Before December Ends 2: Just Words

Mafia Talk (Instrumental)

God please fill me up yo I'm sick of feeling stuck
Everythang is good and then everythang is nuts,
Boutta spill my guts to these sticks all in the mud 
Think I'm coming up yuh I feel it in my blood / 

Yeah I feel it in my blood but the bloods never enough 
Out here actin tough so they party in the club /
Yo I'm really actin up paranoia got me bugged / 
Saying "this ain't who you was", what happened to love? 

God ain't up above he in every one of us / 
But I feel so disconnected it don't matter who is what /
yo If God is who to trust then you better trust yourself
I don't go for luck cause I focus on the wealth

Imma make them bucks and then hide em all in hell 
Diamond in the rough yeah I think you know it well
Money ain't enough and that's no matter what you sell
Sold my soul for what? Yo I think it was the skill, 
Why I'm feeling ill

Why I'm feeling ill, Why I'm feeling ill 
Why I'm feeling ill (ill) ill (ill) ill
Why I'm feeling ill, I'm iller than Hell 
Why I'm feeling ill (ill) ill (ill) ill

Why I'm feeling ill, Why I'm feeling ill
Why I'm feeling ill (ill) ill (ill) ill
Why I'm feeling ill, I'm iller than Hell
Why I'm feeling ill (ill) ill (ill) ill


Thinking bout the brink yo, thinking bout the edge / 
Will you push me till I sink or, push me till I'm dead? 
Lots of road ahead yet I'm posted here instead
Bullets made of lead and it's wool that makes the bed / 

Yet the thoughts that make your head all the same that hate what's said
Same that makin' cents and the rage all in my pen
I ont rap for friends dawg I'm wrapped up in the end
Tired of seeing red, tired of feeling dead

Tired of tryin' retire all the thoughts up in my head 
Damn I'm feeling spent. Damn I'm feeling spent / 
And I know that this is it but will you gimme 1 more wish? 
Rap was heaven sent but now all I see is Jinn / 

n I'm praying now Lord I don't need be rich! 
 long I got these Karas on my own 2 wrists / 
All I'm praying for quick is to please give me a lift / 
Cause tried but then I slipped, please just let me live

Please just let me live, Please just let me live
Please just let me please just let me please just let me live
Please just let me live, Please just let me live
Please just let me please just let me please just let me live

Please just let me live, Please just let me live
Please just let me please just let me please just let me live
Please just let me live, Please just let me live
Please just let me please just let me please just let me live

Lost on Voicemail (Prod. Beats By Con)

Unexplainable Interlude (Remix) (Prod. Bailey Daniel)

Lyrically imperial I'm killin' em it's serial / 
so come and get your spirit spilled, show you what is really real
I'm a big DAWG I on't ever come to wheel and deal
They all big FRAUDS I on't care bout their mills

I'm a DESPOT, NORTH SIDE GOD! /  
Yeah I'm Never gonna stop till the US send a SQUAD!
Take me it's an OP can't replace me when I'm gone / 
If you rappin' outta Calgary then rep it man that's all

Vika hope you prouda me you why I'm at the top / 
why I never stop the rock why I always make the drop / 
like the flow's a slap SHOT, always droppin HOT
Know I'm throwin' bombs through the song yeah it's on

I don't need an auto I could empty endless bottles  / 
of my thoughts until you gone, words right to your dome / 
now I'm flowin' through your home, man is you insane / 
or are you manic to the core? Think you wantin' more



Live the realest in town!  Calgary's gettin' the crown
An ounce of sound pronounced to now is the way we kickin' it down, 
Maybe thats different from now yuh we Keep it consistent and loud
Beating the system we doing it different n reaping what's given n found

When was our freedom allowed? speaking on evil and doubt 
Always been keepin' us down n teasing the clout / I know what it's bout /
Defeating my demons I'm keeping my crown / you seeing it now right up in the crowd
City surrounds you letting us down or you around to lift us up?

Half of these rappers they had it rough or had enough and now?
They living it luxe or spending bucks on handy bags of bud / 
To keep em floating up / this flow is going over nuts / 
I'm off the cuff I'll call your bluff this hockey puck is fuckin' coming up!

Don't show me the runners up compared to me they fuckin' suck 
Ain't the type to knucke up I'm saying that with lots of love
Hope that they all rise above n show 'em till they know its us
Hope that they all rise above n show 'em till they know what's UP!

Despot (Prod. Alasdee)

The Hero (Intro) (Prod. PREMISE On The BEAT)

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Unexplainable Interlude (Remix) (Prod. Bailey Daniel)

Monarch