Vinyl the Vigilante GhostlySwim-Dabrye_Temper HolyGhostRollingStone It's like two pats on the back // Then pass that // On the verge of a mental breakdown // Writers block // I guess the universe stretched me thin // Stretch Armstrong super flow // So I write the future with a spray can and a pen // I don't even find use for a pencil // If you're planning to erase // You might just find yourself landing flat on your face // I'm known to mack a flow // I gets deep like Barry with no beard though // Chicks wanna see the prize of the third eye // If you go blind // then you know why // It was predicted that I'd cause an uprising // Every time you turn ya speakers up// I'm up rising // I'm not straight edge // I'm ninjato // I take it to the head from a blunt or a bottle // Step into my realm and your bound slaughtered // Slain like the demons be // I'm Ichigo versus Aizen // When I zen // I mix up the blends // From blue widow // White rhino // To the chem // Dog // I'm so off balance // Walking across a tight rope is something like a challenge // A long forgotten history // Saturated in money, drugs, sex, and misery // Like a television set performs lobotomies // What truly bothers me // Is even though I know where my path lies // I'd much rather get my chick an order of animal style fries // Instead of ways to die // I've seen death and don't care to much for it // Everyday I'm ready go // I'm ready for it // I pray I meet a quick end // While I'm tryin to make some ends // More enemies than friends // But back to the money, fame, and the riches // When you got it // It's the good life // Time goes slow // But I'ma go getter // Freeing mice in exchange for the removal of a toe splinter // I'm so Leonardo // With a ninja turtle art show // That means I draw slow // But inspired much // Learning every technique before my time // Who's needs a crutch // I need a dutch // With the guts removed // Replace that with a little bit of purps and bag of shrooms // As I inhale the fumes // I let the shields of my eyes fall back and protect my soul // [You're just male dog opposite made// I'm a made man with made plans that I gotta fall through with// In this// Alien ant farm I stay truant// True to the art like a kickflip from bart simpson scribbling on a chalkboad writing stay mellow//] Talk about a bad dream or a hangover // Got me chillin with the dudes from the HangOver // Stealing animals from a sky zoo // Giraffes get they heads chopped off talkin bout my tunes // When I haven't heard shit from them // Dude// Get on ITunes // Hit up the karaoke // Do the hokie pokie // While I'm rockin name brand Provoke and Resolve shit // S.A.R.U tribe // Yakuza boss b // That's where I come from // So where you be at // I speak rhymes that most don't wanna get used to // Cause I'm always laughing at the news crews and they news too // So many wanna keep they lights on // Yet I always step into the darkness // I am the Darkness // Jackie Estacado // Could it be that my focus is the light and not tomorrow // I don't wander // I ponder like great escapes // Animals were meant for the wild // And not in cage // And amusement // You're not amusing // You can never tame what considers your life useless // It's just a different setting // Till the notions that you are the amusement sets in // There are some things you cannot comprehend //Which is why the lack of vision causes those to doubt existence // I wasn't drafted I asked for the mission // Took upon myself to keep belief more so than world peace // But pay tribute to the lama // Your savior // Your mother // Your father // I’m something like a holy ghost // And then I keep it rolling stone

Vinyl the Vigilante Damu- Wonka Beat 3 Jubei (Niggas don’t understand)<Repeat> {James Brown-super bad sample} Niggas don’t understand // It’s a ninja hierarchy // And I don’t need a clan // I run the land like Jubei // Fuck what you say // My tongue be the sword that I slash with // Leave you with an eye patch // Cause after my raps you probably gone need some rehab // Me bad // Or my bad // Your disgrace to the English language is so sad // Your weak raps don’t even deserve a response // Me and my people are connected through mental thoughts // (Meditation is the key// Whenever you don't have the trees// Meditation is the key) // Let’s leave it at that // I leave the map then never come back // And I use a PC to create all my tracks even though I’m a Mac // In a class full PCs and fesses with mo fees // And no way to pay shit // From Norway to Asia // My style is that I’m patient // Like Gouken on herb then // Higher learning urban // Shout out to Damu // And don’t let me catch reciting my shit // That might fuck up your tonsils // Dumb shit // That’s founded // And I am not astounded // I only listen to cats I think I’d get along with // That’s Slug // Dumb // Verbs // Aesop the original unmovable Rock // Intuition // Blu and many more names // But I don’t wanna sound like roadie // I keeps it rollin kickflip wise and with rolled Z’s // That’s zig zag just in case you didn’t get that // So stay off my nuts // I get the duckets, bucks, then the doe // Over ya head // I call that over flow // Shout outs to the homies though // The ones who raised me from a young cub to a hungry bro // (And?) // {What up Homeboy Sand} // That’s why these rappers don’t know shit // They always tryin to pick out the best lotion for jerking // Look out your chain is loose // And if it ever breaks that means I might have to kill you // So maybe you should drop out // Your poker face isn’t even worth the Lady Gaga wardrobe case // And I'ma be in my getaway car before I time out // Rappers talk a lot of shit // But all they really know is dick // If me, Despot, and Elzhi ever teamed up // That’d be the shit // Productions by EL-P // So I request you keep your homo tendencies away from me // Cause basically you ain’t got squat on my sentences // I’ma one man squad with my sentences // And you don’t wanna squab with my penmanship // My name should be Richard Grayson // And you can keep the bar exactly where it is // I’ma just keep walkin past that shit // (Niggas)

Vinyl the Vigilante MF Doom- Strange ways sample Harlem Shake Sample- Mr. Producto Beat [20 seconds in] Wreak havoc // Peep the style maverick // Like surf’s up // Your just a mark // And this is the happening // Fibromyalgia // Carpal tunnel psoriasis // Feelin like a kraken makin his home in the leviathan // If this aint beast enough // Then just stay quite then // While I // Take the road less traveled // Studio one // Instrumentals // And audio // With knowledge for the mind like Snapple // Day of the dead // I call it Bruce Campbell // Feelin like a boss in some sandles //(Chanclas) // Smokin like a rasta // Not a care in the world // (De nada) // [Strange ways] Like DJ Q-bert // I be pickin up frequencies from the unknown // Voices of the unseen tellin me that things really aren’t what they really isn’t // And I make a little bit of skrill but I’m still just a peasant // In the present // Behind the prism // Screw that lets just call it a little bit of Pink Floyd Buddhism // Last of the kings but I am on call // Radio polluted // Dead silence // Puppet masters like Shaw // To the children of man // Don’t get caught up in the ooohs and ahhs //And ooh la la’s until you lose your mind // Ima a comic book marvelist // Talkin to chicks like I was Bruce Banner // I’ll be here til Monday so let me Hulk smash ya // Cross over verse now I’m Solomon Grundy //Brought back from the dead to battle the mundane // With a // Bad case of the Mondays // The only thing that makes sense is the music that I play // Now what is iPlay // Is that by Apple // Or did I just make that shit up for product placement value // There’s nothing wrong with a microsoft // Just don’t get soft on’em // Or the titties that you watch just might go viral // Okay so now I’m just Toshing // The old saying was just Joshing until they invented blogging // I’m the shit so your toilet stays clogging // Don’t lose your head // I get like this often // [Strange ways] They say sleep deprivation causes hallucinations // If that’s a natural phenomenon then why do drugs produce the same sensation // [Word up to El Producto// And Despot// And DOOM// And Atmosphere// And Aesop// And Eyedea and Abilities// This shit is killin me// It's killin me// Its killin me// I'm so damn productive its almost destructive//

DopeDrums BLU [First Verse] Hearts// Clubs// Diamonds and spades// With a poker face// Stakes is high// Trapped mind// Open the cage// Double down// Split vision// Scoping the plates// It's roulette y'all// Place your bets on the ever so fresh y'all// To the whoever ever sold ex y'all// To the death of y'all// Fresh as the powder// Smooth as the oil flow boilin hot// John John// Two boys for the poison you pot// On some grown man shit// Fuck toyin with tots// Lessons// Knocks// Equal// Mine's hot as ether// Mockin off the reefer// John John got a heater// Bomb and I'ma leave you with a feel to your blow// From the window// To the wall// Call your folks// Like God with the quotes// Quick to get slick on the bong for the doh// Some black expo shit// Tryin to flip it on some hot Ex soul shit// Kleptos on some get doh quick// Better be true// Pick// Before I let go 6// As I head over the petro bridge// Vinyl [Second Verse] That was B L U// Now its you know who// Huh// ( Alright yo// Its like this// Check) Wisdom tooth bazooka// Pullin rhymes from the rhyme book// Readin like a nook// Just tryin to get some nookie// My uncle told me you gotta let these dames get dogged out// But fuck that// I'ma save'em all// Just a captain// And if they need a clean pipe to fix theirs// I'm right there with a smooth shaft// Just a bad ma'am ma jamma// With crazy grammer and pen skills// Sewing the word together// Pin wheels as my thoughts connect// I don't claim checks// I just let'em stack// Cause I got far too many things to carry on a strong back// Here to let'em know that black don't crack// And don't do crack// Just smoke herb when the time is right// Bond is word// Child golden// That's the goal// The perfect fusion of me and what I know// From an old soul// To a new one// A shook ones// I'm the prodigy// And I'm odd to see// I'm on my own grind// Just a mission to be// That's Common Sense// And not all have that// So much bullshit in my habitat but where to begin// We all gotta start somewhere// Sometimes all you need is a friend// Fin [ x5(Yeah)// Yo// Here to let'em know that it's gone be alright// It's gone be okay// Cause that's the way the story goes// Cause that's the way the story goes// Here to let'em know that it's gone be alright// It's gone be okay// Cause that's the way the story goes// That's the way the story goes//] Haz [Third Verse] Real talk// But// Talkin isn't doin nothing// Puffing something// Keep it movin// Even if you're tired of runnin// Never losing my grip// Haunted// This rhymin is how I talk// The rhythm I feel from it// You know what it is// The track's bumpin// Low pass filter// Filtering the high cuts// Cuttin out what is needed// Rinse// Repeat it// Let it flow now// Here it goes down then back up// Like life is that tough// The mission is the vision// Movin on and on// No matter what// Can't stop// Or let myself get bottled up// Here me out// Unless you suck on the beat// Took a couple minutes feelin// Transered onto the pads// I'm gettin// Pretty relaxed under L.A's heat// Damn it's too hot// But not as hot as the rocks where I came from// Small island you don't know of// But// I still stroll up to my home cause// It's my home and I ain't grown up yet// Still the same cat who left// No difference and the music's in check// To many of my favorite artist forget the style that they win with// And that's why I won't listen to them ever again// Shout outs to the MCs gettin real within// Shout outs to the homies doin what they can// Give it all you got// Supplying beats and food for thought// Like all the other cat's hasn't been working on his jump shots// I switched it up// Took one// Then stayed with it// Dope drums is what I come with// You can't miss it// Hittin you from both sides// It's the sounds// I guess you elevate it

TheDay [Intro] All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day// (Even when the daylight arrives// This creature still survives) x3 [First Verse] Hi kids// I don't make happy music// I make shit that sounds good// So you can use it// And I don't mean to sound so reclusive// I just don't give a fuck// Up chuck on the heelflips// Take a dive into the bowl and see if the wheels still spin// Round and round// Vinyl style// West side// West coast// This be where I smoke// There goes that prob again// Even when I take a toke I'm foot in that future sin// Now beware when the eyes are dim// I guess I'll never live that down// Cause I'm livin it up// Then it's back to the real// (The real) (Even when the daylight arrives// This creature still survives) All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day// (Even when the daylight arrives// This creature still survives) [Even when the daylight arrives// This creature still survives// Even though the actions that I take are brought upon by foolish pride] [Second Verse] Now with the joints pre rolled// Just make sure you tip your hat real low// You get the gest// You get the digs like Smacks// My music stays dope// I distribute that new age crack rock// Seeking God's approval for stability// Isn't given to those who posses such creativity// But silly me// Willingly// I will make ends meet// Like tying knots into the shoes you can't fit in// This world's got body bag embryos// With a means to no end// And if the quotas ain't filled// They add more the quotients// No questions involved// Like we all just devolve and regress// Back to a time when being spoon feed was the only real thought on our mind// Now its// Work hard and play steady// Like knocksville// You see// I'm a real jackass when I need to be// But I am not you// I'm the vinyl that gets pressed// The crate diggin DJ who knows no rest// The host of shows// The who's line// Knows goals// The one who don't boast// But I boast when I coast// Late night talk show host// Then I'm ghost//(Ghost) All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day// (Even when the daylight arrives// This creature still survives) x4 [Third Verse] This ain't lyrical// This is ball and chain raps// With a whole lot of apathy( Its all chemicals)// Status on dap// And I keep a little bit of love rolled up// In a gram if I can// And still maintain through the obstacles presented// But let me not fall into the stereotypes// Or the stereo hype like// I started from the bottom now I'm here// Two steps ahead and still no overview// (Yeah// No overview) [Class is session// When I rip it on this section// When this rhyme drops// No question// You better take it as a blessin// No tension// This ain't a pension// This is my salary// For wordplay hourly// And I'm allergic to radio bullshit// So pardon my allergies//]

Vinyl the Vigilante The Mantra [The Mantra// The Contra// The 8 bit// Bullshit I bypass so save it// I'm the wrong dude to cross fade with] While y'all fuckin with that colt 45// I'm busy tryin to stay alive in these dark times//(Side note)// I've never been to Montreal// On most days I feel like I mantra all// rhymes are like 8 bit// Contra// That means these ghouls are forever biting me cause I rhyme so nicely// I'm a little Bruce lee and Sonny Chi// Ba goes the sheep when you sleep// You count'em like numbers are the keys to the universe//(Numbers are the keys to the universe)//While this human verse prepares the curse for any rival or enemy// I'm ahead of me like ahead of you// I'm the dude that causes old ladies to pull their purses closer too//(Closer too) They say my literature is irrational like a radical// you're chillin with the remainder of my rhymes// While I'm chillin with the remainder of this time frame// I don't even know what day it is// I don't even know what kind of play this is// It's all Shakespearian// While you shaking from experience// I be feelin like the original darkness// Delirious// Mechanism defensive// turn table gestures// And please don't get offended if your sittin like a specter// I'm the reverse moonwalk rejecter// Mind projector// Your thoughts simply speculate// You hesitate// But over beat loops and beat breaks I find a home in the thymelici// As you follow my melody// [The Mantra// The Contra// The 8 bit// Bullshit I bypass so save it// I'm the wrong dude to cross fade with] I cast shadows// Your just standing in the shade of mine// With a shady mind// Like Eminem// Malbolgias// I Al Simmons them// And return on these hidden synths with outrageous sentences// Pale skin// Green hair mischievous// My ideas are devious and dubious// The brand nubian with no clue again on how to cure the foolishness that you possess// I be the kernal// While you Imo tet// You imatate// This ain't pop// I'm like a cool kid with no drop top// But I still wreck shop and call the shots// These ladies say they back is bored so I suggest they ride me til they reach the top// The rocket cop// The Rocketeer// Rockin with the heavy til the final frontier is here//(And it is here)

[First Verse] Like killer croc in lake placid// if you wanna trip out my wordplay is like acid// Its tribe ish// And its vibrant/Part mint condition// Part vinyl figurine// Like a kid robot/ Smooth talk over raps like its jazz// I got the pazazz of high class but im still workin my ass off// Rockin out in some church pants with table talk manners// Feedin meters over by breakdance beach/Spray paintin Garfield chillin with the vigilante// A southern cali southsider over break beats// Now if Kanye could earn himself a Kardashian Then I suppose I better stick to all my passions// And continue with rappin// Settin goals and meetin'em// Collaboratin with the homies and the legends// All these other cats I'm beatin'em// In this race I’m reachin my pinnacle// But the bright lights are like enclosed pipes where the cameras take aim and then snipe// I’m not Wesley// I’m from the west though// The same coast where the omega star sets though// Head in the clouds// And I'm feelin more like a jet compared to horse power// (rap skit- on the real though, on the real though. I saw I needed a hair cut right so I cut my hair then I looked down and saw my dick needed a hair cut, (all friends included)[That means my balls]. So I cut my hair, and now I just feel much better about life) Far too much to do// On an overload// Takin a breath// Inhalin the fumes// Takin a rest// Goin into cardio// Messin with this audio// Just a slave to it// The Truant (Slum Village Sample) [Second Verse] Okay so now I’m thinkin like there's two of me// Cause truthfully the only solution is to beast over diplomacy// Negotiations were short and out lived// The mouth of madness shouts when pushed against// Walls are sometimes meant to be broken or scribbled on// The world is a canvas said the voice to the idiot// Or maybe not// And if its true// Then why do people do the things they do// If I was older and taller I would try to save Dana Ves// Before the direction of the triple X films and the stress that it comes with// But I cannot// So my gifts are meant for those whose light shines brighter than mine// Because who am I but another earth worm attempting to rise above the ruble and the rocks/// Because who am I but anohter omes with// But I cannot// So my gif (Slum Village Outro)

[Some say I’ve got devils caged in my bones // So unsettled] I be on my Wu shit // Yakuza Mob crew shit // K R E dub set // Off the wall vans steps // The prison issues be the classics // Like the prison issues among the masses // I’ll never go back // I’m off radars like Ashton Martins // Creatin mountains of fresh ashes // And with the slurs and my words it kinda sounds like asses // Or acid // But get it right // I’ma stoner for life // Even if that shit is looked down upon by my future wife // That be the Alife // If you ain'tt got one I suggest you look into it // I'm immaculate when I'm rappin// Something happens// The beat just catches wreck like old people in an intersection// My time is now// Your time was then// Add points to my scoreboard because I always win// And when your life starts to flash sometimes you gotta look back in the past // In order to know where the present is // And where you’re going according to your actions // Nobody truly wants to help you with your dreams // They’re just acting to a degree // Where a degree can be placed in their hands // So that they may charge larger fees for the services that they render // I told you // These be the thoughts of a heavy thinker // Not heavy set // Cause I don’t think you really ready for the heavy // So I’ll keep it light as jogging gear// Word to Fiasco who be talkin that true knowledge // Just another successful brother that helped got me here // But get me here // Most times I speak with no hesitation // Sometimes I speak while on that rolled herb // It's to the head ( to the head) // (To the...) That stuff you can’t find in the kitchen isle // Believe I’ve tried // (That shit was like word) // Nutmeg to the dome be getting on your nerves // Lung infested // And light headed // I keep spottin this chick that’s new to my school // But we ain’t exchanged words yet // Large eyes // Tats on her wrists // It kinda looks like a bit of old school script // But I ain’t found out yet // So// The script be this shit // All so descriptive // You see I write life // You don’t have to speak dreams into existence // Cause people that talk game are ones who often bear witness // When I make shit // Ancient // Thoughts manifest // And the actions that follow // You want motivational speech // If so // Mahalo // Best believe I’m not see through or hollow // (Let's go!) On some Bleach shit // I’m not talkin getting the cum stains from your sheets shit // But that young grim reaper shit // Vigilante soul splitter // Dual persona // Take action like no other nigga on the mic // (I gotta) // Cause when I write shit that’s how I know everything is gone be alright // (Shhhhhiiiiiieeeeet) Like a young Ichigo// Except I ain't got the orange hair// And my style is the most deadly//

LoDeck [First Verse] [Shut up RC// RC will beat you up// And that's on record// You hear the seagulls// That's my beach house// They dying//] My glamorous life// Ulcers and terror frights// Softies at open mics// Fake lights// Fake mics// Real sweat// Burger king refills and dollar meal rodeo scratch// (Drip) Catch a ripple effect illusion// Out of place// Premeditated nightmare// Damn skippy// With a fold out patio chair in sin city// Catch a buzz like any self respected cult member does// MCs are just lunatics who pretend to count bars// Grimy// Bite pussy// Spit fuzz// Slit wrists watching wizard of oz// (Cynical) LoDeck -- [We can do that// Underground hip hop] Despot – [Yay] LoDeck – [This beat is dope] Despot – [It's okay] LoDeck – [I'm ill!] Despot – [I got nothing to say] LoDeck – [First name ain't really lyrical// I'm a cynical bastard// Low from J 23//] Despot [Second Verse] I'm living proof that the smallest figures can cast vast shadows of doubt// Given your order and that'll amount to nothing// I walk the crooked path up to my house// Huffin and puffin// Shakin my first in the air// Thinkin of something// To tell kids down the block who point and laugh at my mumblin// Like they'll never reach their dreams// Gray haired// Sayin that's life// It ain't a sitcom theme// It's more like ten people jammed in a closet yellin// There's poison in that lemonade the neighbor's kids are sellin// He writes your name on greeting cards// And purposely misspells it// Keep depending on the kindness of strangers// Their lives suck// And they're the perfect candidate to blame// Name an evil// That's how the happy family feeds// The glass slipper broke in the foot// Startin to bleed// Fat skipper floats past the sleepin scubba teams screams (I'm dying)// One yells back (We're tired)// Swim towards the light// Grab hold of something spiritual// Open your arms wide and hope to embrace a miracle// And catch death// Then curse life for getting rid of you// (I'm cynical) I'm cynical// Despot – [Underground hip hop] LoDeck-- [Yay] Despot – [This beat is dope] LoDeck – [It's okay] Despot – [I'm ill ] LoDeck – [I got nothing to say] Despot – [First name ain't really lyrical// I'm a cynical bastard// D E S P O T// Vinyl the Vigilante [Third Verse] (Shyeah// Yo) Just like a cynical bastard// I'm the switchblade you wanna cling to// When the fiends try to get ahold on you// Because you carry the golden rule// I'm hero sent to put'em in they place// While I walk// I create// New craters for they space// And couple for they face// Threats on my life becasuse my sub con knows what they ain't tellin// And they wanna buff up because I ain't buying what they sellin// So I make and then distribute// No disputes// I'm too real for these kooks// My eyes are dim because you gotta know when you can win// And when you can lose// Count your loses// I' m like Dwight// Gone super// Chillin in the office// The master chief// When I master chief// Y'all still tryin to get used to the corel reef// (My) Niggas be my niggas// Some are niggas// Some are island folk// Some are are hispanic// Cause be cut from the same cloth doesn't always guarrantee high quality// (Granted) I move at the speed I was given// You move at that speed// Cause the speed you were givin is the same reason why you ain't winning// Tryin to mess with the little dude// But that's the thing I'm the dude// The Big L who rose from the dead// While giving you descriptions of hell// (I'm cynical) I'm cynical Vinyl the Vigilante – [Underground hip hop] [Yay] [This beat is dope] [It's okay] [I'm ill] [I got nothing to say// Yo// I got nothing to say] [First name ain't really lyrical] [I'm a cynical bastard] Known as the vigilante (Ahhhhhhh)

[Dudu Stinks -- Intro Sample] (Hook) Diggin through the crates// Just tryin to make something great// [x2] Not a savior// Barely a saint// Just an artist with a mother freakin picture to paint// (Com'on) [Altogether x2] [First Verse] At the drop a dime// I'm so out of hand// Going ham// Going cheese// Going bread (And?) Los Angeles ink stains// Like FoodOne// And when we finish the ink stains// We do food runs// All across the atlas// We are a different breed// Something like the High Breeds// And all I need is a little bit of love from MJ to keep the chemicals at bay// From the bay to L.A.// We get it poppin// Once the beat gets to droppin// Then I drop in like a// Dramatic entrance// The transporter// The driver// The fast and the furious// Fists of// Kato on dubs// I'm so unorthodox// It's like (ehhh)// What's up// Nothing much// Just a little bit of blue before the rain drops// It's important know// I don't rap for the fame// I rap casue I want to// And for me// It's much easier than simply tellin a chick// Yo I want you// Cause that ain't gone fly on the fly// Grabin waistlines and poppin waistbands till they say// Stop it// I be like// That's funny// Because I haven't even started [Hook] [Second Verse] I'm not tryin to be that rapper that brings the crowd// I just move'em on course// 3 1/2 minutes of wordplay// No chorus// (Wait didn't have a chorus// Okay// Yo)// Then afterwards// I'm after words// Then i smoke like a forest// Acid rain in the forecast// Bleached skin gets tanned like Dallas// The other night// My little cousin asked me if I saw a ghost// Cause he saw me punching at the wind// I told him yup// And the key thing is to never let'em win// Again Like the ones who came before us thought it more valuable to drown away the sin// With a bottle of gin// While holding conversations with a Jinn// It's the shining// When I'm blinding// My soul is brighter than the star that rises from the knighting// Dubbed as the prince of dubs and thieves// With no pot to piss in// Or a tub// Yo// Once in that position// Made it my mission to roll blunts and pay dues// While drawing cartoons// And composing car tunes// [Hook]

They won’t kill you // But they’ll throw you in the lion’s den // What happens from there is between you and them // Be the meal or make a meal out of the most ferocious // This may seem atrocious // But that’s the way it’s been set up // (Fuck it) // It’s whatever // I got a lot of life to live and I ain’t worried bout another crappy bump on the road // It’s all a vagabond story // Samurai and Ninja // The scene might get gory like horror a story // The last sword drawn is the one that missed the battle but lives to fight on // Double Dragon remake // Mempo with the use of kendo and kempo // Y’all just a bunch of henchmen working for the shadow // And when it falls // Who gone be the one to tell you everything is alright then // Who’s the master of the universe that doesn’t need a hype man (Pause) // Alright then A lot times I walk around my city and I realize I don’t know how to lead // All I know is how to be me // All I’ve ever wanted was to be free // But is that enough // Who can you trust when you walkin down the block and its cold // and you can see things turning into rust // And the rush impedes any other thought // And all you wanna do is leave but at the same time // You see so many that are lost // And it forces you to want to lead // But you don’t know how to // There is no how to’s // There is no dummy books for takin a group of misfits and turning them into a heavy metal engine // And this is what grinds my gears // This is why I have no peers // Because I’m all about my path // My track // So stay yo ass in another lane // This is Stay Free// Like Trane jumpin a freight train and bombin a name // And stating was here // Saw it all //Then I broke the chains // Smoked the Jane // Listened to Staind // And it’s still been a while since I could say that I’ve actually had a good day //

Yo // Throw the peace sign up and put ya tongue through middle // Get wild // Go smart // Not dumb // Not stupid // It’s break time // And my policy is to relax // And make tracks that can get pressed on wax // And then scratched // I be tryin to get the kitty when she purs // But I’m an alley cat chillin in the burbs // That’s the word // And I be makin sounds like bur // Because the cold is unbearable // And yes that shit terrible There’s no winners // Or losers // Just those who take a step out to play frogger // With the big wheels // Yo I got mad will // I be tryin to make mad bills // So I can live well like arm strong // Just don’t let’em catch you with the bong // Still tryin figure out why smoking is problem // When we have other chemical imbalances with no way to solve’em // (With no way to solve’em) // Local authorities stay boring // I’m too universal for this world // Y’all boring // Makin rap bull shit // Rhymery extortion // It’s wordplay // I grew up with the tribe // Yeah this shit is abstract // Thoughts I had to extract // Possibilities that I see remain exact // (Play it back, play it back) I had to playback higher learning a few times // So I know what time it is // But what happens when your mind is capable of traveling to different places // Just astro travel like Quas b // With the same crewneck like Doug or Bill Cosby // And do grades really determine intelligence // Or is that just another way to put a stamp on what you’ve accomplished // While remaining relevant to society’s whims // (I know what time it is) // But I’m still tryin to get a little trim // The lights in my mind are always on // And never dim // That’s my imbalance // My mutation // But there’s only a chosen few // I thought you knew // And just in case you didn’t know // I hope my rhymes hittin you // My low gain got me feelin like Logan // That’s why I’m always smoking // My healing factor creates no side effects // But I am in effect // Mic check (mic check0 // I got that // Cause on the mic I stay blessed // Like Blest One // As I provoke and resolve for the best one // I’m just another animal // And you can’t remove my sharp teeth or my claws // (Best one) This shit is abstract// This shit is abstract// Thoughts I had to extract// And just in case you didn't know// I hope my rhymes are hittin you// And just in case you didn't know// I hope my rhymes are hittin you// And just in case you didn't know// You didn't know// I hope my rhymes are hittin you//

(Half baked schemes// Mysteries solved// Mice and men plans) [Hook] Half baked schemes// Mysteries solved// Mice and men plans// Lenny and George// Abandoned asylums and haunted black forests// I smoke so much weed I should probably be florist [x2] Viles bubble like chem sets// Releasin 13 ghosts and the episode hasn't ended// Werewolves and witches// Mad dogs and mad (whoa whoa whoa)// Special guest stars and mansion fridge raidin// Lightning strikes in the background and tree branch breakin// Munchies after trail makin// Footprints in the dirt// Footprints on the wall// Where the eyes follow you from a picture long ago installed// Benny Hill chases where the music is involved// Just ordinary people with instincts and motives// Once a new mask has evolved// Sewn//(Gone) [Hook] I wanna wolf out// And shed my skin suit// And walk around like my true nature intends to// Because the ways of ordinary man don’t apply to my wordplay pathogens// I’m more animal than half of me// Lower than a hammock// Just a Tarzan// Where my Jane at// Rolled up in something fat// Lit// And ready to go// Only to come back when its time for me to make a new track over Haz beats cause we get pressed on wax//(The end)