Needs: Eye contact, it’s all real rap behind a mask like MF DOOM with his gats, straight shootin’ facts, bullets stand corrected when you’re living, cream of the crop, I got hit by a car, nigga god shot me, war of the worlds, I could’ve lost my mind but now we settle for the crazy, not lazy I’m hazy, father of all kind of mutants, including a human, life’s cool like me, or the trash we be, fuckin’ up the breeze, quarantine feels green, look at how it feels free, so take advantage, even when they say you can’t breathe outside without calling them, harassing them, fiending for a slim necklace or a stretcher, you’re incredible yet a voter is sometimes an edible, but hardly favorable, when the high goes people die for a favor, and this is a continuous flow in April, as if pseudo spring is an indicator.


Look feel mudda skunt, look feel mudda skunt, it don’t take much to stumble. Look feel mudda skunt, look feel mudda skunt, it don’t take much hurt us. Look feel mudda skunt, look feel mudda skunt, it don’t take much to stumble. Look feel mudda skunt, look feel mudda skunt, respect is earned with purpose.


My story is to live a life brighter than my mom’s coats, but simple ain’t easy when damsels come around to be yours, I always dream of dogma on surfaces of love yous and lowblows, socket knowledge.

My mother took lissa’s number from my pants pocket, because I could’ve popped her with her fourth kid, speaking childish, that’s when the Giants won the shine, 17 with a smile, figured I took miles, yet yards from my heart, the pain I won’t start, not now, let it idol in perpetual quiet, mites are jealous, reckless hecklers, during adolescence, essence of grind, no matter how old you get you still have to get fresher with time.

So when Lissa maybe sold sex to security I was seeing her age, because desperation comes easy when you’re not turning the page, creepin’ on still, if the present was for forever she would’ve died before showing me pure, some feel what they dissed, like wanting tap water in their mother’s crib for them to drink, I love how bitter memories live.

Delicate: You know I try to sleep, yeah I grieve I’m not a woke nigga, common sense is common until the chocolate turns vanilla, Islam upon us, slit throats, it gets cold like Coates about his son in the cold, art shriveled with gold are mixtapes, street dates of verbal heatwaves from wordsmiths, we’re crazy, & for it we’re crazy with verses. For us the cause is where the course is, with a knowledge page that’s white, so who’s searching for the deep dark secrets of life.

Soul is dark, soul is heart, fuck around to the feel the spark, youthful trouble, youthful trouble.

D&F Domo: This God body interconnected with annunaki, 5% of the population know Jesus is not gonna save me, behavior might seem crazy, to all believers, sipping corona while I'm writing this verse causing cabin fever, i dont understand it, yeah you pitched a proper campaign but it was underhanded, mind of a jedi forced my hand when, uh you tried to take my life at the end of the barol, stripes we earned in the hood had us in cages like carols shit is crazy.