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The Older I Get
03:02
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I hate to bother you but I spotted you
and part of what I Gotta do is slaughter you
I know it’s a lot to do. to open up a slot or two
Do what I plotted to and blow a spot or two
Not with dynamite but you never know though
Very clever logo couldn’t take a better photo
Can’t maintain the flow tho’ even if it’s said in slow Mo.
I’ll rhyme till I pass out like how you get a promo
I won’t stop rocking cause I don’t got options
Opps not knocking just cock blocking
Not forgotten, I cannot stop plottin’
a way to stay fresh when the spots got rotten.
Look in the mirror like “why the fuck do I do it?”
reply in clear: “for the love of the Music”
The best of influence. the rest of em knew it
I didn’t choose it. I was destined to do it
Anything you could bring on i’ll swing on
And leave knots on its head
like a Motherfuckin’ cling on.
All I gots love for is the mic that I sing on
so a phone is the only thing I ever put a ring on
If you wanna teach and you’re not a professor
I keep a piece in a spot in a dresser
Hoods get ripped apart
put with wood and chipped apart
By the goodness of my heart
cause they couldn’t get this art.
Still got far to go. far from where I started tho’
rhymes on maxi pads. soak up what I start to flow
#Not Sorry Though. I’ll explore a theme
Got lyrics on lock-down like my words were quarantined
I remember my time on a flying saucer
if she doesn’t want it I would never try to Force her
if you want my secrets then you better buy the course or
I’ll contort and sort ya on behalf of my consortia
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I’m Lizzo. at the game with my ass out
popular like Bobby Brown inside a crackhouse.
I’ll come clean like Jeru the Damaja.
I’m a Karen now let me see the manager.
I’m Donnie Darko on prescription medication
it’s like I’m Freddy but with the head of Jason.
When it comes to family i got 30 in my circle
but my family doesn’t matter cause we're nerdier than Urkel
I’m motivated In a quest for complacency
I won’t delay in turning up the latency
charge a maintenance fee just so they can see
..I’m Norman Bates flipped the sign. there’s a vacancy
Nice when the cameras on. mean when I’m back stage (Ellen)
Hand you a contract with clauses on the back page
I tell lies even when the truth is evident
next election I’ll be running for the president
They came to arrest me I was dizzy like Gillespie
told em I was Dae Dae I had Mike Epps…ilepsy
Said they had to check me, ..over before they left me
I wasn’t Suicidal all I wanted a Pepsi.
Dressed in all black with Cash like Johnny
You’re out of your element shut the fuck up Donnie
I’m addicted to metaphors I’ll probably never get clean
Have you hanging in your room just like Jeffrey Epstein
Don’t give a fuck if you’re ready to retire
tweetin‘ like Roseanne and get everybody fired
I’m that asshole that prolly used to say some shit
fuckin up your head like an abusive relationship
check the hook if you want to know what I’m about
I’d rather cut you off. than stay and go to the drama route.
You’ll be guessing why the fuck I’m ducking out
But still be stressing on some shit I give a fuck about.
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I stay out of trouble as I Break out the bubble
try to build up my hustle watch the strength in my muscle
Subtle I need to eat shelter I need to sleep
peep the heat of my struggle to this beat.
I go to work, like six days a week
who says on my off day that I’m really free
Even on a bended knee is a stimulus check a remedy
or just some bs that they’re giving me?
Overplay for the under play
I know about the brighter days
I carry in a lighter case and light it with the stress filled days
Seem stuck in a ghetto maze
Wake up no make up it’s time for the shake up
they bake up and lay up do anything for that paper
Get ready for that caper it may be your neighbor or a stranger
the danger is real. the fight for the dollar is ill
as a scholar I build
Dayummm! That’s what I’m saying every day I’m
Looking at a bunch of bills and ain’t no way to pay em
P.m. to the a.m. my cards and how I play em
got a bunch of demons ain’t got no way to slay em.
Like I’m too woke I can’t go back to sleep again
lookin at the bright side the Darkside keeps creeping in
The rat race is leaving a bad taste
I’m not depressed the world is a sad place
The less you’re blind and the more you learn about
Can stress your mind and make it start burning out
Ignorance is bliss till your hit with a fist
Then start getting the gist of all the shit that you missed
quote my other album if you did not really know
Same struggles going on almost everywhere you go
Try to focus.. while the rest still dazed
they don't notice... the stress filled days
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you wanna know the story how I started really flowing
We gotta take it back to when my name was Willy Owen
See I was so clever I put two and two together
And taught myself to read when I recognized the letters
The letters made the words that the people always said
I had those words recorded deep inside my head
When I saw the words. I knew just what to do
While all the other toddlers didn’t have a fucking clue
I’m not being arrogant I’m only being honest
never missed a single word on any spelling contest
In kindergarten I felt pretty damn invincible
Because I punched a bully and he ran and told the principal
I had some type of feeling it’s really hard denying
He was acting so tough until he started crying
This big old second grader man really made a statement
tried to punk me for my lunch I didn’t let him take it
Now we’re bout to move on to another chapter
and take it to the time when I knew I was a rapper.
This is going way back into the early 80s
meats and potatoes and weren’t about the gravy' s
I remember Run and D (the) MC’s before those
yeah we loved The Message but couldn’t get the wardrobes
we understood the outfits we just couldn’t afford clothes
My bedroom was the closet floor with the door closed.
I’d try to make a mixtape But couldn’t change the order
All I had for music was a plastic tape recorder
I’m sure the quality had to be shitty and old
Because I recorded the songs off of Video Soul
So I would take these mixtapes don’t forget the air quotes
And trade them with my Homies for tapes they got from their folks
Then I got a Walkman and a pair of headphones
I was bumpin Ladi Dadi with levels in the red zone
I discovered hip-hop about the time it found me.
all the shit they talk about is going on around me
Then became the point where all I want to do is
Step off all alone and listen to some music.
I guess the only thing that I’m really trying to say
is that it made me feel in some special kinda way
So as I got older I didn’t want to chance it
any stereo I got the plot was to enhance it.
If it had some bass then I’m bumping it like fuck it
Because I got an amp and house speakers in the bucket
I’m only spitting 16 otherwise I’d name the artists
I think you get the point though it’s all the same regardless
I said I’d be a rapper they thought it was hilarious
didn’t understand about my heart within these areas
Used to have an eight bit sampler kit to start out
Now it’s International every time I put some art out
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5. |
Due Due
03:37
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Let’s take it..
back to the 90s for a fraction of time see
hostin’ open mics is where you happen to find me.
Paying dues. like I’m improving my credit
A view of success and what I do when I get it
Affluent producers always calling my phone
It Never really happened. do it all on my own
dreams and goals. still dare to pursue ‘em
But archaeologists try declaring me ruins.
Sid vicious with issues
Suspicious of snitches
matrix switches as I witness the glitches
Auspicious seditious which is scratching my itches
my pitch is malicious cause this shit is religious

My religion is rap your decisions are wack
You stab your friends in the back
envisionin’ stacks
I Invest in the best so the stock it just rises
The Cost: paying dues..
. ...the end result: priceless
All I do is show improve
Pay my dues and make my move
Change your tune go get your crew
Now they to know how I do
I'm Not Rocking and rolling. no knot that I’m holding
Walking around wishing my pocket was swollen. 
Back in the day I’m eating Ramen a lot
so I could pay the fee to go and rhyme in the spot.
A cat would want to battle which you never should do
the audience knew I was better than you
I dedicated my life. So take my advice
you’re just a dude that saw 8 mile twice
I Rolled with a crew went from old to the new
Holding a view but didn’t know what to do
lost like Desmond departing the hatch
I had to build a studio and started from scratch
I’ve never had a label that wanted to signed me
 or a bunch of screaming fans that were running behind me
hunting to find me you want to define me
I’ve been paying dues since the numbers were 90s

All I do is show improve
Pay my dues and make my move
Change your tune go get your crew
Now they to know how I do
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6. |
Kicking Down Doors
02:58
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Don’t bite my head off like animal crackers
I go for self like the camera held backwards
Fam I just stack words and stand with the blackbirds
A gaggle of fat nerds enacting your fractures
i’m like slick Rick cause behind the bars
I feel locked up and the time is hard
to outshine a star as the finest shard
Is kind a hard when your mind is scarred.
I ain’t Snoop Dogg cause I love them hoes
I hope they love me and they come to shows
mention me at entry they’ll let you in eventually
At the liars club or the mission dispensary
My rhymes are fire. you’re fyre festival
I’m out of the box you’re still inside ‘em like collectibles
Technical if you try to make a spectacle
Respect it. I’m half nuts like one testicle
It’s like they say. psych I’m never listening
Just my ass and them kissin I am envisionin’
I’ll take advice. report it missin’ and
Imprison it. in a truck. push it into lake Michigan
When I write rhymes you just see me handle
my lifetime full of drama like a TV channel
I’m guessing... I don’t have cable though
Seeming that my flows are always streaming like your favorite show.
no commercials at all i’m drinking a lot
My circle so small it could shrink to a dot
The diagnosis if you try to approach this
The flows is the type that never die like roaches
hard to forget like what your heart’ll regret
had to start a cadet. now with the art of vet
It’s like my whole life was almost burnt to the ground
but I took that fire and I turned it around
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I'm Not A Real Person
03:18
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I’m an artist but believe I’m a fan
A beat in my hand to succeed with my Fam
Minding my grind at least that’s the plan
Till they finding my rhyme in the streets of Japan.
came up on food stamps and government cheese
So only the true champs can fuck with my Steez
grew up a poor person broke with no hope
That’s why I pour bourbon, coke and smoke dope.

they say I’m strange cause the way that I speak
ain’t shit changed but the day of week
I’m in Nukes top-five so they say I’m unique
Cause EVPs is the way that theyr’e playin’ this beat
a bunch of smoke and mysterious blurs
curious nerds hearing delirious words
in a haunted house on the back of the street
I’m wrapped in a sheet. a ghost trapped in a beat

I’m living what I rap I rap what I’m living
Not making my living from rap or making rap for my livin’
Attacking the wack cause raps my religion
Attracting a clap from the rap that I’m givin
hold up. Wait a damn minute...
I got so many bars had to close the pandemic.
..I know it’s bogus. If you and your man’s in it!
Your circle is dog shit! I ain’t tryin to stand in it!
bad actors just rehearsing a roll
could step on my lyrics and not kick a verse from the soul
My rhymes stick around like a pile of debt does
And bring it to your grill like the smile direct club
They say I’m not real. I’m a mythical creature
Reachin’ from beyond just to rip this whole feature
Like ghosts of your past that you have to defeat
I’m Not a real person I’m just trapped in a beat
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Ask Somebody
03:31
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What up I don’t got to shut up I put up
I’m not a gangster but I still big my hood up
I’m off my rocker like grandpa when he stood up
you couldn’t trip on me even if I put my foot up
that was four. I could give the whole eight
put it in your mouth like Akinelle with Colgate
I’m not snatchin crumbs I want the whole plate
I used to love her but now she’s my soulmate
Yo fam listen I have goals and visions
You’ll be discovered by an old man fishin’ with both hands missing behind a Spokane prison
In an abandoned van with no transmission
word-of-mouth isn’t heard about absurd amounts
best kept secret even though I always blurt it out.
Got that crack written like smoking cocaine or
I could go off the top like an open container
The coast is clear..
I boast the most explosive gear
blow the spot and ghosts appear before the smoke can clear
Thoughts you’re not supposed to hear
got you blocking both your ears
toast a beer what’s spoke in here
Is Coke. Known as dope for years
it’s in my genes that I’m destined to fail
at least I’m alive and not resting in jail
I’m making a recipe for reversing my destiny
a verse from the chest of me cause this version is stressing me.
A shrink couldn’t handle me or stop the insanity
The bullshit they’re handing me they’re not understandin’ me.
No one’s a fan of me
I’ll mention it candidly
I’m still demanding respect. and a check for my family.
The type of creature under the bed to eat ya
order a slice of pizza
poor like the righteous teachers
The price to feature is slide the visa
or it’s bye Felicia it was nice to meet ya.
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Straight From The Heart
03:13
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I’m more than 40 picture me as a Shorty
clothes are just hand me Downs none of it sporty.
my dad‘s work friends kids grew up in the 60s
the shit they would give me doesn’t fit they don’t get me. 
Plus I ain’t making friends get in fights and don’t make amends.
My Homies havin a seizure gotta wait til the shakin’ ends
Taking it way back ain’t shy when I say that
Up in the bricks with Richard Pryor on eight track
The lessons I’ve learned ain’t forgot probably any
look at all these roacheswithout Bobby Jimmy
At the Rivers edge without Crispin Glover.
a freakoholic just like the Egyptian Lover.
I knew what I wanted make em pause like run did
Have adventures like Slick Rick and look what I done did
Bullies can’t put me down
Once I Hard boogie down
I wanna go to the pros and not have that rookie sound
Back in the day it wasn’t rare if you dance
Everywhere that I glance
parachute pants.
Standing there in a stance there was romance
in knowing spot blowing shows. there was a chance
to go from Breaking on cardboard
to making it art more
that’s how i got heart more
and turned out more hard-core
I’m not a guru. to earn it was hard more
What did I start for? the point like a dartboard
it always felt like it was something more serious
Like what your tribe called and how low-end your theory is
The nearest lyricist hearing this will be a conspiracist
Leering in the mirror and sneering at how clear it is.
This is Chicago I don’t know what you think
the first rhymes that I wrote are old enough to drink
If you feel disrespect by doing my thing kid
I’m just protecting my neck like Wu-Tang did
All that I need is a boombox and Adidas
Can’t be defeated with a rhyme and a beat it’s
Like the heat had almost succeeded indeed it’s
Ingredients that never retreated somehow reverse and delete it.
Set ablaze cheddar ways headed to better days
Every letter slays hip-hop forever plays.
The fact that they’re takin’ and actors just fakin’
Every batch that I’m makin’ is for scratching And breakin’
Grew up in the 80s knew nothing but crazies
If your crew’s up to play me they’re blew up and Swayze
A wolf in sheep’s clothing it’s time I brought it out
A Basket Case like masta ace up inside the slaughtahouse
These days they destroyed the DJs and B-boys
erased the street noise Replaced with the decoys
I ain’t makin the charts and It ain’t breaking my heart.
You can’t take it apart. it’s straight from the heart.
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Right Place Wrong Time
03:46
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My stereo pillar is a serial killer
really bewildered I was very vanilla
locked and sealed up a lot has built up
spot is filled up with what I chopped and killed up
Running around while they hunting me down
body’d the beat put it under the ground
The drum that I pound just wasn’t around
No dumbing it down so they’re loving the sound
Bet the poem was the best you’d known
It Set the tone like ametronome
inject your dome with infectious foam
leave you left alone in the veterans home
train of thought hits all the stops
Brain is wrought kids fall and drop
You’re the type to get Mollywopped
After starting shit and then call the cops!
thought I was gettable I was unforgettable
my incredible level will make a better fool edible
Off its settable. never regrettable
let a fool Get a tool alert the medical
may be reported had a baby aborted
crazy distorted my way to retort it
looking at charts like they were Dre beat supported
Said he killing it, with the way he record it..
Burial scarier than a venereal area
and a hairy derrière that’s daring to Marry ya
Don’t type like stereo it’ll vary by area
Depending on where are you
wary to bury ya.
train of thought hits all the stops
Brain is wrought kids fall and drop
You’re the type to get Mollywhopped
After starting shit and then call the cops..
this is the part where I can just
let you know what a psycho does
In a situation where you fight with us
back in the day you was tight with us
Shot to shit all night with us
Sparked a blunt share the light with us
I will be feeling like I’m right and just
and won’t give a fuck if I bite the dust
Shits going to happen butnot today
So I try to earn a spot to stay
Still in the Hood it’s hot today
hear the bass from a block away
Got to be careful how you walk today
Cops want everybody locked away
It’s like a game a cost a lot to play
New world order monopoly.
Don’t even know what to call the shit
kitted out and I’m all equipped
po pimp hood rich Baller shit
I’ma be that way until I’m all legit
So success never saw the shit
It’s like a puzzle I’m trying to solve and shit
So underground I crawl in on pits
But I can’t stop won’t call it quits
That’s the way that it is in here
Chasin a dream and a vision here
in some way we all live in fear
feeling like were in a prison here
Artists get. this retarded shit
Social media narcissists
Hard as shit from the heart and shit
darkest shit ain’t as harsh as this
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I just worked a long day my life has gone the wrong way
I just want to get in my car and let the song play.
Calm the savage beast. man that shit is basic
plus it always helps if you feel the fuckin’ bass kick
Can’t describe the feeling If you heard you know it
then you mix those beats with the words of a poet.
You start to slip away when you hear a little singer
All the problems of the day they can get the middle finger
I’d like to take that concept and use it for a minute
if you buy my album thanks for choosing independent
Because you know! I’m forever on the same shit
But Everywhere I go people treat me like I ain’t shit
I feel like I’m the only one invested in the stock of me
all I got is plots of stopping thoughts of the monotony
I need some stress relief. From the scene I found it
Smoke a little green the drum machine I pound it.
Once I got the beat. I write some dope ass lyrics
And play it in the street so if you go past, hear it
I don’t give a fuck I’m talkin’ bout the life of me
And I would think I sucked if I had a ghost to write for me.
You don’t have to listen that’d be a bad decision
No ghost writers or producer apparitions
Just a cat. ..on the way to catatonic
Akai and a Mac and a fat sack of chronic.
Gorilla glue, reason rewired into ProTools
ain’t nothing new I’m emceeing like it’s old-school.
Gotta bunch of stress and one way to express it
so when I see that red dot you know I have to press it
Click click click click That’s when it is recordin’
And at that very moment that’s the only thing important
If I didn’t have these I’d definitely lose it
That’s why I smoke herb.
.... I make music.
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