"i said do you hear me now 1 2 3 4"
back it up you wanted it
the game you call
im feeling it
now light it up
we smoke it up
and we blaze it high
and we fill the cup
and i know the game 
we stomp em out
we kill em all
no time to doubt
no time to sweat 
no time to play
we run it now
now todays the day
we run this shit no stoppin now that we burn it down to the fucking ground
and you talk that shit, you push me round, and ima knock your ass on the fucking ground
established it, you can accomplish this, you aint leaving this, we breathing this.
we heating it, while your eating it, we feeding you, you dreaming of this, no cheif in this 
and we creeping on, you fallin off and we hoppin on. you ambient, Mr officer. no time to run 
so we bring it on. so we bring the guns, and you sneak and run. we straight compete, 
you scared of me. no Heat to Heat, we show the teeth, now let the fucking lion eat!

dont call me no, no lunatic. i think it out, no time to spit. no larger dose of reality. no fuckin lie. you sold to me. now look at what you brought to me, something had to give and i guess its me..so god damn are you listening, now shut your mouth its happening. and get the feeling the fillin me with this bitter fuckin flavor. savior, behavior. Mayday with an AK. aim it at their faces. lets pray for the game to chase us. mother fuckin children hoppin off the bass line, lay waste. hearts inflamed into the tops of the building. this aint the real thing, but we can fake the feeling. yea you seem to say it meant a million fuckin words. but we all know that ya fake  hard for saving face so lets say it was a lie i believed.  it tastes like metal trapped between the gum line hidden in your own lies. you know that your tongue tied. you stupid bitch i dont lie. hold the rope and lie down, welcome to my fucking town.
i cut it up and you play the roll.
i snort it up and you start to fold.
its 911 on the telephone
He outta breath and we bout to go.
drop him off at the Texaco
swerve all night we never know.
whos watchin us we gotta grind
you tell us all the fucking time 
gotta stop this shit before you pay the price
well i dont give a damn, we roll the dice
we play the odds, and we chock it up to luck
and fuck it up, twist a jay up in the streetlight.
play another tune. while i party in the spot light.
the fuck should I do?
as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
i wont fear a mother fucker cuz there aint none left
thats realer than i am. I am on another planet, yes i am.
and if ya want it, it'll cost a grand in the pocket. drop a locket let it go.
i dont give a damn boy cuz i run the show.
so flip a 50 come and get me. faggot let me know.
if you realer than i am then we should fucking go!
savior, behavior. Mayday with an AK. aim it at their faces. lets pray for the game to chase us. mother fuckin children hoppin off the bass line, lay waste. hearts inflamed into the tops of the building. this aint the real thing, but we can fake the feeling. yea you seem to say it meant a million fuckin words. but we all know that ya fake hard for saving face so lets say it was a lie i believed.  it tastes like metal trapped between the gum line hidden in your own lies. you know that your tongue tied. you stupid bitch i dont lie. hold the rope and lie down, welcome to my fucking town.







AKmayday

Jay Compton