If I don't buy in trust the tv that makes me a villian but i think i'm just feelin' and i try to keep it real can't cover it up couldn't if i tried i cant be blind got too much pride to hide what's inside can't fault the actor you know he tries but sometimes mamma i just break free and sometimes mamma these chains hold me and if that's the life and death of crock and bandit then to hell with it all bring me a drink but if there's a spark left in the cadaver then let me know this shit don't gotta matter I'm done with the coda wanna find the cadence but there's things in my brain i don't know how to say it this is not my song and i don't know how to play it these are not my words and i don't know how to say em This is the message Lost in translation Between commercial breaks At the radio station Can’t hit the right notes Feelin’ complacent To be on the retail rack With bullshit adjacent Contrived pop stylings With some urban flavor Cheers to the witch And the lure of her charm Sex, Fame, & drugs Just completely disarms Looking forward With my bread crumbs handy Hoping to be A disenchanted dandy So do I take my chances On how she’ll treat me Or do what feels right Before she eats me

/I pluck peace of mind from a piece of rhyme/ That flows free with time, one the streets have signed/ With smiles and cries, alibis and lies/ Thru the peoples eyes in our donned disguise/ Some stunt like Knievel, encountering the d’evils/ I try to hook em in like the spoon and the needle/ Keep my blind faith like the priest in cathedrals/rap my blank canvas which I color from the easel/ Serenade H.E.R., even though I’m common/ With one love thru one mic to prove to I got her/ Make some Kool G’s on my road to riches/ And fuck shining with stars, I’d rather eclipse them/Things done changed, we’re too big for our britches/ This thing is way more than just money and bitches/ Dancin' with the devil, but lost the technique/ Can’t be Immortal just letting the tech speak/ I’ll break em off bars easier than Nestle/ Accordingly, I hope with Mister Herc’s blessing/ Paid dues to keep out behind the eight ball/ With Carolina On My Mind sorta like Ray Charles/ I spit razors to scar faces / Born microphone killer with amazing graces/ The premier guru flow above the clouds/ Jack be rippin', so how ya like me now?/ Put it in the air if it means a lil’ fame/ And send out a slug, if they play the blame game/ I’m a Clemson Tiger, they’re too timid to tame/ Scared as if Skillz was to drop their name/ /I shatter dreams and bring capital punishment/ No pun and I don’t think that you could stomach it/ If I pimp the pen then your hope’s plummeting/ In this jungle, don’t wonder, you’ll go under/ Get chopped and screwed like a tape by Robert Davis/ Or buggin' like a spray of some of that orange agent/ A young prodigy that wreaks havoc and hell/ A ghost faced killah spittin'’ some fish scale/ Sippin' sum yak, blowin' swisha’s and doulja/ Microphone fiend, but never lose my composure/ But I’m the dude, just tryin’ to live/ If death is certain, then I’m gonna shit/ On wack emcees with a ten percent diss/ And give these fucks the Jada kiss/ Got styles like Sheek and I picked the locks/ But I’ll damned if I don’t do it like Crock/ Essential to rap like the word cocaine/ But they keep wantin' Proof like Kurt Cobain/ Sit back and chill, pop pills on Sugar Hill/ Thinking bout how the sunset I’ll kill/They see the game and then they’ll try to play/ And when you fail, feel free to fly away/ Cause ain’t no rapper, rugged as this/ And every record label today sucks dick/

/Blessed are the meek who seek/ Solace in more than material dreams/As the stereo screams of wealth and earthly possessions/I guess some fight tax breaks and some depression/ Isn’t that one helluva lesson?/ How does one teach if they’re not done testing?/How you keep it real with false confessions?/ How you kick spiels bout your false profession?/ I refuse to glorify, I seen what drugs do/ And yo, not for nothing, but Jesus loves you/ You know that powder in your nostril ain’t you/ Yo, Why you let that bullshit taint you?/ Who am I to judge? But you better/ so… Stop being foolish and do better/ There’s beauty in pain, you just have to look/ same with anything, you get out what you put/ /Hold me close and don’t let go/ Close the curtains and stop the show/ Knock back a shot and embrace fertility/ Stereo-type and embrace senility/ Kill, kill in the name of religion/ Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition/ Tryin’ to Eagle, facin’ par four/ While kids are raped out in Darfur/ Who do we hate more, them or us/ Hail to the chief, in Bush we trust/ It goes witch hunts, red scares, and terrorism/ Let he without judgment stone the sinner/ Find oil barons to invite to dinner/ He with the power will choose the winners/But you caught up in your vanity boo/ I want to watch humanity die with you/ /The Great Recession, Second Depression/ Fuck the labels, our funds have lessened/ Wall Street’s leery about investing/ At Congress, GM and Ford are begging/ Our pimp’s spending a bit excessive/ Still waiting for the anecdotal lesson…/ To divorce court we’re all susceptible/ Yet we exclude the homosexuals/ Can’t have a taste for twat and testicles/ Gon choose the right, and keep professional/ Check Obama for the mark of the beast/ Maybe American, but his hearts in the east/ That’s all I hear when I’m walkin the streets/ Funny they squawk but won’t talk it with me/ Ignorance is bliss, and you look ecstatic/ You say devoted, and I say fanatic/

(1st Verse; One Sixteen) /Hey lil’ darling, you’re so disheartening/ With this Shakespearean drama u startin’/ Play Juliet, and I’ll feed your poison/ That’s for tryin’ to bring another boy in/ Love ain’t a game, so why you toyin’/ With my emotions, tryna look coy and/ And this was the reason that I stayed single/ Fucked around and on occasion mingled/ Hell, you wanna fuck if you feel a tingle/ Poppin’ cocks like they cans of Pringles/ If you wore white, it symbolize the semen/ For every pearl necklace from a dick you’d squeezed and/ Sport the scarlet letter, with a smile a beamin/ There’s a place in hell just for you and demons/ Hope when you piss, you burn with syphilis/ And shed a tear thinking what you did to this/ (2nd Verse; 2 Sixteen’s) / You walk around town, tryin to strut with your ass/ And bat your eyelash at every dude that pass/ Smile with a heart that’s cold as brass/ Pity any guy who’s up to the task/ You are the reason that my lunch is a flask/ Couple Adderall, Newport, and a black/ Messin’ with cupid, I must’ve been stupid/ These fucking drugs made me think I was lucid/Thought I had it down, but it wasn’t computin’/ Baby it was bowel, not emotional movement/ We used to cuddle, now that’s been muddled/ You said forever, and I’m fucking befuddled/ To show how I feel might get me in trouble/ ‘Cause then I will need Drain-o and a funnel/ In fact, this rap’s not the worth the time/ Damn it, now I’m second guessing my rhymes/(6 Bar Talk Break) /You think your Shaggy, I got pictures/ I seen receipts for lunch and dinners/ You forgot all about the park walks in winter/ That love that shone’s, barely a glimmer/ Tainted the bed where we slept and sexed/ Take you back? You best forget/ My heart was open, and so were your thighs/ What once was mine is some others guys/ But that tape we made, will be put to use/ On this fun new site they call You-Tu

/Rhyme for rhyme, unmatched complexity/ can’t touch me like a case of leprosy/ I spit disease without a remedy/ and laugh at how most are embellishing/ Like one can’t sell just being themselves/ Like their scars in your bars, where’s the welts/ Are you compulsive, in need of some help/ Or are you just scared of being yourself?/ You socio-pathic, feeling erratic/ Or upset killer don’t fit your schematics/ I’m content with writin, bars that tighten/ Up your nerves and leave you frightened/ Tell me dumb it down, you too enlightened/ Sorry but these cats just aren’t sufficing/ I’m fond of this which I’ve took a liking/ Can’t stop ‘till their blood pressure’s spiking/ Pillage the game like a fucking Viking/ Grab my bottle and try capture lightning/ /Yo Jack roll up that Marley Mint/ So I can spit disfigurement like Harvey Dent/ I’m lil’ cocky, beggin my pardon miss/ But even Mario don’t spit as hot as this/ Pass the bottle and bring some bitches/ I’ll exhibit the fine art of pussy stitching/ Sew it up and she’s all yours/ Love her like a woman, fuck her like a whore/ I’m arrogant and aware of it/ A rapper’s rapper with no comparison/ Strut like a bit of Ric Flair’s in him/ One in a million, like one of the rarest gems/ The rest of you bums get but one reply/ Hurry, hurry up and die/Big like the kid straight outta the Stuy/ Could clip my wings and I’d still be fly/ /Rap’s got a sickness, and it makes nauseous/ So you Paris Hilton fucks had best be cautious/ If I swing the sword, the death is flawless/ So drop the mike or become a target/ I’m the Burg, to a degree that’s absurd/Tatted on my chest, influenced every word/Spartan in a the sense that I love to battle/ Hopped on the horse, back in the saddle/ Question my motive, but not conviction/ Or try stop my rise and throw a wrench in/ Took my time to build suspension/ Tinker with flows, and build more diction/ Got a rep and earned my worth/ Just to blow their minds, like virgin birth/ Ya’ll trip me out, so concerned with turf/ So I’ma even the level and burn the earth/ Sick with flows for days/ Tired of throwaways/ the game is full of these…/ Disposable Rappers/ Johnny come lately’s/ Weezy F. Babys/ Carbon copy ass…/Disposable Rappers/

/Hopelessly devoted since I was child/ Took forth your comfort through tribulations and trials/ It’s escape not found through a blunt or a vile/ In love with your style, and the speakers, they smile/ Picked up the mic like…/Yes Yes Ya’ll, 1-2 Ya’ll And It Don’t Stop/ The industry will not read the eulogy of hip-hop/ Dear Mister Record Executive/ Why you exploit the art that will lets us live?/ Turn people to pawns and make impressions on kids/ Make light of our own confessions of sin/ Left a trail that leads back to normalcy/ A way back if I fall to the fallacy/ Where’s the contract and where’s the advance/ Too poor for a lawyer, no hope for a chance/ Said you like the buzz I got doing my own thing/ Promise that together, we’ll expand on my growing/ Now I’m with producers, say I’m preachy and cheesy/ Tell me swag it up and just pretend that I’m Jeezy/ Fall from the constellation/ All to Execs. Elation/ Fucked without penetration/ And they keep saying patience/ Tell me start a beef or two-step like Unk/ Ask where’s the eight-o-eights, needs something with thump/ Here scratching my head like what in the fuck?/ Thought it was dope beats and dope rhymes from the jump/ Say you need a gimmick to hell with your lyrics/ You ever been shot, or have a problem with spirits/ Dual personalities or something of interest/ I mean damn, your too skinny to appeal to the women/ You’re a southern boy, so where the hell is your accent?/ Your white too, you ever been on a tractor?/ I’ve been in a few battles and plenty of ciphers/ I can move a crowd and I’m a helluva writer/ Got the charisma of a young Roddy Piper/ But you’d rather have me play the role of a liar/ Create some image to which the world should aspire/ Have me prance around stage in some goofy attire/ Try to outsmart the bitch before I’m thrown in the pot/ Because all I ever wanted to be was Crock/

/Room is pitch black, scattered glow sticks wavin’/ This here party central, it’s a high school haven/ She steps out on the pavement, with her mind on Damon/ This really ain’t her scene, but there’s something worth sayin’/ Got a shirt, a skirt, and face full of makeup/ Knows it might hurt, but she’s hopin’ they’ll makeup/ Shit’s jumpin as she enters, and in the corner’s her ex / Stomach starts churnin, don’t know what to expect/ She walks towards Liz, friends since they were kids/ Sees him with a whiz, asks if that’s what it is/ Liz doesn’t know, and she’s not trying to ask/ He’ll pass her in the hall and won’t speak in class/ Thinking back to the river and how her legs would shiver/ How they first touched ‘neath the moonlight’s glimmer/ Took some comfort in the fact they were both beginners/ Both unaware of the seed he planted within her/ She’s known for a week, but won’t dare tell a soul/ Thought she had control, ‘till the car finally rolled/ Wants the truth to be told, wants to be consoled/ By the boy who’s made her cold, boy she used to hold/ A Friend gives her a drink, to help ease her conscience/ Feels the butterfly’s flutter and she wants to vomit/ The music’s pulsating, and her heart is racing/ Makes her way towards Damon at a steady pacing/ Her face to face is here, for which she’d been stalling/ Suddenly she’s convulsing and he catches her falling/ The crowd is stunned, calls for the e-m-t’s/ But decide against that, for the sake of police/ She’s lifeless, twitching, and her eyes roll back/ This ain’t what he pictured, far from Kodak/ Lifts her gently, lies her backseat of the car/ Pumps the clutch, shifts the gears, as he speeds to E.R./ /Never will I leave, Never will I leave/ The more you make bleed, the more that I believe/ Baby, Please don’t go… go… go…/ The more that I concede, the more you make me bleed/ Please don’t go/ /He’s swerving through traffic, sporadically gasping/ Tears welling in his eyes, can’t believe what’s happened/ As the rain pours down, he’s desperate for traction/ She’s not doin’ much movin’, and his heart is collapsing/ Pulls to the hospital, and he’s shouting for medics/ Two come running with stretcher…/ He calls her parents and when they finally arrive/ He tries to explain but instead just cries/ Says the chances are slim for her to survive/ Professes his love and swears that he tried/ The doctor comes out with the tox screen results/ Said there was x in her system which spiked her pulse/ Time of death was twelve forty seven/ Says she’s probably happier in a place like Heaven/ Mom’s hysterical, Dad’s staring at tile/ Then the Doctor reveals the girl was with child/