Jail, weak bone marrow, so frail Hell, conjugal visits with no tail   The only mail delivered in, is from males  Who were likewise, ridden in, on a rail  No one, comes to refine, they all pale Most of em, fall right in line, they all hail Managing abandoned ships, with no sail Languishing, into the grips, of their total fail Blood spills rose hips for the sake of grails  Used by the fuse, in the wakes of whales   Well, you wanted attention, cast a spell Tell, some “hate prevention” and map a trail  Selling prisons, for victims, and childrens  Unwell, and all unwillings, with similar feelings Cells, of liars, and even more for real’uns Jezebells, who wouldn’t give a diamond back to Curt Schilling  Mostly egos, plagued with elephantiasis  Notably, equals phrased as antisemitics Pots calling kettles both contribute to the climates  Lots falling animals, to give unto their highness  It’s awfully hot, flint-lock, then it’s cold Back and forth, tick tock, the rest gets old (tick tock) God-forsaken bloodlines who think they shit gold All crime families hide until they get exposed Not unlike, the timeless mother/Jesus narrative Once upon a find, then brother’s deemed a terrorist Two thousand years spent, guess who’s bearing it? Who hoards common sense, yet who’s sharing it? Them toting excess, pay less and curfews But you know what they meant - patience is a virtue  The path to exile, The Lord versus few, while Sin traps gentiles and hurts yours too It’s a hollow, hell of a load unfortunately  If you just follow the yellow brick road, Dorothy Be a good mouse, solve the maze for some more cheese They own the house, til game over or the board leaves  That's if, we forfeit and change the play  That which the good Lord giveth, he takes away The more we cure sickness, the more we feel praise The more we covet riches, the more we will fade  Better to give it, the old college try and die Than to never get to punch this bully in the eye They only know pain, they trade it to survive We purify with fire and keep the stoke alive  Which do you choose, fear or faith?   What have you got to lose, love or hate?   Why not pursue the good and heal the lame? Who needs evil? No one, it’s just easy to blame

Cause I'm in Drug Court Hey bro, want some dro? No, What's up dude? Grab a brew. Fuck you! Achoo! Zyrtec'll do the trick. Yeah except, Kombucha? Cause I'm in Drug Court I know this bar, it's not far. I'll wait in the car, I am a felon though, that's okay? No way! I hid the drugs up my ass! I'll pass. Ever Vaped crack? Cause I'm in Drug Court Come with me to L.A? I can't leave the state, Ok sir, drop your pants, man... brunch today? Sorry I got AA, Wait, they can't test for acid? Cause I'm in Drug Court It's cool. No really, it's cool. I will be out of here very soon. Bye dudes!

[Dad] First off, Dude you shoulda quit while you’re ahead John Cusack and friends - better off dead It’s like the youth were misled, when I Catch you again, it’s off with your dead head Pleb, no wins and no ends, Don’t have a home, or your own bed to wet Have you hit puberty yet? Do you even skate, or just play minor threat? But then you slipped, when we pulled the rug Out from beneath your poor excuse of a rub and tug I get it. You’re broke, it’s not enough, but Under no circumstance do you try to rob the plug! Dumb fucks tried to break in like nunchucks Ended up playing with blue balls - numb nuts I been there bro, I know it sucks Next time, tell your mind to shut the fuck up! Wait, unless you wanna steal Bob Odenkirk, nobody likes a thief for real And we don't want to see you bleed (especially me) You’re anemic, and need to stay free from Unnecessary roughness, like me son See son, what you tried to do is like treason And to me and mine, it’s like hunting season You fucked up doc, don't stand by me son We made a movie, you guys are the reason Gabe - whose car is that make Gabe? What about your boys on tape Gabe? You know, those dudes who had your back Gabe Back to granny’s house, with no take Gabe? Bro! No more GTO amigo, the World is not yours like Al Pacino You came up short like Danny Devito, so Why not get lost like Gabby Petito. Granny, check your Niño. El niño is spanish for "you fucked up dog, your homies fucked up cause now all y'all guilty." [JToth] Big dog walked in, a puppy, in hindsight He brought with him a guppy to a knife fight And I'm a nice guy, but Something smelled fishy, like a rice guy His lies were like lice hidden in his fur Sure, he was dry snitching on himself, itching I took a 38 special, and hit him. No I Didn't, that was Samwise Gandhi, myyy ninja I felt like Master Splinter. Do we serve him tonight, or, leave him on ice 'til winter? He no hablo'd ingles, like a Spanish prisoner Shall we take these broken wings, mister mister? Then Dan hit him, and got a whole lick in Rattled his jaw, all total teeth clicking Occam's razor-burned Murphy's law, had him Sitting up and speaking, like Pavlov's dog What? You fucking mutt. Damn it dog, you been planning this all out, As if, we were just some mannequins or Ken dolls. Was it the fentanyl that had you so whacked out you Acted out a snatch-n-grab at my man's trap house? Bruh, next time choose life Bruh Even as a cat, you can't lose nine Bruh Pretend to be a man, like one strike bruh But you fucked up dog, Shelton was like BRUH! Yuh, now list would-be accomplices Emails, phone numbers, parents' names and addresses And he confessed it all, no hesitancy, we Collected his Snapchat to confirm identities Then we broke his knees... kidding! Mister Wolf took care of Jonah Hillbilly, Like a retarded son you don't acknowledge willfully or Openly, so I let him go, like really, go be free.

Catch me if you can man Try not to tweak out, like a sad plant Treat tricks like nails, think Bam Bam Flintstones are only good for hammers and bad slams What you can dream, you can be like the sandman Or Oscar the grouch in his trash can You are what you eat, like an ass man Shoot straight from the hip, nice with the blam blams Hesitant towards randos or happenstance Like record labels handling of gangsta rap Ghosts flee from me like I was Pacman ringing the alarm on their four-cornered false flag Bad clans, old money making mad clams Hoarding goods, wealth and water mad fast Skaters don’t give a damn hashtag SkateOrDie (seriously?) As a matter of fact Everything else is madcap clap track from the same asshats that once banned blacks Which applies to you - nad sack or sack tap? I’m just a board, that snaps, you get laughed at. HA HA

[Space] You know me, semi-cool, semi-goon, forty-five HCP, semi-tool, we at war with any crew Let it roar like Hemi dues, blowing more diesel fuel At the bar, I'm Remy fueled, half a bar of zanny got me Feeling really, really cool, the OG's give me plenty jewels Don't see me with too many dudes, just know we make the city move Any penny ante nigga need to keep it pretty cool Or you can meet those young guns, and I don't mean those Philly dudes Act hard, the party stops, no shards, get molly-whopped No guards, no barbershop, sucka-niggas get licked We call those hoes a lollypop, all we know is go My niggas don't know how to stop. My opponent is hopeless They coping, I know these crews claiming they brusing, but Moving be motionless, hearing all this bogusness got me re- Focusing, back to spitting the dopest shit, killing crews no Condolences, just to show I'm a pro at this, shit, huh? [JToth] Space has got the blocked locked, walking like “knock, knock” Hopsin to win it, take your district, don’t stop, get it get it, making more since ’84, Ollie North prolly more, off the bio-Dome, Pauly Shore Setting newer precedents, helping bluer residents Repping periodic turntables, his element Dead presidents won’t be featured on his currency, cause currently we’re forgiving debt, of all Earthlings What a way to bequest, treasure from a sea chest ex-out the banks, thanks for nothing but a reset It’s ours now we’re, taking it from here, like Europeans shaking your hand and taking your beer, Are you a seer? Can you tell where this is going? Down the Mississippi, root beer floating, Mark Twain quoting, Bible belt holding, this older generation’s gotta go, COVID.

Usual man, usual man Putting his cash into the usual brands What is he like? It’s not in your hands Usual man Is he a dumb, or is he intellectual Gay or just metrosexual Straight, yet effeminate and so gentle? Confusing man, usual man Literal man, literal man Literal man hates usual man They have a fight, literal wins Literal man Eminem man, Eminem man Doing whatever the fuck Eminem can Usually kind, if you're a fan like Stan Eminem man He’s gotta watch, who’s finna scam Any of publishing or his fam And when he catches them - chicka, chick BLAM! Powerful man, Eminem man Stupid man, stupid man Hit on the head by his own damn hand Living his life, blaming Metaphor man Stupid man Is he a joke, or does he just smoke Too much coke??? Who came up with stupid man? The FBI and the CIA man Literal man, literal man Literal man hates stupid man For giving in to the Deep State clan Literal man He’s got a plan, where we kick their can Back to from where ever they first began They have a fight, literal wins Literal man

Bro, don’t shoot, he'll explain the rest No 21-gun salute could make 'em as def He blew the whistle, say it ain’t so ref Hating the taste of his own breath, he faked his own death Nothing so deep, as bedrock, crust to crust Publishing money creeping up, long as Busta Bus Killed for his catalog, before going dust to dust Billed dead as analog, sorry for throwing such a fuss He transitioned, from artist, to divine mist Lotta lines writ, so you gotta read the fine print No proof of death, not nobody, or no pine bin No body switch, autopsy, or hearse to climb in The media, took the story, and ran with it Thirty years to the morning, that De La Soul and Dan did it Day of the mask ended, then he Osama'd it Stacking false flag plots and plats from the damn stickses Jan. 1st, learned the press as if in a dream The Fam earning times ten, like it wasn’t a thing This clock's running, bout that quarterly and lovely Disc jocks spun his tunes, to loudpack and bubbly Wouldn’t you, as a gazillionaire introvert get tired of looking at all these billionaires into pervs? He’s can't stand it, like vaxxed pilots looking for work Landing like a jerk, if he plants foot outside his turf Better stick to the bat cave Stashed full of snacks, security cams and ashtrays Smashing food, gagging on news and what the man's saying Don’t believe the hype, Public Enemy mansplained. Keeping up with the Joneses, was getting old Steering clear of political omens, was a given tho Drinking cold beer, with no pictures, of chickish bros Their trans-action was denied, there’s the road, hit it ho. As if she was a damsel Too late, your late great grand daddy's already been cancelled His estate got his interest at heart to handle Operation Dick Cheney, codeword: GET MY MANS THRU Take the damn offer, he brought a lot of fish, but Wade in the water, with a lotta hippopotamus They'll drink to you, dancing with the octopus Look past the ink, transparency means Apocalypse You asked for a bone so, he brought you this Don't give a fuck, how it tastes tho, he bout da dip Winters coming, stock up bro, you know, for all the kids Villain never tell on his own, or where the prophet is