the game’s deep peep the rules you wanna be sheep throw em to the wolves it’s about time somebody tamed this track with a rhyme i pied pipe producers wardrobe provided by the boosters cut the strings like damn Gepetto from a land called ghetto like the sun don’t shine on the side of town south of the poverty line the same they might still be in the game if they had just a little bit of aim spit a riddle and riddle the middle of your mental frame black eye shattering the window pane got a look into the soul like what you really know about it take this truth if they can’t do it then they doubt it don’t get more right the louder that you shout it cross the lines and reroute the output now look how they gonna call it a movement if you still standing still goin in for the kill the coup de etat in a coupe de ville let’s build

functional destruction derby worthy adversary serving swerving through the curve tipsy turning topsy turvy luring murky water misfits to the bottom for a visit cause to think your caped crusades are saving gotham’s just pretentious third world vertebrate sundial superlative emergence of the purpose through the surface of the worthlessness until they understand the urgence with which i work this shift they ain’t got a bridge to build salute to the shine lusters turned side busters still in love with the cluster fuck that have to try to keep it real i’m already me like it’s all i’ve ever wanted to be they cage themselves to sing how they long to be free and this bit conscious shit gets dissed cause it’s dishonest taint the plot to paint the pretty picture that it’s not caught in a mexican standoff like yo atlas the pens only mightier than the sword til they cut your hands off What you wanna do? You playin? Then make a move. it’s so simple but we make the fakest faces for the camera like the muthafuckin lens is gonna save us told em before face the bass and stay gracious keep the towel i’ll never throw it and if it’s foul it’s gon’ be flagrant wake up soldier you fightin to be a placeholder livin in a blizzard how much colder can it get this isn’t that shit this isn’t imagery drunk alone writing friday night this is really me i ain’t got fans i got friends whether we’ve ever met of you never see me again you know me now mr just did it no one taught me how innovate to watch these lames try and jock the style i been in it long enough to know a gimmick when i see it on that underground slang i don’t talk it i be it to the roots on the streets or in the booth you know who to come to for the truth your move (Chorus)

came proper not a name dropper i am not my record sales check the resume carried enough weight he could tip the scales stalemate braille fate feel it breaking through your fail safe change is coming just at a snail’s pace still bustin and still banging percussion clutch a mic like i never ran from nothin in my life love it leave it or just be too blind to see that the truth is if i want it i really probably don’t need it use to feel like i was wise beyond my years then i realized i just had some stupid peers word to the fear that keeps a big fish in a small pond he couldn’t swim upstream he never got that strong ain’t no shuck and jive in the struggle and strivin shinin not just survivin til i’m dead i’ll be live I seen a lot of em come in and front and i never been one of em dumbin it down to numb surroundings when the profound got too cumbersome I get down eye level with the snakes and as high as you can without wings pardon me i believe you got a piece of my steez caught in your teeth cheese youre working it it’s the cure that’s hurtin em not the disease flirtin with death one thing certain im getting it one verse and the vision shifts rip that sit back and watch the division split call it bricker brack pitter patter pocket pick battles we all white at the bone and black at the shadow so who wanna race lace this on a case by case basis cause i love cats enough to say i hate it to they faces place my faith and my bets at the same table nexus connected fatal as soon as they say go fuego is fuego miss me with the way they play roles creatin for them pesos is makin it cause they say so the whole concept was progress pop best to leave your flawless goddess looking a hot mess not so complex but not as easy as we make it look you either shake or get shook take or get took (Chorus)

white collar blue collar this one’s for you holler back when these profits ask where the dollars at we tell em move side to side ladida with that irey vibe from the chi to the 415 cause live is live love is love and heat is heat visa vi what i see on the street and how it feed a beat i be that soul rebel with cold levels of flow my state of grace far from amazin just so you know if i don’t know your middle name then it’s really not deep if you ain’t swinging when you see me then it’s really not beef they hit me like what’s up def cold crushin the maiden voyage of this dubstep and wonderin what’s next leave cats buggin tuggin the subtext like if everybody’s really making it rain then why ain’t this place flood yet vet in the clutch tippin a cup and givin a fuck for all my people that just wanna get down until they gotta get up I hate my nine to five but I love my people for the way they get live everybody that came out to the show when you know damn well you have to work in the morning either a pea on a plate or a fly in the soup you’re the first out the gate or get trampled by the group of who’s who when life’s just a roof and a mattress the only thing certain is your death and the taxes relax kid, cause if you add what they subtracted wall Street said it was sufficient for the back rent the last cent spent on your gas and the twist is the warmth was supplied but they charged for the matches man, their aint no such thing as free speech when the Feds put the cap on the sea cause the spigot leaked thieves and no named slaves with no chains enraged theirs no chang more work and no raise Its strange how the bailout still wasn’t enough and in this broke ass economy I still sell drugs Fuck the Man cause he’s nothing but a thief and a thug Now repeat after me and turn it up till it bumps. (Chorus) I love my five to nine because there’s something feed the ego when the spotlight shine but they don’t see half of the work that goes in when you polishin the coal no they just see you holdin a gem so what are you a firefighter grant writer bus driver the man who takes the coats the janitor the ceo no i’m a human being with revolutionary dreams that doubles as a love machine everybody has that secretary with ass that they fantasize about to make a workday pass and everybody want an escape I bet even if you love your job you got a boss that you hate that love of currency will take you to slavery say i make my money my money don’t make me that’s why the motto at the end of the day be i make my money my money don’t make me (Chorus)

today i woke up with a stranger in my head the devil on each shoulder an angel in my bed and a god complex the flesh is weak let the soul manifest i used to write with more meaning before i learned to write my sixteens you earn the most we care the least peace belly of the beast pounding pavement like fallen angels too busy bleeding through the pen we just step over the bodies those that don’t have inner peace have inner war but it kills the time been burning bridges since i realized my heroes were bullshit whether it’s trash to treasure or treasure to trash one man’s babylon is another man’s nirvana electricity God dreams and karma like its light heat and gravity that come from the same sun i made it a point not to have one to get to i’ll jump when i want and not through that hoop (Chorus) she hurts like a could’ve been never was does sometimes when you hear the wrong song with the right buzz like the feeling in your eyes when the light floods and the first thing you wanna do is close it tight shut baby don’t though this isn’t bright this is normal you just been in the dark lovely shade of combustible blew the spot with a spark she starts fires stick around for the finale hopscotchin’ through the back alleys tally up the score went to sleep on the bed so how we end up on the floor she was love she was sex i was a name on her checklist discussin life and deathwishes over breakfast (Chorus) this isn’t a love song in fact it’s hardly a song at all this is just me reading the writing on the wall call it sinner or saint based in how they face that temptation we care that they think we don’t care what they think so where’s the worth don’t disturb the surface of our picture perfect little petry dish with this we need to be free shit something along the lines of if you have to explain a joke it’s not funny you wanna get rid of somebody lend em money you wanna earn a mans respect then beat him half to death until there’s almost nothing left then give him back his breath you want everyone to give you their attention stop talking about yourself for a minute (Chorus)

mechanical instrumentals two robots in a drop top rental fuck a benz i’d be happy in a pinto as long as it rolls and there’s smoke coming out the windows the whole steez was ho please the only question you should be askin is on your back or your knees there’s a few that believed and even more that doubted i know i’m doper than you i don’t have to brag about it see the irony that’s on purpose for the surface dwellers ain’t nothing but some story tellers i mean really fellas just stop hatin on my shit and come tell me that youre jealous promoters club owners hella overzealous like we sell the drinks the drinks don’t sell us if you caught in the shadow then it’s not incidental organic ass in the land of mechanical instrumentals Mechanical instrumentals 2 robots in a drop top rental on tilt leanin out the window singin i love my mechanical instrumentals I bet your flow don’t sound like mine I bet your dj’s bass don’t pound like Rise and shine we got a lot listen fuck the props i’m coolin even if everybody hates me in the spot politicin with scholars let the dollars come keep it true making moves like i’m on the run it goes dum diddy dumb and dumber I know what you did last summer some bullshit that did some numbers so what it ain’t hard to be a slut everybody needs someone to use to get a nut fuck that ain’t the type to bust back we like to shoot first ask questions last we like ante up fucks mashin out with the posse you could take my liver but you’ll never take my Rossi west coast fame goin intercontinental i’ll see you overseas with these mechanical instrumentals (chorus) my brain seeks to unleash psychological disease on your city tilll your fucking streets start to weeze i have no steeze just a desire to murder promoters and owners and agents and lawyers eat a million mc's its evil inside my intel ignite the fire of the lion of zion, it’s jah by my side i’m calling him me we runnin and free best to collar your collaboration or we fucking crushing your street with the weight of the judgement people panicked and runnin rabble rousers stopping by just to say that the love it it’s the gift that keeps on giving fury is a higher emotion emersed in emultion the aristocrats aint got the power to poison the potion we living off motion and bass, more addictive than freebase you best be afraid of whats behind these shades cuz Rise and Anti been lyin awake for days and days and days

you can’t soundproof your clown suit you can’t drown it out cause the circus surrounds you entering center ring shimmering head to toe she loves to drink for free and she loves the smell of blow she only wanna ride if you playin at the show and she ain’t got the time if you ain’t got the dough now that’s a tight rope and she walk it like she mean it got her heart on her sleeve and true religion in her jeans like its all tight with that little black dress game she complains that vera wang’s passe and has to change she spent every cent on fashion that she had to be the baddest bitch dancing girl get back at your dad see it don’t matter how much mac she puts on it doesn’t hide the tears she cries when everybody’s gone mama walked a tightrope cause daddy was a clown she don’t know nothin else so what’s a girl to do now she walks a tight rope and she wears the right clothes she’s beautiful tits ass and a big red nose (chorus) he’s known downtown this careful clown doormen part the velvet rope as the gladiator march plays from inside the clown car rollin on 20s in 64s coupes and four doors filled up with more whores all bought with dirty dope he walks a tight rope he wears the right clothes he does the right blow he fucks the right hoes he’s a trainwreck in a clownsuit, he thinks he is beautiful brawn balls and a big red nose. he thinks big thoughts and polyamorous dreams his religion is in his jeans that cross on his chest don’t mean a thing he wears it just to bling blinding his prey with a pinky ring them rainmakers know he’s the cat that can make it snow now he got the cut for them guts never thinking of the damage done when he ruts her then dumps her another night another challenge another rope another rope another night aother challenge g get the rope ae circus is in town, ha the circus is in town all you bozos and classless hos out for cash and clothes might got game but you got no soul.

inhale the stale aroma hotel catacomb home sweet home away from home in my padded cell swell day to be itchin for a new drug when something’s out to kill you just you don’t have a clue what got suited trooped up at the rendezvous cut raindanced with these robots just to watch they moves rust bust it sunday mornin easy as shoplifting at flea markets concrete submarines goin deep talk about hard ships. I can’t be held accountable i never received shit but transmissions beyond your comprehension so why mention it keep your dissention kick stick and move like i still got shit to prove to you and mr. magoo about this music that you’re listenin to please that’s quite enough from the peanut gallery still live like a king on a jester’s salary fuck you and your plagiarized normality very loudly you mealy mouthed mossback mortals get your monophonic monologues tapped out like morse code they slow it down to speed it up they know the who don’t need the what you catch the best diseases in the lap of luxury they slow it down to speed it up they know the who don’t need the what all we know’s a buck a beat and all they know’s the beats are buck wild style so they couldn’t see me kept it hard to read as CTV graffiti cause the grammar’s hella greasy and the beat is hella sleazy and she’s teasin but i never been pleased with nothin easy ex-squeeze me cheese dick looks like the motions makin him sea sick yo homie you’re slippin your board needs regripped peep it’s no secret that people love that weak shit so the wolves dress like sheep to disguise where the strength is they slow it down to speed it up movin in place to keep it stuck capitalize on the crux rows of ducks lined flush what you’ll get your mind touched don’t hide don’t try to define just line up (Chorus)

Big Boy you wanna do big boy dirt wear your big boy shoes get your game tight before they bust you loose who’s who... better learn it concernin the streets cause out here they feed on the weak the game’s deep we keep it moving you know kingdom outta ruins damned if i ever let em tell me when to go pursuin it all by any means watch me give em a taste and make em fiends dream big but them dreams ain’t shit if you can’t drop this so they just can’t diss can’t innovate until you get your mission straight say it to they face or end up on a dinner plate demonstrated mindstate elevated heaven through hell how we made it now they play it and your dj couldn’t cross me even when i’m faded you still tryin to make a yacht out a slave ship meant what i meant dont care how you take it bent as i get i don’t fake shit again i don’t talk it i be it i just call it how i see it (chorus) your livin in a big boy crib got big boy rims on a big boy whip thinkin big boy shit he told yall the game is deep that’s why me and DefEye came to slay the sheep my lines bring pain to beats so Eyes can open wide man its play for keeps in time outshine til you’re way too weak sometimes the crooked signs not plainly seen come on step up grab the mic or to the technic 12’s its whatever you like your freestyle is funny and your timing terrible your scratches are sorry but the beat made it bearable my team made kings through our parables leaned from nth beams between when and where we go teamed with Rise in disguise Its Eyes direct and live through your stereo (chorus) now i don’t know about you but i know about me and mine i know that pressure turn coal to a diamond i know as long as it’s out there to get i’m gon’ grind one hundred and ten the whole nine shine recognize shine lames don’t til you make em go blind right in the eyes with that always been more than rap quarterbackin while they distort facts and any way you wanna pad the stats that against this is a piss poor match check my new rogue status made this song just to make em mad at us the nexus is batty california chicago to cincinnati ease back daddy you wouldn’t want it tell the truth i never been so honest (chorus)

been grinding hard like teeth priming star striped beats rhymin bars quite unique so my par is like 3 so far pissin you off like Bill Mahers speech cuz most of these stars is weak claim real large feats its time to move forward, align and motivate just a sign of the rhymes as my lines go to tape my mind stays blind the spine holds the weight inclined to know the fate combined and throw the bait and try to work the angles over banner star spangled in line to supersize but my eyes got tangled in webs Its said that the sky’s my turntable instead i practice with a pad and a pen cuz steps lead to movement, movement leads to change estranged from improvement provin it’s a game your losin never in tune with the arranged an amusing endeavor choosing severed veins you better move on, steady standin my ground, you better move on move on move on movin, well I aint movin, steady standin my ground, you better move on and so i'm movin, well i aint movin, i'm trying to move on i’m servin em up like cheap whiskey in a dive bar watch the sky fall were dreams grow wings and fly away or simply wither and die from the poisoning this aint no hustler’s dream aint no chrys poppin an if you bring your wrist watch in you leavin a little lighter in the loafers no prayin to jehova i come from the land of alchohalics and late rent checks man gutter politics we shave the truth to fit your preconceived notion we serve it up like potion at seven nine and ten so of a man that never spared the rod professed his faith in god and lost his fucking mind he doomed his only son to a life of rhyme so i turn up the vibe a grown man now standing there with my shoulder’s squared, barely feeding my clan feeling desperation stand (chorus) i'm workin hustlin work when its bubblin it’s a purse in the consumption mother earths herbal assumptions i'm searchin for somethin perks in the percussion in words for what its worth insighting birth on earth for nothing my bourbon Production a curse and seduction a formal hearse planned function with come to terms ham luncheon why serve em? Its custom dispursed into dust in the first introduction when my nerves purge gumption im earnin my bucks in vergin on construction deterring all obstruction from enduring small munchkins lie wording ya busted perturbing halls erupted disturbing all that’s subject to the art with artists love met try turning your musket towards the orange sunset for awards that’s whore unless the stores can endure gunless Eyes burnin what he touches reverbin the line on crutches determined to rhyme and cut this like Bird at the line in clutches (Chorus) diodic episodic rough ride stepping for a new dawn how run to do or die bottom rung be holdin on workin aint surviving, its just dying slow swim against the current but we caught up in the undertow drowning in compounded interest bills aint never paid barely alive yet still I step to this rhythm that never quits heated I cant forget that i feedin focal family flying out the fucking south side we be complete neo tribalist city junglist understand on the down beat of this concrete wilderness naturally dangerous openly heartless center city soulless break beat sustain us with nothing to lose motivated troop moves - man we feelin the sound come and check the bruise