Chorus
(I... need my revenge right now... 
All that other noise, pipe down.... (pipe down)
I... need my revenge right now....
This is getting dark.... lights out...... (lights out)

....If u aint scared u should be...
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy 
Think I need a bookie cuz I bet I got em shooky
We haze em like a rookie, im blazing on these cookies... 
My choppa make em dance it go crazy with the boogie....
Succubus beside me all she wearing is my hoodie
Little bo peep, when we buzzed she get the Woody
Asked me when she's seeing me again I told her book me... 
....You done got me pissed off.... two chains on they crisscrossed
Neck is like a fucking leaky faucet how I drip sauce
Blue diamonds dancing on my wrist they do the crip walk
Shorty got my cum all on her face like it were lip gloss... 
Damn I swear u kids soft... point me to the big boss...
If u see my rocket aint no countdown its a lift off
Shorty say she loving me & shit I cut that bitch off
She like when I show her who the boss, I go Rick Ross 
Heard ur album, damn, all your fans just got ripped off
Had to turn that shit off.... you aint wit us, get lost 
I just hit two niggas with one bullet that a trick shot
Only time these niggas shooting shots is in your inbox

Chorus
(I... need my revenge right now... 
All that other noise, pipe down.... (pipe down)
I... need my revenge right now....
This is getting dark.... lights out...... (lights out) X2)

First off... fuck your bitch & the clique you claim
Might as well take this razor blade & slit your veins 
Shawty bad, booty thicc, but she got shit for brains
Made her walk back to the station now she missed her train 
Spitting game or spitting bullets, I dont miss, dont aim...
Used a 3D printer just to get this pistol frame
All my opps still broke I guess some shit dont change
Its impressive lil niggas how'd you get so lame? 
I got bricks, cocaine, we getting rich on gang
Got a pistol with a laser & this shit go bang 
Need revenge thats the only way to fix my pain
Shes doing squats on the dick thats how she gets those gains 
Robbing niggas for their jewelry need to get more safes
30 thousand if u want it come and get your chain 
Used to shoot up nigga houses dawg i miss those days 
But now my opps all dead so I just piss on graves 

Chorus

(I... need my revenge right now... 
All that other noise, pipe down.... (pipe down)
I... need my revenge right now....
This is getting dark.... lights out...... (lights out) X2)

Revenge Mode (Prod. By Rxkz)

The house of Deseret...
But u can’t say I'm coming back because I never left...
Thankful for every breath, all the times I met with death
I got beef with niggas over little shit I never met
Ask me 2012 the way it felt I would have never guessed
Pockets aint been fat enough but they still been heavy set
I been staying up nights to work & I aint never slept....
Times I used to swear to god, now I know its heaven sent 
Hallelujah...We used to smoke while recording...
Now my day ones either end up dead, in jail or deported
Huh... you outta line you get sorted....
Murder, drugs & extortion those were the means we resorted... yeah
Now all my dreams are distorted.... 
I’m wit a queen from Medellin I know its clean what we snorted....
Count all the schemes that we thwarted... all of this weed we imported
All the fiends that we courted... all for the team I supported.. yeah
Jordan...we a dozen deep...
I got a bitch here, I swear all she do is fuck & sleep...
U pay the price to live this life & it aint nothing cheap
When its choices... buy another beat... but u wanna eat.... 
Like... is u hungry or u really hungry?
Shout out anyone who stayed down when it was really ugly....
Now I'm too crisp to let a nigga touch me....
I don’t really fuck with all these niggas but they bitches love me
I'm in the dodge with the Sauer....
When I put to their head feel like a god from the power
man I just reup & its gone in an hour...
fuck my opps but they cowards.... cuz when we spot em its showers....
Yeah... that’s word to B.I.Z....
Sometimes I look back on those days like they were fever dreams...
Cant say I’m sorry I just squeezed before its me who bleeds
And I aint bout to have my city out here grieving me

The BIZTape II

BIZTopher Wallace (Prod By Koktatiwi)

Gave you the moon & stars… oh? Now you want space?
Facetime audio, do you not wanna show your face….?
At night there’s no escape… these painful thoughts wont go away…
Like was it ever real or just another role you played?
I saw that quote u posted… I know you were throwing shade
My biggest fear is watching your love as it slowly fades…. 
My biggest fear, knowing you so well that I know you changed…
Rather be JFK in Dallas in that motorcade…. 
How would you feel as Jackie watching my head blown away?
Right now I cant see through the haze to find a sober day
This love is still my favorite song, you think it’s over played
See snakes they always shed their skin within their growing phase
You got a serpents heart…. you got the coldest blood
But you’re still a work of art… just bad at showing love…. 
Just being honest I embrace death with a shoulder shrug
Cuz when I’m buried in the mud don’t need the world above
You’ll have plenty space then…. for wasted dates & fake friends
Pursuing something you already had, please make it make sense
This loneliness could break men… make phantoms out of great men
You say you want space but I think we both know where space ends

Space (Prod. By AndreOnBeat)

AKs upon AKs…. Daybreak in the space age
Balaklava I’m no face… no safety I don’t play safe
I paint shit, you’re a blank page… you & all of your namesake
I still bang but I stay paid my pocket change is your base wage
Settled all of my old scores dead comrades in a cold war….
We bought jewelry & sold souls…. French wine it’s from Bordeaux….
Desert eagles & four fours… shots coming like morse code
Aint it funny when shit pop how them shells hot then your corpse cold?
Vodka I’m like pour more… My new bitch from Russia with love…
After what we done with the gun… (what?)… I wouldn’t touch that with a glove…
We talk it we’re backing it up… your old head be gassing u up…..
I heard he want smoke, keep sending your folks… I know why he’s passing the buck…
I know why they keeping the peace… cuz these niggas secret police…
They rats & they feeding em cheese… They know what that means to the streets….
They see me they weak in the knees…. We hit em they bleed & they bleed…
We hit em they bleed & they bleed… I know you aint squeezing a thing…. Uh….

Chorus

….I slide with a Hammer I give em the Sickle… (What?)
You knew when its beef…. don’t get in the middle…. (What?)
Freedom is cheap… we’re seeing acquittals… (On God!)
I’m hitting a 3… I’m hitting a triple… (Head shot!)
She think she a dime…. won’t give her a nickel… (I-I-I-I-I-I)
Got eyes on the Roof… they holding the Fiddle…. (Big chop)
If I tell him to shoot… he’ll make you a cripple… (I tell him shoot)
I slide with a Hammer I give em the Sickle… (whew!)

War Audio *Rooster*

Food for thought… this gun blow u go cyka blyat
Came to our block & we blew your top… guns on me we moving hot…
HIMARS & these NLAWS… Double tap em that’s two shots… 
Body catching these hot shells they impact & you moonwalk….
Bullet holes in that fur hat… you all get a dirt nap
.50 Cal aim a big bird at his birdbath & it’s kersplatt!
Once its war I don’t turn back… we come through & burn flags
We’re killers & dirt bags… they bleeding they hurt bad… 

*War Audio* why wont you get up?

Chorus
I slide with a Hammer I give em the Sickle… (What?)
You knew when its beef…. Don’t get in the middle…. (What?)
Freedom is cheap… we’re seeing acquittals… (On God!)
I’m hitting a 3… I’m hitting a triple… (Head shot!)
She think she a dime…. Won’t give her a nickel… (I-I-I-I-I-I)
Got eyes on the Roof… they holding the Fiddle…. (Big chop)
If I tell him to shoot… he’ll make you a cripple… (I tell him shoot)
I slide with a Hammer I give em the Sickle… (whew!)

*War Audio* bullets firing?

Cyka Blyat (Prod. By  Offspin)

Lost in all this dope I feel like Walter White
Diamonds light up even in the darkest night
They act tough online in comments starting fights
See you in real life but you don’t bark or bite
Yeah I know… she’s your girlfriend but she’s ours tonight…
She called me said its dripping & its water tight…
I got bored of my city so I caught a flight….
Probably blew more money there then you made all your life….
Drinking smoking party life, we just had the longest night
Drop her off in Prada shades she’s walking into college high
Driving through Cottonwood Heights, your life got a dollar price… 
My price going up it took a while but now we got it right…. 
Still pull up for drills & got a suit on like its Harlem Nights….
Got em tryna clone me now, they don’t have the copyrights… 
Free drugs…. This beat feel like molly right? 
I don’t know her name but know her body type….. 

Chorus
Everywhere I go they give me free drugs
Everyone I know giving me free drugs
High at every show, they give me free drugs
I could overdose on all these free drugs

Free Drugs (Prod. By Darkboy x YMAR)

Chorus

Lay on this bed… the blankets spread like butter….
The lightning hit…. Now come & get this thunder….
Since love is dead…. We’ll make it with each other….
Hands on your legs… know that’s my bread and butter….

Isn’t it obvious….?
You… deserve an audience
I lose my common sense…
When… I see you walking in… and…
Isn’t it obvious….?
You’re what a goddess is
For Papi make your body twist
I worship all of it
All that dirty behavior…
Are you naughty by nature…?
Pop the bottle you favor
But we’ll save the party for later….
Ooh girl you’re my favorite flavor….
When you climb on top girl its major…
Keep rubbing that spot like erasers…
Keep guarding that heart were in danger….

Chorus

Lay on this bed… the blankets spread like butter….
The lightning hit…. Now come & get this thunder….
Since love is dead…. We’ll make it with each other….
Hands on your legs… know that’s my bread and butter….

Butter (Prod. By soSpecial Beats)

IYKYK (Prod. By The Money Beats)

Howdy (Prod. By Rxkz)

(She said she wanna be… one day she’s gonna be… she said she wanna be
Shawty wanna be a thot…. X2)

Tryna raise our little girls, in this patriarchal world…
Tryna help em sparkle like these diamonds, jewels & polished pearls…
They fade too for what it’s worth, to nothing don’t know what is worse…
But fuck she feels so stuck at work surrounded by a bunch of jerks
Probably make more money taking pictures of her butt & twerk….
Dollars filling up her purse cuz she’s so done with love it hurts….
Post a couple under skirts as teasers on IG for thirst….
Caption it with “subscribe to my private snap to see it first”
18th birthday she made 18 hundred she might make it work…
Whole first week “Your balance has been transferred” her new favorite words…
She’s making thousands with the energy it takes to flirt….
Private message “Pay this $20 now to make me squirt”…
And plenty pay, at first, but now they all want girl on girl…
And dildos with a thicker girth, even if it rips & hurts
And they don’t keep their rebill on, each week is getting worse & worse…
She’s so used to dollars reassuring her can’t see her worth….
….Sometimes she thinks it would be better just to leave the earth
Cant go to her parents she knows they’ll say all she needs is church
Huh… you no what…..? Maybe she’ll show up in see through shirt
Give those stuck up fucks a heart attack until they eat the dirt
They told her Jesus loves the needy, sinners, whores & cursed
….Then got the nerve to say she’s wicked & her roles perverse
I wonder if they’d feel the same though if the roles reversed
Caught up in a lifestyle where the money’s fast & morals blurred
Inside thinks maybe creeping curbs is all that she deserves…
Overworked, health declining, lifestyle driving her berserk
Only distractions are the drugs, the liquor & the herbs
The Xanax, molly & the percs, she’s high until she’s in a hearse
To stay so bent & pay the rent gets her consent coerced….
One day she woke up saw it clear was like a second birth….
Sex work is real work… but trauma makes it feel worse
So if your only in it for the dollars… you should heal first…
Some daughters hate their fathers & trade honor for a real purse
While fathers judge their daughters knowing probably they’re the real jerks
And real hurt… can beat you down inside until your seeing spots
Its easy to get greedy thoughts…. now shawty wanna be a thot….

Chorus

(She said she wanna be… one day she’s gonna be… She said she wanna be
Shawty wanna be a thot…. X4)

Shawty Wanna Be A Thot (Prod. By Donnie Katana)

See it's always the image of change... that really makes the poem....

Today I feel so homicidal.... 
Cause I missed my daughter's dance recital, knowing that I am her idol....
Knowing I could break the cycle...  
Knowing those mistakes are vital....
I can't be that archetypal, only father by the title.... 
To their love & their affection I am not entitled.....
I hope one day I'll be there to walk my baby down the aisle... 
There to schedule all her bridals...  
One hand on the holy bible.... 
Word to Gabriel & Michael.... Rafael & all disciples.... 
I know life feels like it's final..... know failure & denial
Came so close to meet the holy ghost on nights I held a rifle....
Did that for my own survival.... only god can hold the trial....
Nowadays if we shoot at a rival that shit going viral....
Then we wonder why they spiteful & would die for their reprisal
Thats our life for... them to package sell to stores on vinyl
That's why it's vital that we learn from Jay-Z owning Tidal
We gotta own our masters, they want us alone & tribal.... yeah...
Avoid the spiral.... but don't fight the pain
You don't have to yearn for sunshine, learn u like the rain....
Remember times aint have a dollar left to ride the train 
....Now I use that pain.... to light a flame & (my whole life has) changed....

What happens when uh... any great musician plays a sudden piece of music, he plays it today & he plays it again tomorrow... is it the same piece of music, or is it another....?

Today I feel narcissistic….
…I’ve done too much bottle sipping, hope that’s not a problem is it….?
Let's talk, while we got a minute…. all these blessings god has given
Yes, I love the game but see so many niggas caught up in it
Losing all their friends over bottom bitches & profit splitting…
Don’t know they could start a business….
Don’t know good financial fitness…
….Materialistic….victims of their own decisions…
Me? I let Jehovah witness….
Even with no pot to piss in I was still so optimistic…
….Grew up artistic…. I was young & gifted…
….between a misfit & might rob your bitches…
….Between a mystic & might smear your lipstick…
….Barely existed now I’m near the limits…
I beg forgiveness for the nights I slid & scared em shitless
We risked it all over the smallest digits…
Now I’m taking risks to give my kids a balling Christmas…
Or trips to somewhere where they be sip on hibiscus
Don’t you want to live delicious?

The philosophy of change....From one point of view...Change is just too bad... Everything flows away... and there's a kind of sadness, a kind of nostalgia... There may be even a rage... Go not gently into that good night... but rage rage against the dying of the light...

Changes (Prod. CEDES)

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