Opening Remarks (Intro) It’s been a minute, innit funny how the time flies? A new generation finna rise; my what a nice vibe! I been a nice guy, but I used to fight crime, With a mic I wielded like a knife, and I think it’s high time For the reintroduction. I been absent; people been sufferin, Fiendin and hungry for an artform that’s been beat up and bloodied. It’s got a fever with pus leaking from its spleen to its stomach, Excreting vomit they proceed to force-feed to the public. But out of hip hop’s smoky ruins rose a beast from the rubble. King of the jungle while the weasels and hyenas just mumble. He spits a single syllable, the weak emcees get all humble, Changing from haters to dick riders getting reamed in their bunghole. And I’m verbally servin ya surgically; watch my lyric’s cut Ya diaphragm with the blade of truth to make ya spill ya guts. Lion-dragon on the chain of food and you the meal I munch. Why you askin who done paid they dues? I’m standin here up front. I been from heaven through seven levels of hell and back and Landed in an existence with the tweakers and the pedos rappin. When the people don’t know any better, vultures take advantage. Then our roadkill culture becomes a scavenger’s bacon sammich. Leaving us famished, but my bars spanking amateur fannies So hard that it’s like fist of God just gave em anal damage. I’m standing by my standards for the fans and you decide If my refusal to euthanize music keeps the muse alive. Or is it suicide of my career? And who am I To take the mold and break it down, stomp the throne and rape the crown? I’m bold and brazen now, truth is my goal I state it proud. A spectrum of collective perspectives that’s crazy wild. Create a sound worth praising loud, amaze the crowd and take a bow. If y’all don’t know the name by now, the people call me Mob Royalle… With cheese in fact.

Mad Man Cause I’m a Mad Man that’s a goddamn fact. No backhands, Ima snap ya goddamn back. This a transaction that ya ass can’t cash, Cause bad shit can happen just that damn fast. I be that Mad Man; angry black man on the track with Raps slap boxin yo ass until you can’t stand. Action! Jeet kun do-ing ya, year of the Dragon. Back in 1988 a comet crash lands. Lightning struck the earth, leveling mountains. Thousands of spirits ascended up from the south wind. Multitudes of witnesses heard a demon laughing. That’s when I arose from the fire and ashes. Fast forward 28 years - you’re doing acid, Camping at a lake with damn friends in a cabin. That it was abandoned, snuggled in yo afghan. Suddenly you’re hearing creaking noises in the attic. Bout to have a bad trip, y’all don’t know the half of it. Savagely burying axes in ya backs and shit. Cause I’m a Mad Man that’s a goddamn fact. No backhands, Ima snap ya goddamn back. This a transaction that ya ass can’t cash, Cause bad shit can happen just that damn fast. Sociopathic, charming as fuck, joking and laughin. Harmless enough until that moment I snap it’s That sick shit, chloroform rag blurrin ya vision. Crossin names off my Kill Bill hit list. Got my yellow bike and matching outfit - shoutout to the Game Of Death. Dim Mak strike ya solar plex that’s how I take ya breath. Exhilirating, seal ya fate in with internal bleeding. Leave you feeling like Kenshiro gave you a beating. I’m on that Sun Tzu, Machiavelli and that Musashi. Frodo Baggins the samurai, Lord of the Five Rings. Time travel warrior, not to be taken lightly. Hop out my Delorean to fuck me up some Nazis. God of the dead walking, munching on maggots, Summoning armies of zombies, conquer yo asses. Infecting masses with the sickness and the madness. Hulk-smashing the planet off of its axis. I have already mutated your brain like Doctor Arcane. If you escape you’ll be going insane! It be that tough and rugged rough and tumble. You suckas stuck and bout to end up humbled, beat over the dome with a rusty shovel. Rufflin my feathers just ain’t healthy for ya. Betta be Ready to rumble, your fate is fumbled you in major trouble. You try to fight but I box circles around you. Then in round two I take ya down crew to the ground too. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Saw ya throat with a butterknife, watch you swing from a tree. I’m enjoying myself, having fun at the expense of your health. Creeping in the night with sinister stealth. Cut off ya hide, cure it well, turn ya into a belt. Adorn my fireplace with your pelt, your skull on the shelf, A precious trophy. Welcome to hell - I own your soul see. You’re probably better off tellin the devil ya know me. Darth Mob, Yoda of the dark side. Murda when I spark rhymes. Ari says you lookin at me cross-eyed. Fuckin with the wrong guy; master of the raw I’m the Clot right inside of your chest, making your heart die. Baddest of all times. Gawkin at my ball size? Next to deez, Atlas is a proverbial small fry. Yes indeed, certain as the predatory hawk flies, Best believe, Ima burn the world until it’s all...fire! Cause I’m a Mad Man that’s a goddamn fact. No backhands, Ima snap ya goddamn back. This a transaction that ya ass can’t cash, Cause bad shit can happen just that damn fast.

Dark Red: Rage and retribution; Bloody war of revolution. Lettin loose on all oppressors Round em up; let's execute them.

Nat Turner Born a Africa-black slave, took Master Ben’s last name. When I was a baby, dad ran away to escape from this rat cage. Can’t blame him, that’s slave shit, anything to be unchained. It was in my best interest to be literate at a young age. So I picked up the Bible - only book that was allowed. Spoon-fed the myths of our masters while having ours stomped out. You taught us to turn the other cheek to oppressors. They steal our shit, give em more. They rape our daughters, just let em. You stole our sources of hope, replaced em with a cheap mimicry. But researching your fabrications gave me an epiphany. I just rearranged the imagery you had created. And made a case that demanded the very end of enslavement. In the gospel I preach, the meek actually inherit. More than promises based on rhetoric of treasure in heaven. So call me the next Messiah, dark prophet to take up the yoke, To strike the oppressor, the master, the tyrant king and the pope. Ordained for greatness by the Bearer Of Light, slayer of tyranny, God of autonomy, self-empowerment and liberty. He said “Get the people united, we can do anything. Cut the head off of the demon, and we will be really free.” I gathered my peoples. Told em it’s time that you see through This lie that we’re too weak to curb-stomp the shit outta this evil. This plan is simple and lethal - kill em with they own weapons. Torches, axes and pitchforks, sickles, hatchets, machetes. It’ll be time to strike when dark blots out the light - Solar eclipse, under cover of the ultimate night. Rely on stealth. Overcome every obstacle for a common goal; Kill as many devils as possible, all of em gotta go. The claws of a hammer fit nice in their temples. Or right behind their clavicle and watch em gush like a pimple. And if they have the audacity to survive it’s an insult, So bash their brains to the earth until their eyes drip like spittle. Then you cowardly bastards had to go rally some backup. Yeah my troops scattered. What? You think I didn’t plan to get captured? You tortured me for days. Still couldn’t get a confession. You’ll make one up anyways. So fuck ya mom’s what I tell em. Fuck your cops and your courts and your law, your God and religion. And you idiots who think you ain’t a slave in this system. I don’t bow down to you, or your illusion of power. The storm that I create will bury you in meteor showers. Silence struck the jury of this mock death trial, Looks of disgust from all the slave-owning inbred swine. I said, Hold me in contempt of whatever, I’m dead meat Regardless with shit to lose so you gon hear what I think. This nigger don’t know his place, and no ya not gonna break him, Cause righteousness is my shield, and yo your father is Satan. So fuck you’re pyramid scheme. Us at the bottom outnumber you. Compared those that we slaughtered to how many of us you gon execute. That’s net gain for us in this war of attrition. Don’t need no mathematician to understand the addition. It’s simple logic - you’re fucked. I set a time bomb in motion That’ll swallow your nation whole and bury it in the ocean. See in a couple of centuries when the condition’s just swell For your train to derail, I will rain on thee hell. See you thought it was over but I was stalling to shoot a Psychic message to my reincarnation of the future. He gon make good on my curse, he gon deliver my blessing. Your reign gon end on this earth, when the people live out the message. A movement that you ain’t gonna stop, that’ll wake up their hearts, When the masses start doing war in the name of the Mob - come on!

From the Latin: Ignus: Fire Destruit: Destroy Purgat: Cleanse Nati: Birth

Flames I’ll lay us coals for a bed and bury us in the pain, Feeding this fire with our flesh if just for sanity’s sake. I’ll chase this freedom to death, no I will not be your slave; I’d rather rip off your head and watch you fall into flames. We brace ourself and face the nature of our baser self. Will this heart survive the spades we’re dealt or be fileted and kilt? Buried neath the anger filled with cowardice and pain and guilt. The rage is real and our oversensitive brain can feel The leech inside metastasizing, infiltrating, strategizing; Masterminding, rationalizing packs of lies in paths of logic. That doesn’t half describe how I keep keeping me in bondage. I’m my own devil; I make this world my hell I’m realizing. This ain’t about choice anymore, there’s only one option. Leaving you unchecked so often has let this evil blossom. You’re bad news, black lagoon sorta monster Wants to lunch on my soul and lasso my chakras. Leave my chi a spirit slave, shackled, gagged bound and auctioned, With a mind like America on any given day - asshole in office. Purification by any means. I’ll take a bath in gas Light a match and burn us both to ash if I have to, I promise. I’ll lay us coals for a bed and bury us in the pain, Feeding this fire with our flesh if just for sanity’s sake. I’ll chase this freedom to death, no I will not be your slave; I’d rather rip off your head and watch you fall into flames. Ritual of self-immolation, walking on coals. Swim through a lake of holy fire to hell and knock down its door, And return with an understanding of what I’m destined to be. And heaven help the motherfucker underestimates me! But you keep holding us back, coercing our inner demons, Undermining evolution, ushering us to extinction. You’re gravity, constantly draggin me to depravity. The higher I jump, the harder you fall to our calamity. Body bruised and battered, blue and blackening - the truest tragedy. But I know there has to be some freedom through self-mastery. Keep coming back for me and I’ll keep on swinging. Ignite the world and outta the ashes I’ll rise like a phoenix, With the might of a beast and mind of a genius. But time is fleeting, So I got a creed of intent to claw and fight til I’m bleeding and broken, Life leaking outta me, still I will not be defeated. I will gain freedom, even if I gotta die to achieve it, believe it! I’ll lay us coals for a bed and bury us in the pain, Feeding this fire with our flesh if just for sanity’s sake. I’ll chase this freedom to death, no I will not be your slave; I’d rather rip off your head and watch you fall into flames. I’ll watch you fall into flames. I’ll watch you fall into flames. I’d rather rip off your head, And watch you fall into flames. I’ll watch you fall into flames!

Bout 2 Blow Proceed with caution I’m dangerous - I’m beasting I bring the pain. Azideoazide azide in my veins the most explosive force found in nature. Can’t contain all the power - brace yourself for nuclear showers. When I crack, destruction devours. Ain’t no turning back, shit’s about to Blow! Shit’s about to blow! Shit’s about to blow! Just another nigga that be caught up in the labyrinth of life. I never been one to have potential strife. I never been one to pack a gat, I don’t get down like that, because I’d rather hack and slice. Just a little more personal, aggressive. When I spit a little wordy flow; impressive. But you wonder why I’m cursin so, my lesson Will learn y’all that it’s purposeful. Oppressors, I’m a threat fool - listen to the liberator, Livin a life the shook ones always been afraid of. Ain’t afraid of Triple-K nigga-haters, Yet I be emancipated to a nation that I’m still a slave of? Shit, I was born into bondage, Worn and deformed like a porn bitch’s privates. Ain’t necessarily always so reckless, But the stress got me resorting to violence. Now when you tyrants snorting a line, It’ll be the C4 that I forced in your nostrils. Certified suicide bomber, With enough napalm and lava to scorch your empire. Got a missile in my hand that belongs in your rectum; Denzel you in your pocket. So the next time someone says I’m the bomb I correct em: I’m the fuckin nuclear bomb bitch! Proceed with caution I’m dangerous - I’m beasting I bring the pain. Azideoazide azide in my veins the most explosive force found in nature. Can’t contain all the power - brace yourself for nuclear showers. When I crack, destruction devours. Ain’t no turning back, shit’s about to Blow! Shit’s about to blow! Shit’s about to blow! Beware - lyrical venom in the air. Acidic when I spit it as if it’ll eat hair, As if it’ll eat flesh, leaving ya meat bare. Tell a sicker emcee to get me if he dare. Ain’t no steppin to me mentally unprepared. Ain’t no weapon on me but the beat so be scared. Put the fear of God in ya - answer ya weak prayers. Ima leave a nigga to rot in the Pit of Despair. Raw on a murderous beat. Hittin so hard that your vertebrae tweak; Call it physical therapy, lyrical rarity, Spiritual clarity miracle - PREACH! Listen to my sermon nigga, Ima take the Congregation, get em all to rock the nation. Got a problem, say it. In a confrontation, I’ll erode you from a mountain to a rocky basin. Ain’t no peace treaty; As-Salamu Alaykum. Ima Jihad you and bomb your wasteland. Silly ass campers can’t run from Jason. Stupid ass angels can’t fuck with Satan. Words like a biological contagion; Ain’t no antidote that can make it be quiet. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 - I spit Ice picks, vice grips, stick ya wit a knife shit. Wipe it off and hide it somewhere private, Then write a song about it and the masses like it, As long as when I grab the mike it’s violent. Every line is a bullet, every sixteen my clip! Say night night to the pilot, cause I’m on some Hijackin your flight in the sky shit. High five as I fly through the night, In a device that I’m about to conquer and divide with. Never gonna deny it - A rebel til I die motherfucker; Kamikaze suicide shit. Fuck your entire empire after Attaching a nuclear warhead to my dick! You can try with all your might to fight it, But the fact’s remaining that I’m like a titan, With the wrath of Hades and might of Poseidon. Step back in amazement and fright as I just… Blow! Shit’s about to blow! Shit’s about to blow! Blow! Shit’s about to blow! Shit’s about to blow!

Want Vs. Need There once was a boy that was po’ So he prayed to the genie of gold Said, “My tummy it rumbles, my fam is to humble And I cannot take it no mo’ I want food and power and bling And no I do not need diamond rings But I’ve struggled a while, so don’t preach and don’t smile Run them jewels and don’t miss a damn thing So the genie said you are the master Ain’t yo daddy and sure and yo pastor You can say what you want, you can rule you can stunt But don’t blame me, and no going backwards So he got what he needed, he got what he wants His family was feedin, his stock just went up Bitches down on they knees and they doming him, but He was too blind to see they was settin him up See them niggas around him he thought was his friends He even kept icy and gave em a Benz Were icy and green with envy and greed It started the same; it started from need They needed a lot, so they wanted a lot And he stunted a lot, so the brotha gets shot Guess he shoulda known not to flaunt what he got But music videos was all that he watched They had a funeral and it was beautiful They did the ritual and it was a rush But no one recognized he would be alive If he had realized enough is enough Cause you can’t always get what you want You can’t always get what you want If you lucky in life you might get what you need But you can’t always get what you want. Said you can’t always get what you want You can’t always get what you want If you pay the right price you might get what you need But you can’t always get what you want.

Insatiable I ain’t gon never be satisfied til I get mo’ Until I’m rollin wit a nine and a six-fo’ Until the demons in my eyes get what they want I’ll never be satisfied til I get mo’ Until each an every line help me get dough You know a nigga’s sick and tired of bein this po’ But then I’ll set the world on fire, make it explode I’ll never be satisfied til I get mo’ I don’t wanna bike to work, I want a working car; Make it fancy like I was a movie star. With no time to waste but carbon to blaze. And the ozone layer, screw it all. I want a bigger reward when I gotta work, And work that’s what I wanna do. In real life that makes me a lazy jerk; In my fantasy I’m the epitome of cool. Gimme booze cigarettes and hella blunts. Sex when how and where I want. Rantin bout my utopia, Stupid drunk wit a fat ass nut to bust. End up dopamine dependent, Limp dick, half a lung and rotten liver; Way too lit to bring about The perfect world I dream about. I ain’t gon never be satisfied til I get mo’ Until I’m rollin wit a nine and a six-fo’ Until the demons in my eyes get what they want I’ll never be satisfied til I get mo’ Until each an every line help me get dough You know a nigga’s sick and tired of bein this po’ But then I’ll set the world on fire, make it explode I’ll never be satisfied til I get mo’ I wanna be the black Bruce Lee, But I don’t wanna do no work. I wanna be the Godfather nigga, But I don’t wanna do no dirt. Wanna be that general in charge, But ain’t about to prove my worth. Ima be Commander-In-Chief, But don’t be assumin I served. Ruling over poverty lines, Even though I talk and y’all fight. Broke niggas can die for my cause, Meanwhile I bark and y’all bite. Mobby ain’t gotta be right; Look at all them laws that he signs. Rulin over this world full of slaves, To my power that’s all in they minds! I ain’t gon never be satisfied til I get mo’ Until I’m rollin wit a nine and a six-fo’ Until the demons in my eyes get what they want I’ll never be satisfied til I get mo’ Until each an every line help me get dough You know a nigga’s sick and tired of bein this po’ But then I’ll set the world on fire, make it explode I’ll never be satisfied til I get mo’ This message rings true no matter who you are. It’s like the dog who finally catches the car; Don’t know what to do once you got what you want. It don’t make you happy you act like a punk. You want more, you want more, just a mo’fucking diva, Spoiled brat who should be slapped and introduced to the Reaper. Can’t see the destination, you obsessed with the journey, Cause once you get the things you want, you end up wanting more things yeah… I ain’t gon never be satisfied til I get mo’ Until I’m rollin wit a nine and a six-fo’ Until the demons in my eyes get what they want I’ll never be satisfied til I get mo’ Until each an every line help me get dough You know a nigga’s sick and tired of bein this po’ But then I’ll set the world on fire, make it explode I’ll never be satisfied til I get mo’

Higher Mind No more killin your goals and your vision No more hoein your soul to oppression No more defendin your mental prison Listen to your higher mind Each moment is like gold, it’s so precious Just go live em, apprentice those lessons Trust your inner center, your wisdom Listen to your higher mind Ay once I share with you my Logos there ain’t no going back Hopefully that’ll make you think before you smoke up a fat dose of this track It’s a choke-hold attack your frontal lobe’ll react to Retract you from comatose cultural social collapse - listen. My craft, synthesis of slow and fast sentences Vocal rap physicist got your grey matter hemorrhaging. Yo batter, pitch is in. Swinging for the fence to win. The fat lady’s singing, voice sweeter than her insulin. It’s a wrap, yet it’s all just ending to begin again. It’s a fact, everything’s cyclical, ad infinitum. Get attached, make a few memories but remember that Each synapse is pointless without the other ones intact Context without which the object Is nonsense and offsets your progress Like when honest concepts of conscience Get twisted by prophets bent on profitable conquest I got stressed considering all the stupid sheeple The prospect of being ignorant is truly lethal Lack of logic is never innocent, it’s oozing evil Like a bomb threat that evolutionarily extincts you Revolution is instinctual if you listen to it The Path Of Ascension’s melodic, there’s a rhythm to it. And if you get into it, don’t ignore it; feel the music And ignite it inside your own life until you build a movement The Architect in you’s bent on improvement And fluent in the language that Universal Truth writ. Ooh shit; my noodle is too sick. Wing Chun Kung Fu flow with Judo and Ju Jits I bulldoze a new road with two kicks Meditating scholarly hermit, I’m reaching true zen. Nirvana’s around you if you can view it And bring it from the mental plane to introduce it. No more killin your goals and your vision No more hoein your soul to oppression No more defendin your mental prison Listen to your higher mind Each moment is like gold, it’s so precious Just go live em, apprentice those lessons Trust your inner center, your wisdom Listen to your higher mind

Watu Ni Mungu They told me watch what you say, it might land you in trouble, But they don’t really give a damn bout a man in a struggle. In the land of the rubble they try to play us for fools. Because we born of this color it means we breaking the rules? Don’t try to question it or think, keep your head down nigga. Your future’s in prison bars or a lead round in ya, Rippin ya open. Niggas is toting triggers not knowing Our anger originated when the depths of the ocean Separated us from our home - the seeds of our rage. Growing larger the longer they try to keep us in chains. Keeping the beast in a cage, thinkin you’re breaking our spirit; You created the fury, now don’t wanna see it or hear it? And they wonder why niggas is crazy with passionate hearts. All you really gotta do is go back to the start, Back to the Motherland you’ll see we was born to be wild. Now in this white man’s world we live in a form of denial Called the “land of the free, and the home of the brave.” Won’t you hand it to me, Ima show you the way. You can stand in your fake sun, I’m throwin some shade. This is the land of the sheep and the home of the slave. This so-called democracy is a hoax. Mob rockin the boat, Ima hop on top of a soap box To show they got they guns cocked at our throats, And we naive enough to think that we can stop em with votes? That’s what they call the illusion of choice; You think you got a voice but history’s proven it void. They try to change our attention to hating race and religion, So we can blame it for issues of life that plague us, forgetting They started this shit. Dug a hole in our soul, Planted seeds of greed, fed and watered the shit. So I’m here to rip it up, roots and all. Your Bible isn’t true at all nigga the opposite is. We don’t need to be saved, we just need to be free. We traded one for the other, welcome to our reality. Fuck your security, I’ll take my autonomy. I can find my own food, that’s my mentality. I ain’t nobody’s pet; I’m a mo’fucking beast. In my veins is the blood of Titans and kings, The deepest violet aura - royal. But my people fight among us - heartless. Never realizing all the feeble minded squabbles Keep us blind to how just Mo-’fucking regal we can be. People dream with me. We don’t need no kings or deities. Luciferous - bearing the Dark Flame of knowledge. Prometheus - showing the mortals their godship. Ability to shape all we see, we just Gotta get our own selves to believe in us, come on! When the purple sun dawns, we ride in with guns drawn to fight our way Into the throne room to make our own rules and write/right our fates. With blood sweat and tears, sword shield and spear we fight to win. Escape the cage and break the chains on the God within WATU NI MUNGU! (THE PEOPLE ARE GODS!) Down through the ages in every system, We was ruled by the fist of government and religion. And this continued on until the Greeks of the ancient Saw this tyranny for what it was and started to change it. And just like that democracy was born. When Rome came along it was twisted and deformed. Went through Europe to the American Revolution, Tricking the working class into thinking it’s in the Constitution. But now government officials are fucking bullies with missiles, But murder a nigga just in case if he got a pistol. Nothing but hypocrites who causing infinite violence, They the true criminals really belonging in Riker’s Island. Sponsoring terrorism just to get us afraid. Fabricated recession to get us to beg for their aid. But their bed has been made - it’s time to put em to sleep. Lookin at me - the nobility revolutionary, come on! When the purple sun dawns, we ride in with guns drawn to fight our way Into the throne room to make our own rules and write/right our fates. With blood sweat and tears, sword shield and spear we fight to win. Escape the cage and break the chains on the God within WATU NI MUNGU! (THE PEOPLE ARE GODS!)

Not Alone How could this be, that you’d choose to spend your life with me? You’re perfect and free, with more beauty than I’ve ever seen. An angel of light, in love with a creature of the night. It may not be right, but my Yin needs your Yang by its side. Cause even when the dark surrounds me, even with the cold runs through my bones; Confusion everywhere abounding - even then I know I’m not alone! Not alone! Together we can build a home; A kingdom with my queen to share the throne. I used to think that I could depend on nobody. I got my own back and nobody knows shit about me. Like I’m back from hell, thinkin no one’s gonna crack the shell; It’s adamantium layered around me. But then you came in my life and appeared Like a dream that my mind never wants to awake from. And we blazed up a fire so fierce And supreme that our higher selves chose to create from. And I can hardly believe my fortune; A love that exceeds endorphins to be absorbed in. A peace that is freedom-forming. My flame finally breathes in your wind, and you Help me to live in the ways of light, But you’re able to hang with the dark. And the blissful part - Your spirit’s where your riches are. You’re the center of my wicked heart. So what can I say that hasn’t already been uttered before? What words could I speak that wouldn’t leave my heart needing to say more? You are my peace. You are my oracle. You are my muse. You are my queen. I’ll conquer this world just to give it to you. Cause even when the dark surrounds me, even with the cold runs through my bones; Confusion everywhere abounding - even then I know I’m not alone! Not alone! Together we can build a home; A kingdom with my queen to share the throne. You won’t go away, I know. I won’t go away, you know. We’re both here to stay; We know we’re not alone. Words ain’t even near enough; Every language of the world is lackin em, but Ima try to find em anyway. A tune’s a little closer, love; But an octave and infinity bars still come up short of what I’m tryin to say. It’s like it never was a time when it wasn’t us. Yet I remember many winters it was cold as fuck, Before I knew you and the armor never opened up, And a broken love was all I ever got a single token of. But now you’re my rider, you’re my closest friend. Fuck a princess; you a survivor going in. We warriors and we fighters doing Shaolin-Yoga On the battlefield of life, yo we gotta win! No better mother for the life growing inside. I could trust you with the breath in my windpipe. Just say the word I’ll move a mountain with a landslide, And capture you every star in the damn sky. You won’t go away, I know. I won’t go away, you know. We’re both here to stay; We know we’re not alone.

Home Free Each walk of life is different. Keep my problems barely lit so I can Focus on what’s here and not be sad for what is missing. On that lost flow - keep on barely living, Cause what’s right around the corner are these moments I’ve been gifted. Y’all fuckin with the cold sunshine. Any faith that I have ain’t mine. They don’t think about what I’m like; but they wonder if I’m alright. Got real world problems and I’m always trying to solve em. My wings work fine; MobStyle knows I got em. Forward motion, lethal Lotus; understanding is my focus. Ima paddle this canoe, try to keep this puppy floatin. Never taught to stop talking. Bread and butter; change my wallet. Got more worries for my people than myself, just being honest. Can you tell me how you livin? I don’t wanna be a dreamer. Went and got a lease on life; no forever in the picture. Gotta hold that peace down; find myself in these sounds. Never gonna give up; we gon keep them beats loud. Home free - y’all vibin with the best. No need to be Alone; we - ain’t separate from the rest. Think differently then Show me - bases loaded; we got next. Straight sliding into Home, free - flyin high above the stress. We gon make it to the end Yeah - flyin high above the stress, We gon make it to the end. Different is what they call it, cause I’m not a cloned artist; I’m an angel that’s fallen, forgotten by Heavenly Father. So authority’s a problem, making self-discipline harder. Hardly started then dropped college, but who I wouldn’t slaughter for Solomon’s knowledge! Waiting for the right bar to drop it to enlighten your mental progress, To see you’re a God and a monster - an Olympian Loch Ness. Whether poverty’s dusting your wallets, or you ballin with swollen pockets, We all just tryin to keep our flaws from sabotaging our callings. And we may never be everything that I believe we’re destined to be. And sometimes I question humanity; building a world where nobody’s free. On top of the food chain but going extinct, and headed for death and calamity. Suicidal weapons we’re brandishing. Already in debt but still gambling, how are we managing? Swimming in the hatred making my head spin. What’s it gonna take to sink in the lesson? Sisters and brethren, lets initiate. We don’t need to wait for preachers and reverends. Made a few mistakes; maybe we can change; really people freely think if you let them. We know what’s at stake the power’s on our plates; let’s walk through Heaven’s gate, just Follow the message...Just follow the message. Home free - y’all vibin with the best. No need to be Alone; we - ain’t separate from the rest. Think differently then Show me - bases loaded; we got next. Straight sliding into Home, free - flyin high above the stress. We gon make it to the end Yeah - flyin high above the stress, We gon make it to the end.

Who’s Ya Daddy I had an epiphany, maybe more of a question I guess. I wonder how many homes have been wrecked by egos? You’re Love Bug got repoed; respect got vetoed. I’m an offender myself, I know I’ve been told. Never claimed to be the perfect man, Or dad for that matter, but I’ll be damned I gotta do what I can. I had a lot to learn at first, and baby at my baby’s birth, We patched it all together. Made it happen, now we raising three. I got the memo that it’s time to quit the slacking. Definition of a man - master of the castle. Gotta protect, all these inhabitants; All tax dependants, all the little big heads. I got enough love to go around. Financially it’s getting better, working on it now. I know y’all never cared about the money situation and I’m proud, To call myself your father, plus your mama got my heart at least. I’m counting blessings on the daily, yeah I try to be. And taking y’all for granted would be the death of me. Thanks for having me - honestly, it’s my honor, my pleasure, My job, my calling, my fucking destiny. And you represent the best of me. I’ll always have your back, no matter what, my guarantee. And if I drop the ball and slip and fall I promise that I’ll get back up. I only hope that you can bear with me. But I don’t plan on it, I plan on going harder than ever, it’s like I just started. And I hope that garden grows and it flourishes more than we all thought it Would. I got a feeling we good. A better day’s ahead of us and plenty of bad ones. But fuck it y’all we riding together, so get your butts on the leather. A drive round the caddy with family; what could be better? What’s your name, who’s your daddy? Is he rich like me? Here’s the keys to the Caddy. Has he taken any time to tell you how to love, live life, and be happy? What’s your name, who’s your daddy? Is he rich like me? Here’s the keys to the Caddy. Has he taken any time to tell you how to love, live life, and be happy? Growin up a fatherly role model was an unafforded luxury. Used personal experience to determine what’s it mean To be a real man responsible for your passions. Your word is your bond and you back it up with your actions. Now I got a kid and you’re quite the sidekick. A world of diapers and wipes, new life is vibrant. Gotta teach you to be the master of thy environment, Mightily picking up the torch after I retire it. Next generation, bright vibes of spring green. 2.0 seed growth, branches and leaves. Rep your roots while others rape they own Mother the Earth. For what it’s worth, you have the power to give the future a rebirth. Whether or not climate change is or isn’t convincing, Take care of where you living for the time that you given, So we got something remaining we can leave for our children; Legacies that outlast the edifices we building. I put in work til it hurts so the world is mine, But a nigga ain’t gon be around forever. Pass it to ya like a six-six Coupe Deville ready to drive. You’ll inherit it like family treasure. Ima teach ya how to drive it responsibly; gotta be Honestly best example I can be possibly. Drive in a way to avoid police attention. You’ll see fender benders but minimize major collisions. And don’t be lazy when maintaining the ride. Keep em fluids at the level that you need em to thrive. Take good care of her and she’ll give you the ride of your life, Running like a dream, but only if you treating her right. And don’t forget, you gon be passin the whip to your daughter or son, So think ahead and don’t forget to fuel the car when you’re done. It goes: Throw 20s on that ride - chrome glistenin. We finna roll in style - top missin. Heads turnin as you cruise rolling past. They starin at that sweet Cadillac. What’s your name, who’s your daddy? Is he rich like me? Here’s the keys to the Caddy. Has he taken any time to tell you how to love, live life, and be happy? What’s your name, who’s your daddy? Is he rich like me? Here’s the keys to the Caddy. Has he taken any time to tell you how to love, live life, and be happy?

Jam Blast off! Feel the tempo speeding like a fast ball. Raps hard to pick you up and slam ya to the blacktop; Knock you out, like you got a narcoleptic glass jaw. Get up off the asphalt; sorry, it’s my ass fault. Music started lecturing me, I had to back-talk. Then it turned aggressive ya see, wanted to slap box. Instrumental steppin to me? That was the last straw; Had to cut the head off the beat - enter my hack saw! That’s why I body the track on every last song, Otherwise it might go loony and start to attack y’all. The man to tame the muse, I’m in a class all By my lonesome - you can never know what’s in my daft thoughts! Plant a seed in each line; harvest my cash crop. Witness the world at my feet, Mars at my backdrop. Wanna go explore it with me? I’m boarding; last call. Soaring past this Universe last star to slap God! Just Jam - Don’t mean to take ya fans, but we don’t fake the Jam! No need to break it down; my people raise ya hands! Just Jam - That beat gon make ya dance, proceed; go crazy fam! Stomp feet and shake the ground; no we don’t fake the Jam! Wanna see you catch the Holy Ghost like I’m preaching the gospel. This ain’t another empty boast where the meaning is hollow. Bars defeat your ration and leavin it baffled, Until your perception of reality is unraveled. Tell me when ya hear a line that I ain’t murdered son. My ambition is to hone my craft til it’s a perfect one, Jackin instrumentals, rippin em up for wordy fun. Give ya fever like you’re stuck in the Sahara’s burning sun. Then Mob’ll give ya water; call him the oasis author. Sure anyone can rap but I intend to make it proper. Lacin metaphors and cadences up in a crazy plot to Make ya think hard, like learning Palpatine is Vader’s father. State it strongly: I’m a nigga with some attitude! I’ll take your reverence and defile it with a lack of couth. Jack ya flow to make it better, spit it back at you, Just to prove pressure makes a diamond from a batch of poo. You’re probably thinkin I belong in a padded room, Otherwise the public will be exposed to a magic tune, That’ll get em dancing and united like they’d have to do To change the fabric of reality with an emphatic boom. Hot diggity damn bliggity blam! I am The musical metaphysical miracle man. Hailing from the clerical clan of lyrical land, And going hysterically ham and witty like WHAM! I rip linguistics of nonsensical gibberish and You wouldn’t know it, you’re too into feelin the rhythm just slam. AIDS and bubonic plague isn’t sick as I am. Breaking empirical principles at my pinnacle - DAMN! Don’t be cynical, slash hypocritical man. Be original and and individual. Can you get the picture when the painter is rockin wit ya? For the moment just lose ya filter; primordial groove’ll hit ya. Just Jam - Don’t mean to take ya fans, but we don’t fake the Jam! No need to break it down; my people raise ya hands! Just Jam - That beat gon make ya dance, proceed; go crazy fam! Stomp feet and shake the ground; no we don’t fake the Jam!

Unstoppable I was born with talent but that’s not enough, So I work tirelessly to sharpen that to skill. I strive to make my masterpiece genius, Something creative and intelligent to make you think and feel. I got my network and my business plans, But with these resources still these odds are stacked so high against me. My only sure path is to persevere, And I’m so hard-headed I can’t help but to succeed. Just feel the rhythm if the word’s over your head. Whoa, Whoa, cause I’m never gonna stop. You keep it simple Ima go for broke instead. Whoa, Whoa, no I’m never gonna stop. I wanna, gotta, need to rock it til I’m dead. Whoa, Whoa, I ain’t never gonna… Ayo I got what it takes to rock the mic right. Saw your heart bout to faint so I’ll shock ya one time. Free your chakra from chains, exalt ya raw vibes. Ima stomp on the brakes and shake ya whole life. Nosedive off the highest board, hit the water and live a little. Mundane part of reality’s spectrum is in the middle. So get loose til you’re borderline delirious, Cause you can never quantify a life you don’t experience. I see you standing there, observing with a surly gaze and Trying to look bored and unimpressed by all these verbal statements. Losing your composure’s more unlikely than a vulcan hating. But this is Hip Hop 101 so here’s my ultimatum: Gimme the mic or my chi will explode and burn ya faces. Gimme the beat and I will eat it and regurgitate it. And spew it out as a toxin that’ll subvert the nation, And if your brain evolution can’t adapt, well you’re to blame then. Just feel the rhythm if the word’s over your head. Whoa, Whoa, cause I’m never gonna stop. You keep it simple Ima go for broke instead. Whoa, Whoa, no I’m never gonna stop. I wanna, gotta, need to rock it til I’m dead. Whoa, Whoa, I ain’t never gonna… (Ad libs) Just feel the rhythm if the word’s over your head. Whoa, Whoa, cause I’m never gonna stop. You keep it simple Ima go for broke instead. Whoa, Whoa, no I’m never gonna stop. I wanna, gotta, need to rock it til I’m dead. Whoa, Whoa, I ain’t never gonna…

Passion Where did the purpose go? That reason each day to orient myself vertical? I’m workin both hustle and slave til bone and muscle just cave and spasm. Rinse and repeat the next morning, soul in fragments. And we know the T-bone ain’t shit without the sizzle. This reality seems savory, but where’s the fucking meat though? It’s neurologically spine-numbing, mind-dumbingly dazzling, And really I find nothing but plastic. But I can envision a time When I’ll be rid of this ever crippling condition of mine. No longer jaded, or debating, afraid of fate that’s awaiting. I been wading in quicksand, but with this stand I’ll make some traction. And soon these energy waves will invigorate My spirit to enter into the fray. No desensitization. I’m finna live through the pain, whatever it takes, Cause really at the end of the day - I need that passion. Passion! Never will I settle for a path that is lesser than the one I am destined to be on! Passion! Pedal to the metal as I blast from the planes of mundane to the desert of beyond! Passion! I won’t underestimate the power of that rational aggression in this battle for my essence! Passion! Feel it from my skin to my core, in my love, in my war I gotta give it some more! Come on! Revel in the rain, feel your joy, feel your pain. For such is the way of life… Self-doubt is a lurker though. I got my mantra but my commentary ain’t merciful. I’m workin through years of a great wasted potential, a mental that just Hates paying attention, or even sitting in classes. And I think that they think they have the right to make me Ponder mortal topics they teach, but they will never break me. Wassup? I loosen my neck with a gravelly crunch, rollin my Shoulders with a jab and cross punch, ready for action! I’m saying this is the time to cast off This inhibitive programming of mine and blast off. With no weight vest I’m finding I truly can fly; The only limit on me is my own mind - I’m fucking magic! Mystical energy waves permeate my physical frame, Exciting particles to ignition of flames - full throttle. I hope to trap this lighting in a bottle; may it follow me. I’ll swallow these shots when I’m in need of some passion. Passion! Never will I settle for a path that is lesser than the one I am destined to be on! Passion! Pedal to the metal as I blast from the planes of mundane to the desert of beyond! Passion! I won’t underestimate the power of that rational aggression in this battle for my essence! Passion! Feel it from my skin to my core, in my love, in my war I gotta give it some more! Come on! . Revel in the rain, feel your joy, feel your pain. For such is the way of life…

Life Barely bigger than a thought, I’m just a flicker in the dark. Electric shock of consciousness, synapses spark, And suddenly I am aware of my own existence. Though I’m simply a group of cells, I’ll multiply through every known resistance. Slightly larger than a grain of rice. Not sure what to make of my Muddied movements; I guess I’ll name it life. I don’t know much about this organ that I’m safe inside, Or what using these nerve bundles on each side of my face is like... Like what’s kickin, oh holy shit that’s me! Now I think I’m hearing things... A woman’s voice sings powerfully to me. I sense the love in her vibration. Every mild fluctuation sends a pulse of realization I’m connected to an energy outside of me… Outside I heard em sayin, “It’s a boy,” I’m guessin that’s me. They keep stating and celebrating what a blessing I’ll be. My movements are increasing I’m getting stronger and yo it feels good. Stretching longer, expand my arms and I let my heels push. I feel my mama dancing to the music she sings. I taste my sister’s gourmet cookin in the fluid I drink. I fill my lungs with the nectar of life, Practicing for later gases when I graduate to breathin outside… The purest whitest light is shining bright, it's all I know. Power to do anything; endless possibility. My curious mind just vibes, excited by life’s ebbs and flows. I channel Conscious Energy. I author my own destiny. I wonder what life’ll be like? I can imagine it now. I bet my fam’ll have abundance of love to go around. Sure there gon be some times of frustration that won’t be my fave. I’ll misbehave and probably get privileges taken away. But y’all just wanna raise me right so I can be in the know. Mama gon teach me some heart; papa gon teach me some soul. My future’s the purest white, a clean slate of possibility. Fundamentally endless potential, see - I can do anything! Y’all may be waiting on me, but I’m just passing time, Floating through my life, no anxiety intruding about my past or future. I’m just doing what I do best - self directed development. No need to rush no hurry! They can worry all they want, But in here, I’m never scared. Never needing for a single thing, so why should I leave? The pressure’s mounting. I hear her Shouting out she can’t do this thing, But I’m already on my way. You’ll meet me today… The purest whitest light is shining bright, it's all I know. Power to do anything; endless possibility. My curious mind just vibes, excited by life’s ebbs and flows. I channel Conscious Energy. I author my own destiny.

Benediction I’m just tryin to organize my scattered thoughts so y’all can see what the point is. A dove flew down and anointed me the vocal cords of the voiceless; Preacher of the people; all the while there’s no denying I’m making this joint hit. There ain’t no solid colors, only smorgasbords of auras. Black - In the beginning darkness. Every pigment. Lightless, heartless. Harbinger of lost souls and the harvester of all y’all carcass. Dark Red - Rage and retribution; bloody war of revolution. Lettin loose on all oppressors, round em up, let’s execute them! They planted this violence now it’s grown, now we all weapon’s moving. They supplied us with ammo. Surprise! It’s time to send it through them! Dark Orange - Flames of hardship to refine and burn away impurity, weakness and shame until it shine like gold again. Dark Yellow - Tape of caution. Don’t forget to decompress, Or the pressure in you will build until your left with a fecal mess. Yeah, shit’s about to blow - that’s potty humor at it’s best. But ain’t nobody laughin when I’m stressed - I’ll take ya fuckin breath! Dark Green - Ain’t no damn question Ima get me mine, Cause my tummy growls but you eatin fine. Nigga run yo jewels like El P and Mike. Ima take it all on my upward climb, cause I’ve had shit all my fuckin life. But to admit, when I run with my ego left unchecked I become the tyrant. I’m tryin to avoid that; temper my ambition with smart moves. That’s a difficult road without a map - precision fishin with a harpoon. To perfect that you need stillness. Gotta let emotion in ya heart cool, With your mind ruled by the keenest intellect represented by Dark Blue. This one time in art school, I created a world with the energy of the Darkest violet vibes and to my surprise, it started to move. And all that it proved was something I already knew - That I am a God - my psychic energy’s a volatile fuel I’m poised to set a spark to! The moment my heart grew, I finally understood the Northern Lights. My view infused a Fuschia Purple sky. If I ever heard a word of good advice, it’s “Behind Every Good niggas a gooder wife. Treat her right if you know that she down to ride. Honesty and respect, give her anything less it’s a psycho-emotional suicide.” Tell me who am I to be preachin? Just a nigga that stumbles like all of us. All the onlookers mumblin, “Walk much?” I been crumbled and crushed into particles. Horrible, true. But I fight through, then I regenerate in a Bacta chamber that’s Light Blue. And it kinda feels like goo, but it builds understanding inside you to revive you. Aikido approach of a soft touch might redirect force to accomplish Light Green of new growth, a new generation, let’s teach em what nobody taught us. Stop hating they flow, let’s help em be more, they thinkin what none of us thought up. Instead of sleepin let’s awake and be woke, cause that negativity’s toxic. Don’t be static in the brain bruh. No fighting fella, we just havin fun. Hit that attitude with a flame thrower, then shine Brighter Yellow than the golden sun; Call it Midas touch. The Molten Orange energizing us We so determined; Ever focused learning mixing hope endurance with a lot of love, workin hard as fuck, Plus imagination, times a ton of patience, equals success - there’s your motivation. Masterful creation just continue stayin steady climbin up. People gonna make it. I believe in em; try to never doubt it. I can see in em glory every shrouded. All it needs is the Glowing Red of passion. Trust your feelings; you’d be dead without em. But we live as shit, and we vibin with the Purest White, all frequencies of light in it. True enlightenment; we can rise to it. Elevate the status of our mental limits. I’m just saying it because I need to hear it. This a prayer to the Universal Spirit. In the name of The People and their hope for kinship, and the great almighty Radness Of Friendship, Nigga amen.