/I spit that Carolina shit/ Fresh virgin vagina shit/ Label's wanna label this Messiah spit/ That fire that had charred Richard Pryor shit/ That angel status/ Nobody higher than/ Michael & Gabriel/ Bartleby & Loki/ Archbishop pulling sacrifices on the low-key/ Like the Lord, you heard of, but not know me/ Home but never home free/ That's word to my homie/ The one, but not the only/ Bereft of the phony/ While I throwback, Duckhead & Saucony's/ Bars: Meat & taters and ya'll rhymes are baloney/ Break barriers, but being real is real lonely/ DAMN!/ Put a call out to Primo/ I seek boom-bap like they were searching for Nemo/ And this'll make 'em sick like a dosage of chemo/ Chinga tu madre, you all are mi ninos/

(Crocker Verse) /I’ll never leave, I’m a fixture/ Wattage permeates, makes you sit up/ Baby grab your sip cup/ I am pent up, but never burn out/ Hold her close, refuse to ever turn out/ Recluse, what you learn now/ I tell em naw son, I’m pissed off/ I’m the King, bitch, you Jim Ross/ Flow E.D. ,it’s been soft/ Came young, quick, you got it Kriss Kross-ed/ Got the game locked down, now, it’s Rick Ross-ed/ Freaky Tah, Corey Haim, you been lost/ E. Coli, son I’ve been raw/ Shoot the old dog, fuck a Glen Rob/ Idi Amin, I’d rather see intestines/ Smile, then ask the Lord my blessings/ Got a light I’ve been suppressing/ So I guess this here is my confession/ I’m a seeker of truths and it’s lessons/ Never leave, for doubt of second guessing/ Taboo like a purchasing a Seinfeld DVD/ After Michael Richards tirade TNT/ But for now I’m beaming, SY-FY T-V/ Mama, can you see me?/ Breathe fire like I ate the blue flower/ Now I Illuminate the dark, Duke Power/

/From a brain full of Ritalin, concocting images, that leave grimaces up on my nemesis/ The genesis of a boy to man, cup of joy in hand/ As I implore unto them/ The game is SICK!/ Wheezing and frothing/ I'm NON-DESCRIPT!/ Just weeding my conscious/ /I'm extra-terrestrial/ Invading your stereo/ With a bit of celestial/ And a touch of ethereal/ I know my role and I play with it diligence/ /Hate in my heart that I reflect in my sentences/ I'm like "Where in the hell are the villains?"/ And if you cool, why in the hell aren't you chillin'?/ /I'm so eager, trying to bust up/ You'se a beaver, bout to tuck nuts/ It is what it is, you either killin' or not/ But me, I'm selfish/ Never revealing my plot/ /Now I....Won't compromise/ /I can look at ya baby, and I can see in your eyes/ /Now you....what ya wanna do?/ /There's a million chances and girl I just can't lose/ /What you wanna do?!!/ /Baby, what what ya wanna do?!!/ /There's a million chances/ /And I can't lose/ /3 day trip, man, my body is so numb/ She's three minutes in, I'm tryin' to hold cum/ Feelin' quite right, it's prolly the V.D./ She puttin' in work, Im' watchin' the TV/ Pussy so moist, you could soak in squeegee/Tell by my fuckin', I'm a fan of the Bee-Gees / Let's out a scream, that tells me that she's piqued/ /Asked if she was great, I reply with a teehee//Are there anymore seventy's baby?/ I'm geeked like a seventy's baby/ Bell-bottom jeans, shirt, taco meat/ /Plus she got a fresh cut and Mr. Socko's teeth/ /Chain smokin' cigs, watchin' P.B.S./ Peepin' Mr. Rogers, thinkin' "Man he's fresh"/ /L passed to me, I said not anymore/ In walked her Mom, I said "Not any whores"/

(Crocker Verse) /Holla young man, it's the incomprabable Crocker/ I'm the head of the roster, you the food that they offer/Articulated, know that I'm proper/ Sophisticated, tailored as mobsters/ Favored in heaven, nirvana, hell/ You show weakness, I'm the pirahana that smells/ You comma, pause, and it shows/ I'm charismatic, obama, after bumps of blow/ I funk and roll, you never could pick/ Punctual and a helluva prick/ You the butt of the joke, I'm clever as shit/ You a boob, I'm compelling as tits/ Damn guilty, I'm a felon with wits/So Gallagher, smash ur melon to bits/ It's so black and white, no melanin tiff/ They fuck with us, even on a celibate tip/

(Krosswordze) All the world's a stage I guess I'm not a part of the act I'm a part of the problem in fact, 'cause I'm smarter than that Label they've lied to me, tied to me, time and again I've tried to be wise truly, but all I've found in the end That currently currency's a staple of men, I hate to be grim But the line of intelligence and ignorance is apparently thin In this garden of good & evil, the heart of me couldn't equal A part of our chosen people, the art in our culture's keeper In hoodies, and sweats, Adidas Kangol's, Gazelle's, and Beepers From one of the most respected leaders, to not even considered even We've even considered leaving, mistreated, enslaved, and beat us In history's archive and hard drive they've tried to delete us In this world of tomorrow, they treat us like yesterday When they think it's cool to stay high, as the dropout rate Been at war for a decade and can't get the budget straight What can I say, I guess it's just the American way (Hook) Kill Whitey! Kill Whitey! Say what you like but you think just like me Die Darkie! Die Darkie! A million words you've used to hurt and scar me *Repeat Once* (Crocker) Through the trials and tribs, vials and hits Say it's uh, wild as shit, way they styled the script Tailored..not to impoverished, but those who admonish Rape the resources and leave us in bondage Fuck the literal, but the literal is It goes a lot deeper than subliminal shiiit Work to die, work for why? If you don't contribute, you're worthless, WOW! So the wealthy prosper, then they tell me Crocker Quell the nonsense, don't hail the honest I tell 'em: You monopolized, prophesied But you've not, nor never seen through prophet's eyes Killed Martin Killed Malcolm Took Marcus Garvey and tried to out him I prefer the poor and scorn the rest Fuck Barack Obama, elect Cornell West (Hook) Kill Whitey! Kill Whitey! Say what you like but you think just like me Die Darkie! Die Darkie! A million words you've used to hurt and scar me *Repeat Once* (Hafez The Beast) Religious odds we facin', between God & Satan So my rap lines, compared to landmines, is detonating Situations, promises, but nothing was kept When I sleep, then I'm a thought closer to death In a dream, I see footprints, two sets of steps Woe from the sweat, cold and upset, flow and connect It's like, life is good, then it turns for the worse Scroll the holy books and then I search for a verse It's my race, my religion, my faith My description, bickering through Jews & Christians I throw needles and you duck, so it's the point that you missin' It's hilarious, make salat, viewed as terrorist Racism, poverty, secret societies watching me Making prophecies logically follow me This my philosophy: No More Drama Baby girl get the world, I love Alana, and her mama Word