Don’t get it twisted

I'm ready to miss it

The practicality in this mold

The heaviness of this gold

Id give all this shit up

For one good nights rest

in the morning at odds,

then in the evening…

forget shallow time to

dive into the deep end

deal reality its finality

when I finally reach the end

the boat hit a wall like Truman

you need a fresh coat of paint

on them cumulus’s ominous,

masked like DOOM disappear into the abyss

debonair for the devil in a new dress

studied minutiae down to the nucleus,

and I stay true to this

oh yeah the best I can

everyday menace to the man

got me stealin bread, Jean Val

all my life dodging a cell

not a snitch or rat so its

been workin out well

thought this was my year

maybe the next one though

wantin to spend dinero like deniro

but my pocket got a hole

and I don’t know how to sew

what's the price of a soul

and I really cant say

what I wanna express

its weighing on this

heart in my chest

so its best to compress

say it all in jest

so you think im not a threat

hanging with death

hes a new best friend

showin me the other side

it aint lookin that bad

im singing these songs

in the key of regret

gangly sayin you riding with me?

I said “aight bet”

All this pressure to just endure

Like a cancer without a cure

Waiting to die

All my life I've been

Lookin to the other side

Staggering footprints

On aggravated pavements

Eight ball side pocket

No more mountains

Just valleys

No more highs

Just lows.

No more mountains

Just valleys

No more highs

Just lows.

MENACE

Polynesian,

that’s so acid

Dick is flaccid,

want a bandage

Feel outlandish

Act outrageous

Wanna live lavish

Asking in favors

Then they all vanish

Guns are heavy

I need a Doberman

Arms in knots

I’m wearing chainmail

Devil with a message

I cannot relate

I’m that foreign aid

basement show tonight

shifty dudes and fist fights

we hardcore bred

aint new to this shit

T cop slow, hoodie for the blend

Duckin 5-0, never make amends

shitty day? nah just shitty you

bootlicker, sympathizer

cant wait to, see you expire

old ideas and thoughts 

flushed down the drain to rot 

all's I'm saying 

minds betrayin

hate yourself 

before you be 

hatin me

better look back at that

family tree 

you didn't fall far 

you didn't go far either 

right on par

black clouds 

no silver lines 

to many fines 

for me to be fine

jealous cowards

we rise above 

get fucked up 

write my name down in the mud 

on the hunt 

like Elmer Fudd

turning wine into blood 

eat the skin, like you're taught

don't think twice, you better not 

the sheep have flocked

the wolves teeth sharp

hungry and fast...



teacher teaching class

never running out of words

to describe this trash 

of a planet I was left 

the sky is washed out 

the grass is all brown 

so what do I do now?

A.D.

OUT OF BODY

GIGANTIC

Worthless beats, worthless streets

Life got me spinnin like kid Capri

All these fights, sleepless nights

With all certainty this shit takin from me

Spoiled minds, warning signs

Thank everyone who destroyed me into the person I am

Oh and Monster I am, fuckin up your plan

The lights are off and I can't find the switch

Underpaid, overstayed

 life of Lining the pockets of the rich

See that hand, bite it off

They don't care about him you or anybody

Pour the gas, light the match

Take back the pen and write the story's end

Can't go back, we attack

Every person who falls is a martyr

Radical, radical

This is what its come to...

RADICAL

God at the gates a hell, 

don't take direction well

world going to hell but no one can tell, shit

yeah they just don't wan to acknowledge it

how mothafuckin broken

this dirty ass system is

so we sit back with a bag 

of garlic butter prerolls

disappear into the smoke, 

turn our lungs into coal

don't look up, asteroid of life on your head

judges be activists, presidents want street cred...



tried and true till my face turn blue, still breathin

got enough ammo to declare it facist season

but its not all political, shits bad all over

work all week, taxes, I bring home a fucking quarter

they hoardin, plottin, while we drowning, rottin

I just wanna be fuckin on top of some egyptian cotten

and if a bomb drops on me at least i got it in

martyr for the pussy im that obg(yn)

GARLIC BUTTER

Back at this shit again

New low

New hole

Went and dug that shit myself

The bottom not unusual

Well, at least it ain’t a fall from grace right

They told me wait, we all make mistakes right?

Nah fuck that I done took this class too many times

Shoulda learned my lesson I done went and wrote too many rhymes

About the same shit

All that meaning played out

It ain’t writers block

The writing’s stopped cause I got

Nothin new to say now

All I do is lay down

Smoke weed

Fade out

Might just start to drink now..

Fuck it do it all call me Yes Man

Any plan the best plan

No guidance short sighted

Do it just cuz I can

Throw it all away

And yell like, where the fuck it all went?

You would think after my daughter

I would know what purpose meant

People round me spent

Ain't no more sense to go around

Think I might be on my own

Now it’s on me to hold it down

It’s on me to craft the sound

Up to me to snatch some crowns

ROCK BOTTOM

Keep a veil just to hide all this scarred skin

 twisted mind, but the rhymes stay sharpened

Drop heat, make the whip shake like bass hits

They need it like a hole in their brain or a facelift

His scent foul, his badge read, "Oh damn"

Banned from the bars, can’t step in the program

Keep a heater where the stash lay

And keep a loose-lipped chick who’s quick to split the last pay

Eyes bloodshot, maybe homie took the strong dose

Quit feeding kids all that neon-colored corn toast

The worn ghost floats through the war zone

Even through the drought, we was out here with the Mourne throne.



Ain't about the charts or which crew finna fall apart 

Cynical menace, the pen get to wreckin’

No matter if it's beast, green leaf, or synthetic

It's poetic how the words get kinetic

And make the whole crowd move like a damn epidemic

For a check, he might front for a soft drink

Tell ‘em, "Nah, flip your own bricks if you boss king"

We hollow meals, she poppin’ pills

He stackin’ loot off counterfeit bills

And squeal for a cheap thrill, if y’all real

Feel the chill, that's how the underground kill



Yo, to all rappers pipe down with the nonsense

You ain't spittin' truth, just loud with the content

Damn, is they rappers or actors?

Claiming they got stacks but be living on back-up

They laggin’, while I’m stacking

Let alone the pre-sales tracking off the package

This one go out to my folks duckin’ jail calls

Dippin’ through the city, middle finger to the law

Spark the leaf ‘til it burn like a comet

Then they wonder where I been, like it’s lost in the logic

Lab work, movin’ like a monk in a ritual

Sippin’ too much, but the rhymes still biblical

Then they ask, why they ask why my pen game sinister?

Could be the hoodie low or the way that I finish ya

Yes, you, who clueless on the blueprint

Now watch how the movement move with the new script

VEIL_VICE

Don't come to me lookin for any sympathy 

I'm a negative creep who was raised by the street

trench warfare, no I don't fight fair 

listening to close I'm cutting off your fuckin ear 

I grew up on saltines and water 

you grew up on prime cuts and Prada

now the scum of the earth is comin for your lunch

comin to get your girls panties all up in a bunch 

I bed wedded she wet bedded when I get it 

thighs sweatin for a real man to hit it 

lonely women around here get their due 

she fuckin w me she aint fuckin w you 



tried to be nice, tried to be the chill guy 

now I set that guy on fire and I'm watchin em fuckin fry 

devil inside forever outta line, living breathing fucking homicide

yall never been in a breadline and it really shows 

few times I tried to see the other side, call that cuttin it close 

ma cut my skin up for speakin call that cuttin loose

liquid soap down the hatch just for tellin the truth



its alright man, everything will be alright man, 

positive vibes while walking this tightrope man 

makes you a real man, living half a life man 

somethings loose upstairs but I have no fear man 

somethings loose upstairs but I'm still right here man

SALTINES AND WATER

It get chilly in the villy

When im spittin so illy

Need a milly in my pocket

Got it poppin like a pilly

Chinchilly wrapped around my bitch, almost like a philly

9 milli 1312 always reppin

What the dilllllly

I could give a sixth letter

Standing in the cold

Freeze for cheese

Whether its cheddar or its feta

Dizzy D, sayin fuck the lieutenant

Don't forget

You owe me, this, that, and the other thing

This for the brothers banging on bars, screaming "let me free"

Set to be all I'm meant to be, embracing the eventually

don't pretend to know my steez

Cause I stay lowkey as underground OGs

It’s time to air my laundry

Dirty clothing piling up on the dresser

I’m tryna learn forgiveness

Most times I’m more Pac on the stretcher

Just cause you’re paranoid

Don’t mean they’re not out to getcha

Coming with that reassurance like you betcha

I’m just glad I met ya, I’m still glad I met ya

Even if you weren’t whatcha seem

It turned into a nightmare, I wish life was but a dream

Living off borrowed time and murder scenes

All praise that plastic dream...

Kite'm Louwe

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