Verse 1:
I am the judge, the mothafuckin jury and the executioner
Like a moth to a flame, Phoenix from the ashes I simply cannot crash or burn
Don’t hold a grudge, run off in a hurry to go wreck up the introvert
So many bigots done tried my gangsta, disinterested in this work
I wish to monetize all these channels that put some respect on they listeners
Give ‘em they power back times ten, for saving my life from the devil’s dirt
Others I kept my opinions to thine self, still wishing all of the best to them
I got too much unconditional love, and I disconnected from the hecklers
It ain’t my fault you chose wrong, now I’m revoking all of your privileges
Nobody invested or put the work in with me, please do not test the messenger
Don’t go cursing God’s chosen One, not all of my stories are secular
So whatever the fuck any of you conspired to say, you better double check your verse
This chess, they playin with checkers
And I kill ‘em with silence, they vegetables
They weren’t expecting me to be at a precipice with the divine, (I’m higher than Everest)
Hold ‘em accountable for doing insurmountable damage, it’s about to get plenty tense
Go stand in the corner, I gave you a warning
This underdog more than a mentalist
I took my belt off on all of these bitches, bend em all over, then bless her curves
Thumb in the ass, admire the back splash
While I’m checking her temperature
Growing inside, I fill em with pride, eyes open wide at the extra girth
My foot on the neck on all of these niggas, survival by any means necessary
They should’ve never double crossed me from the jump, or even had questioned my intellect
Providing a service to heal for millennia
Plenty defenses, so rest assured
I’ve got that ESP when it comes to their ancestors
And they know I’m fresh to death, berserk how they
Curry the favor of God, because they know that I’m heaven sent

Verse 2:
Inter dimensional sex uncensored
Stalking my presence for vestiges
…tried fuckin me raw, dissolving my essence
Still I’m protected in tentative bursts
Give a trephination, shot to the skull
Then swallow me whole-and blend it in burps
I’ve proven a delicacy to the senses, spreading her legs give ‘em head first
Enough of the games, I carry the torch, scorching the Earth with a prayer breakfast
They called me Satanic and said I was hedonist
…when I couldn’t care less
I keep to myself but I’m very aware of the readers who tried to lure me to death
But I keep ‘em in check
Won’t give ‘em a cent, they know who I am, so no no need to stress
I rest with the Father and my heart acknowledges all of the wickedness cast on their head
The saying is good, I cut off their legs, they slither on bellies so lest we forget
I break the sound barrier, carrying news from beyond, cus I’m not bound to flesh
Created a mess of my destiny, but they not part of my pedigree
Pure bred with a marksman mind, mankind’s own human centipede
Black Lava Hawaiian sea salt for the cleanse
Cus all done they tried to get the best of me
She sucking that shit like it’s “brother.darrell”, wishing I’d put her ass to bed
When I leave, I’m gone for good
Like when your Dad left for cigarettes
Snow on the bluff, witnessed from a street view,
All the corruption of Presidents
Caught in the crossfire of destruction
To none of these lands, I’m indigenous
My Kingdom is not of this Earth, and the Mother just told me don’t mention it
Asked if it was okay to disclose who I was and 
She told me just let ‘em guess
So fuck you.

TheEmpress

10 Cups Freeverse Prod. Yung Nab

The Magic Conch Shell

Verse 1:
So I hit em with five blows, fuck ya’ll hoes
Cus I gotta go ten fold, two fold
My arms are now folded with two swords, at a crossroads
Put the cloth on my eyes
And no Stockholm
Sherlock Holmes
I’m The Magic Conch Shell, “maybe some day”
But it’s ALL (No), don’t ask again
Hours of Operation are to ya’ll, closed
Wench cursed, drenched thirst, quench first, sip
Swallow
Pineapple juice in my mainstream, begging for income
Till I’m hollowed, no Kevin Bacon, but if Wes Craven had him a talk show
I know your appetite for me to pacify you don’t go unnoticed, you a spendthrift - on trans. call-girls
No disrespect at all, hell
Living tall tales, giving out false hope
Ball gag for air till the cock crows,
Dominate her ass, head honcho

To a temptress, I’m the Empress, limp bitches
Revive you from all these time lows
How my tongue moves? Pecan swirls.
Lick dew drops from a Lotus, lip locked put her ass in hypnosis, with a slow kiss,
…she’ll Glock smoke
Giving top ramen on a hot stove
Asphyxiate you, with an anaphylactic shock flow
The wheel grinds and as time slows, yeah it grinds fine
I’m a fine wine, Sauvignon Blanc hoe
Taking a trip down memory lane
Wetter than that Chavet Cave, Ardèche, or like Annonay
Shave her pussy bald foreplay, Captain Picard, no correlation here to the Strongbow, is that landing strip for me?
How did I astral travel to Schaumburg, Dupage?
(Only God knows)
“Uh…Et tu, Brute? Gift you bouquets, grip your booty?”
Rene Descartes goatee, like PAC All EYEZ on Me
“Cogito ergo sum” to sum up the whole phrase
I am that I am, and they all know…
My cognition better On Demand
…cogs in the wheel-quicksand, junkyard chodes

She’s asking…

Hook:
Can I say sorry now? (No)
Could you please call me now? (No)
Could you please follow me on the IG, see me wild’n out? (No)
Can I play with myself on the camera? Will you subscribe to my channel? (No)
Will you reply to my request for you to pipe me down? (Nooo)


Verse 2:
I’m bathing in 18-1, calming my nerves in Arnica salt
This for the 18 and up, nigga
Perdón for her sorrowful psalms
I’ll read your inner life from the sweat on your palms
You know that I’m a Renaissance man, eye of the storm, the lust around me so carnal
Watermelon and Mint, this sugar scrub for my 99 problems
I’m steel milled oatmeal to the skin, gonna cream pie in her peach cobbler
I’m Tiger Balm for you Fed niggas, got clove oil for their bitter nausea
Whole lotta niggas need housing, (and) whole lotta bitches need counseling
Doublin’ down, they seek relief, I’m a cheeky motherfucker, got them rubbing on they pussy muffling my name out in they fuckin pillow wearing …nothing to bed but stilettos skin like Amaretto 
I’m a lucky fellow
Bass in the voice, first string Cello, she shell shocked that I’m saying Hell No…
I’m smoking on this damn Backwoods cigarillo
Praying to God out near the Weepin Willows for my return
But the only thing coming round them is the silhouettes of my great great great grandparents
Haunting their every move, sleepin in the fetal position like Armadillo without its armor
Don’t bring no drama here to my doorstep
That’ll teach you to climb through my fuckin window
Bitches want me to have they babies
No father figure, just Uncle maybe
Uncanny valley, in the slums of Satan
They worship, but even he won’t take em
Thought he stole her from me, but I indeed have short-changed him
Watch how a nigga turn more tables
Real King of Hollywood, like Clark Gable
Read the dossier bout me, I’ve upgraded
I won’t trade my war secrets with you or anyone you’re affiliated with.
Cus I’m the Lord’s favorite.
No offense, but some is taken.

The Magic Conch Shell Prod. Yung Nab

Dying for Love

Verse 1:

The Sun is my sniper-like awareness
And the moon is my safety
The only air bender you’ll ever meet who lived beyond generations
They tried to paint me into a mural
But life with me is a mosaic
Had em deep into they feelings, but I’m also grounded in anchorage
Monday an infant smiled at me, and her joy was amazing
I wished her well throughout her journey
I could tell I entertained her
She could feel that I was in pain, though because her smile soon faded
She knows I bring new life into this world, but I can just as soon take it
It’s all a cycle of my creation, and I don’t play about my Maker
Partly proletariat, I earn an honorable wage, but
Slippery slope if I act shady, the irony just don’t escape them
I’d rather you hear it from me, first
Then from somebody who won’t face me
Talking bout how I fell off because a nigga lackadaisical
I’m more awake to my sensations and it scares them quite frankly
The last royal bloodline, in my Masonic Apron
Support from Iris Viacrusis, for the King’s Coronation
Enough of the fucking riff raff, before I cut off your brain stem
I asked the Shepard for advice, they say don’t resuscitate em
She said it’s us against the world but I just needed to be patient
You never keep a King waiting for a seat at his own table
You must be crazy

Won’t have me…(dying for your love)

Verse 2:
The only thing insane to me is hearin all you fuck niggas complaining
I ain’t smokin these days, habits of mine evaporated
Yeah I don't sleep no more, nigga
My deepest thoughts are circadian
She got that Peter Pan syndrome, when I indulge into her sacral
She at the window leaning over, while she's wrapped into a blanket
Nose to her navel, breathing her in, just like an elaborate banquet
Slow jammin while I’m inside her, hands grippin on your ankles
Wake in the middle of the night right about when the arousal hits the greatest
So I just close my eyes and go wherever her darkness try to take me
I take on fear like a man, factoring in my own immunization
My autobiographical stare is more than enough of a mothafuckin statement
Like there’s some higher purpose in me,
...stakes were just too high to explain it
All in laymen’s terms
Her body shivers in sex transmutation
Too much of a life force to ignore, your depression does
Emit a fragrance
Life in perpetuity, you couldn’t really ruin me at all little baby
I’m Black Dhalia, with the cut, and I got that crucifix cadence
Assuming the world revolves around you cus your life is Ptolemaic
Totally underestimate him, and my lifestyle underrated
Unadulterated, I’ve got the world at my disposal
I don’t waste it...yeah

Dying for Love Freeverse Prod. Yung Nab

You killed my brother, it’s like they tried to kill a part of me Boo
They cheated on me, like a part of me discarded me too
You wanted to turn me into a monster, but I’m a horror debut
I swear I fucking had it with all of you dishonorable
Heartless wrecks of simple beings, but I’m not calling you human 
They say the one who stands up to evil is He who conquers the room
Speaking less to listen more to form a logical truth
Parts Unknown, Bourdain tells me that y'all a shame to humanity
Bunch of fucking maggots, living on the brink of insanity
This is my Kitchen Confidential, controversial calamity
I know he allegedly took his life in Kaysersberg-Vignoble
Bunch a Turkeys controlling freedom, no Constantinople
Nope, you fake with silicate, in a world deemed less hopeful, where nobody should know you.
A tessellation of the times, say it ain’t so,
Living amongst you carpetbaggers, I’m the wordplay mogul, even exert great vocals, and disturb they skull holes, bifurcate my souls growth
You sound like Hannity, easy baked like Stouffer, all of you showboats 
Cannot kill a depressive virus, it’s like a leech to the skin
You shot Boo in cold blood so now I'm speaking for him
Scot passed away suddenly after my meeting with him
You wanna sit here and tell me that was all a mere coincidence?
One week after the next, guess that’s supposed to be tolerable 
Get on your knees and take this sword smith to the cleft of your chin
Talk out of turn, and I’ll decide what happens next to your kin
Leave you in a hot boiling edifice, House of Wax with my etiquette
No forgiving the misfortune that you brought to my tenement 
You made my mother cry too, every second was precious with him
Breaking your walls down, and have you fleeing the premises 
You have it all but you lose
You think because you’re in the multi’s 
That I won’t cause a new Genesis?
I’m sending you straight to fucking hell, now that’s  a soul-long sentence bitch
You played around for too long, now this shit getting repetitive 
Monitor lizards so amused by the turmoil that I’m witnessing
It’s enough of an insult just sharing oxygen with you
Set a nigga up for failure with impossible news
Say I ain’t bout it ONE more time, and yes I’m talking to you
I’m sending chills to you spineless, bitch dutty whine’n's
Slick with your silence, so I outreach to the Hierophants to find an iota of some peace  n quiet
You want to charge it to the game? 
I’ll put you in a Hangman and let you crochet this rope with diamonds 
Signed your life over to the Devil, now he’s calling you home 
You’ll go from ballin to broke, now you can see exactly how it feels all over again, all because you wanted the smoke, inciting hate
Too many arrows in my quiver
Too much pain in my heart
No love around me to repair 
Not enough shots to my liver and this water ain’t gone kill him 
I can’t drink the pain away, to try to kill all this indifference
No mood stabilizer, 
All my anger contained cus I don’t want them noise violations nigga
All the pure rage that I done felt had to reel it in across the ripples of time, cus you out of line, yeah
You ain’t no fuckin friend of mine, 
Tilikum to troubled waters, Black Sheep, Black Fish to an ocean brackish
Now I’m just a stranger to you niggas
I’m endangered to you riddlers, ham fisted, 
I done sat back, laughed at enough fucking comedy, now I’m growing bitter
And these times gettin sickening
TikTok breed malevolence 
Hours no longer synchronic 
Just sick of the world that I’ve come to know
What was once beautiful at first glance
Has lost its glow
Ain't nothing fuckin funny anymore
Their nose real runny, where it’s always fuckin Sunny that it’s growing uncomfortable 
Cattle prod you meat riding dummies, hoe
I’m too Philosophical with mine
And the land of milk and honey
Has gotten so spoiled rotten, funky
But it’s fuck me right?
It’s always something right?
The road has gotten bumpy right?
Mold spores all over the country right?
No more of his discoveries, right?

The Empire Strikes Back Prod. Yung Nab

Verse 1:
Yeah…
I’ve run out of patience
I’m done feeling anxious
I don’t fuck with you bassheads
Insufferable agents, and my cut is abrasive
Imposter syndrome, but it’s clear that ya’ll faceless and shall remain nameless
Recovered from the lesions, new lease on my life
I sense that you hate this
You know I don’t care, that test was a cakewalk
They sprinkled with bacon!
Wanna take her own life, just so I can’t escape it-shit’s crossing the line
But I have been gracious
Swine wallowed in mud, I let ‘em go play in it…
You know I should kill you, like I’m Mr. Rainsford
They hired a teen try to take me out my element, they were underdeveloped and ain’t know no better
Using children to do a man’s work, you a predator
Then let ‘em rot in a cell while you laugh cus you devilish
Most dangerous games, but I write with a testament
Let Set have their way as the serpent of Chaos and deal with disgraces by way of this playlist
Won’t sell myself short, fester retaliation
My neighbors get paid on some weirdo surveillance,
Try to steal biometrics, get face augmentation
For your hare brained schemes, this a shake up
lil bitch better wake up. 
Beggars can’t be choosy.
Watch how I done cut with the fade, like I’m Boosie…oops.
They say you cannot teach an old dog new tricks
Mistake spillin tea for them having loose lips
If you scared go to church you can take the Eucharist
Mumble rap, moaning myrtles, no Eucalyptus
You wanted Vernichtungsschlacht like this the Blitz
All the dirt that they spread on my name, let it rinse, bitch

Verse 2:
I came a long way from them hood, boogers
I see they still up to no good, sugar.
All that face you can save it, I put in my resignation for indefinite duration,
No longer your saviors
Unable to perform to the same extent that I could have.
I knew all along bout your shady arrangement
You want what I have but can’t carry the freight
You can’t train in my weight or pray to trade places
Even trying to size up this angel’s outrageous
Dysregulation and no way to outpace me
They cannot frustrate me, I’m the man of this station
And I manifest daily, so they call me a faggot
With cigarette breath, stains on they smokers jacket
Can’t beat me nigga I’ll take you to the cleaners, get to packing for I cause you an accident
You don’t know my energy bitch go do your research
Wanna be a me too bitch but it’s me first
Straddled two sides of the fence, holes in their story like mental foramen, Milwaukee Drill set up
Just watch the switch up, those downloads are hiccups
All in hopes they can break in, no longer invited, so they just want to take shit
Fuck kissing and making up
Cause separation, finagle everything that I brought to the table, not my fault you unstable
With impeccable timing, corrupt every angle
They seek to destroy everything I created
So insulated against triangulation
Paranoid that I’ll out you for lying to them all
And all the while snapped their own limb in the process
La cucarachas on its back from a top spin
Rebounded in a coffin
So I’ll tell you what, I welcome cachola’s with water for brains to try to get me to…holup
Put a bitch on her back for trying to control him
This hemp oil calming, and I stretch her like Yoga
A broke ass hoe only killin the boner
She lookin like “Doh!” Cus I won't home her…
Hobosexual, oh what is the meaning?
Gave her back to the street, like the pothole that she is
Slowing my growth, she too focused on penis…
I soweth my seed, then I say I don’t need this
Don’t tell me we beefin…
When we were not eatin
You a delinquent
Chasing these infrequents, didn’t heed any warnings, it’s just like you demons to jeer against Jesus
Pick up all of your teeth from the ground, from this beating
They sat in the meeting, dumbfounded and queefin, played with the boss, punching the clock, or sucking the cock
Give that bitch extra padding for all of that bleedin, 
Stuck with the clot
I’m Horus the Elder, seek shelter for cheating
And I’m hearing I'm turning skeptics into believers

The South Node Prod. Yung Nab

DOTI

Verse 1:

Same niggas looking at Me crazy but they can’t exterminate Me
I smell the hate from miles away, watch how they regurgitate me
Spit up choking on my name, they forgot to burp the baby
They ran them bid numbers up just to summon the works of Hades
A lie built on a lie, it multiplies and it forms a changeling
I call upon none other than the Lord to come and save Me
Take these broken wings and carry them 88 paces
I was blatantly harassed, because they’d rather me a vagrant with my heart vacant
Seeking to attack me, handlers equipped, they can’t deny
Read Ecclesiastes at random, and flip the 13:5
She dancin with Black Phillip, Hot 107.9
Denied my access to God, they acting like some tough guys
Tears streaming down they face, they know I’m sent by the Divine
Shorty said that I must’ve been puffin thin ice
All the criticism thrown at me, unjustified
Fall out of line, you’ll be DOTI nigga

Hook:

Verse 2:

You better kill that false pride
House on a Haunted Hill, preparing for a landslide
The trumpet sounding the alarm about a nigga worldwide
Shellshocked, give ‘em the Haka like the Māori tribe
So they tried to bring Me Hell on Earth, but I feast on fallen angels
El Tigre Ojo with the pounce, let it charge on the table
I have an antivenom strike, watch how I emulsify
I don’t need no lubrication, fucking on you four times
Dermatobia Hominis, niggas swarm like Botflies
Fuck all of you niggas, I shout it like a war cry
Cold shouldering the Priest, so their guaranteed sure fire
No chance to reconcile, I’m prophesying through the wire
They sell they body, want to sacrifice me?
I purified
Everything they say against me came to pass in your life
They lucky it’s my last, I murked niggas on the front lineS
I was forced to live humble, for decorated war crimes
Now they DOTI

Verse 3:

Almost soldiered up again, but didn’t - death is over taxed
Lot of lost souls clutch on Me otherwise they’d woulda been trapped
Red dot on My head, you saw Me as a Bullseye
Faith in all of the unknown, you See it in My Moon Sign
Who else had your back really when they knew your troop died?
I’m the one that weighed their hearts with
A sip of Red Meiomi wine
I’m not heartbroken over loss, so I’ll let this song cry.
Don’t be cruel to me nigga, I got the gift of foresight
The population as a whole has a common core vice
5th of November, plus she ain’t a sight for sore eyes
They hacked my system, remember the keystrokes on and offline
New terroristic wave, personality is apartheid
The Ancestors on speed dial, like Mordecai
He got a mail order bride, and she left his ass both times
Money ain’t shit, vultures pick apart your raw hide
Little Star, Bold Shine, she recognize it’s go time
Sucking on me with a passion need a wet floor sign
Ya’ll better familiarize yourselves, I’m not a fucking tour guide
I ain’t got shit else left to gain fuckin with no small fries
Iki Wabi Sabi that’s amore, pure azure light
Don’t even bother coming back to lie, I’m on my shit now
I’ll give a bitch a couple Bobbie pins, fo she get dicked down
She planned out a whole robbery and had to fuckin ditch town
Moving Ricky Smiley with the celly
See who acting slick now
Tried to trap him with a baby, but she’s getting tricked out

DOTI Prod. Eskimo Beats

Verse 1:
Da Hell I got something for all of you ne’er do wells
Got an heirloom gift, and I built the Arc like Steve Carrell
This the covenant of Virgin Mary
A sip from the bloody Holy Grail
Warfare blotted on Google maps
I told you three that you would fail
You bandaided a slimy wound
And now you can’t ignore the smell
You know I’m a healer by trade; My soul and My energy is rare
The only Indigo that ever mattered, they usin that title to boost sales
I’m to embrace the Maternal Instinct
The World is feminine, and grimy nigga you a snail
All that phlegm you spit is on the trail
Your words contribute to the rift, you created a shift behind veils
All these niggas good at doing these days is dick riding carousels
Expecting compromise from me they know that ship has long since sailed
But yet I pray for them still, for they know not who they kill
It’s really the child in them, point on this doll, where they were touched and describe to me how it felt
You’re Paranoid of My skill
Clearly devoid of the Real
Goin gouache with their habits, playing with oil pastels
On a smear campaign, just look at all of these colors in their fingernails
Strip tease subliminal meanings, too tied up at Vegas Chippendales
Rochester sniffing on the rails, poindexter, kiss, pen to show and tell
Magic before your very eyes
See my deep magnitude begin to tip off the Richter Scale
Say they surviving what they sell
It’s all hate they have for themselves
Anthrax is all in the mail
They poppin the addy just to feel
They poppin the Xanny is just to heal
Damn near losing their common sense
Not to fuck with your brother.darrell

You were sayin?

Verse 2:
I go at my own pace, so fuck your deadline
They wanna hit, should be the one that’s paying me to maraud all your ears like Quest, Tribe
I’m the unstoppable force that meets an immovable object
Even my pops who threw me shade knows that his son is the prophet
And it’s all love regardless, decor with florals the final nail in the coffin cus we ain’t talkin
Carotid arterial blockage
All the Oolong Tea I spill
All of it is of their own self loathing, I see your team losing clientele
Stomp them niggas straight out, too hot to trot, like a Clydesdale
It’s gotten too Haram now, Bey trapped in the maze at a Renaissance Fair
Guerrilla tactic brackets, commas, IRS see past the pale, they codependent on the dinner bell
Pavlov dogs whine, Zinfandel
White lies, read and sent to Hell
Transcribed by the Devil himself
Blow the trumpet, sound of judgement, on these yellow Daffodils,
Gluttonous with the pigswill, can’t save you from the Seventh Seal when demons are livin in the details
They apply the same lipstick, like it’s hog Heaven up in here
Too hot to pocket this scarab, diggin under the skin and now they’re scared
These niggas ain’t got nothin better to do up in Beverly Hills
Denying the flat out truth that My whole life has been a drill
Audience synch Clair
Congested nostrils
I ain’t picking up they put downs
Plaque built onto their enamel, that dental dam needin repair, when I strip em of all they crowns
You ain’t never had buy in, a try hard, slowly dying in anticipation
Smoke they brains out medically because of an oral fixation, bitch
That they insist on hiding from the public
Because the speculation crazy
My wordplay is too divisive, I’m unsubscribing from you lately
Cus niggas I ain’t fuckin playin
I won’t call a grown nigga Baby

Harambe Prod. Yung Nab

Verse 1:
Put down the metaphorical pen and pad and watched them wage war to blame Me when divorce court occurs
I defeated their greatest warrior they were too busy just scorching Mother Earth
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, said the Coroner
Nordic courage, it inspired metamorphosis
I severed the heads off the Gleeok for their torture work
Forged signatures playing a blood sport with a Sorcerer
Shango with the double axe, traumatic blunt force striking down on all these extraterrestrial foreigners
They’re terrified because I see the dead, and call Me Mortimer
Playing in the sandbox it’s filled with graveyard dirt
Found her biological evidence at the mortuary, shots fired this shit has gone berserk
Inciting mad rage even at the store clerk
He playing with hearts and need a tampon, nigga; I spilled tea on why this whore is cursed with her sword reversed
They’re on a witch hunt, pitch forks with the tongue of a serpent, calling Me the sick son, but I’m never coming back to reconcile, and I won’t call you sir, nigga.
But paid to get Me merked for all intensive purposes
I’ll reiterate this for the ones in the way back this ain’t gratis, even if I get delayed satisfaction, I ain’t overreacting, and Lord knows I’m risk-averse,
Salivating at My updates, unable to quench your goddam thirst
I wanted to live My best life, you bitches wanted Me at My worst...
You wanna steal My cadence too, when I’d happily give the shirt off my own back
Slinging it over your shoulder like it’s a Tori Burch, let’s just talk facts
I was more than generous, and even took a second to stand down on the tertiaries because I know they all smoke crack

Are ya’ll Triple P?
Is that success or just difficulties?
Laundered dirty money, probably through Boba Tea
Fuck politicians I wanna see COFA freed
Watching all My sympathy run dry, and the joke ain’t on Me
Egos too fragile when exposure goes deep

Verse 2:
You best to stay in your mother fucking lane, nigga
I hear you play in the Supermarket aisle with the bacon and eggs nigga
Bunch of square pegs, nigga, you trying to fit in round holes, My inner circle choked, it’s just Me, fuck you folks
You niggas owe Me an unpaid debt, more than your vessel’s worth, but I’m sure you all know it, and you’re far from heroic
Gemologist, not a friend but a con artist way out in the open
Jesus Christ, Marie, they’re minerals, but he OD’d on percs, why you showboating?!
Opioid addict deficiencies, so any day their gonads could burst
No way out of their madness, I’m just scratching the surface
Pleasure to once again be at your motherfucking service!
I marched out head high from the Pantheon
Baphomet that climbed up the Grand Teton
On par with this driver no tea time
One pentacle away from a free mind
Wanted guidance to put an end to My life this is war so fuck your peace sign, you a jihad
I don’t negotiate with terrorists, I’m too street smart, steer clear of heifers, hit the sweet spot
Shower cap (You’re a liar) 
Power Nap
Napa Valley,
Take My Power back,
Watch Towers collapse
Screening all incoming mail and I ain’t in prison
Fatalism in My fortune telling read it with indifference
I’m acknowledging they’re all hard headed like a priapism
I will never suffer fools blindly, I decided to put that shit behind Me
And I don’t need the evidence, the answers find Me
Shit, to predict My next move, you would have to crucify Me.

Predator Prod. coex6st

Verse 1:

I gotta laugh at the riotous competition.
You lie bout not having a pot to piss in.
Unless it was where ya’ll wash the dishes.
The pot here calling the kettle black,
There too many cooks inside the kitchen.
You cannot deny Me, can’t market the modern mystic, I’m enlightened living in suspension
Who’s dreamscape better than oculus vision
On distant shores, deep out in the jungle,
Santeria botched up their intention
And you watch Me through a crimson lens
Why cleft high, mirage on rye, fermented, ooh…
I know just how to kill a mic, My energy on Kilojoules
Your good work is half done little tykes, still swimming around in kiddie pools
Street nigga with common sense, raised right with the elephant in the room
I’ve dived with whales, I’ve fed giraffes, I’ve swam with alligators too.
Pioneered new frontier…
What makes you think I’m scared of you?
I’m on My own now, fuck My hometown
Ya’ll just wanted Me to lose.
You beggars won’t ever get to choose.
They’ll butter you up, to see you die
Arrogantly resting…on cloud nine, watch skyfall data trickle down their roots
Eyes bawling out to the Moon
What’s J. K. Rawling to a snitch?
I did all this without a check
I’m a white witch without a broom
I watch all your wishes go to waste just like detritus interludes
You are on My time, no bling, no hotline…
Cus I’ve had it with all the abuse
No noose tied around My neck
I’m the royal flush to the refuse
No third party to a Judas.
No Two Faced Harvey’s in the room.
Left a proper dent on society, I’ve constantly had to diffuse…
The atomic bomb dispelling gossip molecules Monarch Butterfly to music
I’m far too auspicious, to be left dazed upon your confusion
You indoctrinated to this rap shit, I’m noncompliant with all your rules.
I don’t owe ya’ll loyalty

Verse 2:

I walk with no security, no they not human to you and me
You can’t push no button while I live
And I plan to live beautifully 
You see that I’m conscientious of My plumage
And I counter strike brutally
I’m Bagheera to these woods, nigga
Ain’t none of this shit new to Me
I don’t mind the smell of blood either
You’re on a diet that’s gluten free
Ruffling feathers of the grouse
I Am the walking Phoenix to foolery
And ya’ll are funny little jokers, 
Even when you wanted Me in lack, 
And you never thought to have My back…
Now I have your spinal cord on wax
Ya’ll are pretentious and unfocused, carbon copy to the max
And justice is what I’m seeking, Olivia stashed it in her snatch
I’m locked down onto your defenses, I’m worried sick bout ya’ll emotions (you okay?)
Weathering the tide and Ocean of Change, to be frank, she’s knows I’m better with words unspoken
My wordplay is the ambrosia putting Orishas on the map cus goddam it I’m finna snap
Whether in Camden or the Bronx
Doppelgängers they gonna manufacture
Sip TAZO Tea light Mainichikoh 
Cus ya’ll ain’t shit, and that’s a fact
…on rooftops feeling hopeless
Because their verdict took a crap
Visit the realm of the unseen, to boost your morale on center stage, upgrade your acumen and inner confidences, 
Met TIP before I went to college, I became a true Urban Legend
You all ain’t eatin, when your closest homie is causin botulism
I walked right into the hot seat, through My own Somnambulism 
Ya’ll better take the safety off the stick, cus you ain’t gon’ rob Me nigga
I’m keeping score so don’t think this won’t go undocumented
I hush to these untrained puppies that yelp for attention, I’m too harsh a critic nigga…

Verse 3:

I spottem and gottem the liver is rotten
So I got cautious optimism
I stand firm in My belief like rigor mortis to their trigger warning predilections 
Do something nigga, prodigal son with a bullet proof vest swallow
Cubensis, but I’ve got The Golden Halo, this is strictly confidential and locked for discretion
More or less monumental, death creeping in for you coffin kissers
I can transmute against you dark magicians
From kill shots, to clotted vessels
They want Me to fail, with a less than honorable mention.

Mr. Wifebeater Prod. Dopesteinbeats-[iiinfinite]

Screenshot, screenshot, screenshots…Just can’t get it up, huh? I don’t blame you. Hoki Pilau. Who the fuck you think you are? They can’t eliminate My Mana from their podcast discussions…whole lotta back channel operations, you a handler, not a hustler. They say they’re hunters, but I think you meant to say ya’ll pig fuckers. You ain’t able to look in the depth of My eyes, I serve karmic Justice. Bottle your anger before you niggas all get bludgeoned in the stands. I’ll show you bloodshot make it so you don’t molest a mic again. I’m the great illuminator, and you lookin like an idiot to your friends. Everything about Me a rarity. Radio glued to your water head, I got clarity to see disparaging niggas all up on the bends. You’re gonna need someone new to lean on, like the nigga Gary Smith. I’ll illustrate why this is a blood sport, peel off your gang’s skins. False boy wonder feed his hunger, posting Tik Tok clips. I Am a stones throw through the Koolau’s, but we cannot trade wins, you break wind. Guzzling up Pabst Blue Ribbon, cackling like true gibbons. They huddled up only to allow Me to ransack you on the fifth. Your great grandmother knows that I speak passionately with the Dead. I See your Uncle here too, and we had a laugh at your expense. Grilled chicken heads with hearty capers. When I cook I do it major. Your bad liver, bad diet, w/ a Mountain Dew chaser. Bruised ribs dude didn’t realize that he had sinned against a Savior. You don’t get out of jail free, nigga I can smell the bad behavior. Frothy mouth, fixated on cliche content creators. Dive into a cold madness, w/ Antarctica screen savers.

I’ve been in Brumation; waiting to break the ice, either now or later. You a power bottom shallow Hal chasin debutante traitors. You didn’t obtain any aces, you just a bullheaded enabler. They call My old girl a slut, I guess I’m just a slut maker. 🤷🏽‍♂️They bitched out, emasculation, with counterfeit calculations. I read your energy month’s ago, just waiting for your betrayal…I even got the names right, I’m the real Hierophant, the Great White. 🌋Local slum dogs heard the fireworks and tried to take flight. Chased a goofy with a bag, replaced with men in drag the same night. I see them taking swift lefts, like they ain’t for the gay rights. I’m for equality but hate when they hideaway in plain sight. Ya'll in My district, misfits, shit sniffers. You ain’t a leader in the community, you on a low caste system. Tabitha sat at the foot of My bed. The true definition of a haole, you act just like a city slicker. Silver tongued no platinum grill. Egomaniac relations out here faking. Sellout pussy, eat her emotions with a vat of Blue Bunny. Bitch lay on your back for pay, how the fuck you still ain’t got no new money? Hanuman reaching for the Sun, father stretch My hands. Nigga got a face that only a mother could love but, just at a glance, damn. 🌞

I commit to every knockout, and no gloves. Popping in just once is fine, don’t wanna extend no courtesy you get to be the butt of My punchlines. Snorting a little Kashmiri snowflake since sundown. The jitters is high, standing on the ledge...

Parvati and Shiva handling these looney goons, forcing them into tortured sleep, yo…While I got the Trishula, they’re crossing the lines, disturbing the peace; I wash My hair with palo santo to diffuse the spirit of cheats. If I stampede on the skull, I’m screwing the metal deep into the cleats. They catching back to back cases tied up in a alliance of creeps. They mad that I don’t wanna compromise, don’t ask Me why nigga, sheesh. What is the sound of one hand clapping, when I smack down on her cheeks? Matter of weeks, you want a fuckin beat down, clown, like the Punch and Judy fable? At risk of contracting disease by getting Vampire Facials? Flipping out on all of the homies now because I’m turning the tables. These grown men writing up angry poetic lines and all in a terrible cadence. Call it justice with a frown, cus we don’t live in copasetic times….

Black Air Forces Prod. docent

Brother.
I’m at no loss for words
But it hurts too much to invest in a scream
Let’s jump in and mosh a verse together as we watch this hearse engine breathe
My Adamantium soul sharpened carvin’ up turkeys, I’m Wolverine
Godlike security clearance, My whole fortress setting is now on Brinks
Got a .357, a pump action Maverick 88, what a way to intervene…
Pending permit to acquire so I can quell the darkest of My dreams
Those on My mark might’ve ruffled those feathers out of place playin on My being
I’ve got this Japanese style bedding, I’m fuckin raw with no box spring
Acrimony from My main stalker, but her dumb ass done fled the scene
I got a Navy Seal Mind, I'm giving ya’ll niggas Hell Week every week
That fine detective watching over Me lookin just like Taraji P.
You’re right to be suspect of 'em all, they ain’t OG, they pussy pink
You Part Time with the divine, well I’m on a contracted salary.
Hoes have a seat, you can’t stand to See Me both win and then be at peace, all that jealousy just makes you weak all that Gringott’s Goblin talk ain’t cheap…
Leaving well enough alone this Saturday, because their Sabbath is obsolete…

I told you to stop playing with Me, now you gotta swallow what you speak
With a crow sittin upon My shoulder, passover message like nature’s freak, dressed like a Sheik
Leaving them pressed in an all white Egyptian cotton sheets
With a toe tag dangling from their feet,
The widow don’t want Me to sign off on this lease…

That brother wantin a nigga to rap, well let Me wrap up a few things in circumspect
I See indigo not red, when I turn in to the Incredible Hulk, My inner strength the credibility King, got an inevitable ring (Gimme cred!)
Serving pestilence in bulk, hate that I’m woke
(And they want Me dead)
The fallen crown is a metaphor for when a caged bird no longer sings
Perpetuating a lonely myth, and on his desecrated tombstone it reads succinct:
“Here lies the hero’s divine gift, but his curse was the one well received.”
TSA Strip SEARCH found insulate explosive inside his drink
Like My deescalation tactics or should Abraxas intervene?
Should they speak to the claims adjuster and then attack the policy?
Should they rinse the blood out of their clothes, instead of that cash money laundering?
Sitting numb at the Basilica feeling lost from that IP monitoring
Suboxone in the cheek is leaving them now with teeth enamel gritted
Prescription made for syphilis or some congenital derivative, (ugh) it’s
Their aggression that will be stalled out, cus I feel they’ve got the message
That VP40 is a beast too, but I’ll handle your beef with Me on beats…
I’ve told you none of this phases Me especially celebrity
So this too shall also pass, anachronistic inconsistency
I Am the Spirit of the Black Moth, the death of which, is a mystery
Only I have the gall to solve, when you’re engulfed in black history, fuckas

Horus' Eye (Freeverse) Prod. Eyez

Yo What up…? Yo What up…? 
Pearls before Swine, I destroyed your whole anthropomorphic convoy 
What up…? Yeah, I was the Trojan Horse, nigga…what up…?
They thought that the heat of it all would still keep up this mirage.
But I’m seeing enemies die, hol up boy.
I took the route of the free man, you know I’m at peace man, I walk alone, you ain’t even ambulatory…
San Diego to San Catalina…
Hasta luego, helluva drug, I’m that cocaina
My stoicism seems to be My all time greatest feature
Taught a lesson to em all, you can’t outrank the teacher
Two $2500 installments later, I broke the sound barrier when I stopped offering favors, 
Pilot G2 ball point pen to la papier…
See even better now how they try to photocopy major
Jealous nigga can’t stop to appreciate ya
Now it’s silent, I got Plus P’s for the copy pasters
Shallow Grave for you niggas if you try to say sum’
Got the spade in light of day, yeah I like to save Sun.
Voldemort psychotherapist Moonlights as a damn informant, claimed that I was a terrie, but no Yorkshire
They’re just intimidated that I perform the Lord’s Work
Adjudicated on probation, so he did more dirt
And the next sentence he receives will be the main torture.
No success like the The Rail and these Change Orders
Ya’ll are pitiful for lying, put on poor performance
All of these so called counselors with little to no importance, and each one more embarrassing than the former, 
Immoral hornets, they caricatures, this is just a warm up…and…
She willingly sought out help from local law enforcers
Like the enticing Big Apple to New Yorkers
A bite from the Gaboon Viper, can lead to your necrosis
He hit the panic button, cus he stands for nothing. Derringer from Uncle Sam, can leave a man bludgeoned 
Their luck has come to an end, and
You’re no Leif Erickson, therefore there’s no rod to spare any of ya’ll asses with, 
Just congealed sauce left from a short rack of ribs 
Throwing fingertips every five miles for the vulture’s grip
Between Desire and Law, I’m in the middle Seeing it all, how they constantly conspired on my downfall
But I’m the rain man and they can’t walk through this downpour
Keep a Pillow Under Guns, but no Heisenberg
Roll your tongue with them hard r’s, when you spoke on Me (worst)
Rob 49: Gimme his name, but the money first
I traced em in my energy from My date of birth
Sippin on New Orleans, (hands on your knees)
Beating on some teenagers and a house wife
She’s into five guys, no burgers, no fries
Keep your goddamn mouth shut, and close both eyes
So between piety and pleasure, where The Force derives
Ammunition stored into a Winn Dixie Bag
I gotta conceal carry, cus the zombies won’t return the slab
Virgonic energy tapped in with a Title 111 
And I catch ‘em eaten rye, your teen angst is quite stale to Me
Silver lining to your aorta pumping unwise.
My pyroclastics will bring clarity like the Sunrise
They’ll throw a rock at Me tonight for Old Times Sake
No Freddy Jackson, peeling out without a license plate 
Tattoo on the ankle of a neon Mountain View
Listen close, you’ll hear the howl of the blood moon
The legs poked out a paper bag, she had no tomb
She told Me, that I had the power to bend both spoons

SCHORL Freeverse Prod. Shadow Hill

The Antivenin Prod. DxU

Gotta Keep the paychecks paycheckin and we’ll tolerate the train wreck
Some of the population gave credit, the Satanic chain link a major headache where the real renegades at?
Save the date, they made another failed attempt at gaining leverage
Aries LapDog salivating at the table waiting for his scraped plate, wag a tale eager for another turn to play a convoluted game of table tennis
Perpetrating as the main event, regurgitation of the same bullshit made to generate more mayhem
Like the Allstate segment
All desperation measures made to claim imminent domain on My heavenly dominion; the Western African’s severance package is their greatest threat separating from the criminally pale aesthetic,
I’m not MGK nigga, I’m not MGK nigga, I’m not MGK nigga
m’kay…?
LOL I’ll OMFG your whole vendetta narrow goal posts, simply Da Vinci and go toe to toe with you imbeciles and still break down the very house that you built
Lookin like a sour gallon of milk
Who’s your bloke, who’s lickin toads, who’s gonna croak? Gimme a minute lemme review everybody Horoscope
No Basquiat, I’m more like Banksi with My rope of dope of the superficial, I’m the caveat to these caviar suckin minotaurs’ with scoliosis 
The Motor City may have sculpted em, gave em feldspar exteriors, My repertoire far from bizarre
Broke the spell jar cus I’m Mother Superior
To Trainspotters, spittin cellophane for a payoff
They don’t qualify for a day job
Since they don’t wanna rub off the chip on they shoulders, I’ll go Mauna Kea smolder with the help of PELE when I Melle mele new Hellscapes
For them to press play in their McMansion riding buck naked on a Segway
This pure calisthenics, that Mayday!
That spitfire poutine is small Idahoans when I’ve outpaced My own milestones
I leave their whole bench pressed, call Me Arnold Schwarzenegger to a list of rubberneckers
Bummed about the wreckage
Put on a horror show, I ain’t talking no Wes Craven
Now I See he’s dressing as a Wiccan sex slave
I’m using a STEM brain, and is it rude for Me to say to another sensei thT I’ve got the Ruger, take another ten paces
NSA statistic manipulation
The only time I feel like Trump is when the shot fired at Me barely skin graze
I got a motherfuckin attitude like Niko Bellic
You were right on the money calling yourself the Imperial Grand Wizard
Satisfy the bloodlust of these goddam lizards
I Commiserate with those without a heat signature
The team is busy knitting friendship anklets
Can’t take em serious with a resting bitch face
Platelets they can probably taste the irony
It’s straight ludacris to Me that I’m the last of a dying breed
General Practitioner to maleficence, I act benevolently and it is evident to Me that you couldn’t ever step up to the plate, I’m throwin curve balls straight to their home base
I given em three strikes, all consecutively
Slap em all upside their occipitals for speaking all of this gruff
But I’m the Curse of the Billy Goat, you should know I ain’t bluffin
It’s all Murphy’s law, I See their greatest flaws even from a prestigious innerscope,
I’m like Artesian Water, springing to attention bringing it all up to the surface while I'm staying grounded every time they hurl pathetic insult or shit on My devotions or in my general direction
It’s simple they’re all are green with envy, no disinfectant what a convenient dilution!
Anyway…
Many men wishing death upon Me but ain’t no swords drawn, sheathed rather
Bunch of bonquiqui’s disrupted sleep patterns
Fuck all that meek chatter, I’m in a Hongwanji state of mind to any maltese rappers
Polyamory and wanna crack at cockamamie con artisans to a shotgun mouth cocker spaniel…
Please go back to the manual, nigga

The Black Cat's Snare Prod. Kulture

Bergamot

I’ve gotta bone to pick and many stones to flip
Sulfuric dystopians, seeking to vaporize opponents and their codependents into thin air, where the crop circles grow and shit, so if you speaking out of tongue, I’m going to get My fucking sewing kit, and close your lips, trying to run up on Me nigga like you bold and shit
Show you why you never bring Hawaii 5-0
To the Holy Spirit, I got total clearance
I’ve gotta wide-brimmed Stetson, like Jeepers Creepers, I’ll remove both your eyes… necrose you skin
Don’t be fooled by My kindness, I’ll rattle eardrums and then expose your Sins
Gotta raven’s skull, from the iwi yard, to help Me go within and go Edgar Allen Poe on some Holy Shit
No Tobey Mc-Quiet! These milquetoast quagmires. I’m the lead Seer speaking to these Poltergeister, even rakshasa know don’t even approach Me bitch, so who the fuck you is, keep your mouth shut or go gulp a silicon mold of dick.
I won’t choke a chicken head, I’ll rotisserie, listening to the sound of her moanin, while I stroke the clit…
Make it a burden for you to ascend and even go to bed
(Go Tibet), I’m like the Nepalese Sherpa to guide you when you’re left stiff feeling the cold of Death
Frostbitten stagnating on a frozen cliff
The Epsilon Estate, built on a shift of tectonic plates, I’m going Bolshevik, too extreme for the tastes of the solipsist
Magnolia pistil went pole position while I keep growing in inches
She doin California splits from the continental coastal Pacific, I’m the quod factum est
Going Yellowstone on all ya’ll whole existence
You in a shopping mall, looking for some older victims
My metabolic rate, ironclad burning mad fuel spewing all types of madness, and I’m so legit
Lysergic acid split among the psychopathic
A somatoform classification, mass grave heads, just have patience cus I’m giving you the bonus tip
Judgement coming up front and center for counterfeit statements, you know those notes hold no weight
Against a Golden Gift
Presidential donations made to law enforcers for the hefty tax break, nigga lower your head
Major lucky strike, keep the Omikuji in My Stone Mountain leather face, you took a wrong turn again having Me gangstalked by a cult of six
What they did in West Virginia was horrific
You couldn’t think to live without Me, and you owe Me a debt

Why are they so obsessive? Dismissive Avoidant
Upset because I’m not upset? That they can’t control Him, I don’t owe you shit,
You spit on My clairvoyance
Hiding out in these bushes, making minimal noises so annoying
Seeing Me be copacetic showing up in the flesh with a Supreme anointing,
Checking for the better nigga around every corner,
Realized it’s all downhill, chasing they compulsions
They couldn’t take My pulse, but taste My cojones
I know that you’re a liar and that you hate the expulsion
I’m a dangerous man, with a healthier component
Layton mist around Me, hailed from Clayton County, so I can have about Me, distasteful moments
With an F in the Crime Grade
Going on a wild goose chase to claim My bounty and damn they failed openly
Tried to replace Me with a pussy boy Cambodian
And I, with two shakes…of a lambs tail,
Custodian-mop up the floor with his stupid two-face.
Put a fucking Judas on the chopping block and drain out the vital fluids
He lets the alcohol do all the talking until he shits the duvet
Babbling like a fucking infant, as if he’s new to a language
The guilt is too heavy,
Sent a half assed apology, I threw away the bouquet

Bergamot Note Freeverse Prod. Distro

I told them repeatedly elevate higher or just fuckin step aside
I never pull out, planting seeds, cus I already know that they’re ill advised
You saw it all come into fruition, so they can never say that I’m out here telling lies
They off the electric grid, and just like SWAT I’m out here repelling flies
Don’t gotta explain Myself to none of y'all niggas
Can’t fuck with My lexicon
I…know that the World will fall in alignment, or I’ll be the 1 to the DEFCON,
Bunch of sheep with these poor mood regulators already know that he’s Borderline
Formalin vape your brain, won’t give it a chance to envision a better life
Eager to red the ledger, but My resurrection will all be televised
A team of fish sticks roasted in Texan heat, they’re feeling all extra fried
I’m at the Lion’s Gate, I heard the roar of the crowd and I’m feeling tantalized
Underworld bellows below Me, My ears are deafened by their immortal cries
They’re really in shambles, milked the entire value of the home equity line
Props to who retained their loyalty to you...
What happens when all of the money dries?
I’m running the Nebuchadnezzar, sending EMP to all of the enemy lines
You sentinels done caught onto My scent, but My sentience leaves them all paralyzed

No mercy for you, playing stupid games, so I guess you going to win a special prize
I’m on My villain arc, nigga but the hero that's dwelling in Me couldn’t ever die
That Gemini knows that I’m more than a prophet, I guess his genius puts us both in a bind
Blood money? I smell blood buddy, not drug money on the crimson horizon
He’s just a womb raider, death eater, yellow fever that's trapped out in Azkaban
Driving a Black Mercedes CLS with the trunk propped open extra wide
Engine playing on idle, the exhaust pipe smokin out on overdrive
You claim authenticity but surely you’re joking
With all these white collar suits aside...

All that wishful thinking, you should have saved that for your child’s birthday party
Chicks I chose to revoke formed a support group all because I killed their pride
Realized they couldn’t stand a chance with Me, anyway and they’d only really kill the vibe
Extra pink, fuckin with the thyroid, I just couldn’t let this Tusi pussy slide…
This fallen child of rap got corn of the cob teeth, needing a grill to smile
Quickly scrambled to wipe the egg off of they face, that omelette du fromage
I’ll stand firm on My own ten nigga leave you stiff like bromeliads
You listen to this epic in a Honda Odyssey, but that is not the Iliad
I’m too fresh, won’t catch Me freezing up like the Lake Titicaca
Fuck the drama, but I still got your bitches heart on throb like Bidi Bidi Bom Bom
With a loss of hair and a thousand yard stare, man they fuckin up a grown nigga commas
Varicose veins on this Ashy Larry, bathe his ass in Lake Minnetonka
They cotton mouth surprised when they get caught up by the Water Moccasins
These bitches preferring the bear but always end up with the fuckin Chupacabras
Ya’ll niggas are trying to set a trap but no weapon formed against Me prospers
I’m Scorpionic, too Plutonic, you’re the bubonic plague, but I’m a whole different monster
Swollen Lymph nodes,
Jew Fade meeting at Ruby Tuesdays contemplating who to fake and who to homicide
Like an Ogre, I’ll tear you limb from limb then toss out the whole human body
Now nigga who you gon copy?
He a traitor to the whole damn demographic, anaphylactic shock they little hobbits
All of you niggas love actin like little demons, but the Earth angel will equalize it
Deep dive into the ocean of their mind, one neurotransmitter at a time
Now they livin in comatose because they didn’t choose to pay they tithings
How you continue to stand is funny, it surely isn’t with a spine
Had a dream about these stupid niggas getting pulled over for DUI's
Couldn’t confiscate My DNA so there ain’t no way to fucking clone My life

Bone Tomahawk Prod. Tedyster

Verse 1:
I got a few folks that wanna call a truce
Their karma’s too heavy on that Bruce Bruce
I got some old flames that have died out, burning slow now that I’m finally breaking loose
Got a chick that a demon for the serpent,
She consume Me like I’m a forbidden fruit
And per us-ual, niggas sippin on the yak
Runnin they mouth like the Nordic track in their room…
They claimin they jug, but light weight on books
Watcher in the castle, to halfway crooks
Here to checkmate ya’ll asses with the Rook
Ya'll better be glad it wasn’t with My Ruger
You should sip your Moët, when you reach the hook
No concern for overly caffeinated losers
I’ve caught you red handed trying to cause a stir
Study Me top to bottom, I’m the veil of whispers
The other gentleman you refer to as Sir
I’m blessed but it feels so damn good to curse
I’m the sun shining on those that’ll hide they lurk under the guise of the Moon, where she found Me first.
You can sit there and lie and say that I’m the worst,
She admit she wanna fuck Me so bad it hurts.
Not only Am I a Demon Slayer, I’m an incubator
Bearded Fireworms buried in dirt
Thought I would look the other way to a plot of murder
Attempt to steal My path in life, no Roethlisberger, 3rd time to attempt is the charm I’m certain
I’m an Indigo Hermit that’s a raw observer
…the last face you see before you close the curtains
It’s either compliance or the eternal furnace
Drop all your burdens at the final curtain call
When all of your kind is wiped off of the Earth…

Verse 2:
Who’s your Messiah now, when all I gotta do is just speak My prophetic Word?
Enough of these fake jesuit niggas monopolizing My power it’s already been confirmed.
Mercenary couldn’t at first understand My worth
Now they watch from a distance with they ear in fervor
I’ve arrived in all life forms, I'm repurposed
In My Kingdom of Stars, I’ll sound the alarm
My word is bond, they say,

“Ich werde verrückt werden”

(Haha)

Du hasst mich, das ist gut für mich,
ich werde nur größer, wenn ich deinen Hass spüre

(To the brujas)

Wenn du einen Krieg willst, werde ich deine gesamte Besatzung ausschalten, dir das Leben nehmen und den Wert, den es hatte, you’re forgotten

einschließlich der nächsten sieben Generationen nach dir.

Dies geht an Meinen Urgroßvater, alle Meine toten Verwandten und Ihre, die stellvertretend durch Mich wirken.

Death blow to you niggas, I’m unburdened, twelve fold for your whole intifada
Cast away all of your invalidation, deflate Wilson
Leave crank yankers disarmed, vote your ass off the island, like expeliarmus
Your soul vacant with no Pentecostal…
Time to expel all of your charismata
I’m a soul survivor like the Tardigrada
Potomac Whale bones are now on migration, but no safety charm I send will fix your life,
You can call Iyanla, My nigga

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Vincenzo Prod. Lusiana Beats

On Gladys


You wanna parade and act like you know what you talkin about? (I got news for you).
You pull up on Me, I’ll dog walk you out?
(Man I got some news for you)
Beat n Down your whole Mind Craft, the Tommy Knockers want the truth out you
You niggas really out of fuckin pocket, won’t make an excuse for you
I got seven ante chambers, they get to the point, know just how to hollow you out.
Declined the invitation, sorry does that mean I made a party foul?
A demon tried to scrape Me with a wire hanger, what for a potty mouth?
Arsenic flow, arson to set a glow Big Momma’s house
Maverick, stomp em out- we ain’t gonna be on fuckin common ground
I haven’t spoken ill will, I just illuminated your surrounding doubts
I’m still living and breathing, heart beating the colossus of clout
The Great Bambino to ‘em
Got ‘em fucking around and then finding out
Obsidian won’t help you scry to speak to Biggie, they wanna maraud the house
Hip Surgery needed for distrust falls, these locusts taking the silent route
I pick apart the skeletons they bury with yet another Garnet damage counter
Rheumatoid Arthritis from such an unsuccessful writing bout, sir…

Off the top, here’s a list of folks I’m sending tsunami waves of Karma out

Tia, Tina, Lia, Sarah, Penny, Daphne, Wanda’s Spouse, Russell, Amy, Ralph, Rutherford, Eric, Lauren, Sean, Sean, Sean, Larry, Farrah, Brian, Pat, Sophia, and Paramount

Benny, Dre, Kenny, Jon, Jenny, Donnie, Chris, Lana, Dookie, Kevin, Jermaine, Jessie, Curtis, Nikki, Mike,

Prithri, Valor, Tony, Miles, Kim, Frances, Johnny, Drake, Travis, Walka, Trevor, Jack, Daniel, Taylor, Tiffany, even Vic, Ye, Nate, Ciara, Florence, Walter, Bey, Lei, Tay, Jessica, I’m even calling Mr. Marshall to the stage.

Houston Hamptons with rampant AIDS is where they’re hiding out
New York City runnin amongst these Yankees where I found some snakes slide’n around
This is My World you motherfuckas, so let’s go ahead start a body count.
Louisville Slugger straight to your dome star, cus I’m at bat right now
On a side note, you bring your team dishonor
For trying to stall Me out
They act like promiscuity’s a privilege, lick their lips with that Iguana mouth
“Off the top, here’s a list of these folks that I’m sending that hammer of healthy Karma out”
I’m like a Boddhisatva, now pardon Me, who was it that you were trying to joust?
Nictitating membrane My third eye tell ‘em all of these niggas to dial it down.
I won’t include no so called blood on the list, I want ‘em to face the drought.
You cursed your pregnancy for five straight months, you know that I felt that bitch
Wanted to abort, knowing I wouldn’t rest in peace, I guess I done dealt with that shit
I’m suited in Holy armor, their belly laughter now has ‘em all takin the piss
An odor of disapproval in the air, I call it Taylor’s Whiff, I’m worried bout Billie the mad scientist
I won’t even bat eyelish
Got piece in mind for em if they try to sneak in blind, you won’t have time for shit

Hook:

I live with the lights off, I’ll track you down through your CO2 exhale, while they study Mein Kampf
Leave ya’ll trapped in the past, while I set sail with Schindler’s List, soldier
They want a mass exodus, ask Leviticus what they offered to meet their quotas
A little Al Green and E&J to juxtapose focus
They’re trying to justify genocide, hemorrhage ya’ll communities, spreading Ebola…

Ms. Gladys Prod. DreamTeam Beatz; 01poshy

Yo straight up..
Do you wanna die, nigga?
Are you ready to risk ya’ll lives just to be on the wrong side nigga?
Look, I don’t gotta pick a side, Amun Ra is on My side, nigga.
Going against Me all out of pride considered a crime, nigga.
So why even hate, when Pac shared the same outlook as I, niggas?
Disturb My peace, I’ll remind you why that’s blind following the blind, niggas
Need I notify the type of disgust they send My way is enough to fry you niggas
Remind you ain’t nothing wrong with a 9-5 nigga...

Verse 1:
I was never in need of a specialist, and not when Spirit the Medicine
They psychotic to the extent that not even God Almighty will receive all your messages
These clusters of parasites, feeding their necks with scurvy crusted on they mandibles
I think it’s next to fuckin impossible to reason with these dirty cannibals
A Green Inferno indeed, I’m like the elephant’s foot inside Chernobyl
They irate, let them cash out they Roth, to See how far their curse goes
Open the Book of Eli on ‘em, leave a scourge upon all these burnt souls
I weave a fine tapestry of Gold, but this here a different turmoil, nigga

Break:

Pac told Me “twin, say fuck the World, and watch these pussy niggas bleed, they think they caught a flow, but they double dribbling playing on the other team; they not gonna See your point of view, too busy struggling with their evil deeds
My fear of death is reincarnation, and you tackle fearlessness with ease…”

I roam the desert of this matrix, and they’re all beyond peeved with annoyance
Same shit, different day niggas-I’m Duddits Cavell, to a Jonesy
You’re frozen in place, by My rebuttals, I’m just here seizing every moment they gave Me their existential fuel, unequally yoked with Me, brodie
The only accountability that’ll save you is if your speaker box is broken
Bunch of cowards your balls shriveled up inside you by the Lederhosen
And if you a bitch, you masquerade as another bitch but they just as broken
What makes you think that I’ll ever fucking need you, when I know you on some hoe shit?
Got a bitch that loves My shit and she gets wetter than the Ocean
There ain’t no point in looking elsewhere when she knows that I’m Chosen
Fuck you pussy niggas, period, have you bleed through your emotions…
I’m the hardest nigga out, on some Horny Weed Goat shit
(To all My haters)
Shred your bastardized soul inside of garbage disposal
Put your dominant hand inside so you become an antisocial
I know you got phantoms who I’ll give credit, I used to speaking to ghosts, so if you wanna compare your odds to Mine
I’d say the outcome is plenty woeful
I'll just plan a funeral for em all, including the fucking interpol, to
Whoever protects you cats to the end will end up in the Devil’s Dojo, get it?
All the candles blew out, they just did exactly what I told em’.
I’m at the top of the totem, you low rung niggas hanging like a scrotum


Shut up.

Rudolph Prod. DreamTeam Beatz; 01poshy

Schreck

Yeah…

Okay….

Look kids we made it to the end of the alphabet soup for a reason.
The last of them to live are only living unfortunately just for a season
I proceed forward with My healing, I just gotta keep on fucking breathing
The snakes did commit to the shedding, and the cat has finally finished teething
A troubles teen shows no remorse for killing trying to break even that’s because society at a large is busy raising up some heathens
Who you celebrate with when they all back Me up, welcome to My legion!
This culture honors cheats, scams and duplication, out of disobedience
Call you a hero for serving time in a cell, for acting like a demon.
I ain’t impressed and neither are your elders, they’re all here laughing in the ethers.
But even some of them were bastards who didn’t discipline your ass with any beatings.
Smirking at a grieving mother, but no one here is planning your bereavement…
You sit before the judge with a smirk like yo ass
Left here undefeated, you smile reppin your set
But none of your niggas are seeing you as cohesive.
Then get to your cell and salad tossed, drenched in your tears that very evening.
Avarice, I smell your avarice, and hear your sad releases
These sister wives eviscerated gettin that Skid Row tacky treatment.
They say I haven’t paid My dues, like that’s supposed to have a meaning
In an industry of memes, with these bombastic shaggy secrets
Won’t pay per views, Comcast niggas
Shut your fucking mouth when I’m speaking
Cus you sound ill on the mic,
Potassium Chloride, one trick ponies getting keistered
You mean none of the talented collabs deserve this batch of credit either?
I deleted all these niggas tracks, buy your new album? Nigga yeet it.
They spread rumors like Nutella, you must have a skat fetish, Jesus...
Nigga you not a gatekeeper, I remove the Stairway to Heaven
You can’t interfere with the Algorithm Reaper
Fearing that I’m in the Dark Arts, but this just Dark Altruism, hoe
You slicker than his baby oil
But did he fuckin slap you silly though?
Tradwives... Ever since Remy switched up on Pap, loyalty? That was My last lil bit of hope
You swear on the Bible you hate Me, nigga
You love Me, don’t act sadity bro
Behind closed doors, and miles away, they’ll say I’m an asshole and a joke
Try keep that same energy with Me reenact that in the physical
You come to Source, how can I blame you when
I’ve got them answers to your soul
I’m no Michael Jordan, I’m a different matador to bulls
These niggas are only fucking frustrated because I still have a pulse
Black Magic ain’t work for Michael Jackson,
…you’re not Janet, you don’t have control
The Color Purple to the Culture
Swab your throat with this, peons
They say I’m the Truth, don’t speak on casualties cus I’m The Guardian of all the catacombs
This that- As Above, So Below, type shit, nigga
Got the skin of a Spittin Cobra, like I'm speaking in a parseltongue
I’ve got My ear to the floor, abandon hope that I'll ever stand alone
I’m too protected…

Schreck Prod. CULTXRE

I swear Billy Jean is a dope fiend
Their heirs are confused with the smokescreen
The whole Scientology clergy shouldn’t have ever chosen to volunteer, I gotta show em no mercy…
I grew them Granddaddy Purp cotyledons, give em contact high from the turpenes
It’s warfare out in their workings, almost all of you niggas is unworthy
My Devil tongue, converted a whore to a virgin
Devil dick she wanna gobble, like Turkey
Till I come complete, like a turnkey 
Macadamia nut on her pearly beads
This a new Zero Dark Thirty
I can tell they are all bloodthirsty
They wanted a turn trying to bleed Mine in a state of emergency
I got em to clean up their act, Turpentine bath
It’s impossible to deter Me…
They’re easy to detect like they left them hair follicles at a goddam murder scene
Fuckin balaclava hides that they’re worried 
Earthen skill, squeeze blood from stone
Create more than an Amethyst crystal you’re worshipping
You endorsing Me with these endorphins
Did damage with the foot on the sedentary enemy’s neck, (ho’ Mary).
Fly on the wall of your home type shit, I’m the buzz in the ear, call Me Lord of the Rings
Leavenworth, less, we ain’t in Kansas no more Dorothy, oh you poor thing…
I’m molded in His image, now everything that I touch shall turn into the finest of Gold
The words that I speak are a sure thing, nigga
Fuck the rap industry entirely nigga, I support our seniors who struggled without homes.
Fuck the trap nigga, addiction got your nephews and nieces at an inconvenience store sequestered in they zones
They on a 17.5, but this ain’t John, it’s the glory that they stole-that gets buried
I’m on 2020, not parole bitch nigga
Prince of Persia, no Farsi, My Bombay My Cerci
You niggas is swine to a modern day Xerxes 
All stolen wealth, offshore, but no Jersey
Mikes goin Snooky with the submarine 
Manhunt follows their tales of deceit and desperation, it’s all in your faces
Your allegiance to the pain needs a drip of the morphine 
Bifurcations of long lost past, some ain’t never had a home considered saving
I clean house motherfucker, she’s letting it be known that I’m an Angel of Eternal Patience
Eating her alive while she sat in misery oh how she cried, grave summit, they take from him, but I’m their greatest musketeer, huh
Decorated war vet to the game
You’re in a museum trying to take home the souvenirs cousin, I can’t be 
Enslaved by your witchery, give it back to Mother Rose and the correlated coven
I got clarity unlike none other, they sippin on Earl Gray from the Skull and Bones eating a buttered up English muffin
Chanting constant death, they met with delay, way more than a Filibuster skit
Leave Leonard expired on the freeway the Ice Road Trucker’s silently done skipped his shift, Punk ass nigga, you ain’t gonna pull that trigger; You ain’t that dumb; Cat got your tongue
Meat powder to track your scent, rhinoplasties for the broken nose it’s hard to sniff that coke
In Purgatory salivating, he’s a hungry ghost, or just a virus to a host
They speak on the Beltway snipers, but I’m the one with the scope you really bout that smoke?
Ask about Me, even if we ain’t speaking, I’m the highest spiritualist they’ve ever known
I’m a mind reader, to they psychosis
Highest Order but I keep it on the low and
Before I done saw em dripped out in Tiffany’s, I done copped a few all on the wrist just for show
A pawn shop then informed Me that the silver without the name tag was just a fuckin hoax
These pairs of shoe leathers sink together, like the Titanic, did a whole lot more than rock the boat; I done took a hiatus from My traipse in the mall to See her poking it out in Levi’s like whoa
Throw a lasso like I’m givin that rope
I’m throwin that whole back out, like a pole vault 
More product placement, you can’t escape him, she chasin the snake with honey coated throat
I’m on a different stroke,
Watch a sinner fold singe out in the deep fryer
What’s a billion dollars cold now to a cease fire? 
Would you trade it all, man I doubt it let Me try…

Speak of the Devil Prod. BEATDEMONS

I got niggas like you riding off my coattails; disappointed in my better options. I wasn’t slinging dope or goin to jail
Them plea deals wasn’t ever cool My boi; prison don’t make you that dude no more, but maybe to them booty warriors
Your BM in their DM’s, getting DP’d cus you ain’t her muse no more
Since he built pyramids, I created the cuneiform of which rules were born
it ain’t amusing to lie in a fucking booth no more nigga. Street coroner works at the cookie corner. Excuse Me, this is new decorum, nigga
I’m off the IUCN Redlist, and them Walking Dead couldn’t read us, Norman
Instead of dancing with the Devil, you should’ve worked harder on your Jutsu, boy. Fuck you mean? You stuck in an enclave that you just ain’t used to boy. My 9 tails are front and center destroying the loudest in the room my boy,
Turnin that dagger inwards, make you cowards stagger with the rheumatoid
Top gunner? Call bullshit. I got the shotty by the bed with the safety on
Meanwhile, I’m hittin shit with kief powder jeeters, You throw a hit by pitch, so I move forward, claim bases, not even a bruise had formed
See Me like the G.I. Bill, you and I both got a different view on war, and we don’t need awards for anhedonia
I’m the motherfuckin GOAT, to you Eeyores (asshole)
Alright tough guy I guess since I’m larger than Pac, this insight delivered from God, He gives Me permission to use Thy Sword, to smite thine opps
Hillbilly goin full Rampage, got My NightMarchers wearing no socks
No pen, no pad
True euphoria from truly yours; baby shit rhymes spitting they were four and wearing dookie drawers, I See you speaking ill will pussy, juicy couture
What the fuck is with all of these foreigners playing like they can boost the score?
Another Maple Leaf to fall far from the tree, in need of Love Gurus, huh?
Your arms are way too short to box with God, who you mistook Me for?
I’m walking around the hallway of the dead, like this a spooky morgue
A lotta bitches wanna spam a nigga for play, they some groupie whores
Merci for the All Seeing Eye, like I’m grateful that you choose Me Lord
I asked God for sacrificial blood, so they sent Me out on a Rooster hunt
Who the fuck signed off on your dirty deal, you ain’t me, is you stupid or sumn? Who angry dragging ankle out of tar heel...?
These niggas really pushing buttons!
This tough telepathy brother, so if you fail to do better I’ll just reverse that wheel,
Full of illusion, ain’t gonna pop shit on Me nigga cus I rebuke that steel
From 37th, stone’s throw away from the E street so here’s a truth revealed:
They want Me to enjoy another last supper I guess this will be a crucial meal
Silence, a moment of silence for this lucid skill!
I See you that abuse your free will, so just know that I will shoot to kill
You must be out of your mind to think this a joke, nigga I’m too forreal
Weak stomach try to punch tickets, I don't think so, you got puke to spill
Never known a pussy to hiss at Me just blow a kiss to Me, My antihistamine
The ten on the crew are now history, the only Savauge is the perfume, testing Me only to censor Me
Watch him shimmy in the mist of Royal Waters, since he’s fruity loops snackin; we talkin cereal riboflavin or psychopathic serial killer habits? 
That’s about as far as the query goes, it ain’t good queso, spending Peso make em livid to the tactics, I’m not gonna ridicule static;
Nigga I’m poppin up in these inception dreams, like Freddy Krueger classics; deluge of water leaking in through the panel every time the moon roof is accessed
I think you Tiberius of the Roman Caesars short on air right when the casket had closed all to hope
And I think Caesonia gave him a child but not the son that he wanted, his past is too broken...

Onryo Prod. BEATDEMONS

1000 Corpses Prod. by Buckroll x Hawky x Whydah-Balanced-Low

Ace of Wands after My reading, what I’ve shared is some true shit
This is a curse that I was born with, exorcist to their musings
Pacing columnists jeer that what I declare in this booth is sin

Their foaming mouths don’t speak right when a burden of proof’s missin
Without production or persuasion, to the jury of stool pigeons 
Your cancellation of Me is laughable, eviscerate those who you contract to be tactical, let their stupidity snoop in, your producer samples lunacy with some Sam’s Club tooth picks
Did root work, throw salt in primordial split pea soup tins
On that cashew butter, you’re not a hustler, not even a sous chef
You wouldn’t dare enter My dog pound without a leash for the Shih Tzu that you kiss
You’d rather keep it downlow, your girl loose, giving out gooseneck
My God energy won’t take threats light, nigga but don’t you fret…

Brutally maim those who aim to throw rocks, no all-saints in a group of subdued men.
You fake metaphysical sleuth, and I’m the disciplinarian, your misplaced anger is what wrinkles up all of that loose skin
Anton Chigurh with a coin to flip, cus I can’t call it for you, pimp…
Whether it be a Hollywood star, or a Madame Tussaud’s museum
Scatter the soul across mediums, I See your Spirit worn too thin
On a Babadook binge, Agent Orange, no Julius
Hideaway in luxury, another means of distraction
Highway to Hell for the unctuous, and they call this a Blueprint?

We got a so called bad ass in the nosebleeds exaggerating, with castration anxiety, unqualified for a Blue Chip
About as outlandish as Bruce Jenner rockin some new Skims
I’ve got the tools for the trade, committed to execution
Iced out diamond chain, they’ve embroidered, rash left like a cool whip
Civilizations have been marooned over similar feudists
Winning by any means necessary like Philip II’s ribs
Spit out the after party alter ego’s seedy confusion
The train conductor left the station, they chewed up and consumed him
I Am the King of All Sorrow, to these false claim Eucharists
How many universal laws were broken, I’d say numerous…
These Malfoy ploys got em in High Water with Lucius; that tea I’ve been meaning to drink can only be made by Peruvians

That Green Card was worth their soul, and their marriage unscrupulous 
Blew the top off their entire home, the God of Vesuvius
Ad Hominem politics, grasp for straws to decide who about to face the Thessalian wrath of the concubine? The wraith? The confidant?
And who’s going to be pardoned for keeping intact their common sense, I’ll be fine
Left her with a brute, that’s three dogs licking at his bruised neck…
Sacred Kingfisher energy to the duplicitous 
Bruegel’s Triumph of Death, I control your whole sound wave’s eulogy.
You been speakin old news with them loose lips
I’ve been divinely favored and in tune with
The discrepancy and codependency from these Libran dualists shaking in boots, was never a Star, despite the narrative they push, since we’re on the subject matter, I’m not a fan of your bullshit…

Awash with estrogen, fem boys mocking My movements
The duck soy sauce got these niggas growing brand new tits
Sandwiched in a rock and a hard place
For animal cruelty
Ooh shit…I guess I gotta move swift
Drop a hammer on fake MC’s, too legitimate to quit
Juggernaut to this rap shit, who started the fire for Me to diffuse it?
42000 feet fireworks damaged the Boeing fuselage 
These scattered spiders don their black hats
White hoods, pipe bombs, 
You talkin CI, is this nigga on cognitive decline? Squeezing out the last of the laughing gas leaving him Deep fried?
These guys…
Don’t have a need to lie Craig,
Well bye Felicia!
Is it fuck the police, still? 
That ice cube left on your speakers?
Or are all these old niggas too facetious since their credibility has weakened…? 
We Killed a Mockingbird cus Mr. Robinson had lied, you won’t believe it…
I’ve got a hunch that everyone that’s found guilty won’t keep a secret…

Tom's Foolery (RAW) Prod. by Buckroll x DopeBoyz

I’ll put one Timbaland boot; one in front of the other, on that Rudyard Kipling strut, what now motherfucka?
28 years later, King Tutankhamen’s DNA is corrupted by the Mosquito feeding on his blood, now I See the dysfunction 
It ain’t the CTE that got all these niggas pullin Sandusky
I could understand why all these con men would silently judge Me
An Amber alert is underway, under John Hammond’s green thumb
You’re not invincible, absorbing this karma just like a sponge, see…
Life will always find a way, we learned from Dr. Malcolm, but if God ain’t gonna help Me sort you out, then you better tuck your tail and run, creeps
I think she got the Scarlett Fever
And then she passed it to her son, to speak on the Bulldog Spirit
Gas Station Heroin a smoking gunnery
7-Hydroxymitragynine metabolites in the pair bond
Do away with the Morphine, the pain is just too great to carry on
It’s really fuck em all, stuck and stalled
But I’m on Formula 1
And every step I take, is a close call
For the Lord of the Slums, who watch with glazed eyes, see I’m unchained 
But these prisoners all want to hunt Me
Can’t blame Me for not putting up with niggas trying to drag My soul through the mud

Skipper facing the mundane, 
I could have slapped you niggas for disrespecting your own son’s name
But I exercised some restraint, WTF you niggas want?
To acquire more capital I couldn’t fuck with these chumps who I know can never change 
Radio silence, paying the price for hiding your fraudulence in pain 
With opulence 
The dry season ain’t appealing assist em with the Cetaphil
White knuckling the steering wheel
There’s just too many seats to feel em out

Hook: 

You lack willpower, solitary wallflower pray you coming up Milhouse

Verse 2: 
Still clout seems to be the currency for the field mouse
Stolen medical records, pathological liars
Them LA fires they scrounging up pennys thinking their donation should still counts
Real bountiful, water witch clavicle
Build a bitch magical
Virtue signaling pedestrians all around the globe seem to be pedantic, when they’re really feeling immense panic
Cersei through Kings Landing
We shaming you as the time keeper, for throwing boulders at a mind reader still standing nigga

These uncivil boys wanted war, so the saenguination finna pour
The universe already took one to set the standard and to prove a simple point, but they crave some more, living disjointed 
So at the field goal, they will see a head roll
Trying to fill a void, 
Leading mass followers with dead scrolls
And another will suffer from lead poisoning, and they’ll sacrifice another stillborn 
Atheists scorned
My life seems to be in pill form, I terminated that contract, yet I’m cultivating sorghum 
Watching these entertainers out of boredom
Unable to pivot from Source, 
And I’m the One in charge of their torture 
Their vessel can’t shake the rigor mortis
You are getting more worn out, holding up the cross of deals sworn on the tour bus 
Been keepin an eye out since controller
Now it’s eye for an eye, gimme bof um
I once protected you with My life but now I feel your death is on My doorstep

GANYMEDE Prod. Gansko

They first preyed and then said prayers that I’d never wake up
Saw sky shell greener with the hail in Macon
Stargazing, I can See the angels and demons
Masculines burnin eyes spraying capsaicin,
Mazikeen ain’t even gon let ‘em say nun, yeah she sees it My way so don’t try to play dumb
You Wrestling with God, man Him forcefield to us.
You don’t even believe in E Pluribus Unum?
Your ladder wasn’t even built straight with these rungs;
These days might have to tote Me a Jacob’s; medicine for the masses, Healer of Venus
(This rap sure glory but it’s gotta mean sum’n)
This rapture homie: Which one of ya’ll niggas is goin home triggered…this ain’t what Trey sung…
Send they audio wave back to them with bugs
Karru Marri Odonna etcetera, you cucks
Kali Ma to degeneracy and to pee wee thugs
Lil nigga crash out wit his evil twin, Slappy
Made a pact-turn his piss soaked brain into mush
A bitch better fasten up all they seat belts,
Got a T-Bone niggas with altercation
Genesis 28, I’m the Real Jesus
Percocet, dsylexia, turbo jets, and a topsy turvey media, better turn the TV up
Ozempic Fever Dreams: Word to Plebeians, it’s still fuck George Zimmerman, Derek Chauvin, Kasey Anthony and the coward in ya
You banned from saying My name in your contracts huh?
Trying to flank out the One, bitch when I’m here to catch more than a mortal in Combat
You pelting out tunes of deceit in sequels, I caught it all on cap cut
With a staff on Me, I’m the Sacred Ibis, you can gnaw on that yuh
The next time you look at Me dead in the eye, nigga you’ll see that I caught on you trying to act tough
What I speak on are facts, you gotta scrape out your tongue for sharing in allegiance like rats with a grudge
What else are you hiding, cus I pack with a punch you
Finna fly out to Thailand not for brighter talent but to sink your talons deep in to some lady man bush
That’s what they tell Me but I’m never quiet
Exactly how they like it
Every time your wife try to cum for Me, I’m a Kundalini Midas
Extirpated going goth, Thoth ordained and of the cloth
Otherwise known as Blackbeard to you homely pirates
This black book writes on autopilot, and that black box buried in with the violence
Somewhere in the Balkan Islands
These niggas would call it overkill all of My random acts of kindness
Now they’ll wanted to call Me murderer so watch how I kill you with My silence(r)

Genesis 28 Prod. Dakota Parker

Jormungandr

They’re flame is dying out, you are no match for the World’s finest,
Why would you need a TRO against the men you conspire against?
Prison ain’t enough for these dirtbag bitches, so they’ll lie to get rich
And the one doing the time is just trying to get his dopamine fix
Should have had better discipline, but that scopolamine hits
Vicious cycle slipped consciousness, like a rotary shift
I guess everyone wanna be a porn star now upon leaving crows nest…

Selling bodies upon bodies, Matson servin em promptly on ships
The Siren says she’s been around for 250 odd years

Seed of Chuckie, That’s child’s play to Me, dummy I’m outranking all of your peers

The Overseer of your earthly teachers: Ra, Annu, Inana have feared Her
In the beginning, there was nothing…

Just a mother mourning when her Child disappears
Nosferatu sex addition, put a few of you carbon copy clones into the 12 step intervention

You’re going ballistic like the missile crisis

Indispensable tools that are woven in silk and silence
My mental anesthetics coupled with the grace of these calisthenics, sets the precedent of balance, innit
Resting ablaze with an unrelenting message of both pain and cynicism, feigned lyricism
Gained wisdom of who claims victim and see the changes in the bitches who’s blame shifting
And now they’re pouring their offerings to Mammon

Heard she was only 19, Type O the observed blood type rot from the inside out
Pathogens have been discovered, drank at their own risk and now facing shock
Pele’s hair protects My crown
Nigga you ain’t got shit poppin
Heard Hertz going bankrupt, don’t ask Me why I’m not surprised by lack of options
89 to 65…not just running out of Silverado buyers’ stock
Ain’t no winners on a losing team
Charleston Chew, kernels stuck in the teeth of Orville Redenbacher
Rooftop shot while taking a selfie with two women, gotta mop up the scene nigga
My attitude Max Klinger, Death Peeing nigga
(So could we not?)
Witness intimidation, got attorney’s both kickin and screamin with symptoms of
Male pattern baldness, from the stress alone, no immunity for these niggas, just locks
Are we gonna keep exonerating when a man in crisis dies by “Suicide by a cop”?
Another on an ice skating rink, with an Axel Paulson technique on a Legg of Masons
Thriving off of your desperation
Sulfuric gases is a common fragrance
Their crops don’t grow in a sea of Aphids
Therefore I don’t need support from the Cantankerous
I’m dropping anchors, still feeling weightless
This Jasper is Kambaba
No man can face the fangs of the World Serpent
And this is Ragnarok

Jörmungandr [Free Verse] Prod. Dakota Parker

Hook:
Pinky out on these niggas
Put a fork in ‘em...yup

Verse 1:
Who really amorphous? Living amongst us, who scorned us? I bet you they know that I’m the World’s defense…
Kash doll face but the ego too porcelain
I guess she gotta course correct, I done warned brothers, got cardboard for a chest - they alien like they torso split at the crowning ceremony call em porky the pig; with Sterling Silver pitchfork to the ribs
Switchboard at the Resolute Desk
Yeah, I done torqued this twisted metal as far as these arms outstretched, can’t force or bend their will when da foes need the LightHouse, the mental gymnastics is out of this World. Put the mic down.
Before you get The Warden’s Kiss...(huh)
Who showed you the way as a foreigner? Who held your hand through this factitious disorder?
You wanna argue and say I ain’t shit, bitch you tore up...
You and your daughters, who you brought up…?(hoe)
If I speak on their ills, got em still upside down, when that closure hits, like a colon blister on Wisconsin Tiff
All that shit that they talk, bitch gonna lick up that throw up, I ignore the whispers. (huh?)
Too much sugar in the tank, like they whippin bowsers
If I’m going to be frank, they avoiding My countenance
Ye shut the fuck up with the dog water bowl you kiss, nigga...

Hook:
Put the pinky out now for the foe in 'em
Pinky out for these niggas see the hoe in 'em
All that power gone to waste no controlling 'em
I don’t wanna load up to put a hole in 'em
Got a dial tone tried telephoning him;
I'll send these idiots to hell, tryna war with Him

Verse 2: 
Can’t move My mountains pullin fake maneuvers
They want cake and to eat it, tasting manure
Faking Kunta parading like the Main Koopa, they got their whole system nervous - Sanjay Gupta
Whippin' round in Ford Explorer XLT Eddie Bauer
They want specificity? Okay stupid...
That’s a Ku Klux sheet, not a Nightgown
Wore the dress and then were sworn in by a paid shooter
Fuck the so called number one rule, nigga, papertrail can be manipulated too (uh)
Chop dreads and unravel niggas braids too cus
Ain’t no telling who to trust no more, I guess I gotta go and put my pinky out...

Verse 3:
There ain’t no wise council for the people (nah)
Just cuz you got a few kids, that do not make you lucid either, gotta lock in fees to have your insubordinates
Pay Per View then relay to you everything I do.
Unhinged soft bodies, ya'll are like bivalves
Shipworm buckshots at 'em all so they hide and cower
Cow eyes, green around the gills, no type of valor
Kinda like a nigga overhyped on Salvia (whet)
I helped all the old slaves keep their sanity
Saved Mallory, Catherine, & the family...
I arrived with a gourd, they drink candidly
Don’t blame Canada, for some of these Candida
Givin colorful eses all they reckoning, the O-Malley candidacy, man that’s word to Maryland.
Read the Celtic Cross like they on salary
Saw I got the power to end all this shit tragically
By blood and by right, results test accurate
Speaking on Me frankly, I was in the alleyway
I can See around corners, Hearing what the valleys say…
Niggas peeking in, all consent manufacturing
I’m the Flak, niggas act like they can bury Me
Propaganda burned books, by the subsidiaries
Kalbi, short beefs get maesilcheong lathering
Guiding souls of the dead, goin full Valkyrie
you niggas imposters, luke warm ups
6 foot 7 foot, minute-drill jabbering...
Vermin Supreme, gotta take stool softeners, you talkin all of this shit about Me
Seek, kill, destroy: I’m the God of War to toy soldiers
Rock 925 on the ulna
I think that all of these niggas throw shade since they’ve gotta move over
Open top K frame gun leather, My holster
With the registration and the permits, I move colder

Papa Legba [Free Verse] Prod. Gansko + Spendin Muney + Kemba9

Potiphar’s Wife

I promise to always tell the Truth.

Verse 1:

Who runnin game on who now?
Ruminate on humid air…
Breathing methane from you cows, fool…who said I wasn’t going to take it there?
He’s your arch nemesis, arch angel-part villainous
Amala Roger from American Dad rolling loud in her bitterness,
Let’s just face facts, niggas you’re all too chickenshit
I Hear em howling in ignorance, but none of it hits on shit
High cheek bone injection, that Australopithecus
Blepharoplasty procedure, guess it ruined all their symmetry
And you showing face ain’t coincidence, but I guess it is a desperate attempt to feign disinterest, huh… suppose I ain’t interested?
Anticipated your failures…if I said it yeah I meant it, don’t mention it…instead
These niggas know to keep their distance, or get ripped to shreds…
You all sound utterly ridiculous here in situation rooms…
Down bad maleficence, clairgustance from their Ed Hardy perfume
My wordplay, a Rube Goldberg opens portals into Hell
Reintroduce the asylum to niggas at war with themselves.
Goddamn rat bastard motherfuckas try to put Me though it.
Cus I outpace em in every way possible fuckin em up with this music…
Couldn’t out battle rap Me, got no receipts, and you’re just lookin stupid.
No facts on Me to counter any attacks, I guess you’re on some bullshit.
A freak of nature so nobody wanna act right around Me
I go by many different names and nomenclatures but eh, who’s counting?
Close proximity, maintain My composure with her titties bouncing
Lebanese bitch got a lil too curious, and they couldn’t denounce Me
Thought a nigga was preoccupied and ignoring surroundings
I know a Siren when I See one, sitting on this rock of Scylla
Thelxiepeia dried up in high hopes that a nigga might fuck
Don’t ever disrespect Me lookin like the unholy trinity
Timestamp it for infinity because I know the Internet is listening; I’m still undefeated - your parents don’t share any of your sympathies
But then again I cut My whole fucking family off instantly…
Niggas used two way mirrors; conjured up a demonic entity, (I set it free).

Verse 2:

Did I mention it before they did this in attempts to get rid of Me?
I Am the epitome of Greatness, that’s why they fail to run a lick on Me.
You wanna steal from your big bro, but then you wonder why you’re dead to Me.
These spirits workin only with Me, bitch and that’s where My serendipity is…
For you it’s money over everything, and the flesh eating’s sickening
You’re living with permanent shame mentally, and you stalking Me obsessively…
Got Me close to Pontius Pilate, how I wound up in Italy…
Whoopi lookalike, lookin for a fight? Come walk Me through it…literally
Little Canary in a Cole mine, oh won’t He do it?
That Dreamville ain’t sweet escapism, speakin derivative, no close encounters of the 4th kind
Your team is all manipulative.
I’m the forest hermit, searching for the long lost truffle pig
They eatin pork rinds…hog tied by success from their subtle digs
I snuffed em all out of hiding, it’s fuck these losers for life
I’m full grown, too old to cry, gotta leave em to die
There is an eye in team, and since I’m fortified
They way too motivated each day praying to Sheytan I’ll go by suicide
I thought about blowing My brains out cus I got the means to do it
I ain’t scared to face the music, but that means everybody loses
Part of the legacy dies, you don’t deserve your beautiful grandchildren
Tell em about the time I was left behind in that abandoned building…
Fuck your well being, you had an honest chance, throw up My hands, you blew it
I want this here to remain a permanent scar, like this ugly tattoo that I helped Spider Man draw.
I wanted a family crest but I woke up back was covered in welts
Out of curiosity I know didn’t do this to Myself
I always saw the lady in Black and knew she was close but in stealth
And then I fucked they whole plot up learned to defend against skelter
Beating on Me like I'm a dog in a fucking animal shelter
I should’ve killed you.

Potiphar's Wife Prod. VITALS

Just a small body of work I completed in my downtime. Ghost in a Kiss Produced by Clams Casino, I just threw down a quick freestyle on it.

Ghost In A Kiss, Prod Clams Casino (Freestyle)

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