to be frank! [prod. Triple Cast]

The Sky Is Illegal

Frame (Remix) [feat. Joey Rose & Triple Cast]

The Sky is Illegal

Jack's March

for the crazy bitches

won't you turn the other cheek?
when did you become so batshit?
when's the last you saw my keys?
or did you lie because you have them?
why don't you want me to leave?
just a week ago you had this life and told me that you'd put me to the streets to sleep the avenues
i care about you still
stand your ground or get you killed
why don't you want me to leave?
just a week ago you had this life and told me that you'd put me to the streets to sleep the avenues

thinking that i'm gonna give you kudos
you know i'm tripping like i'm carrying on juno
i'm too broke to get up out the cud so i'm stuck for the tour
if the pussy is a drug then the drugs are the cure
i've been mumbling and rapping
baby you know me
i've been counting up the zips
we on two or three
popping locking up the bricks
keep a few for me
still sloppy with my shit
i'm keeping two on me
i don't care about consequences
don't talk about how you're living
i know that you're in the gutter
i've been thinking optimistic
been dreaming in common sense
implication ominous
innovate the opposites and renovate your confidence
let them hate
they not with us
identity anonymous
spit like a psychologist
rap shit synonymous
cap shit
you not with us
half shit
you lack again
slatt shit
don't gat my friends
batshit
what's happening?

won't you turn the other cheek?
when did you become so batshit?
when's the last you saw my keys?
or did you lie because you have them?
why don't you want me to leave?
just a week ago you had this life and told me that you'd put me to the streets to sleep the avenues
i care about you still
stand your ground or get you killed
why don't you want me to leave?
just a week ago you had this life and told me that you'd put me to the streets to sleep the avenues

y'all been waiting for a minute
knowing that the sky is the limit
i've been ready
i've been steady finally
new whip tinted
still a stain in the eyes of my maker
devise like a traitor
i devise like a trade-up
realize how divine are my lines on the paper
got my mind out to dry
suicide ain't the caper
i know it now
understanding at the top of my nose
you ain't with it?
get the fuck out the commode

featuring ok!, abb, cinny, mart, cj, ria, gib, logang, and others that shall go unnamed

BABABA

batshit!

for the greens

i aint shootin out a mac cuz i got a pc
dont tell on me
i dont know nothin, call me jon snow
i won’t rest in peace
why you stab me in the heart?
bitch quit testin me
bitch dont treat me like no hercules
i aint make believe
lookin like a posterboy
yea im nineteen
im a staple in the game
you replaceable
someone cop your style in a second
back breakable
but your flow ain’t malleable
thats a different story
with consistent currency
when you rake it all on the regular
but when you dont, you gotta build up your integrity
doin this shit for real since i was seventeen
lil bitch imma keep on rappin til im seventy
had to work hard on my flows for some brevity
fish out all the cavities cuz real friends only better me
its all about longevity
its never about settling
you gotta get your money tree aight so you can peddle in

MoneyTree (Freestyle) - Single

MoneyTree Freestyle [with Triple Cast]

tokin up and workin on my penmanship
tryna get accepted in and finalize a residence
focus what im servin for my brethren
ridin on the second wind and vyin for a precedent
i bring fire like it defcon two
they stay admirin the set con tu
keep it together and thats on u
keep it together man thats on u

i wanna smoke a j with no opposition
combustin the competition
im fishin to be efficient
our mission is to keep the cut from goin missin
overflowin liquid
got honey ear worms, equip them and they viscous
didnt mean to break the bread off your biscuit but information aint patient for the insufficient
if the flow broken, imma fix it
fuck cops pissin our money away, would rather relocate the tax dollars so they doin thangs
im hand in hand with parallel structure, i keep it evident
goin for the blood and the glory
gory with elegance
what you do for leverage?
common rhetoric peddlin
if your presentation lack interpretation, then you gotta level it and balance it out
i been lazy all month so im airin it out

you cant stand to see me be free
i will not sit on my knees
caught you throwin dirt on my name
im still cleaner than a white tee
i came thru with the vibes brand new
you couldnt learn this in school, you wasted time bein cool
stick to the truth like a leech
free the bots, shoutout to steez
master holy create masterpieces
im holdin peace til im deceased
i seen beauty turn to beast
they blinded by the greed
we the calmest in the east
we get love in the streets cuz respect is everything
lucy wants a wedding ring
you trippin on shoestrings
let us just be kings that take care of our queens and protect our offspring
fuck what they talkin

On U (feat. Master Holy)

imma get a bag
comin back like alumni
imma get a check
you gon text like you love me now
imma send her over, bend it over like its ramadan
i dont need the closure cuz i showed her a phenomenon
i been workin sundays, no sabbath
sleepin thru my mondays, no mattress
"imma get it someday," no talent
hit em with the pump fake, no balance

Phenomenon Interlude

smokin til im elevated
skip the basis when im stuck in stasis
been frustrated, now im animated
basically faded til im out of existence
i wont make it
i dont think youll catch when i fall
some real fake shit
im used to bracin before a wall with medication
they askin how i corrupt the sound
its all makeshift
they askin where i been all my life? i been vacant
usually complainin when i act complacent
runnin inside of a circle thats perpetuatin
thats why im sittin waitin, why im stuck creatin
never ever had a goal or a high grading
that shit sucks when you say it again
i deplore fake fucks ridin trends to fit in
they dont fuck with the game, they just playin to win
i dont fuck with you mane
why you playin defense?
your disposition to tense
its like you stuck on the fence

S.O.T.F.

aint a breadwinner
aint a trendsetter
listenin to other problems like a bartender

they tryna box me into a sound like some tupperware
guess my limited view of the world is what drove me there
suppose the anvil led to the gavel that afflicted despair
hard to pair a couple apples differently from the whole pool that been rotten since they bloomed from the earth
mentality despersed just to learn they spiritually cursed
put first things first
got life fuckin feelin rehearsed
put more coins in the purse, made my talent disperse
had to build shit up back from the dirt
dodging passivity got me fuckin actin alert
forgettin everything i learned
bitch im sittin out for the duration of my existence
the level of my potential and talent equidistant
now they doin bullshit to grab on my attention
reimbursing money like they fillin out a pension
get the fuck up out my mentions

i speak it into existence
convenin all my people
make a scene in the kitchen
flingin all my demons like kareem with the swishes
but its reconciliation if you playin these women
youll see to fruition when its "fuck you, we dip"
so send me pictures when im gone, ill be off the burner
plenty snitches servin hard but they hardly servin
thats a heavy burden
gg leave me in the dark, he aint see me smirkin
the enigma of everything, i know im beside it
gotta fill up the pedigree if we smitin midas
if we indict the titans, be ridin higher than the vikings
we will write the writings to the liking
but when you need what you hate and you hate what you need, just plant a seed of your fate if you payin the fee
and stay maintainin your peace, thats your keep if its the escape you percieve it to be: peace

Breadwinner

im like frankie with the blood on my sneakers
maniac magee with a jesus piece
askin whats been keepin me in stock
my enemies a flock of sheep retreatin off
and aint nobody seem to be the boss
we just heathens seekin god if he fuck with us
if not, we toughen up
so i aint finna diss you
imma hit you with the sucker punch
ready up you fuckin punk
my needs seek more than one on one
meet you face to face
your saving graces just a run and gun
and if i die at 33, it dont mean that im the second coming
my music speak for itself
i got the clock locked
seconds runnin
add some heat for extra fundin
masterpiece in my hands
dont speak to advance
preachin to sham mfs thru a peephole
forget my music peaked at preachin for the people
im at the steeple, im the fourth king
jordan with the fourth ring, i got a couple more in me
some room for more winnings

aint no placehold
why the case closed?
take hold of your souls, cant replace those
gotta control what you cant mold
thats why you cant fold

i might bend a little but i never fold
might sin a little, tell me who dont
in all honesty
i try to live honestly and stick to the code
they told us bout way before we grew old
i try my best to uphold lessons my dad taught
bumpin some black thought
tucked in the house
i need a spouse
i need the bad thoughts to vanish
if i go missin like atlantis, im just fishin or prayin to god but i aint no mantis
but you can get folded if you try to take my piece
everybody gotta eat
i gotta get mines, you gotta get yours
no nickels and dimes, more sellin out tours cuz we tryna feast
i kick in the door
we dont settle no more
its time to settle the score
i hope that you and yours is ready for war
its on the way like your first seed cuz shes in labor, yeah your baby mother
dont need a tshirt, imma put you on the fader cover

33 (feat. Tristmuhjistus)

every day is judgement day in my ministry
gimme a bump if you feelin me
bitches never gettin rid of me
out my vicinity
tryna rush me while im finishing up on the velvet scratchin
throw threes up if the belt been packin
all td up
purge mind
its a crackdown
your new man sellin packs now, need a handout?
you still tryna get noticed
the homie pull up in the focus
make it duly noted the coke has been takin a toll, if you just stuck to droll wont be needin a patdown
wait hold up, you mad now?
keep your pedestal close, this madtown
so instead of you, brodie might crash down
he ahead of you, dont need a cash cow
i been stayin up inside my mindframe
know my mindstate need fixin
im wakin up and still in my ways
take it by day
cheap livin
im stakin up on a friday
fuck a hot plate, im chillin
shits martis gras, im trippin
and you otacon with the bitchin
always think im whippin up a cure with a bottle
im a model for a generation floored
think im generally bored with myself and my background
momma copped a belt, made a man into a battleground
no it aint a problem
bitch im curtis carroll when im stockin up my options
words an oracle
metaphorical with the mosh pit
you playin games?
just stop this
take the tape, just watch this

look
how could i do it again?
if we just pretendin
beggin for severance
why we delayin the end?
huh?
peace
but now you all losin your friends
i been out the bend and never relenting
all i can say with my pen

yes i eliminate all of my enemies
shoot from their mouths so i come with artillery
losin their legs
mane fuck what they tellin me
got him into rappin, call that a mini me
talkin my shit, i might end up like kennedy
but i like writin shit for infinity
all this practicin turned me to a deity
all our morals waterweight like it kreitein
seem like kno one anymore have humility
i skip a beat in this shit where it shouldnt be
nickels and dimes what i get for gratuity
all these bitches fall for me like im gravity
lookin like "fucked up" happen to be your only trait
back down
hunched low
made it hard to face to your consequences
fallin victim to your expenses
build a fence
burn a bridge
made it hard to live with
the face that you back down
always act up but never gettin the act down
gotta assemble the facts and mitigate on the craft
live life like a mission instead of a burdensome task
and im finishin last

OTACON

we had to level up
we aint payin to win
i was down in the dumps
had to finish the game
k/d been low now im playin to win
i remember feelin like i would amount to nothing
this intake of literature got me lookin within
if you dont understand life, you can ask for a friend
you aint gotta do this yourself, get to team managin
no teabaggin
man why you do that to fam?
why dont you try to see in advance that you stuck in a trance?
theres a revolution happenin, you tryna dance
say you did this/did that but what you do for the man?
always fixin to shoot but never know where it lands
cheatin happiness when you go and scramble for xans
shuffle up the deck cuz now i got plans
dont even try with my fists no more
always an automatic hit
ocean flowin
potion pouring
while the diction is crisp

the game knocked
imma let it in
my mane popped off
you never speak again
shits a ten
fuck a count tho
speakin for my honchos
rainin on my paper, i aint even bring a poncho
add it to the raps
to the fullest
i ride the thunder
stray bullets defined my summer
this bullshit gon pile us under
theres no retortin
your champions promote extortion and theres no remorsin
just keep balancing
evoke emotions
get your show in motion
for malcolm
for mac
breonna
for jack
for all the ancestors buried deep inside the cracks between the grooves of your hands that you lift to the man in the moon
what the world do to you is a travesty
indoctrinated radically
slip off the basic balance
lift your chalice to a new majesty
make a move
create the rules for you and save some time for publishin
stake a claim between the crime and punishment

Pay 2 Win

from the university of minnesota fall 2020 beat contest
happy one-year anniversary to batshit!
farewell, soundcloud

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