[Verse 1] It's the red bottom boss Body bags abound Beats getting bodied, I'm 'bout it, don't mess around May I introduce you to a brand new sound Fit for riding 'round town with the windows down It's about to go down Perfect soundtrack to your summer right now I know them summer jobs is a bummer right now But hey, I bet them checks'll turn that frown upside down I know it's silly but it's true Dreams of buying the mall, telling her I bought it all for you I bare my soul a lot, just know I thought it all for you Just some J.M.B.S., it's all new I'm back, now who missed me? This song is for all the opponents who dissed me This beat makes me think about all of the aunts who kissed me And all of the lost homies And all of the shows on Disney Ain't you just think about your past While you ride around town with the speakers blast? Real carefree, we're all the same inside I'm just glad I could be here for the ride [Chorus] Get bodied, stay bodied, I'm 'bout it, yep [x3] 400 horses, won't stop 'til I cop a private jet [Verse 2] It's the red bottom boss Back to beat these beats 'til they bleed and they plead For mercy while I scream things laced with bleeps This EP is direction for all of the lost sheep And motivation for all of the shepherds that lost sleep I'm Commander Shepard when all of these records take mass effect I affect the masses, molasses is thick as your last attempt To convince me I couldn't rap, I should hang up the mic and quit But I get it, it's hard to cope when your run's in the toilet I'm too slick, I need a rickshaw, how'd I never notice? Know this, I'm comin' for my crown, know that this area code is My throne, roll your eyes but you can't deny how hard I'm going Consider yourself pwned by the heat of a magma flow [Chorus]

[Verse 1] First off, I am not a rapper This isn't a rap, it's poetry, flow with me If you can't, then quiet Second off, I'm in first and you're in second Then pay attention, these beats, I wreck them Wreck-It Ralph of rectums, try it Boy, class is in session I'm the teacher and the bus driver Takin' you to school then I school you, hard knock Life, loco enough to stab you five times Then lick the knife clean, sellin' pipe dreams, though it might seem Quite mean, that's the flow talkin' for a nice guy Twice I've had to inform you that I'm too nice Guys maybe with the gravy rhymes finish last like Ice Ice Baby That's why rappers like Logic remain misfits That's why rappers like Pitbull even exist But I must cease and desist with the hatin' The times are changin' The world that I loved replaced with one I must find my place in Stared in the eyes of Satan and told him this (let's get it now) Kanye said to say hi from the most high Know I'm the king and you can't tell me nothin' Nuttin' in your girl's eye or your girl's mind, mindscrew Mind you, I run the world rugged Tell 'em auf wiedersehen, I be the same guy Wrote Westside Pimp, just with a name inept To describe what to the table I bring, fables I sing, stable, I scream 'mindset' But when your mind's set, you might forget where you came from Shake the game up, play by your rules If you whistle a different tune You will perfect that picture soon Picture perfect, I promise you Skip to my lou, the prophecy Gotta see what we all can do With a little drive like a Hyatt Try to fight it, find yourself In the desert, real waterless See, 'cuz you're thirsty, by yourself, drowin' in sweat, and dry as hell, uh And still we try to sell ideal versions of reality With all due you, we all agree, you might as well try not to breathe That's the quickest way out, I mean not to rib but it's common sense I been bombin' since Malcolm X taught me to bomb but ain't saw him since Martin L. came along with his ideal philosophy Of what we ought to be A tolerant, nonviolent sophistry But we can't be any of those things 'til we grow up Apologies to Trayvon for making him wanna throw up Haile Selassie, Rodney, and Gandhi's hands got thrown up Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up Simmer down, if we don't, lord knows we might just blow up Wrote this rap and suddenly, my inbox just got blown up Sho' 'nuff, know what? I'm unafraid of the gold rush So what? Homie, just tell me something I ain't know I know these poems ain't even remotely new But I just look up to God like, "What else am I s'posed to do?" They call 'em demons because they can't deal with 'em I call 'em feelings because I can feel the fear in 'em Just ride with me and we might find Jesus And if we don't, then we're liable to get fined fees for Ballin' so hard, all these testy haters get jealous I know you care a lot but don't get overzealous I'm a felon, arrested for spittin' truth 'Til my cup runneth over with lots of honest spitoons Maybe a blue moon could provide victory to you goons And I know I flowed hard for five seconds, then moved on But guess what? I wasn't done To be continued I got 'em beggin' for mercy 'cuz they know I jack sons like Percy And these girls are tryna jack, too thirsty I'm outta-this-world hot like Mercury Make that mercury rise, I'm a rising star Spit bars with precision like I'm spitting darts I'm a skinny Rick Ross, James Harden Harder than anyone you know, just bossin' it Ally & Austin, honestly lost it The veins bulgin' outta my neck, they oxygen starved And Ben's lookin' at me like I just jacked a Mercedes car I'll kill his beats later, right now Freddie Joachim's the start Boy, just play your part I'm off the charts And the deep end and the rails and whatever else you jump off to get hot Your girl's a jumpoff, just thought you ought To know before she go and blow the whole football team You give an inch, they travel miles like childs with ball dreams You all seem to think I'll leave the ring, hardly This all I ever dreamed, Mike Tyson, just not eating ears I rather you lend 'em cuz when I send this send-up Senators will stop to hear the kid speak But all in due time

[Verse 1] It's been a while since I last chased dreams These days I just set goals and I catch those My mind often gets froze like subzero That's after it gets blown like Nintendoes I'm fillin' a set, flows sound like wet prose 'Cuz I'm drownin' in poetry between Gillette commercials My rehearsals get cut off Rap game summer jams, fireworks set off Independence definitely has its drawbacks but I'm ready The keys to a Chevy in my mind, got the drive like Andretti My mind's my ignition, sacred is my mind, my mind is sacred Cuz without my mind, I'm nothing but a soulless body wasted That's why I don't get wasted, it numbs the mind, I need mine sharp So when I brainstorm, it's lethal as a great white shark Imagine if the sky rained knives and cut a path straight to the heavens That's why I want knowledge, exclude good and evil, that's forbidden You ever notice how good is so underrated? There's good and then there's bad, evil, demonic, and straight wicked This is my daily mental, somehow though, I'm still at it I kill rap bits to calm my dome when I feel rapid And pardon the blasphemy, but I'm getting ill at it Is it bad I feel like I'm good as Nas on Illmatic? [Chorus] Wait, did he just say what I think he said? I'm dead, my head is exploded from rounds of lyrical lead [x4] [Verse 2] Just food for thought, we all these days somewhat malnourished I know a couple girls need vitamin D levels to flourish You heard it here first, a brotha raisin' life up in a hearse I heard there's a mass genocide of brain cells at the hands of herb I'm kidding, I got no beef with the reefer, 'cept one hung-up It's stunts your mind if you overdo it, I've lost a couple brothas That's brothas of all color, it don't mean much to me, son Got white brothas, black, both browns, even an Asian one And that's the way it should be, but I guess that's all in due time I do mind the stares, the hair touching, and the new kind Of hate I get when I confess that I'm a rap artist I guess I shouldn't stress, it's more or less on the run like Artest Is this a test? That's what I ask myself Like am I being trained? I guess Neil Gaiman had it right, my dude, 'cuz life is like a game [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm in Over my head, word to Mac, I'm back on my dime My time is fleeting, passing like a dime Or dime like passing game of mine I try to stay humble, real & down to the grass Clean too, but failing that, I hope to be dirty, not a mess I've trespassed on the lawn of thought, philosophers set sprinklers A wrinkle in time'll teach you all you need to know 'bout Murrays So don't worry, light one if your nerves are worried That's the only way we can talk since your sight is blurry I'm talking fore-, you're talking hind-, this line is awful quirky I'm awful murky, stay murking, yes God, I'm murdering Condemnation exchanged for respect from these verses You 'bout to clash with a titan, I hope your name is Perses And I know that I can throw around the word 'thirsty' But it applies, I stood up (DRANK) and now I'm 'bout to take the worst pee On your career, 'cuz [Chorus]

[Verse 1] Like we always do 'bout this time The rap game goin' into overtime And we could go toe to toe, just know you would be toein' the line Between life and death, betwixt rhythm and rhyme And I'm so benign, apologies for any damage to your ego The mind of a king, I'm regal It's evil whenever we flow 'cuz we don't play Peelin' scabs like a rind then dumping salt This is a verbal assault, I'm tearing asphalt Eat you like I'm on bathsalts You can't handle truth, you too dumbo I dropped the elephant in the room, I'm jumbo Get big to the point that I be blockin' Dikembe Mutombo No no no This battle's a blowout because I came to show out, yeah Me and the ladies 'bout to go out Show me anyone who can flow out and I'll outflow 'em Outgrow 'em, throw 'em out if they trashy enough And basically destroy 'em Presto, poof! Your entire career is gone, I threw it off the roof, you're welcome Seldom find me in the talcum And if you do, it's because I'm feeling real blue like Selsun Take this Smith & Wessen to your head if you don't get to bussin' [Chorus] (Scatting) [Verse 2] We hit the scene makin' it rain, thunder, lightning Hail, snow, cats and dogs, et cetera, it's mad frightening What I'm describin' is ridin' through my mind when I'm right in a brainstorm Or writing some game for rap to get stuck on like glue because Excuse me sir, I do it up Doin' nothin' but shootin' up I don't do drugs, that was in reference to the music charts Amusement parks or booze 'n darts Either way I be shootin' bars Do it hard Losin' my mind, I'm goin' stupid like Patrick Star Lasseter, John I'm directing my own biopic Of your demise, a product of my efforts to vaporize Anything and/or anybody that could pose a threat Surprise, I succeeded and now you're bleeding The lamb of a sacrifice I go ham, I won't tell you twice Get your cheese and dough, make a sandwich Eat the sandwich, the homie's eatin' Pull the D and she gon' balm it And that's a promise, I'm on it, in it, and 'bout it I could give you something to pout about if you gonna keep on pouting I beat the box with precision, a Biz Marksman The game is over, I'm MVP of #TeamDarkskin I live the action, homie, you be LARPin' and I hate to harp and all, but I'll cut you, my mind's a sharp one [Chorus] [Outro] Água de beber Água de beber, camará [x4]

[Chorus] I just do what I can, screw what I can't That's how you move in a room full of ants That's the rules for makin' moves with these raps Ain't nothing new, gotta keep cool to move plants Now if I'm a villain, and villains chillin' when they be thrillin' Then I'm in a good position to stack me a couple million [x2] [Verse 1] From here on out, I always sleep on my left 'Cuz if I lay down my rights, then I'm sleepin' with death I never had to hold a tech like I'm sleeping with refs So I converted my breath to a weapon of mass distress Because I've learned that money's a good servant but a bad master That's why you never can trust them fad pastors That's why they give millions to all the bad rappers And save the billions for all the Iran jackers I'll smack a mitch, pimp-style 'til my hand breaks I mandate every lame to catch a mandrake And disappear... (It appears that my peers have all been connected The Tetris metris, a grand ace) A planned baby, a grand mistake, you were neither If that sounds harsh, it's probably time to take a breather I need a line to end this verse on If you think of one, let me know And in the meantime, I'll keep this placekeeper [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yessir, I'm back in the building This beat's a goner, I know it, I got a feeling I go bananas, of course my flow is appealing My rhymes are built like gorillas, I'm ill when I'm through the ceiling Swag out the roof, that's just what I do My stock goin' up but I mean, what else is new? If I could be real for a minute, from me to you I ain't impress myself, this just ain't all that hard to do Flow to the second power, pound kitty at leisure With twenty inches of pleasure, you know, the usual I'm so sick, I'm sick of going through it all So don't mind me when I get to going stupid, you'll Never get on my level, your princess is in another castle Back to basic, I'm breakin' bad, blowin' through battles Rock the rattle, you babies can't even see my gravel Shake, rattle, and roll, I be bangin' like a gavel [Chorus] [Bridge] Do you know what brings mice, rats, snakes Up out they hole? Chonkyfire [x4] [Verse 3] I'm through messin' around I'm 'bout to finesse the sound, don't fret, I'm the best in town I'm a menace villain, my pen is sittin' spillin' Stacked a million, pop mollies, I'm sweatin' I'm the best, rest assured bettin' On the best, there is no lettin' you down Just give it a rest like we're going downtown Pound for pound, I move the most weight 'Cuz it don't weigh all that much lbs. to me I make it look easy 'cuz it is to me Just tryna take it to the era where 'Z' was the new 'S' And good music reigned supreme And I'll do it, too, 'cuz I achieve while you dream That's what it seems Burst at the seams Seems there's no end to me D-in' the world Blow the whistle, sold short like there's Toos involved I'm too evolved I managed to go Cro-Magnon yet stay beyond you all Like Ron Paul All in all, it's history, calligraphy on a wall Bars with meat like mystery You 'bout to be dead like chivalry I am too fresh like Listerine Febreeze, and peppermints, now listen here [Bridge 2] What was that, what was that I am gonna kill it, kill it [x7] [Verse 4] I am gonna kill it 'til it offers me a record deal This gotta be a record spit I gotta get a hold of it before I lose control When I'm in control of the mic, call me Mike Jackson Spittin' Thriller flow the size of Pluto Plutonium, euphoria, I'm hungry so I'm eatin' every rapper Like they're bread and butter and I'm on a roll This is the show that I have stolen and, trust me You don't even have to drop your jaw 'cuz I already know [Chorus]

[Intro] Sing a song of struggle and your song becomes redemption -- the redemption of a soulless boy walking around naked as we march in the valley of Invisible Men. Ralph Ellison would be proud if we didn't have to pretend. Perhaps I peaked in power when I peeped the prowess of intelligence. Now, I'm all alone on a plane of existence all my own. The loneliest plane of existence in all the regions known. I alone can save you, for I alone have grown to see vizually the utter lack of rezpect. I expected it to weigh on my chest, but this is excessive, just like the lifestyles of the young, bored, and depressed. If that sounds like you, then just pop an anti-depressant. Lay back. Forget all your troubles. The hood, the ultimate trap, laced with lead paint, cocaine, and anything else that'll dull your mind -- that's how we're trapped. My mother worked hard to convert my mind to a knife and I plan on coming back and cutting us free, but it still weighs heavy on my soul. My soul remains sold, abridged by television, internet, music: the opiates of the masses. Used to sedate our minds; I don't trust what I can't find. But I'm fine with paying the price of inner turmoil. I love you too much to leave you here, but the love is not returned, I fear. I'm heartbroken. The sun has set and the tides have spoken. And so, I mingle about the muggles, lose sleep to the contention. But then I hear a rumble, and dredge from the rubble: sing a song of struggle and our song becomes redemption. [Verse 1] I'm sick of the struggle The struggle is real And the way that I feel, I won't make it to 20 It's time we stopped being bound by virtue of past Life is a highway, switch your lane or we all 'bout to crash I seek redemption, I need redemption And failing that, please give me direction I suffer a lot, feels like my heart is bleeding I'm an anemic bulimic you've seen, now read it, weep it Yeah, I've suffered plenty Seen beauty self-destruct I was there just in time to see Vesuvius erupt The few or the many, which cause do we serve? In God we trust, ain't read the Bible, live life in the church 'Cuz things are spiraling quickly, I need something above And beyond myself to believe in, you best believe it You might be saved, but if you ain't backed up, you might get deleted Ain't that a bargain? All that technical jargon Serves to ensure that you don't see another birthday party I need redemption, I seek redemption And failing that, at least give me direction Crab bucket mentality, men draggin' each other Back to the bottom we started from, one man to another Don't leave me dangling, that's dangerous The danger we're in? UOENO! Just keep purchasin' Jordans knowin' you can't even afford 'em Just leave it 'lone and give it time to let the needle grow So we can cut the world And, yes, I do mean 'sew' I plead redemption, I bleed redemption And failing that, please give me direction My dreams ain't die, they got murdered and I'm a witness And with this chip on my shoulder I promise I'm coming back Like Martin, like Malcolm, like Booker, I will lead this pack My mama worked hard to ensure that I could beat this path That's why I don't rep the hood, 'cuz I ain't from there The suburbs gave me everything I would need to defeat it And Reagan gave me everything I would need to defeat him My brothas gave me every reason I'd need to redeem 'em But can I do it? Who am I foolin'? I'm nothing, no one, invisible to the average human Perverted innocence, sophisticated ignorance In a sense, inner sense tells me that it ain't common anymore And I can't even tell you what world I'm in anymore Just know my worldview hasn't got it's hymen anymore And I'm at heaven's door, my mind has no timing left to 'ford I bleed redemption, I scream redemption And failing that, please give me direction I'm titanium, uranium, no weaknesses I have to tell myself that until I'm believin' it I love you so much I can't stand to see you hurt yourself You just need to be free and so I buy this meekness, this Is me trying to move on, but, babe, I'm struggling Jimmies rustled and everyday I'm hustling The busted bustling, I give it up 'cuz man, I'm done with this I scream redemption, I plead redemption I seek redemption, I need redemption I need some action, will someone take it? I guess not, I guess we all been faking What can I say, this is my final call They always told me never to settle or ever drop the ball Imagination overactive, 0 for 100 battin' Back in battles with my past self, searching for some passion I always wondered why I never could just stop and flash and Enjoy myself, but that's just not my path and That's a rap, I'm only reppin' when I'm rappin' That's my only happiness and sadly, even that is passing They call me the Vizual but I can't see redemption Liberty divisible for those of insurrection Don't bother faking any overblown reaction But if no one plans to stand I guess I'll have to take that action Struggle Redemption

[Verse 1 - Josh (Jacob)] It's the vizual assassin Always up and at 'em Attackin' the jazz in this beat til it's Utah-flat, man Straight with the passion, passin' an oop pass then (While I'm slammin' and slashin' Sorry Ben, but this beat is gettin' lashed and I'm smashin' the machine you made it on) I'm speechless, holy crap, man Comin' at you, straight dashin' like hopes and dreams never happened (Rappin' more than you and your friend Me and mine, we here to the end Stickin' through it all 'til we drop the ball) Ha, you never drop the ball, if you see a hand, man, pass it I'm flashin', I'm on speed and the point of entry is bleeding That's for you mangina-having, the wack, the tampon-needing (Not necessarily the one gettin' it But the one with it And still tryna hit it, but I already smashed it I didn't plan to pass it) That's real, homie, it takes guts, most lack it The man is white Kobe, don't knock it, you're too wack, kid --------, it's just two teenagers' rap racket (Flow? We don't lack it I just read up on it in a hip hop packet Other rappers missed out so they think they got a reason to pout But there is no doubt, rap is what we about) Walk with a pimp lean, you flame like you got gout Pound for pound, our sound is stylish, taking Polo routes Your style's depleted like muscles needing amino acids I know a couple ladies in need of vitamin D And I'm happy to feed the needy 'til I'm all out [Verse 2 - Josh (Jacob)] This is our life and I look at it like it's my last And if I ever tie myself down then I'd be bound by virtue of past Really, I'd never prevent my movement See Jacob and I assist 'im like caste But when I get this baton I pass Batter at plate, you better think fast (Swing away, it could be your last This rhyme scheme will turn out nasty But I'll never say lastly 'Cuz I hope to never stop 'Til I pass the top and create a new spot) And them dewdrops ain't wet as the flow 'Cuz I do rock beats like rock & roll And when I roll out, bruh I'm Snorlax, and I'm more relaxed than a muh When I'm on these beats it's like therapy, make 'em scream "heaven above" (And if you ain't gettin' no love then change your ways, son 'Cuz life's really about fun, don't spoil it with a gun) Unless it's a lyrical thang 'cuz I'm sprayin' this thang and I'm piercin' them veins 'Til you can't move, prevented movement like stasis And stay thin or face it, I'm phat That's just the type of Oscar Meyer weiner that I pack I'm Anthony Weiner (You think the words can't get meaner Well, they could get cleaner But what's the point in that? I go in hard when I rap You tend to lack the skills to fire back) And skills in general, at that If you gon' step, don't half-step, brotha Expand your dialect You die or lack, your bars get sliced just like a tire flat (And the beat you made is wrecked all 'cuz we flexed Get decked and smacked by the lyricism we exhale)