Ayo I'm blacker than obsidian 
I'm blacker than some michelin
i snatch the land back and give it back to Palestinians 
Aint nobody as real as him
Got villages of minutemen 
And if the cops kill again
We bomb like Moff Gideon
Cough cause who ill as this
Smog is too sickening 
Clogging civilian
Walls with carcinogens 
Laws for no immigrants
Lost all my innocence 
Pray I'm forgiving em
God is not listening

it's slaves all around 
just start adjusting your lens
they either called by SPNs
or ball on ESPN
these for profit prisons 
put the inc in the pen
that's why i'm loading up my ammo
putting ink in my pen 
the truth 
the spook who sat by the booth
i'm too loose from my noose 
a deuce deuce in my boots
i shoot troops through they suit
move you like im link wit the flute
and when we storm the capitol won't be no fluke of a coup 

the true survivors
crucified us 
look at the rose that grew

now these dudes in congress
two connivers 
tryana get close to you 

had us moving diamonds 
shooting miners/minors
treat us like roaches too

if you use ya iris
through ya eyelids 
they'll put the rope on you 

couldn't be me
you think twerking for the PD really setting us free? 

buncha promise talkers
all is monsters

often cops is more like robbers
they dismiss the charge against the crooked coppers
and then bring in the dancing lobsters 

So listen in cause the half has never really been told
This the story of a free slave who never been sold
I broke the chains off the block and now i'm cracking the code 
A variant too dangerous it got me ready to blow

I feel Huey off the boondocks
I'm moving with a new plot
i might just shoot two cops
and get off like im 2pac

i'm too hot
i spit like a hold a lighter
hit like the coldest fighter 
atom split wits like i'm oppenheimer 

Cause I'm blacker than obsidian 
I'm blacker than some michelin
i snatched the land back and gave it back to palestinians 
Aint nobody as real as him
Got villages of minutemen 
And if the cops kill again
We bomb like Moff Gideon
Cough cause who ill as this
Smog is too sickening 
Clogging civilian
Walls with carcinogens 
Laws for no immigrants
Lost all my innocence 
Pray I'm forgiving em
God is not listening

Variant of Concern

☕

Lyrics:

this my chosen method to exterminate the brutes
they already chose a weapon to exterminate the youth 
still a menace with the penning i 
exterminate the booth
every syllable a miracle just tryana germinate the truth 
in middle school i wanted to rap just like Blu
wish i could tell Pac i wanted to rap just like you
i was in PE training to be as nice as Lu
I even wanted a little group so we could move like Wu
but i was too introverted
now i take that same energy and channel it into verses
i travel through universes 
i handled it through the curses 
of persons throwing words at me sideways when did y'all start doing cursive? 
my verses like a eulogy a couple words a put you in hearses 
i scribble bars form a weapon like a scimitar but this dude ain't Turkish 
i'm the duke of verses
i'm too determined 
underground breaking through the surface 
i could never lose a verzuz
if i'm not the best then who on Earth is? 
expand your focus
go telescope it
go tell ya whole clique 
a thousand lenses couldn't see what my one pen did when i wrote a corpus 

the true jewels ain't in a pendant 
it's in appendix but that is where the work is
both feudalism and unionism tell you to beware the workers
but dudes in prison with true traditions 
taught me more than i could ever learn in churches 

33 degrees got me questioning what's the higher purpose 
them gold coast ghosts was a lot cheaper than having to hire persons
3/5 of a whole you not even an entire person
got you searching for that four tenth 
that's how you know the empire working 
it get to exploding when i'm coasting in my X-wing
my crown of thorns like horns got me looking like sin
i heard hov say we killed x and let zimmerman live
like you ain't got a bil
to put a hit out on him 
the real hovi baby
run up in France with my epee and make sure they pay Haiti 
kept us in the sun all day it's obvious how they stay shady
the 3rd world made me 
it's oh so scary
how life can turn a wayne brady into a wayne perry

Hibiscus Tea Poetry

Freestyle over "Guns Go Bang" by Jay-Z and Kid Cudi, from the film The Harder They Fall, produced and directed by Jeymes Samuel.

Lyrics:

ayo im wicked off the top
you can see it in my locs
where im from they hold a glock
better than they hold a job
for fifty cents my immigrants'll
gladly show you how to rob
keep it 100 it's nothing
we going psycho with the mob 

ayo
we picked off the locs
and pissed off the cops
we rode block to block
and slipped all the laws
since pigs hid the rock
they crip walk a lot
bismiallah we ride 
like quick draw mcgraw

banana clips word to curious george
or i can flip the bayonet and get to moving with swords
either a 4 or a 5 to ya dome
put a number on head like the kids next door
now hear the sound when my pistol go

listen bro
hit the floor
open casket pick ya clothes
missing souls
rip the code
kiss of death
no mistletoe
devil flow
ichigo
hold it til my wrist sore
four four blow
you never know if your
kids'll grow

look into the future
it was razor on the scooters
now its aiming with the rugers
and no amen hallaluejas
from honor roll to on a role
in first person shooters
accuse us of shooting troopers
Assata i move to cuba

all for survival
rifle and bible
only facts that they know

see through the eyehole
keeping one eye closed
with my back to the door

supposed to move tribal
we suicidal
with the straps that we hold

another casket is sold
my mental liable to blow
it go

Guns Go Bang (Freestyle)

Shoutout Nas and Hit-boy

Lyrics:

Ayo I’m pissed off
I’m in the 3rd world swerving in a rickshaw
With my arm out the window we don’t miss nah
Have em all dipping’ quicker than a tik tok
Or a shit stock
I mean, where’d you get the diamonds in your wrist watch?
Had my brothers mining through a thick fog
Now you shining while we lying sitting dis-armed
Hear em laughing so I’m clapping never sit-calm (sitcom)
13 I was throwing rocks at cop cars
Getting caught never talk we got lockjaw
I don’t fear no man you are not god
And you don’t know damn thing unless you Nardwuar
Au revior
Lupin when im looping
Get to moving when im shooting
If my two cents is a nuisance 
Change the music that you choosing
Never losing with my tools in
Every track that im abusing
Im a panther sitting looming 
Huey newton with hadukens 

And berettas, strapped
say you the truth well I got better facts
The real don’t die we multiply like Henrietta lacks 
That’s why I never relax
Seen em cap on hella tracks
I kill em with the rhymes its like my weapon 
Got a pen attached 
Run it back
You need more shooters
And they couldn’t hold us back think you need more Hoovers
Im endemic im a problem you need three more boosters
know them shots gon miss its like I see stormtroopers 

Niggaz aint telling the truth enough
Y’all don’t look like the truth to us
Hand on they neck I don’t loosen up
devils in disguise know lucifer

The Truth (Freestyle)

Lyrics:

Was it duck season 
Or was it rabbit season?
Nah scratch that
I think it’s rapper season
I grab MC’s and get em all deleted 
Made some red bottoms out my black Adidas 
I curb stomp em gotta clean my sneakers
Game over nigga clear the bleachers
I aint kendrick but with this pen shit
I get a MC 8 when they need a features
You ain’t packing heaters
You ain’t had a Nina 
You ain’t stacking neither 
When I rap it’s ether
Said you dropping soon 
That happen either  
You are not a shooter 
get back on defense 
I’m sorry bro
I’m like super Saiyan  
super Mario  
I’m too ruthless slaying
On the audio
And my troopers swinging 
Like Geronimo
They go adios when I body flows
Ask If I’m goat I mean probably tho
Went from samurai to a daimyo 
Now I run the game like its cardio
Or a cameraman on the Maury show 

Think you better run yo
Surround sound when the guns go
I can get a M and then flip it nigga
Wumbo

Burn through the page when I write in journals
So my pen like a fire when I light inferno 
I’m blacker than midnight on broadway and myrtle 
Every line got em mad slight controversial 
Leave shells in they back like a ninja turtle
Did I do that nigga? Like im Urikel
I’m like 10 eternals have em turning purple 
When we blow your face up like a sprite commercial 

(JID)
"Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns"

Surround Sound (Remix)

Freestyle over "Diet Coke" by Pusha-T. Produced by Kanye West & 88-Keys.

Lyrics:

They talking on the Web but got nothing to du bois
They sleeping on the kid I analyzed em just like Freud 
if we rapping bout some money then you know that i might join
but y'all ain't making money, y'all just making some lite coins 
And slight noise
You can’t see from the nosebleeds
The price going up way past all the floor seats
I seen em firebending with the way that they hold heat
You die chasing paper you gon end up like Georgie 🎈 
how 
much a dollar cost
i ain't much for words
so i let the dollar talk
money make us sick that's a dollar cough 
but the right profit off it like Dr. Oz
and preachers claims they prophets for a dollar they can talk to god 
i pocket a dollar for every martyr on the amistad
and i ain't made it yet
i ain't rich i'm barely set
money just a instrument 
so i blew notes 
like a clarinet 
y'all ain't hearing it
these triple entendres 
they gon triple my dollar 
that crypto sinking my wallet
but i ain't tripping i got it
if i don't sit an office 
then i'll be shipping narcotics 
just to be hitting my targets 
my brothas got dearly departed 
just for a quarterly profit 
he treat the block like a market 
a single night in the darkness 
can pay for a quarter of college 
they say that work ain't too honest
i rather be a fucking liar than working i'm dying 
every work involve some violence 
so we all had to move and steal like some pliers 
cause when our taxes go higher 
that's fuel for the army suppliers

"Imaginary players ain't been coached right
Master recipes under stove lights
The number on this jersey is the quote price
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?"

Diet Coke (Remix)

I identified Kenny as the "Scooter Kid" in the Kanye documentary. Now here is my audition to be on The Cave with Kenny Beats :)

"Basquiat of Bars" tape drops 3/10/22

stay tuned! 👑

Take_it_Back_v2 (Freestyle)

Stick (Freestyle)

SICK (prod. matt swain)

Queen's Dead (King's Dead Freestyle)

Prod: Matt Swain

you wont hear nothing harder than this.

WRAITH (feat. Young Wabo)

The sequel to Basquiat of Bars. the revenge of the dreaded scott.

SHINIGAMI

VICTOR CREEL

PEACEMAKER

INFERNO

SICK

BABYLON BEWARE!

THE TRUTH

BOOK OF THE DEAD

DEVIL BE DAMNED

calm luh freestyle over No. 1 Headband by Lupe Fiasco.

Lyrics:

I grip the sword like a ronin holding controllers
Either that or I’m holdin a pole and scoping for worthy opponents
Round the corner crowing 
The buzz of drones droning
Til like 4 in the morning 
Nobody speaks of the warring 
We getting free but they dont wanna go to war den
Hold it down like water boarding 
We not atoning 
Unless you gun toting 
My nigga I'm not voting
Free forming Im not combing
Ballot or the bullet I already picked the latter
I pick the pad up
And get to battle 
I ain’t get the memo 
Ain’t get the instrumental 
still 
scribbling them names in my death note
Get to packing ya pencil 
30 screws in my jaw this rapping was incidental 
Im black in the midst of devils
I passed em and skipped a level
katanas I grip the metal right 
tight by the hilt 
When dread Scott land it’s liable to get you kilt 
The bow and arrow prolly get em clipped
I was speaking ancient tongues and writing meroitic scripts
Nigga
I was speaking ancient tongues and writing meroitic scripts

You was thinking about nothing spewing shit, freudian slips
I see the meaning underneath 
If I really pull it then its sheesh/sheath
Im a dog off the leash
I cracked the code beat the algorithm 
broke out my niche 
Not the usual plan
Maneuver however I can
To get the number 1 headband 
6 arm samurai I’m the vitruvian man
Four mics in my hand
I dont move with a clan  
I’m just 
solo leveling
Don't let no more devils in 
Im the terror in resonance 
They exported weapons in
If you made it where I'm from you considered a veteran
Of a proxy war
armored trucks, reaper drones, and other obstacles 
Check ya notes, its obvious they forgot the score
i'm Jonathan Jackson back bringing a gun to court 
wave it around like a wand like I'm Dumbledore

No. One Headband (Freestyle)

Young menace in a game too crowded.

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Menace

My entry for the Denzel Curry/Flying Lotus #BLACKBALLOONSCHALLENGE

Lyrics:
'Ma said too often my jaw clenched 
A lotta skeletons locked in my closet 
I lost my Will i'm Jaded til August
That's toxic but i'm still a legend regardless 
From the land where God left
Black bodies in coffins
Cops holding us hostage
Pressure pressing me constant
No narcotics stashed in my pockets
No tech on him promise i'm Amish
They loot the horn like a rhino bone
Got us in uniform at the super bowl 
Now tell me would you perform
Before a forum of former farm owners?
Who move like slave traders
Sign the line to pay players who say prayers
To placate us nay sayers
Imagining A MAGA scene
Whole MAGA team catch a magazine
I'm like Malcolm ifhe had a dream
It's nothing personal
50 shots that's a Virgil bro
We can go toe to toe
I'm at the top of the totem pole
Never sign a 360
A deal with the devil only comes in 3 6, see
That's how them devils lynch me
Black balloons and it's tricky

#BLACKBALLOONSCHALLENGE

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