Lyrics:
 they say i cahnged on em, but i did it for the better
i wanna see my homies progress and stack cheddar
hope yall is doing good, jomar you my brotha
tell your your motha that i miss her prolly visit in the summer
and peter you my brother, yeah i got you for whatever,
tyler we had differences, but we stuck through the weather
you my homie, you my brother, knew times would get better
a couple months pass, and now we all chill together
sweets you the homie, you his cousin, close to jomar
remember days rollin , silly nigga do his homework
and i laugh when i think, but shed a tear when i reflect
cause i wish i was young again, but i cant go back
i love yall and i miss yall, and its still ghetto poppin
we gotta buckle down, get straight and start stackin
and they say im too harsh, to my sister over twitter,
i just wanna let her know that i love her and i miss her
you my family you my kin folk, a reason i got to live fo' 
tryna teach you about the  evils i done been through
and when i sent those tweets wasnt really tryna diss you
just letting you know, keep your head straight, dont stray away,
let my mistakes be the gravel to pave your way
hypocritical, but drugs you stay away 
cause life is more than your average  day to day,
at your age i really wish i found my way 
we wouldve seen less crying less fighting less hustlin, more striving
momma up dying cause her son in the streets slowly dying 
pops up in his room,got the heart of a lion, but my lying got him crying
sorry that i did that, but never will i regret that
taught me so much about life, im almost glad that i did that
but so many years wasted that i can just go and  get back
but im blessed, ima end it here, just needed to vent

Blessed

Lyrics(mind that this is only a snippet)
gettin real tired of these stupid motha fuckas tryna tell me what to do actin like my fuckin motha 
get the fuck up out my business, stay the fuck up out my life,
you too blind to see the real reason why i keep my circle tight
and its always the same shit every time you smack yo lips
long winded advice from a cold hearted bitch
and i aint playin no mo, dont feel no pain no mo, no attatchment, what happened
it aint the same no mo'
im just tryna life my live, fuck whoever will stick through it,
enjoyin the good company, but i pull myself through it,
this aint hate to my friends, only a select few
the ones that claim to help me shine  but block out my view
this life aint a blessin, actually more of a curse
went from heaven into hell the very day i was born
the closest thing that i know to heaven is my death,
inhaling fire, exhale, hell on earth in every breath,
and they say life is a test, fuck the teacher, fuck the students
fuck my pencil, fuck this paper, show them how ima do this
got me pissed off, fucked up, borderline ruthless,
fuck expecationts, fuck standards of society,
i'd be fuckin straight if i died in a hole quietly
give a fuck about the world and everyone who watching me..




Vent-Snippet

what happened to rappin? used to be relaxin  now you suckas be slackin
and too much into the trappin, im laughin at these kids , you not even my peers
real hip hop been on life support for years, your flows is weak,
mine is switchin up, kickin up lyircal dust,speedin up, never giving up or givin a fuck,
so many lost my trust, aint that a shame for the game cause these lames will never understand
it aint about the fame or the fortune, so quit playing games you all should just forfeit,
im trying to do big things, im talkin corporate, porsches, benzs, beamers, 
feel it in my bars im steamin, you just heatin up, while im just cleanin up
no breaks , dont even eat my lunch, you freaks just geekin up, 

and that last line prolly flew right over your head,
you on some thin ice you on so becareful when you tread
i aint the type to brandish guns with hollow heads
just seeking higher knowledge and reloading my head,
take another listen to what i just said
its been 5 long years im still stackin my bread
when i found this beat, i knew it was homicide
like the stray bullet that took a life, you decide, who am i
what i do, what ive done, is it true, what ive become?

i know who i am, aint no need to ask questions,
every day i wake up  cstay outning my blessings
theres no second guessin, lyrical bullets flyin in every directions,
perfection, look who just stepped in, the fundamentlist
just havin fun with this, endless bars, subliminal diss,
so come and run with this, whack rappers will be pissed,
so you dismissed, i found my niche, bars is crisp
from my throat to my lips, vocal chords to the disc,
aint nobody fuckin with this



Fundamentalist - Revenge




July 6th, gettin my grind on, last year on walcroft,
got arrested, released, headed straight to the block, 
we tryna stack that paper, been stackin paper,
 haters and lames talkin bout they gon take us?
fuck that we bust back, days livin in the trap,
hard days gettin whack, brighter days comin back, you know
we bounce back, 
we was all young once, i miss the innocence
started the drugs then started selling it, 
young and naive, blind on some hellen keller shit, smokin on the trees,
time pass now we whippin, not talkin wrist, talkin car dealerships,
we up, but we aint at the top, my homies grindin lowkey, got the city on lock
as for me,  i dont sell, i dont trap, i dont slang, im just doin my thang
put my life in a horrible phase, but i spend days studying, workin
gettin my mind right,  barely be smokin, educate my mind in the night,
yeah im on the right grind, its all legal now, tryna make my family proud,
cause lord knows i let em down


I pray for homies, who be out in the streets
and i know you makin money of em pills and the weed,
this is just me, comin from my heart, knew you from the start,
had eachothers backs when times got hard,
stay safe, lowkey, you know me, i fucked up, livin too fast,
but its in the past now, we movin yeah movin on,
we all got money now, whole squad is strong, whole squad is on,
whole reason im rappin this song, wanna see everyone good,
gott get up out the hood, we aint livin how we should,
i aint judgin, hustle by any means necessary, our lives legendary,
but its very scary, knowin you taking risks, 
but who am i to tell you how to live, just do your thing,
do whatever it takes to live how you live,






For The Homies

im here to kick it like a ninja,
so focused on dolla figures,
asian boy wit them niggas,
my boys got them triggers
and i figure, no hesitation or procrastination while we , tree blazin, tire burnin, LSD tab tastin,
money makin, money chasin, schemin, plottin doin whatever
for the cheddar, 
think it out, make moves, my niggas clever
and persistent like my flow when i kick it i rip it up
and kick the dust in yo face
eyes on the prize always aimin for first place,
so watch your pace cause we aint stoppin
fuck my shit always straight rockin
like im standin on a boat
we afloat, so high, so high, 30,000 feet up in the sky, yeah
cruisin elevation, tryna take my name and elevate it,
no where to go but up ,on this rap elevator
you so lame, your flow weak, keep my name out your mouth,
Im from LA, but next week, catch me in the fuck south
carolina that is, still about my biz, 


yesterday, we was kickin back, smokin blunts, takin shots,
at this one pad, saw this one bad chick, told my homie go n get it
took another shot probably gonna regret it, 
fuck it friday night, takin flight,
w/ my niggas. not day ones but they there from the start
the only day ones was my parents dont take it to heart,
you was right there when i got in trouble with the law
smoke a blunt, think about how society got us fucked al up,
good kids, with bad habits, baseball caps backwards,
thought liquor was nasty, now we stuck in the bottle, 
who woulda thought? pray to god for answers, 
silence  all i hear,
screamin, god we all right here,
holdin back tears, facin fears, 
homie got a call baby wasnt his,
truly blessed my nigga made it to 21
and none of us doin years man
remember the risks, that we took for some paper
for some fun? 5 years later, its see ya later,
before i leave, let me take a minute to reminisce
on livin free, runnin through the streets as a teen,
from 14 to 17, it was me and my team, slanging tree, ecstasy, bars n lean
so what you need? Cops ask, you aint get it from me,
shit cops always patrolin the block, not to mention enemies want me to get locked
street pharmacy open at 5 o clock, 
and thats the AM, they think im playin, 
but what im sayin, truly slayin, yo mind caged in
mines liberated, i hope you hear listen, to what im sayin
its important, cause times is changin,
 if you dont adapt, thats time wasted 
i cant say shit, thats what i did,
but shit, those were my actions, thats what i chose,
what i paved was a road, but still so lost , 
so close yet so far, from my dreams and goals, 
that i wanted to achieve as a kid
 just a warning sign, life is too short to live






Life

Rollin up, its the first of the month,
soon i wake up gotta have me a blunt
step outside, inhale, soakin in the sun
southern cali weather,
with the good weed wherever
Im from LA forever, 
hit up my dawg down the street just to link
then we head to the plug for that stink
roll it up spark it up and my eyes like a cihnk 
life is better than we ever could dream
thats off this blue dream off of my last paycheck
got another call from my dawg peter 
sayin he awake, happy first, where you wanna meet up?
 palms park, aight, i see ya 
in a couple of minutes
look at the life we invented
stress free, puffin tree, nothin buggin me
no bills no fees, nothing mandatory
so lifted, so high, feelin like this the best me
we only smoke the best tree up in cali
where it at, call me up if you need tree


its like its 1 pm, still the first of the month, 
this is like the 9th swisher we gut
god damn, niggas so high, sittin in a could,
smile like a clown, laughin, tellin jokes,
aint no one feelin down, good vibes, hope you feel it
now 
everyone in socal
raise your bud up
to the women weed and weather
to real niggas always chasin cheddar
to the hustlers stackin mozarella
to the stoner in the park gettin lit up
to ball players in courts doin lay ups
lets all cop an eigth n celebrate  together
we all fucked in the way that this life is set up
so we roll up and hope we stay high forever





so now we posted starin at the pacific
no worries, no we not concerned about specifics
hit the in n out ,now we feelin terrific
only pure bud, never roll that spliff shit
not hating, just simply givin my opinion
smoked so much prolly like half an onion
niggas in the back seat straight munchin
im in the front seat  eatin my funyuns
lookin down on the city my niggas grew up in
know the streets was hot like an oven but
From LA to the bay, feel the california lovin






Wake up






stuck in my thoughts, petty thots,
take a shot, i free my mind,
i smoke alot,
i run away, from the pain
thats manifested, in my brain, i think im goin insane
i think im goin insane
19 years ive spent tryna figure it out
diggin a hole so deep i could never get out,
zone out, sit and think what this life is about
think about the bad and good, people livin in the hood
people livin under a hoodie, livin in the streets
a world run by currency, with so much poverty
pardon me, im just speakin my thoughts,
speakin these words in hopes of reachin your hearts
the streets its hot, my homie gotta walk with a glcok or duck, when he see a cop
money in my sock with the work in my pants
hope a stick up kid dont approach take the chance
or run the risk of gettin hit, with the bullet in this clip
of that 9 millimiter sittin on my hip, i squeeze the trigger and dip
then i duck, like fuck, that nigga aint done, 
so i run and stash my gun, straight back to the trap
my minds spinnin mad, adrenaline rush with blood on my pants
empty my pockets, switch clothes, back to the streets, 
i just made another enemy, woe is me, no worries cause i got my woes with me
everything aint what it seems, cause it was all good, 
we was still makin money, but i had a feeling so funny
always watch my back, i know the predators huntin
a couple months pass and i cop a whip, rollin through the hood feelin so hood rich
look at me, the new ace of the streets, didnt know the streets a trick up its sleeve
was in the drive through gettin ready to eat, to my right i see who tried to rob me
3 shots now im bleedin in my seat, im bleedin out, my vision blurry, hit the gas,
run into a tree, grab my gat, shoot back, i hit him, then i black out

wake up, in the hospital, hand cuffed, fuck is up?
officer in the room tryna question me
but you never give no information bout the streets
he steadily pressin stressin testin me, 
but i never speak, my bodies weak
i keep fading in n out of consciousness
think about what if i went to college instead?
would i have a degree, house wife and kids?
then i wake up, in my room, untouched, cold sweat,
no blood, what the fuck? was it all a dream




TheFundamentalist