It Ain't All That Serious [Intro] Hip hop [x3] Uh, and alright, & okay [x6] [Verse 1] And alright, ladies and gentlemen, welcome back for the second chapter This is after lip lock happy ever after, sung from rafters Lightning in a bottle captured, bruh I ain't just some new rapper I think I said that before? If not I'll reassure later Name is Josh Murray, at the least I'm here to please Kate Casler Yessir, it's Yung Pastor back for the second time Master Josh Murray, hurry and see me wreck some rhymes Beat murderer, I plead guilty to the crime And now before I'm done with the sentence, let me present you this sentence: [Chorus] Just don't take this too serious We just make music to vibe with [x4] [Verse 2] I don't make filler tracks, this is a movement Just something that you can groove with Just something that you can vibe with This rhapsody contains a couple tricks and traps combined with A whole new feeling to it, I hope you like it I spit fire; we all know it, I been proved it Now comes the fun part, focusing on the music The instrumentation's crazy like 10,000 Benjamins beyond last time And I whittle them all down to the last dime To the last rhyme So don't expect any flashy verses I'm not a rapper, I'm a poet like Vergil versus a wordsmith Kick back, relax, take off your kicks, open your purses Toss a dollar if you want If not? Ay, you're still worth it I bundle two gifts in this 'jungle music', gab and progressive flow Put that over Schnier and it appears to be professional So y'all like to think we're next, but in reality TV, my confessional We put it all on tunes just for you, and if it's wack... ...So? [Chorus] [Verse 3] But then it's like, why try to fight it? If I'm lying I'm crying and if I'm crying I'm lying I guess I might be a Mayan, I mean I'm ending rappers' worlds And trick, I'm flyer than fly Like I'm from Philly like Milly Ay, where my miles? I'm silly And still in time with this trilling Keep it trillest at all times 'Til it's a little kid living in the business of killing I make a killing off killing But only beats I take an 808 and slice it to a 404 Dabble in horrorcore if it's more important Or if you're important, then I'll order more Like a drill sergeant Going hard in the paint I'm not the one you wanna start with I'm hardest, smartest, an artist And, honestly, beyond modest A refined palette, so let me paint this picture like MS Lambaste the wack, that's my job description And this ain't scripted, it's cryptic P.S.: Thank me later, I put the haters on milk cartons! [Outro] So, don't take this too serious. We, uh, w-we just make music to vibe with. Unless, of course, you wanna sign me, 'cause I mean, that's cool too. Ummm... next track!

Rap Odyssey [Verse 1] Back to kick more rhymes, but this time, they will be fatal This time I'm setting my scope on the pope and popping his navel This naval battle'll send the planet straight to the stratosphere Because, at long last, the fabled dragon's here, spitting Akavir thu'ums Some say his words will end in fire, some say in ice Either way, once he spits, those opposed will all pay the price You take some K.L., mix in Kal-El, and add a pinch of Kahlil Gibran And what do you get? Just li'l ol' me, an ill emcee A freelance word hurricane Pure urethane with the world to gain Bursting chains, murking gangs on a rampage, rampant for 30 days Serpents stay lurking, they would disturb this service at church today It's just by chance that I happen to wear a turban Umm, hey! See the plan all along's been to rip through every song 'Til I'm a household name and, really, not much more than that I set off on this journey with just this backpack rap on my back That and a snack of wacker rappers to purge all my cravings at 'Cause I'm the king at this, swear I just haven't proven it yet So this is something like an Odyssey I'm making through this rap True to that, no dilution or substitution abused, in fact I'm confused: I'm the noob here, yet you fools rap like y'all new to rap? But this ain't even rap, it's hip hop The difference is these tracks'll get you jumpin' like Kris Kross And still be saying something that gets you trapped like Rick Ross Behind my bars but frees your mind at the same time And then I jet, liftoff Yeah, call me young Odysseus on his journey home Best believe I'm locked on and gunning it straight for the throne Misplaced king of the game I'm coming for my dues So you gotta peep game, 'cause what more could you do? Ay, what it do? [Chorus] And it don't quit, and it don't stop And it don't stop, this is hip hop [x2] [Bridge] Get back, get back, get back [x4] [Verse 2] Ben, why you even send your beats my way? You know I'm a killer You know you can't bring 'em back, man This ain't Mike Jack "Thriller" You know I get thrilled with skrilla, deal or no deal, I'm still iller You know I'm gon' bring 'em bat, man My nights are dark when knocking it out the park like I'm Daryl Straw Partial to that Ben Stiller 'Cause this is Night at the Museum, turn that to mausoleum And then I go and flip that mausoleum to coliseum Spilling blood on my jalabiya Man, you lucky them columns'll hold me back Boy, I'm Walter White Call a fed, I won't even be alarmed then Cop the plea bargain for weed farming When I see varmints on the beat, storming It's just instinct that makes me prone to fading 'em like three Charmin Rolls, but that's just the rant of another young rapscallion scaling rap I'm an animal in this field, the ox with the plow Oxygen stock in him now, something like a fox on his prowl Turn the field of dreams to a killing, y'all cannot stop me now My conoscopy's high velocity, yours is not to me Wow Man, I'm spitting, really spitting Suggest you stop and listen Detonating like Doctrine Dark strapped with three C4s with him When he's inhaling kerosene and taking a match to the pistons Just takes a spark at the end of these lines I'm lobbing To hold the mic, I'm throbbing, mechanical movement Masterful oozing Of raw talent like nasty, old lubricant Pass me your uzi And a clip of quotes, don't have me to use it Smash the old rules, it's Simply to bomb to diffuse You are now tuned to young Odysseus on his journey home The sequel to the ill he had back on Quazinkle Misplaced king of the game, I'm coming for my dues You think any different, you just might be cut loose But hey, that's just 'cause it [Chorus x2]

Cut Loose [Intro] Benjamin Schnier, this right here is a good look [Verse 1] Okay, let's keep the groove alive and well When it gets up in your soul you just can't fight the spell I'm just the young emcee, Murray Josh what I be And all I want to see is you coming outside that shell Yo, I'mma raise them spirits using this track, bruh If books are chicken soup for the soul, music's Viagra And that's just my way of saying turn that frown upside down Like now, right 'round with these tables we turning [Pre-chorus] Yo, I dig the breakdown I'm just saying, we put in a lot of work But all work and no play makes Jack a dull cat So if you're not playing And you're not putting in work Then you ain't livin' for jack, you dig? That's why we out here [Chorus] We're young and we're dumb so just cut loose As far as we've come, you must cut loose If you live in a house with four walls and one roof, then raise it We've got one life to live so just cut loose We've got so much to give so just cut loose If you live in a house with four walls and one roof, then raise it [x2] [Verse 2] This rap rhapsody Actually catastrophe All these fools you listen to probably can't match with me Masterfully backhanding these Raps and then backtracking, B All in a day's work, imagining what that could be Clap hands with me That or rack bands with me Passed advanced class with these Tracks, I'm past apathy And never faking, so when you get a chance: Take it, take it, take it, take 'Cause you know we've come a lot farther than we were supposed to And considering that we cut loose, is it really so fatal? And Peter never picked a pail of peppers for the pesos Parasol popcorn with a -- (Alright, I'm buggin') Bottom line, if you don't move that bottom dollar I'mma bottom out and probably crack a bottle, so just holla And I know you've got a battle to face but just face it My dude, you know you wanna groove So just cut it loose, like: [Chorus] [Bridge] Now when I say cut, you say loose Cut (loose), cut (loose) [x7] Who rocks the party? We rock the party [x7] That's the spirit [Chorus]

Wizard Battle [Intro] Fifth of vodka Underage Turn the page to a whole new chapter I told you all before, I ain't some new rapper Call me that again and you could get smacked for it Back for it, ain't got the crown so I'm back for it Bank on it like I'm spitting new backboards [Verse 1] I'm the new black elite, breaking out the box Only time you knew black elites's when you talking 'bout socks I got this on lock, I'm enlightened That's why I'm shining Why fight it? Y'all be Rott-wilding, just biting whatever style's styling This is Joey Stalin styling and stalling the fall of the genre So either fall in or you're off to the gulags, man I'm the ace, you think you fly? Well, it's all aces My mind's so high I'm mentally in a class with all Asians I get big from my brains to my kicks So big in fact, I got the whole game on my... ...You don't know where I was going? You too young to be listening So I'll just stay here and chill like the draft Pap was enlisted in Rigorous with the minutemen Ready, willing, and able to end your whole team at a moment's notice I hope you noticed You happen to always have been a hasbeen I have no abandon when it comes to this rapping [Chorus] Flow like a millionaire Walk like a king But you should hear the song of struggle my bank account sings [x4] [Verse 2] Kick knowledge like soccer, my bars are dope I'm dropping bars, you dropping bars of soap On purpose, whole purpose worse if you lurk in Gomorrah for this purpose Got bars in surplus, been working these fields It's worthless for you to work in this field: I'm both fielding it and feelin' it You may have reasonable doubts about this but that's part of sealing it It being fate, we made a date to mate? Don't be late 'Cause you won't like Bruce Banner when he's feeling irate, sista Best run and hide from my heat-seeking missiles 'Cause, my brotha, you flaming; I don't think they gon' miss you And you gon' talk a lot of talk until the missiles kiss you I got as much as I spit, so supply is no issue Kid, you don't get it: fall back I'm all that like Kenan and Kel Been meaning to tell you all but I figured you'd figure it out I'm hot as a drought but flow like a flood Get your weight up, every step I take's backed by a thud But please don't get too caught up in what I may rap It's my way from now on, no more of this highway crap [Interlude] I mean, are you hearing this kid, though? Like, are you hearing this kid, though? Dang! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Fifth of vodka Senseless rendered In these end times, I enter the land of Ender With Bender the Bot and Slenderman, slaughtering all contenders Pretenders and the pretentious, the end result is this track This is just a fraction of the fractals that I pack And I pack a punch like Hawaiians I'm lying I'm crying, fine? I could give you my Rolex, you still won't flex on my watch nor on my time I'm so ahead of it, flash forward 15 years, y'all still won't get my rhymes I'mma go Super Saiyan, yeah, I'm gon' go Kakarot Y'all all is lame, take it back to Mecca (Hot!) Switching up on all of y'all like Dr. Jekyll (Not!) If you Dr. Jekyll, I'm a doctor jackal Got my PhD in shackling maggots and then I'm cackling Best run and Mr. Hyde 'fore I confide why I have my hand in my jacket It's sealed in formaldehyde, that's the tried, I'm the truth If you wonder where you fit in, you's a lie like the tooth fairy You scary, I peeped you sweating Shaking like popping mollies, paparazzi got to be kidding me Gon' drive my third eye blind! Now kids, be sure to memorize my rhymes Makes it mad easy for me to control your minds [Chorus] [Outro] And the winner of Wizard Battle is... Joshua Murray! I wonder how he'll celebrate this momentous achievement...

When the Vibe is Right [Intro/Outro] Greatest vice that I ever knew Greatest vice that I ever knew Greatest vice that I ever knew Babygirl, won't you come on and take a walk down my avenue? [x2] [Verse 1] Ladies, if you bad, say, "Oh, yeah!" And fellas, if she bad, say, "That's right!" And ladies, if you bad, say, "Oh, yeah!" And fellas, if she bad, say, "That's right!" I been thinking about this all night Tryna come correct, select words that align Making sure the grade curve make hers Took my time; yes, I fell, alright But I wanna make this perfect 'Cause, girl, you're worth it And all I hope is that my efforts ain't worthless, that you choose me 'Cause I know you got some options And, well, I'm not fond of being an option But, well, that's just the game we play and you deserve it I see you out here, putting that work in Justifying the grade curve when you doing all that curving And I'm not sure which my motivation is I'm honestly starting to think I'm motivation-less But all I know is I want you down to my Higgs bosons Real talk, baby, take it in: [Chorus] Girl, it's no secret, I'm into you Is it love or is it lust? Do you trust me? It's so hard to walk away, 'cause when the vibe is right (I'll love all night, no interview) [Verse 2] Every beat of the drum is a beat of my heart And every string that I strum keeps us from being kept apart And it's true I been single for a minute, just 'cause I don't need a princess I want a queen, is you down for the part? If you are, then ladies say, "Oh, yeah!" And if the fellas agree then say, "That's right!" And if the ladies are down, then say, "Oh, yeah!" If the fellas need a queen, too, then say, "That's right!" And so, it would appear that fate has placed me in your path So I must tell you: You're the apple of my eye And all I can hope is you aren't forbidden fruit But I'll take that chance, babygirl, just for you And I'll take that hand and you know what it do Then I'll take that hand and I'll hold it, too 'Cause I don't know whether it's love or lust, but trust I'll be here at least all week, or 'til you've had enough [Chorus] [Bridge 1] And I know You can feel it This right here is something hard to find Because Only once every thousand years do the heavenly bodies align And I know That I'll seal it It being the deal Tell me, how does it feel? To be alone in a room full of people Just you and I Oh, c'mon! [Verse 3] This eternal dance 'tween the moon and the sky Girl, you send me away but I'm supposed to come back 'Cause you know that love is the drive in my life It's the reason I wrote this song as a letter And I'm not very fond of the rules that apply 'Cause I'd like my ego stroked with no strokes of the pen But if I told you I don't wanna play the game, I'd lie Babygirl, what's love got to do with it when you're doing This eternal dance 'tween the moon and the sky Girl, you send me away but I'm supposed to come back 'Cause you know that love is the drive in my life It's the reason I wrote this song as a letter And I know I may need it all to survive 'Cause a broken heart means a broken world Sincerely, your soul's other third And P.S.: Please know that this was all for H.E.R. [Chorus] [Bridge 2] Oh, when the vibe is When the vibe is right When the vibe is right, you know I'll give it all to you And babygirl, I said the vibe is right [Intro/Outro]

Don't Stop Mode [Intro] See me but you don't Beat me 'cause you won't Kill me 'cause you can't Still we in that don't stop mode [Verse 1] It's after 3, gotta go through that warm-up Just cut loose and now we prepare for war, son Once you hit that field it's something like a warzone Suck in all the ozone I can, I'm coming for your throne Boy, I'm a fighter Convert my nerves to steel and my blood to that of a tiger 'Bout to switch the game up and turn the word to a lighter Set fire to the rain, it's the pain that'll take me higher No pain no gain You think this a game? Well, then, let me get this high score Make all these sons disappear, the pied piper A tried sniper Walk out on the court like, "Y'all can all go home, bruh, I'm nicer" Dressed like a highlighter 'Cause I'mma shine if I can help it On this grind and I'mma win or die trying You either in or bye, hike it Mike Tyson, Jordan, or Johnson, coming for my Heisman You gon' strike but I'm lightning [Chorus] See me but you don't Beat me 'cause you won't Kill me 'cause you can't Still we in that don't stop mode (We be the illest The realest to ever kill it So let me know if you feel it) [x2] [Verse 2] Now comes the game 4 Everything we play, you're Scribbling your name on a death note, you get in my way, dork Flow like a millionaire Walk like a king But you should hear the song of struggle my bank account sings Insecurities I turn to murder when I'm hurting these Beats, I beat 'em, Sharkeisha 'Til they're black and blue as her clothing Flow like a millionaire Walk like a king But you should hear the song of struggle my bank account sings I flip the entire planet just to get my rotation back You hear the crowd roar? They want more And their wishes is my command Flow like a millionaire Walk like a king But you should hear the song of struggle my bank account sings In all honesty, I don't see myself as no prodigy I'm constantly afraid the stadium lights gonna fade That's why I play like it's my last time Spit like it's my last rhyme Go hard as some lard-filled heart arteries 'til I can't Why I say you [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now it's 6, I'm feeling like I hit the lottery Feeling like 'Ye and Jay Z, who gon stop me? Cross the River Styx, I'm just making my rap odyssey This Nagasaki and I'm 'bout to blow, call the SWAT Team Navy Seals? Army? Marines? Someone, stop me! 'Fore you end up in a monster's nest like the Loch be 'Fore you can't think outside the box 'cause no one's got keys Welcome to the lion's den, fam: You are now meat Everybody worried 'bout my future, but let's be honest You wasn't with me lobbing bricks in the gym, best get modest My game is solid, as brawny as Broly on anabolics But am I good enough to make it to the league? We'll see This is my moment in the limelight Grabbed your girl and got my vibe right Y'all try my mind Drove my game insane, now my mental is ill The will is feral, offensively skilled Terrorize 70 mill' And leave all the rest to be killed Fam, you wanna mess with me still? [Chorus x2] [Outro] Love of the game, the love in my brain As long as blood is blue in my brain, I'll remain the same [x2] Take us out, Ben

Track 7 [Verse 1] I live young, wild, and free Been living this way since the age of 13 I was the age of 13 when I had first seen the raw deal we was cut in this culture Nothing but vultures Sucking all the blood from our culture That's why I never criticized a blood Did a crip decide to thug? Did a fish decide to swim? Nah, but, given gills, it likely swum, right? So why are we expected to go down with no fight? Survival instincts keep telling me I'm the fittest and to try As you might know They tell this fairy tale talking about some "high road" Even a matador wouldn't try to kick that bull Every OG knows 'less you ballin', spittin', or slingin', you full Of ambition with not nan ticket inside the winner's circle And watching the players ball on the big screen You start to want to get and eat your cake piece Shinin' and glistenin' in HD So middle finger to you but you could pay me Started writing these rhymes Cruisin' to the top in this Odyssey And you could miss me with the crap, it ain't easy Thinking of the right words to spit and you got the rent due later? But they say Mary Jane is an inspiration Step 1: Get your mind cut loose and Step 2: Put the pen to paper So I did, to take away the pain like 2Pac say And got a li'l flossy and tossed a few shots, ay Soon all these lyrical wizards that's in it for the music Just ain't have tricks up they sleeve, the battle, they had to lose it Success That's all I wanna be full of They were full of it School's just a good way to owe them a mil' dubs, man Get a little cheddar in your pocket, see how hard you be cheesin' Money can't buy happiness? Well lackin' won't either Get yourself a couple honeys, that'll get the vibe right Who you gon' trust? Me or some loser who lost the limelight Man, I'm telling you, do not stop 'til you get your check I'm on top, don't you get it? The Odyssey don't wreck No matter how much I crash, I'm on one next to these fools I got diamonds all in my chain and my whips all be icy, too There's a caution sign on my Rollie Throw your salt, that thing won't melt They were selling you dreams I sell you what could be yours if you choose If you snooze you lose And they sleep on anything that don't make moves Be smart, don't be like them Be like me and just cut it loose It's prime-- --Wait, crap! The money's overdue! Chill, man, I promise you I'mma-- [Chorus] Fly as high As high as you like But the lightning Will still strike Don't matter What risk you take Because the earth Will still quake [Verse 2] As the smoke rolls in Even the eyes of an eagle are blinded, strike lightning Tempestuous thunder hear the cry, there's no use fighting it Mother Earth must throw the temper tantrum we incited She isn't pleased, and it's ironic Smoked while trying to buy chronic Getting closer to nature got him sent to Heaven My God, and especially rest in peace 'Cause he sought peace and got hit with the piece by the same man Any sane man could see even through the mist how we've messed up A person with no purpose is bound to become dejected A lotus with no roots is bound to float off with the current And close off to the future even if it carried a present In these end times of trend rhymes and them mimes A check finds more precedence than writing with passion Cash and greed rule everything around us But you can't just be all about stacks The planet will fight back and win I won't get into it much yet, but the reason I'm here with y'all now is love Love of the game, the love in my brain He came for success, much less noble, his heart left in pain Twisted, jagged Josh turned into Jash as thorns rose and became So let the skies crash with the percussive, cursed, recursive cussing Captured by the clanging, banging anger of an angel But who am I to lecture you like we were fam? You still don't even know who I am [Chorus]

Bruh, Nah [Verse 1] Allow me to introduce myself I'm that stone-cold, cold-heart, hard-heart, hard-AF Hard hat, swag-back, back-talking, walking, jacking Plaque-popping, heart-stopping gangsta pimp playa (FACTS) Flow cold as blizzards, Jack the Ripper when I'm in the stu' Pickles, boy, I've battled wizards; what you think you 'bout to do? My MO is an M-O-B of GIs, Gs, and dollars, too All this not trusting government's got me looking like Lao Tzu Shout out the green, Vietcong the Vietnamese Got that Spyro on deck, inspired by promethazine Call it XXL the source, like Jet Blue and do not look horses In the mouth, ask 'em, "Why the long face?" They'll give willingly I'm on a roll, no self-control Blowing off steam with methamphetamine Shout out the green, shout out the green Had to repeat myself 'cause you ain't catch both things I mean [Chorus 1] Thought you was ready for the real? Nah Have any chill with my skills? Nah Never make it, leave Ma paying bills? Nah Nah nah nah, nah nah nah [x2] [Verse 2] This is rebellion Rastafarianism Half as far of a schism as 1054 within him An alien within the system Overseeing the illumination of the nation's admiration Demons face them, battle stations get them, Jah And middle finger to the beaten path Beaten path? Bruh, I've beaten that Be in that trap, I'm beasting that Beauty and the Jash Swag-surfing the stream of double consciousness Then head to the train station of thought to lay some tracks I'm coasting, La Cosa Nostra, that's what I call this life Saxophone in the back, Bohemia in my mind Blow trees in the lyric-ales, got no guidance from a counselor No guidance from parentals, just 'bellion-inspiring strife But, what if Martin King Luther had these Supras? Chased cougars? Grabbed the mic and spit truth, or Huey Newton was usually aloof unless shooting hoops, or... ...You know what? I'm tired, you tired; let's call it a night [Chorus 2] Thought you was ready for the real? Nah Have any chill with my skills? Nah Never make it, leave Ma paying bills? Nah Nah nah nah, nah nah nah Thought you was ready for the real? Nah Have any chill with my skills? Nah If this don't flip that frown do I know what then will? Nah Ladies and gentlemen, Ben Schnier Go [Instrumental Break] [Outro] I thought we was cool, I thought we was fam But you still don't know who I am

Jash Murphy [Intro] And so, allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is [Bridge] My name is, my name is My name is, my name is, my name is, my name is [x2] [Verse 1] I'm a rap fiend, when I'm rapping, that's my high Don't blow it, I go so far in I'm never coming out Go so hard, I just can't be done without Oh my God, that is just what I'm about Flow so wet, they call me the Brahmaputra Just play your position, Kama Sutra I'll suture your super suit and send you sinking slow then sue the shooter I make this look easy? Oh, this easy? Try doing it on E They call me E 'cause I'm an MC squared So unless you here to stare down, square off or strike, spare me It's the only kid at 15 spitting these sick sixteens Flow this mean going down in history Like I snatched your chick, took her in a time machine And had her hatching ratchet schemes to latch a ring on me from eating Then I threw baby out with bathwater, snacked on bath saltines Chill, you need a break, quit screaming, "Don't hurt me!" Name is Jash Murphy Jash Murphy Jash Murphy? Jash Murphy. Lyrical acrobat, that's a job description for me That's why I need neither hand when it comes to counting money There's 20 of you that's begging for it but this ain't Control Control yourself, I been rolling in mud, so who is not dirty? You ought not to flirt with walking demise, you look in them eyes? You might not come back, ain't just a rap, but [Chorus] I'm a rap fiend, when I'm rapping, that's my high Don't blow it, I go so far in I'm never coming out Go so hard, I just can't be done without Oh my God, that is just what I'm about [x2] [Verse 2] My name is Jash Murphy Jash 'Rap Atrocity, Rap Like I'm On Luminosity" Murphy I know that you heard me Ignore me once more and the score will turn horrorcore before your serving Deny that I'm Niles when styling, I dare you I'm fine as Fran, frankly, fan favorite like dang-o This Django Unchained, I spent 12 years a slave Now a free man like Huey, ooh wee, uzi's working this overtime I'm 5'9 outfitted with five nines, I'll turn this home into a slaughterhouse GTA a rolls and roll up in it to your daughter's house Relegate game and next thing you know, it's your granddaughter's house Cold, serving just desserts a la mode, still, you don't stop I need a side hustle, I'll die 'fore I let the dough stop Grip the harpoon, now tell me, where do the cyphers be? Elephant in the room, I'm tryna poach him for ivory [Chorus] [Verse 3] This the hippity-hop that your pops never stiggity-stopped Striggity-straight to the tiggity-top, started from the bottom First rule, never briggity-break bread for flibbertigibbets There's lights for me to giggity-get and I got 'em Giggity-giggity-giggity goo, I got you You don't need to go to Mercury to know I'm hot, dude I bend the rays of light around me like a car grill in the summertime Columbine time, I'm strapped like a kamikaze Spraying magazines, hurting When I'm in the booth, I have a habit of murking Go hard but I'm hardly working If you ever wanna try your hand at hand-to-hand combat I'll happily hand you your assets Frozen on a silver platter, call it cryogenics, why you cryin'? Crappy kush and baggies of krabby patty-ralls, I ain't lyin' First step to success is to vizualize, rezpect my triumph Guess that's why I'm winning like Charlie Sheen even though I ain't trying Bruh, nod your head until you break your neck I'mma break even with the lines, make sure you save your best When I make even Al Capone wanna go pay his debt I massacre sons, defile daughters, then take your check Rape the pen With prose know I ball dangerous Shake the Nets Celtics, the Lakers next Spray your vest, don't matter if you're gay or lez' Or straight, et cet' Need a re-up on plays of this 'cause [Chorus x2] [Bridge] [Outro] Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash Murphy!

This Was All For H.E.R [Verse] It all started 'round the age of 12 I was the age of 12 I was left in a daze by the days from before the bells Hadn't yet known life, I was innocent to her spells But though the clock tries to tell time, it's definitely the time that tells We were riding 'round when Jeremiah had turned on the radio Hot 107.9, Katy Perry was playing, for You see, Jeremiah likes pop and I've popped him but it's his ears And mine hadn't had genre preference so whatever way it goes After Katy Perry played the next phase of my life It was local favorites and her voice was oh-so-nice Even Jeremiah gave it up for the real, but all on my mind Was a Wile E. Coyote blueprint of how I'd make her my wife Moriah turned 'round to find me with slack jaw, I asked her Where I could go to find more of this angel on wax Y'all see, Moriah's the music guru in the family And she told me "YouTube," I got home and locked myself in my room Of course, I had to let Jeremiah in so he could sleep But I went to sleep and all in my dreams was me dancing with shawty Moving her body like none you've ever seen Never ever never seen This ish was love, I mean, it must've had to be Went to school, was still drooling Her name was all I knew and her frame was all I'm doodling Wanted to be french poodling But I wasn't her only fan, though I was her only stan But have the school knew her so I would play it cool and that's the plan Started learning love songs and singing with her in mind Come to find I had myself a decent pair of pipes Performing for friends, no family I'm thinking family would judge 'Cause I idly sang one song in church and they told me, "don't cuss" I came across this contest for singing a hit you know If they dug your vibe, you could find yourself in the video Made my entry with haste, found out 'bout it on the last day And I still ain't heard a reply, not even to this day But I was dissatisfied singing of someone else's love And my English teachers always told me in class I ain't suck So I picked up a pencil and paper and wrote a couple poems And I don't know if you can feel a draft but, well, they were rough But enough was enough, so I persevered, kept it up Took what I could but left enough for another brother to follow You follow me? Tough-to-swallow soliloquy willing, but back to the scene I was starting to ball like Rondo or 'Ronto To wreck like raptors and, in this chapter, decided That I would no longer fight it I had a pair of pipes and I needed to shine the light, I Had a pair of pipes and the sparks had to be ignited I would put out one tape and you'd never hear me use my gift Ever again I would never meet my love, the hope was violent On my soul when I crushed it Penned the tape and recorded Unfortunately, I rushed it So it sucked and it wasn't that much of nothing But during the process, I met Ben and Jacob And it's us three to this day, well, plus Dave And the 3rd grade crew but they don't count, you see I found out Ben and Jacob loved her as much as me And even though we couldn't all have her we bonded so naturally These two dudes taught me much about music as I've taught you Thought I'd take the time to thank 'em, so: Y'all rock, dudes Got to thinking, told Ben I wasn't digging my tape And as it turns out, his pops was a roll-n-rock guru So Ben had the equipment to make a hot new CD, if you'd seen me, you'd be screaming, cheering loud, too Ben sent me some beats and I thought of her when I wrote And we ended up making an EP dedicated to our muse During this time, I learned that all rap music Used to be about the love we had for this very same songstress Every track was a love song, every beat of the heart But soon it all fell apart, and she was replaced by long checks Then finally, I sent her the poems and I actually met her Still hadn't known her name, in fact Heart skipped a beat then it stopped Asked her for an autograph, and then a dance, and then her name Lips locked and she whispered her name: Hip hop