Connect … Networkin/ that you can bet certain/ warm blooded , stay movin and preppin behind the set curtains/ whole squad be subject experts who all about uppin the net worth/ we jus…x2 They sayin yo go get em god, set it off/ man I always give em more than they money worth, all debts absolved/ place ya trust in the kiddo, bet it all, youll b betta off/ sonny fluidz fresh like the reservoir/ wordz that be up in ya face/ na baby’m sayin YOU tell me how ya taste/ haha, ride this bass, like puffy n mase did/ lay it like tha master mason/ came a long way from doin dirt in nasty basement/ 1 a kind, couldn’t make a replacement/ im goin hard as fuck cuz sick n tired a seein all this talent wasted/ representin/ if I said it then I thought it, if I thought about it then I meant it/ kiddo im in it… I get respect cross the whole spectrum for putting out crack shit/ grab my sack n keep it humble stay diplomatic/ we dap it up, monopolize, package up/ raise a glass, we can burn this blizz but kno that supra neva burn a bridge..
Track Name: Method to the Madness
Right hand raised god I solemnly swear/ to not jus hold the beat down, give a beat down while she there/ yea, don’t set a foot in my lair/ hear ya talk it up boss man, but why do we care?/ let the breath free, vibrate the diaphragm/ stand smack dab middle of the circles in ya venn diagram/ it’s a nice fit there amidst the tight knit, stomach growlin louda than the boys that Im wit/ (beat drop) GIt EM/ Jus Grab my dick and smile, you know the usual/ Ready when they need, Well spoken when I choose to/ tokin on the weed leaf, sippen on the goose goose/ rope it to the green tree, drop it cuz the noose loose/ Watch out belowwwww/ snatch tha pen nd ill leave em in cold blood fukin Truman capote/ ya know?/ raised how 2 think, not wut to think/ see this circus in town? I needa fukin drink/ jus so damn pitiful/ maybe cuz above all im an asshole, then a man of principle/ the angels sprinkle dust… the weak turn invincible/ but who the hell am I to call the heavens insensible/ so I jus let the pencil do wut the pencil do/ pull the sun and sleet to the earth, and push the tension through/ look out my third eye of the storm/ ships ahoy, waves rise and reform…wut tha dilly wit it Theres a method to the madness… A distinguished common sense, an inexplicable overconfidence/ hit the ground runnin and been off it since/ dono whea im goin, always in grand fashion/ I kno u see me hater, jump on tha bandwagon/ tapped manner, play the magic card/ pull a fukin ace out my throat all tattered and tarred/ decisive in all matters, regards/ placed where your storyline’s told based on if u scattered or sparred/ walk the nice beat rhythm, harmonic cross the chaotic/ wrote a book a sonnets before hooked on a phonic/ who else rap it like tha ivy league graduate who smack a bitch skeet up on her jacket and get back to biz/ activist when I put the cape on and step in the phone booth/ tryna show you right from wrong, though that’s its own truth/ roamin in the wilderness, hungry, lone wolf/ fee fi fo fum/ smell the blood of the strong overpowered by the stench of the skum/ stand tall for your mistakes, the sentence has come/ orda in the court, order in the court/ pick ya poison mix it wit the cognac n pour em a quart/ Drink/ No halflife, most of em decay in a blink/ but you view it in slow motion when you stay on tha brink/ read the writin on the wall, thinkin supra wut ya notions like/ jus a scientist who stay in the lab til the potionz rite… Theres a method to the madness…
Track Name: Buddha
Ima tell you boutta man who is wiser than I, wiser than you, the trial n tribulation he went through/ the incompleteness, the hurtin and starvin/ conceived from a dream she gave birth in the garden/ He who achieves his aim/ is what he was named/Claimed as one of greatness when the oraclez came/At a snap three palaces built/A thousand maids that served him witout malice or guilt/Popz gave him anything he eva needed or wanted, he asked to feed on the lochness theyd go out and hunt it/but at 29 amidst the fine wine, dope women and jesters/longed to be off that, gone and sequestered/Left the kingdom gates met a man and was told/Prince you haven’t seen shit, and all men grow old/So he went a lil further, seen the lonely and misfits, the suffering, the deadly, and all of the sickness/And it made his heart hurt, empathetic decided to dedicate his life to asceticism/so he mounts his white horse and rides off, hooves muffled by the sound of the godz… This the tale of a man who is wiser than I, wiser than you, the trial n tribulation he went through/ This the tale of a man wit the sight and the scent/ Peace, happiness, enlightenment (x3) Ima tell u boutta man walked his own beat over the drum/ Lived life by this: I shall overcome/ stripped bare, begged in the streets/ wouldnt eat, beat himself weak, bruises were black, cuts were deep/ but still he wasn’t complete, meaning in every step/ lookin for the teacher, the student wasn’t ready yet/ so wit a world of things to think and little to say/progressed, left and got right wit the middle way/ you know how that go, everything in moderation/ lil milk and rice pudding, whole lotta concentration/ bodhi tree leaf as his roof/ says i aint movin til I know what the truth is/ 49 days of meditation (breath)/ of the dark and light, the serenity of breath and the sensation/ and in the depths of it, when the dark lord appeared/ creator of all ya fears and thirsty for all ya tears/ sent some demons and his two daughters/ lust and aversion/ Buddha turned tha flaming arrows to flowers on em/ swift wit the mental fitness/ index finger to the dirt made tha ground shutta, earth as his witness (echo)… This the tale of a man who is wiser than I, wiser than you, the trial n tribulation he went through/ This the tale of a man wit the sight and the scent/ Peace, happiness, enlightenment (x3)/ Ima tell u boutta God who was youthless, ageless/ mind that could rot away faces/ no attrition, attraction, attachment, contrition/ no judgin it there, just all recognition/ he awakened from the end of the world/ harsh landin, returned to where they said he’d abandoned/ hes like, why teach em when they wont undastand it/ until, Brahmin convinced em, like some will/ couple would come to question his quest see/ but he was Disciplined, wisdom was hefty/ replied Im (emphasized) the 1 dressed wit these stripes on my left vest breast/ and yo I can tell you wut I know but address me correctly/ I will take your lost and turn em found/ my words will turn your warriors to followers/ follow us/ this path tho, is deep, dark, hard to grasp/ these four truths is simple, always practice thats the hardest task/ five disciples in the circle/ extended in all lifes dimensions, dementias, pretentions, pretenders, offensive, defenders, ascension, descenders, the message and they senders, Ima live on…
Track Name: 7th Inning Stretch
Ima start it wit a clean sLate/ tabula rasa/ kick back, breathe it in, blow it up like rasta/ (breathe in) free ya mind let it visit whea u neva been/ take a sec forget about who you worse or better than/ ch ch check it out/ we half way thru the seventh babe, stretch it out/ Recollect, I kno you hear em callin let em shout/ na we aint listenin stay Movin slick thru tha jungle like the grey gibbon/ natural born leader, amongst a buncha natural born killerz that wont heed em, fuck it I don’t need em/ they inviten me for tea n crumpets but i follow shit but my own path my man, got my own compass/ so we can share a couple blunt rips and huntin trips/ talk about fuckin bitches getting rich pumpin zips/ s’all in good fun n shit/ add some guns n clips and now the tip of the iceberg turn up into sunken ships/ watch ya step mofucka… we all said watch ya step mofucka that’s wut u get mofucka/ somn blindsided em, mangled/ I find the most acute minds view the world at the most obtuse angles/ and rite about now we sittin at birds eye/ society flyn high bloodshot in my third eye/ turn the heat stir-fry put the beat on repeat/ the rest I jus watch the pen skeet skeet// Supra make it sleet wit the pen n bring the sun back (scratches) x4// Art of war study the plaques and statues, cats who broke 1s to 2s n brought the money back/ downpourz torrential sent you back up to the warnin track fence stop staren at the sunny tell sonny that/ cuz we widespread, all kinds a hustles, and rush through the scene wit brawn brains n muscles/ trust the duty, response, n ability to take on responsibility, thangs that we must do/ need the dough to make the upper crust its fucked but fuck it, two tears ina bucket go and make a buck or two/ stay as the cynical sarcastic, eyes rolled back like cliff huxtable/ couple bird feathers get plucked and ruffled do it make you uncomfortable?/ naaa, ayo pooh bear, come here boo, think im in love witchu/ supra sweetalk fuk u think/ walk up 2 the dopest biddy, the fuck u drink/ gin n tonic werrd me too, s s so go on and get yaself one honey and me two…heh (have a girl in the booth - smack!), but the smack didn’t hurt tho/ ask him if it relly cover the pain, (heh) the smack didn’t work bro/ stare fear in the face, scary sight, in light, wish on a bright one and write the social commentary/ got my own steelo, wit un stylo, ahhh true, ouais, merci beaucoup/
Track Name: Inspire a Nation
Remain stoic, amongst the flame throwen/ deranged poet that spit steady when the pain spoken/ tryna reach you, through the pane broken/ I spill this blood cuz I need to, theaz tha dangg token/ listen tho, focus, hear the neurosis? Ye but keep ridin jus cards in the spokes/ face tha crowd find embrace in tha jokes/ yo you can crack tha shell but never get a taste of tha yoke/ guess I'm jus that kind of a bloke/ or mayb cuz I'm jus around that kind of a folk/ or cuz mayb that I think the only way to get through/ is to clench my teeth and convince me is betta than you/ so/ ima stand up on ya sword like pai mei/ and have the answer when they comin askin my way/ they wana see me bring a booster to sit/ I kno u came to snuff tha rooster n shit/ but we aint gonna die....// beef negimaki cook on the grill, catch tha scent yo/ dudes stick to they side like tha rice in ur bento/ hell or high water you repent, lament, pay the rent and any damage done is comin back tenfold/ dont matta what u meant tho, how its perceived, so jus think bout wut ur sayin ‘fore them words leave/ we talk shit, hawk spit, hop on stage and rock framez till ya eyes poppin out the sockets/ dont think im the man, jus walk around like it/ dont think im that nice jus talk, sound like it/ if u jus know me from rap homey you dont know me/ smith and supras the tat in holy matrimony/ musics jus wut feelings sound like rite joe/ close ya eyes and think about it he rite tho/ and its all for the colony dun, and for my followers who call me the one/ im a move it through..// Climbed this mountain…who u lookin down on!!..tha 5’ 7 and three quarta/ street reporter/ try not to preach but guess its in tha speech sorta/ creepin towards ya, forwards wit tha deep aura, thoughts that u kno tha kid gutta mental disorda/ don’t approach me bitch stay rite thurr, no friends jus associates say rite ter?/ proceed cautious, stay wary/ cuz nowadays even altar boys draggin tha streets up in tha sanctuary/ peep the ash in the sun glitters golden brown/ its fucked but somehow feel that ill be smiling while its fallin down/ the bridgez of london, parises and florences/ ill kill ya whole crusade, my condolences/ get behind us, shoulda woulda couda but instead its safe travels, kiss the mezuzah/ and its all for the colony son, an for followers who call me one….
Track Name: Misery Loves Company (feat. Matt Ganem the Poet)
So I been tiptoin/ round these whirlpools n landslides, n avalanches, some savages tryna throw me in/ And i aint gonna put the mad face on/ so ill take it at face value then pass this letta along/ fore we proceed, first off i aint judgin na/ but my feet planted by this mic i aint budgin/ ya mean/ this how I talk 2 the inner self and motivate, coincidentally felt/ my poetry aint jus somn to shelf/ im wit my brethrens in the trenches, copin, look all copacetic but underneath wouldn’t mind inviten the paramedics/ in my city dudes walk awkward nd ill/ ready turn ya barbecue sour throw a slug in ya grille/ wut tha dilly where the hope went huhh/ come back round the way my friends like 'smitty which way the dope went bruhh?'/ but you aint from my villy u aint really know/ hits off the wall, but was more than one green monster in my city tho/ had families unkept, susceptible/ content bein discontent, acceptin the unacceptable/ well check it I say we self reflect for a few… climb this mountain together, enjoy the view, its sad but true…// Misery Loves Company… Misery loves Company...// Get off me/ I can feel em pullin me down/ invisible arms, they gettn at me the through the sewer smoke n car alarms/ everybdy singin songs voices all reminiscent, shake they head at all the dumb shit that they wish they didnt/ its in the air brotha, maybe its the northeast/ may be absorbin the right doctrine from a poor priest/ mostly just a matter of knowen/ how ppl gna judge you FIRST by whea u from and NEVA by where you’re really goin/ I aint close to perfect, workin overtime just not to drown, smittz quit drinkin, quit fuckin around/ cuz if it doesnt have ya stuck in the ground (low voice, floatin atop the flood)/ it'll have ya clippen ur own wings yo, THEN I'm stuck on the ground/ to me the fact that its identical is petrifying, stand up 2 my ego and nine outta ten, get sent home cryin/ that’s, why, this pen go flyin/ cant a kid jus make his dreams come true?/ Reaching your fate is up to God.. But reaching your goals is up to you…
Track Name: Full Script Outro
Ima nobody, call me nobody, I gut no squad no clik nobody/ so I spit a written for the stricken smitten and bitten from Brighton to Britain, nice in tha kitchen/ Had the burbs smoking sticky singen my hooks, readin my books, had the OGs rockin in Brooklyn/ dudes who like ta, spite ya, twist a lil spliff up, sip a lil liquor, mayb do a stick up/ jonezin/ wutup my dudes in Billerica/ my dudes who chose health over sicker/ my dudes who workin 12 to 12, keep it twelve on the richter/ or in the cellar wit tha mixture/ and don’t say nuthin just hit ya/ for my ninjaz and my samurai, I, schooled by the godai/ powers that be/ Formin a team up/ just like sup on a trak/ wen cats at my back aint no normal demeanor/…… call ya bluff, yous a flat out liar/ do tha math, our numbaz aint in the stats, outliers/ proper ambitious/ thatll have me up in the corner office or swimming wit tha damn fishes/ so I hit tha ground runnin, don’t stop or look back/ move tha queen up, move tha rook back/ do it for my ma, for the angels that’s fallen, if im tryna double up then I gutta push it all in/… kik a lil knowledge cuz thas all I can do/ sitten unda tha wallowin willow monitorin you/ this whole music shyt gut me askew/ swing tha bat and make tha contact but jus not following thru/ count 3 n 2/ eitha goin out swingin, or goin yard wit/ shit goin hard wit it/ so whea my zeros and my dime piece/ cuz if I walk into tha jungle then im lookin for tha prime meat/ one shot like tha deer hunter/ if ima pull it then its knowin I aint bring anotha bullet/ goin bullshit in hea, hit me wit tha full script… Hit em wit tha full script !!