All Weather All Terrain (A.W.A.T.) FIRST VERSE (Outwrite) Cold as the brook bitter brita get drained brain filtering the soot how to put it to paint been cooking in the bush rip the guts out a snake so tell me buddy hell is hungry what the fuck would it take beat a bison to death in a fight with my left like tyson well typing set cause the letters that i write might lighten the lie this is sight inside a cipher lives cycling tide goes blood and peroxide dirt in the cut both sides get infected well the worlds in a rush and i wonder why i'm working well i work for a buck so i guess I'm just a person who's determined his luck turning earning enough sermon heard on the bus the verdict aint perfect but i work what i got this is short circuit verses all surgical cut a verse person searching found church in a dutch through the good and the bad all the rocky terrain make a person go mad savage had to explain this is thick and the thin wind battling rain its all weather no pressure cause theres more to gain SECOND VERSE (Subtex) The birds flew the route as designed They in their right heads but really they is outa their minds A falcon to find a motherfuckin claw in his grip The obit has skipped the moment that the quarter was flipped The order dismissed regroup protect the harvest Row steady plant seeds digest the process Seen greater man foil in the hands of darkness Rock a chiefs hat something like an animal carcass Thats a full blown solar eclipse the older I get You living in this moment than this moment is next I gotta be honest really what we talkin is timeless And if not the best than we some of the finest Watch the leaves change color another page in the book scribbled Crack in the side walk attack of the eye balls Now you know theres always more to gain Cmon

Break Beats of Hell FIRST VERSE (Subtex) Lets take em back with new view Nah, lets take em forward rocking Fubu Due to the now school, due to Al Gore Due to route two Spray you with a fresh sent Dog I will Oust you I will not vague you Never honor me Cause i aint really happy yet Or where i really wanta be The sail is in the front ship Rock a wooly cap Back on his hunter shit black mask skully rap Cat cac-alack Back pack is not prada shit Not a back pack rapper neither He aint got a whip Lotta shit talkin in a very small outhouse Im older now not a fan of what they like now Bright lights only dimming Dive in a swimming pool Lying cynical Equation is chemical Invasion of men and monkeys Another beast cuffed Down goes lady liberty Clean the beach up SECOND VERSE (Outwrite) Trying take advantage but landing the gab had me stranded at the cannon with no lantern or match manage famished scanning panoramic for scraps since pampers planning my plan of attack (Subtex) of the clones throw stones in a puzzling corridor jaw japing picking body parts off a dirty shore door to door death of a salesmen on rock all in all build from the core and than flock (Outwrite) stockading verses draw and quarter the loop if i execute it perfect still torture the booth torch burning word lit scorching the roof truth merchant certain your version is mute (Subtex) mutated waited hated till the hay-day pay the piper diamonds its takes a sniper just to balance all the rightful omens roman coliseum striking at the high of moment aint playing cake and if i was that be the icing on it THIRD VERSE (Outwrite) Been polluting the youth with a beautiful spoof like go on get an uzi don't be choosy and shoot you can live it like a movie moody mimicking news just go head an get gimmick you can fit in these shoes if you treat it like a business what it'll do have you changing for the suckers like fuck it its food got no time for the fuss when others confuse These puppets for a king rings covered in jewels new subject success all of you fools aint the same as the aim straight straining my crew few paint it, ancient ain't it a zoo true straining, training till my knuckles are bruised late payment, cadence delivery do I'm a saying like a meant it till i enter the tomb way i structure out a sentence venom infused have a rapper talking vengeance like i stepped on his shoes

Heads Up FIRST VERSE (Subtex) Don't want be a star just a vicious vet who leaves you in a ball like Mr. Met Trying to rubix the cub trying to get a grib my 16s shot than they pistol whip but I'm sick of it I aint slept in days Ducking in the trench dodging lit grenades pick axe my way Keep the fire from under cause when you ease ups when you loose that hunger I'm trying to use that hunger always making records move that bundle banish light latern lite american stair american glair rock bottom nothing is fair a fucking hassle shackled while witches cackle in the corner the coroner sharpens his blade like warriors all in a day never call it a night if you call it tails up you aint calling it right HOOK Heads up we aint got time for yall Now a days the lower we is the higher we crawl Heads up and me and you aint nothing a like If you calling it tails up you aint calling it right SECOND VERSE (Outwrite) Chemical truth black art evident proof passed from the gods go ahead stencil my moves electrical arc four element technical talk introspective gentalman setting the mark dirt on peoples palms earths surface being bombed soil from the farm getting broiled in the sun money food water oil gold guns author a student a teacher to some process of movement like air in the lungs wind in the sail what should'a been sunk white shirt new socks twenty of skunk super human being just spit cause its fun last of breed in class full of duds known to keep it moving like a home when it floods twist trees like tornadoes stay blazing a blunt i'm the coal in the furnace so the engine can run committed and determined with the purpose of one chase planets life's circles rotating the sun THIRD VERSE (C-Rayz Walz) Heads up and make sure your neck keep watch like Rafael I will rock steady your whole beat box my grind is raw off the cuff when the mind explore with a free see we aint got time for yall So keep ducking the shot clock cause it goes on and on and it dont stop watch now a days the lower we is the closer we feel to the legacy of grey sky appeal the higher we crawl the further we go so the harvest will grow at the gathering like wheres walzo heads up cause it took all my strength to lift my dick so many haters I could use another inch cause me and you aint nothing a like sperm cells patiently awaiting the pike if you call it tails up im calling it snipe get left you aint calling it right FORTH VERSE (Kool Sphere) Listen; So don’t try to get at me I’m surrounded by old money Corner table Sippin black label like Clark Gable Choice is never flashy Voice is raspy I keep it moist Trying to hoist up the chassy Flow is nasty (uh) The definition how I rose to position Is so proficient Conditioned and rep it in repetition It’s me Kool Sphere keep my ears to the streets from the stoops to the Bently Coups career in deceit The road of success Molded the soldier was so depressed From the steps that was taken What I told of confessed Always taking the fifth Money making was swift In the drop tops the props was rock paper and fist I resist to be associated Cuffs on the wrists Miss appropriated funds for ice buckets of Cris A yo I lived thru the heartaches of struggle and pain Unitl my Decimals double and depart out the game That’s real………….

Acute Symptoms SECOND VERSE (Outwrite) In the placenta sent to stitch a sentence better than yall attentive hard to catch like medicine balls dimension extended wrench to cog gear clenching end it grew from a thought inventive incentive light up bulb disconnect rep crippled and bald correct yes still holding my cards be the best kept secret with the luck of the draw so after im done how the fuck can they brag move shit to the side colostomy bag popping a tag property hop in a cab cigarette life might be a drag if you fixate sight what you dont have fantasize flight not leave the pad jack frost breath i will crack your pipe water in the winter when i get on the mic THIRD VERSE (Subex) Code Red when the gauntlet hits hour glass promises I will task garnishes tarnish when the commit dips step aside electric slide cardiac arrest break the hand cuffs bout to break off from this stress something fishy in a dry lake nothing but a melody I am all the elements natural LSD cest la vie say no more ticking just to waste time sitting in a dark room thinking of the grey skies faith lies in nothing but a heart beat dummy Im walking with a limp cause the car set crummy parking meter change turned barber shop money In the cut when I shine jack o'lantern out a pumpkin Versatile vision verse vicious a Van Gogh We lamping in Brooklyn but thinking Japan doe You a panel of puppets with hands on your purses This is real as it gets while you mannequins worthless

Out My Path FIRST VERSE (Outwrite) While we watch fine well they swindle what little we grind Chizzle twisted literal chip in our minds not a missprint mystic, predicting our time news missing is it a fix fitted for blind citizens sitting inside sly, slight of the hand visiting hidden from eye plan plotting sign lion or lamb lost in a lie line in the sand, tell me is there god in sky couldn't tell yah, hella even if i know spinning propeller trying to leave on high note underneath the cellar to a view of the live show rain with no umbrella its a beautiful revival good and the bad pad reflecting what has had result of no hazmat suit in a lab blast ugly truth disputing the last laugh a lunatic loose whose computing your bad math HOOK Get that weak style out of my path Out out of my path Out out of my path Get that weak style out of my path Out out of my path Out out of my path SECOND VERSE (Subtex) Quarter in the pay phone Orbital flake clone Dna blue prints nothing to take home Trunk is the sky with a fucked up eye lid fuck it if I know Im stuck on this island Bucket of marlins crooked as Reagan look at they aint men They shook as a basehead took it to face value Notch the 8th volume tribulate and trial you With a gold medalian Looking so italian left the horse race slow through snow traffic Hoodie and north face Forth rate of pressure where the medic stretcher where the voice of bella where the fortune teller steak and portobello caught a triangle off the wrong foot with the high ankles bologna sandwich off with the skin I love real life thats a beautiful thing

Bait For The Catch FIRST VERSE (Subtex) Fuck a colorful rebuttal subtle is the mountain goat audible gore the bull horrible hord of affordable suicides door to door the routine doctrine on the low these motherfuckers do play possum On the go they ordered out to do the impossible impossable is really extremely illogical on the go like sheeps and wolves funny how the world turns keep that pull What’s that faith funny how god is godless not so modest out the truck ditch that carcass miss that life walk within an inch of myself intricate timelines thats a different hell These are my thoughts dont judge a book by author I’m stressed out rolling down natures courses gazed out at the moon weary age of forces centaur of attention people are horses HOOK Black top cross over old chain net boom box on the side bang an old cassette got a grill full of coal froze holding their breath still waiting on plate with no bait for the catch SECOND VERSE (Outwrite) Code broke no joke laugh between photograph life snap the scene this is tax day ax blade slash the fee cut the cost do the math actually lives a lotto pick bottle gripped shit saloon eat condiments still split my spoon pure gold behold no dispute its the inner working gear of the oldest truth go cold casserole frozen juice macaroni meatloaf living proof if you open up the fridge knowing nothing in your crib but a dirty bottle cluster and an a moldy piece of bread half a jar of mustard and an empty crate of eggs stomach bound to suffer food mustve grown a leg Moldy limb monster haunt hungry kids condiment on to it all of it sick powder mix alchemist chemical kit stove top bubble even in debt this blood from a penny i could easily stretch that last drop of liquid from a jug if it wet no coins in my pocket but the table gets set say grace for the plate well we wait for the catch flip the bird rotisserie mission aint new I eat you eat thats my crew

Roll Up My Sleeves FIRST VERSE (Outwrite) Its codeine in vein, pump flame through the blood something to gain, turn pain into love capture the scenery, paint it with lungs exhale what it mean to me, canvas that hung on the wall of the mind, since days i was young knew the world could be hurtful, trouble it rung blew crop circles, alien bud let the germ gurgle, heardaling drums its hair of the turtle hope to become next known in the plural, for the use of the tongue Hop scotch medusa, stoned from the jump organic computer, downloading a hunch Standard maneuver, use to the crumbs Say Word to the loser who shoot for the sun ink and a blunt, like a drink to a drunk kill my liver to deliver all the things that i thunk HOOK When they told me that I could wouldn't believe made me work harder had to roll up my sleeves but Im here now for the people to see just your everyday average iller emcee SECOND VERSE (L.i.f.e Long) We crushing all those taking up space reveal the truth bring it to your face than watch everything fall in place with grace like subtex crazeolgy mean ill calibration like the connection of this collaboration do the math add up this equation we bigger than your average figures monster like that beats with raps and tracks for listeners we your easy catch got fans stuck like rats on glue traps we reeping all over we got the map where you at meaning what state of the mind you in its bigger than the country city or region I go all out for everything I believe in So recongize your purpose you here for a reason go hard or nothing till the end when the spirits leaving Im outa here THIRD VERSE (Subtex) We walk synchronized foot steps prints in gravel memorize footnotes lost in battle Organizing crime crooks forced to slaughter Threshold best told crossing water More did up Mason Your boarded up windows ten cent a comic a quarter for pinball New world wind fall ready son son Whole crew is build Ready ready gun gun Seminal animal tangible judge men panel full camo wool mechanical heart beat run by a band of wolves candle lit led feed bred cavern front line labyrinth bad guys traveling slug slime Satellite sometimes lunar eclipse adding up punchline juke for the ribs no evil no god no right from wrong life's to short so we in it life long

Running Man FIRST VERSE (Outwrite) champion cant be pinned panaromic camera spin capture every angle when I tango with a pad and pen evident ever since ever spent minute with this medicine never been a sentiment set in a second tense letter read my penmsnship study, remember it genocide negligence only use a pencil tip focused on the venomous people pushing dope seem better road exist but show the boat and bitch pole stroking in an ocean rich life is just an opiate copious coke to sniff written in quote to get kids to meet the quoter quick never even notice it odor of a stranger death decomposing motive colder than a penguin breath posing for a poster suppose to be a poet let letters be the soul of every person with a slower step searching for a road well working on a goal to get HOOK Everybody wants to be a running man, running man brief case with a hundred grand, grand Sleep dirty the snakes in the sand, sand everybody wants to be a running man, man SECOND VERSE (Subtex) Another cold day in hell Make me loose my tempter Chewing sun flower seeds through a loose antenna 90s coming up bubble goose in winter Juice box for my lunch than I'd spar for diner dont get it twisted sometimes the heat went off wish i had the doe back for every sneaker bought wish i never was an owl head, (who) check behind me bus running late But the rest is timely There's dust in the air just enough to blink You must aim for the head Trust gut instinct Wow if Love is blind Well damn hate sees you never order out from the hand that feeds you 7 sins, I'm a sinister psycho Who truckin with a squad cause Ive done played iso I done played marvin and I done played michael the unsung thing is it's all one cycle THIRD VERSE (Subtex) A wise man is wickedest form he got a germ and a toxin pin point the center and exterminate options insert the venon but remain yet cautious live man running but a dead man walking (Outwrite) With tied hands cometh thy stride stay stalking beat you one legged in a race no stopping gracefully state plate scraping the bottom goddam scram the land of the rotten (Subtex) Ever Leave the house wonder when’s my last time breathing Never wear a mask, leave my eyes balls bleeding sever what he got, i aint going im leaving balance all the odds thats i what i call even (Outwrite) with a long scope cope broken english got a no joke flow cloke the lingus nope no pushing snow frozen splinter from shovel holding coldest winter

FIRST VERSE (Outwrite) While we watch fine well they swindle what little we grind Chizzle twisted literal chip in our minds not a missprint mystic, predicting our time news missing is it a fix fitted for blind citizens sitting inside sly, slight of the hand visiting hidden from eye plan plotting sign lion or lamb lost in a lie line in the sand, tell me is there god in sky couldn't tell yah, hella even if i know spinning propeller trying to leave on high note underneath the cellar to a view of the live show rain with no umbrella its a beautiful revival good and the bad pad reflecting what has had result of no hazmat suit in a lab blast ugly truth disputing the last laugh a lunatic loose whose computing your bad math HOOK Get that weak style out of my path Out out of my path Out out of my path Get that weak style out of my path Out out of my path Out out of my path SECOND VERSE (Subtex) Quarter in the pay phone Orbital flake clone Dna blue prints nothing to take home Trunk is the sky with a fucked up eye lid fuck it if I know Im stuck on this island Bucket of marlins crooked as Reagan look at they aint men They shook as a basehead took it to face value Notch the 8th volume tribulate and trial you With a gold medalian Looking so italian left the horse race slow through snow traffic Hoodie and north face Forth rate of pressure where the medic stretcher where the voice of bella where the fortune teller steak and portobello caught a triangle off the wrong foot with the high ankles bologna sandwich off with the skin I love real life thats a beautiful thing