Watts' Theory (Interlude)

(Interview samples property of VICE Media)

EIDT

Lyrics

I'm the hardest in my city hands down 
You probably heard about me, I'm the man now
Ten years in the making, was planned out
I'm screaming stand up so we can stand out
I'm in the studio grinding so this shit can pan out 
Get it, I bet it man they got they hands out
I went from nothing to something 
I'm turning your favorite rappers status to man down 
Twist in the twist in the twist in the plot
I payed my dues, gave 'em all that I got 
Your shit ain't pop you cause trying to be something you not
I've been observing, I look and and I watch 
Y'all like some fish outta water, you steadily flop
I set the city on fire as soon as I drop
I gotta go get it, now listen and watch 

Almighty almighty almighty dollar
Only thing on my mind
Meditation keep the hating off me 
I slide, man the city is mine
It was a good run for the rest of y'all 
I really know that you tried 
I think it's time to put your microphone away
The wave you had done died
Told em I'm nothing to play with
Something like Jekyll and Hyde
When I get behind this microphone 
I release the that's beast inside 
This the type of shit I die for
You can see the look in my eyes 
Burn my competition down to the ground
And watch the ashes rise

beat prod. by JustSickk X Korey Cole
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wL6nNyGAb44

AKUMA

Lyrics

Look watch me go, what I do with the flex
I'm on a roll, bring the pen to they neck
No disrespect but these rappers is weak
I shit what they write like seven whole weeks
Y'all cannot touch me boy, check the technique
Came with the stepback and then hit the three
What do you mean they don't fuck with me?
Bitch I came out the gate and I spread like disease
Meanwhile been hustling, working 16
That's on the job, what the f*ck do you mean?
I'm ducking them problems, I bob and I weave
I just do this rap shit to blow off some steam
Come watch me go, watch what I do with the flex
I'm on a roll bring the pen to they neck
No disrespect but they ain't bout the stretch
No disrespect but they ain't bout the stretch
If you a real one then you know whats next
I studied the game, I'm breaking they necks
The speed that we movin' can't make it no less
Collecting them pennies, go chase me a check
Double it, double it, flip it then run with it
Killin' this shit and we just having fun with it
Stacking them syllables, rapping residuals
Too unpredictable, bitch I go dumb with this
Rapping shit, on the attack with it, he way to accurate
Y'all couldn't kill the mic if I was passing it
I'm way to passionate, bullshit ain't havin' it
I got that flow, they lean back with it
I'm in a sunken place, man, I been tappin' in
They see me 'round and they askin' "Whats happenin'?"
Practice my craft, pitching bars like a javelin
State of the rap game right now just need balancin'
I'm sick of mumbles and all the fake trappin' shit
Know that real artists out here just ain't havin' it
I grab the wheel, cut that bitch then I'm crashin' it
I'm really 'bout it no I am not acting this
Come watch me go, watch what I do with the flex
I'm on a roll bring the pen to they neck
No disrespect but they ain't bout the stretch
No disrespect but they ain't bout the stretch

$TRETCH (PROD. BY CXDY)

Lyrics

I been at this ten years, nah you can't tell me shit about what I do
The game full of trash, flows washed and recycled
Rap nowadays bout as simple as haiku
They couldn't handle the pressure, try to put me and my image inside of a box
While they was busy looking for the keys man I just went and picked the lock
This shit toonami, you rappers like cartoons
I'm saying saying they all play a role
Soon as I come out they out of they element
They in deep water they sunk from the flow
Music they pushing irrelevant, game in a deficit
Master my craft, man that shit is the goal
Please do not test me I kill shit , you reap what you sow and that's from the soul 
Crashing the ship ain't no actin on this shit
Man I do back flips on a track like olympics
They say it's a gimmick that they need a witness
But they just some critics, they ain't bout the business
I give it three years before I'm selling out tickets
I go till I'm dead, it's about pushing your limits
And giving a shit bout the records you pitchen
Are they gonna catch it are they gonna listen
I hustle and pray and I'm hoping and wishing
That I'm gonna make it I'm running the distance
They wanna keep up but the speed that I'm moving I got em all limping
Disciple to this shit like it's my religion
I'm hoping they know that I do this with no cap
Bitch I'm bringing flow back and they don't want no flack
Boy if you ain't bout it them bars will expose that
And I'm gonna show that

No cap
No cap
No cap 
No cap
No cap

No cap 
No cap
No cap
I'm bringing flow back

No cap
No cap
No cap 
No cap
No cap

No cap
No cap
No cap 
No cap
No cap

Look at the game and I wonder what happened
Where we went wrong what happened to snapping
Seem all that the mumble shit there the attraction
Seem like nobody got soul or the passion
I am an emcee bitch this aint no actin 
This is my artform this pad I'm attackin
I am rock solid and I get it cracking 
They did not listen I said this would happen
Mighty with this pen so I write em off
I'm way to hungry to take me a loss
I chew em up then I brush and I floss
I flex with these bars boy I'm killin em all
You cannot stop me I just dropped the ball
I roll with the punches I'm knockin em off
Don't worry about the plan I leave it to god
I just go hard till I'm dead and I'm gone
You cannot bend me or break me
Man I'm going strong, lil bitch what you on
If you talking rapping then this what you want
I write it all down and then put it song
I do what I do I'm serving it raw
Say a prayer for my enemies getting involved
I spit that ether I got em appaled
I have evolved they cant touch me at all


x2

No cap
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No cap 
No cap
No cap
I'm bringing flow back

No cap
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No cap

No cap
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No cap
No cap

Deadpool Pulp cover art credit to 

@jaeleeart
http://www.jaeleeart.com/

NO CAP (PROD. BY CXDY)

Lyrics

2x
Straight out the oven-oven, lil' bitch that's super hot
Got that flow, I murder rappers do that shit you could not
You ain't built like this lil' homie, man the hustle never stop
Put in work, put in work 
Yeah, we do that shit a lot

Shit can get suspenseful with this pad and pencil
Think I'm meant to talk this shit right out my dental
Might be mental, got no patience
Ain't no racing in my lane bitch
Please don't say shit bout my methods
In my face with all that hating
Check my watch, it's time for greatness
Ain't no issue, murder 16s what I'm into
Cut like ginsu, 2018 rappers shitty pass the tissue
I'm the latest I'm the greatest, poppin shots off like a pistol
Bitch you better hope it miss you, hollow tip 16 gone split you
This shit ain't nothin, like pushin a button
I go and I'm running no foot on the brake
Man that gas what I'm pumpin
I got em all jumping, I'm shaking em up
Get the fuck out my way
No you can't tell me nothin
Ay homie I'm buzzing 
I do it I do it do it I do it, okay
I'm way too hungry I gotta get paid
I'm hitting my plug like I'm on the way
I'm on the way I'm on the way I'm on the way
Homie I'm feeling great
I got that pace I'm not running the race
Way to consistent do this every day
This shit is classic, this shit is classic
I murder beats and wrap them up in plastic
I do what I do I kill shit its tragic
They talk all that shit but won't take no action
I don't got shit for them, please don't be askin'
Comedian rapping 
Man they got me laughing
We do the dash and then push it right past em
Money stack tall as my 6'1, elastic wrapping residuals burn 'em to ashes
Food for the masses consume with a passion
I lost my soul the to the game, bitch I'm numb to the madness
I do the distance no way they could match him


Straight out the oven-oven, lil' bitch that's super hot
Got that flow, I murder rappers do that shit you could not
You ain't built like this lil' homie, man the hustle never stop
Put in work, put in work 
Yeah, we do that shit a lot

Straight out the oven-oven, lil' bitch that's super hot
Got that flow, I murder rappers do that shit you could not
You ain't built like this lil' homie, man the hustle never stop
Put in work, put in work 
Do that shit, do that shit

This shit this shit this shit, that shit, this shit, that shit
That's on rap shit, told these bastards they ain't bout it
Bitch I'm back with, bitch I'm back with
All these flows, how do you feel?
What do you know? Watching me go
Watch me explode, how do you feel?
Doing that shit right there, fo sho' 
Thats $UPER HOT

4x
This shit 
This shit 
This shit 
This shit 
This shit
$UPER HOT

$UPER HOT (PROD. BY KATO)

Lyrics 

I go in I pull the pin and then I go off like grenade
I ain't talking bout this rapping shit bitch I'm tryna get paid
Everyday everyday on my hustle every way
24/7 on that on that talking 16 hour days
Fuck a weekend, off the deep end, lil homie turn the page
Take a shower out the mud I hit the studio and rage 
Got no time to fuck around I got a child on the way
Catch me sliding through my city plotting tryna make a wave
You can miss me with that with that with that bullshit I'm ok
All I do is all I do is
Bitch I do this everyday
On my way up on my way up
Through the fire and the pain
Blood and tears bone and sinew
Pushing muscle all the same
What you know about that struggle pushing you till you insane
Yeah I got a lot demons they been sitting on my brain
I can look you in your eyes tell me and you are not the same
I can paint you the whole picture but it just won't fit the frame
I don't care about opinions anymore so whats to say
If it's all about a dollar got no problem play the game 
Patience and perpetual motion, product of woes at the bottom, we ain't stopping, we rocking
We made a way

x4
Watch me go up
Watch me go up
Watch me blow up like grenade 

(Pull the pin, pull the pin, pull the pin)

Suicidal man I went and killed the old me
Weight up on my shoulders
Yeah I let that pressure go and mold me
Ain't no way that they can hold me 
All that shit they on is phony 
Hit the dial tone
Swear this road I walk a million miles long
Play the hand I'm dealt no way that they can fold me
Kill my demons straight to ash bouncing ring around the Rosie
Might be Midas homie flow I got is goldie
You don't know me
Live this life you won't survive long
Can't match the shit that I'm on
We really came from the bottom
That's why that hustle no problem
Pushing the throttle they looking 
I got they mind blown
Up out the basement, we made it
The world for taking, I chase it
Fiend for a dollar I'm racing
That's what my mind on 

x4
Watch me go up
Watch me go up
Watch me blow up like grenade 

(Pull the pin, pull the pin, pull the pin)

GRENADE (PROD. BY TKAY)

Lyrics 

Bring it back from rapping
Throwing hands, boy we was scrapping 
Everyday up in the neighborhood 
No talk, we made it happen 
Lemme tell you bout the history 
From way way way back when 
I lived life off of reaction
Paranoid, they got me spazzing 
Touch down from New York 
To the 352
A new environment of bullshit 
Like 'who is you?'
'Oh yeah, you white, you a cracker, you ain't shit ain't you knew?'
I'm like wassup then lil bitch, talk that shit what it do 
I raised hell up on that block until I went through the roof 
Because I'm white I had it good but that perspective is skewed 
I remember living in that basement up in the ville 
Me, my brother, mom and dad like we was stuck in a cell 
I slept right across from the kitchen, parents on the couch
I don't really understand how we had food in our mouth 
Made it out, so what the fuck you think you talking bout 
When you say that I got privilege, it ain't shit got handed out 
Man I was built for this shit, go in for the kill with this shit 
Ay bitch I'm sick I'm really really really ill with the shit
Can't pop a pill for this shit, nothing can take away the pain 
Just gimme a couple verses, see whats up inside my brain 

I'm   
Self produced 
Self made 
Self paid
Really really getting to it everyday 

I'm   
Self produced 
Self made 
Self paid
Really really getting to it everyday 

I'm   
Self produced 
Self made 
Self paid
Really really getting to it everyday 

I'm   
Self produced 
Self made 
Self paid
Really really getting to it everyday 

I look in the mirror, man I got demons at my neck, fuck that fuck that fuck that kill that noise it's just a test 
Trials and tribulations scribbled cross my story what a mess 
I payed my dues throughout this life like it ain't shit, I need some rest 
But I got pace so I keep moving on my goals despite the stress 
I stack this money in the shoe box, pay my monthly on the next 
Like I don't got no time for bullshit, took this pen and flipped the script 
Boy I went down with the ship, swam with the sharks like it ain't shit 
Ay tell me what you know bout struggle man forreal 
I need everything up front and thats in cash or ain't no deal 
I got a child I gotta feed and its just business this is real 
Got no time for none those games I'm bout my trifold full of bills 
Came from from nothing straight to something lemme say how great it feel 
Everyday I'm killin this shit boy I'm all up in the field 
Think I really caught a sickness because every verse is ill 
Got to this point off of hustle, that hard work and force of will

I'm   
Self produced 
Self made 
Self paid
Really really getting to it everyday 

I'm   
Self produced 
Self made 
Self paid
Really really getting to it everyday 

I'm   
Self produced 
Self made 
Self paid
Really really getting to it everyday 

I'm   
Self produced 
Self made 
Self paid
Really really getting to it everyday

$ELF (PROD. CXDY)

[LYRICS]

[JESSE]

Why you come around soon as I get in my head?
I'll be honest man, ain't tryna do this again 
I don't really need you, I just need me a pen 
So why I keep listening again and again?

[LIBERTY JONE$]

Tell me Jesse, what the fuck do you believe in?
Every time I come to the door knocking, you leave it 
I'm scratching at this bitch until these finger nails are bleeding 
I know you in there homie, I can fucking hear you breathing 
Why you always push me out and tell me get to leaving?
We both know the truth and it's that you just really need me 
Who's the one who picked you up when this shit wasn't easy?
With me at least you got a friend, I promise I ain't leaving 
I killed all your problems, you keep calling me your demons 
To be honest it's offensive and my heart is really bleeding 
Oh won’t you look at that? I guess I ain’t really need it 
Got a hole inside my chest and the cavity is freezing 
I know you hate believing what you feel, take it or leave it
You can’t deny I give you truth or try and say I’m schemin'
Unless I'm not real then I guess it's left to reason 
Just know I got a shoulder if you need to get to leaning 

[JESSE]

I'm just tryna work on really getting you out 
I'm sick of listening, just tryna figure this out 
Why you always show up soon as I’m feeling down?
I honestly wish that you had never came round 

[LIBERTY JONE$]

Hold up wait a minute, why you always on this sad shit?
What happened to the hustle, dreams of millions doing rap shit? 
Everytime we try an brighten up your future, you just stuck on past shit 
You such a downer man, that ain't attractive 
You know you can rap, you pump it out like this shit magic 
I think your problem is you turned your bullshit to a habit 
Everytime I see the pussy in you, wanna grab it
Chop it up and smash it, kill it like it never happened 
Fuck all the depression,  learn your lesson 
Get it cracking 
You got a family now and they ain't really having that shit 
I'm the only the reason you still breathing 
And it's maddening 
Grab the clip, load it up, pull it, fade to black bitch 
But I know that you won't do it cause you can't imagine 
What's gone happen after your heart rate get to flattening 
Go ahead, imagine yourself laying in the casket 
Except the shit is closed because your fucking brains are scattered

[JESSE]

I'm so sick of falling into patterns of destruction 
Why I smoke so much?  It's the only way I can function 
I can't fucking stand you, got me abusing substance 
It's only family tradition, thats why I stay on dumb shit

[LIBERTY JONE$]

Here we go with this shit again, I ain't having it, nope
Ain't nobody make you roll up the dope
Oh what you sad cause your moms was putting coke in her nose?
And we lost it all to addiction and it really hurts? Yeah I know  
It's always the same shit with you, man here we go
I know we one and the same, but I'm the one that's a ghost 
And you the one that can't listen to all the shit I expose 
It doesn't matter to me really, keep on doing the most 
I'll be here in the back of your conscience sitting right at my post 
I never cared about your feelings homie, we don't need those 
You lacking confidence from woes and I promise it shows 
But I’m just sick of all the bullshit, at the end of my rope 
I’m grabbing that shit and I’m yanking it tight
We gone say goodbye to all of these lil problems tonight 
I really really really hate it when you scream and you fight 
Just put this noose around your neck go head lil man say goodnight 

[JESSE]

I can’t stand to listen to you, man this is odd 
I’ll just keep it pushing, keep on talking to god
I don’t got no problem having you stuck inside 
You caged inside this mind of mine, and I promise it’s locked
I got plenty walls built to handle barrage
You can’t touch me anyway, all that shit is a lie 
You just a figment of my problems, I could just say goodbye
Also, my therapist just told me all this shit a mirage

STILLVILLEMATIC

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