MC Eiht - Lessons 2

Lessons 2

No Authority (feat. Glasses Malone)

Bodega Money (feat. Dave East)

Client

What U Wanna Do

Handle That

Tha Paper (feat. Domino)

What I Am (feat. Mitchy Slick)

The Untouchable

Sunshine (feat. Lisa Crawford)

Balance

It's Been A Long Time

[Intro]
Tell me the truth…
Was I toxic?
Or did I just stay way too long in something that was killing me slowly?
You ever hold poison thinking it was medicine?
Yeah, that was me.

[Verse 1]
Was I toxic when I swallowed all your lies?
When I bit my tongue while you looked me in the eyes?
When I carried your chaos like it was my cross
And still apologized every time we fought
Tell me, was I toxic for staying too loyal?
For loving you through storms that were never mutual?
For packing up your damage and calling it home
While you sat comfy on a heart I loaned
I walked on eggshells in a war you started
And you called me crazy when I became guarded
You drained my spirit but needed my soul
Then blamed me for the weight of your control
Now I ask myself in the silence of my room
Was I poisonous, or just drowning in your fumes?
Is it toxic to break when you’re pushed that far?
Or is that just proof of where the wounds are?

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t label my reaction like I’m the disease
You lit the match, I just burned in the heat
You twisted love into a battlefield
But I’m the villain just ‘cause I couldn’t heal in your field

[Chorus]
Was I toxic when I put up with your bullshit?
Took all the blame, every lie, every rumor you spit?
Or was I just bleeding out in disguise
Smiling through pain while love fucking died?
Was I toxic for finally losing my mind?
After crossing a thousand emotional lines?
If standing up now makes me the bad guy
Then I’ll wear that crown while I walk away alive

[Verse 2]
Gaslight, guilt trip, emotional games
Kept me addicted to hurt and shame
You played victim while I played dumb
Believing love meant going numb
Friends said leave, I said “they don’t get it”
Now I see clearly what I won’t regret is
Loving hard even when it hurt me
While you just loved how I served you
I became colder just to survive
While you sharpened words like knives
So if you call me toxic now, I laugh
‘Cause you fell in love with my aftermath
You don’t miss me, you miss control
Miss having access to my soul
Now I’m healing and that’s the crime
‘Cause you can’t live rent free in my mind

[Bridge]
Maybe I did scream
Maybe I did break
Maybe I did become someone I hate
But you don’t get to write my ending
When you were the one who kept the blade bending
Pain don’t make you toxic, it makes you human
Endurance in hell doesn’t mean I condone it
And healing ain’t pretty
Growth ain’t sweet
Sometimes it ugly…
But it’s real to me

[Final Chorus]
So was I toxic for putting up with your mess?
Or was I loyal way past my best?
Was I “crazy” for wanting peace?
Or just tired of your constant disease?
If protecting myself is labeled wrong
Then I’ll be wrong, and still be strong
I won’t carry your guilt no more
I washed my hands, I closed the door

[Outro]
You keep my name inside your mouth
Like it’s sweeter than the truth you never found
But the only toxic thing I ever did
Was love you harder than I loved myself
And I fixed that.

Was I Toxic When I Put Up With All Your Bullshit?

WRITTEN BY JOHN TRUGLIA IN THE ABYSS 3Y3AM888

COSMIC ROCKET BLAZING

Yo… They call it democracy, But it’s just a beauty pageant for power. A popularity contest dressed as leadership, Where charisma beats competence, And the future gets mortgaged to the next election cycle.

Every few years, they roll the dice, Spin the slogans, sell the lies. Film stars, TV clowns in suits, Campaign smiles in polished boots.

Votes over vision, spin over skill, Policy flips with the latest thrill. Blame the last guy, dodge the heat, While the same elite still eat.

The system’s cracked — fragmented core, Self-antagonistic, built for war. No long-term plan, no cultured growth, Just imperial plunder to feed them both.

Common folk starve or join the fight, No jobs, no hope, just war at night. The elite get rich, the poor get culled, And call it “policy” — power lulled.

But yo, this madhouse can’t make the leap, To the space age where stakes run deep. In orbit, you can’t play the same old game, 'Cause every life’s tied to the station’s name.

If you treat workers like ground-based trash, Expect sabotage, expect the crash. Space demands a moral spine, Not quarterly profit as the bottom line.

Now look East — the Dragon’s rise, No campaign circus, no tabloid lies. Confucian merit, decades served, Leaders earned, not just observed.

From local posts to provincial reign, Years of grind before the gain. Competence first, rhetoric last, Planning for futures, not just the past.

No smear campaigns, no bought applause, Just service bound by civic laws. Long-term vision, steady hand, Building the base before the brand.

Results matter, not the show, Leaders who’ve learned how systems grow. A structure built to last the storm, Not bend to polls or voter swarm.

So when we talk about space-bound trade, Only one model makes the grade. A moral helm, a steady crew, Leaders who know what they’re here to do.

The West still wrestles over dirt, Cowboy politics, short-term hurt. While the Dragon climbs beyond the sky, Old round eyes still asking why.

Yo… Charisma won’t keep the air clean in orbit. Spin won’t grow food on Mars. And cowboy politics won’t hold a station together When the void is one crack away.

Only competence survives the vacuum. Only vision builds the future. And only those who plan for centuries Will live to see the stars.

What I Am (feat. Mitchy Slick)

MC Eiht

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