Intro: Once again, once again - haha Time to show 'em what we workin' with Uh, uh Verse 1: I said it's on, BDE, my manhood nothin' meager Makin' sure QC to Hollywood they heard me eager A kid inspired by Memph Bleek, I've scribed to techniques Dropped jewels since Light Scribe CDs in my HP PC Without worry my verse ignites fists of fury I’m tryna get green from this sauce like chimichurri They say I’m freaky as clowns, must mean “I’m comin with IT” When I kill this beat no unsolved mystery you know "who did it" This new class got some vocal rabies They talkin’ bout givin’ chicken heads throat babies? Well I ain't no Einstein either, but these fuck bois can get ethered I'm a reverse windmill next to their layup JV I'ma diss factory, ain't need no DVDs of Smack Y'all gone on far too long like a Young Thug contract Star with bars layin' deep in the cut like light sabers Ice cold flows bundle up with five layers Hook: Time to lay it out I got a date with destiny Rise to the occasion: paranormal telepathy This for the OGs reppin' Pete, in the pit or nosebleeds We steppin' out - I'm givin' y'all the best of me No doubt scout I got a date with destiny Man on a mission, so smooth we velvety We gon' cruise down the block, when you hear my speakers knock I ain't the ice cream truck, but check the recipe Verse 2: Stayin' sharp on the tip like cacti, how it all goes Quicker on my feet than a pair of Rainbows Nothing new kid, my peak unseen like Durango Been Wurth since before Hov told hos to Change Clothes Remain short changed like Shacarri for the stonies I crash your tour let this be your sign, Allez Opi Omi In a world of copy cats I’m comfy having my own style You couldn't find their essence if you strapped it with a Tile I mean harder to find than Waldo in a candy cane factory Sketchier than Air BnBs I been at Dick riders pole vaultin' my stick, pathetic They trying to check the range of this Maverick, no JJ Redick Talkin' all tough, but with workshops mini size I can squeeze hammers and I ain’t the most handy guy I got that bulletproof funk, the type to make your soul perspire No surprise yo, did caveman make fire?

Intro: It's your co-pilot to smooth Pete Wurthy Yo when I hear this track, it makes me catch a certain vibe - ha ha I can't explain it, but let me bring the pen and pad out You bring the drinks out Kick back - uh Verse 1: Lo and behold I'm not your typical pop star I’m trying to make my impression felt like Will did Chris at the Oscars No grouchy Oscar all elation in the present Overseeing delinquent evictions - they some lousy tenants Check a soul sample now my heart wide open Chokin' up on emotions, inner soul devotion Coast off lyrical push what's the commotion Catching a buzz off boom bap sonic invoke son Expression is important, simply put, well If I can’t express myself it ain’t my best of health I catch a certain vibe verbally invest my wealth Cuz having zero outlet surely next to hell Homie ring the bell and let the fight begin If your beats and verses don't smack you ain't strikin' to win Pardon me while I binge and purge encyclopedic words With a diabolical twist now creative wars occur Hook: This the way it goes when I catch a certain vibe Kiddos process my slang and brace for diatribe My raw sense of rhetoric either heal or dead it If you was a Hip Hop fan in 92 you indebted Been a stealth emcee since my infancy Sampled or composed tis all a pleasure for me My soul your heart tied, when my art your ears collide I ascribe to this music thang cuz it feels so live Tag: Uh - Live Uh - Live Yeah Verse 2: I'm like a sure bet deal without the wild pitches They searching for Pete like donde estan b*****s Do these rhymes make you Randy like Austin Powers Most of y'all can’t see me like a professor with no office hours A dope emcee in my own right, I compose hype Passages with a flow tight like corset - Bet I stay equipped with skill, on God Yo I already had a type you just fit the bill raw Offensively, my game, is from 18 feet I can beat you "bassline" or with "hooks" like Kareem Full steam ahead like a Stourbridge Lion I need a drug test for these metaphors I'm supplying I'm the hottest thing poppin' since kettle corn Your choice of rap stars - indulge yes and not settle more Without further fanfare or hesitation, I'm your guy Throw this in the ride and drive cuz it fits a certain vibe

Verse 1 (Crump Casso): Look, look I'm like all your favorite rappers, I'm the Hip Hop Captain Planet They say that Hip Hop is broken, I call up the Rap Mechanic Ayo P Dub make it work, these lame rappers making dirt Hop in the whip and I make it kill, oops I meant I make it skirt These rappers are chickens to me and they think I'm making jerk I'm a hired hit man, Pete Wurthy fax the paper work And your days are numbered boy, help me count 'em down like 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 if you doubt me I feel like the new Bun, Underground King North Charlotte where I come from, where they found me And I say it proudly, real ones around me Run you out your county, got 'em all like how he Switch the flow up and yet he kills them Means he's a nice guy but the gangstas feel him It's cuz my flow golden got the Midas touch And the gold in my watch so ya time is up boy Hook: Y'all kiddos must gotta know That your gig is nearly up Days are numbered Y'all must got the boy fucked up When I talk don't interrupt - yuhh Days are numbered Y'all dummies must gotta fear That your end is nearly here Days are numbered Y'all must got this shit weird So let me make it crystal clear - yeah Days are numbered Verse 2 (PW): My ominous lyrics feed kindred spirits Ain't need amygdala to know my wrath y’all gonna fear it (yuhh) My style unique - yo I raise the comp like heat Word to the meek, this ain't no game like hide and seek You reach I teach, I'll crash your party I'm Vince Vaughn Taking out these pawns with a hustle that's far from gone Herbs light the cron’ while I chronicle, “riddick flows” Fast and furiously I “Dom”-inate, no Vin Diesel Deceitful is their trap, how they stab you in the back Even on weekends, throw dirt on your name: Rebecca Black Don't put it past them, they just wanna cop a feel cuz Emcees riding my dick with no training wheels My ill shpeel? Peter Dub innovates Ain’t no tragic fate how I served your career a wake Contemplate my stanzas, straight boss like Danza On my calenda, your days are numbered, we gon' supplant ya (ya cancers)

Verse 1 (Yung Citizen): Now why you put yourself through all this nonsense Little confused cuz you hide from all of your conscience Could be your fear, need to be more clear Letting go of your ego your closer is getting near It's facts over opinions do your research Little 'head of yourself, you're getting too absurd Getting louder and louder I hit do not disturb You keep on shoutin' the shoutin' your first time didn't learn Cuz you don't deserve Now I don't know what you been told Behind the keyboard startin' to get real bold Repetitive, scratch the surface, got to owe Keep on hammering the situations I'm not sold Advise on movin' on, find you somethin' better Feed into yourself, somethin' that gives you pleasure Somethin' other than a gadget like you are inspected You can save all the apologies I'm not expecting Hook (PW): Don't feed the trolls kids Cuz everyone's a sports journalist, doc, or poli sci wiz We've had it with the egotistical bigotry You bullies we'll bully y'all can get smacked silly Fake phonies on the loose, actin' so uncouth Rude remarks over key strokes remains their ruse And we know that y'all so hard But if you can't say it loud in public I'ma dismiss your subject Verse 2 (Dusty): Yo, let me break it down for you now Dusty Live talkin' to you with my real mouth (shut up) And punchin' on the keys in my misery Sittin' lonely one and only friend is the computer screen You think you cool playa fuckin' please You lucky that I choose to keep no enemies I see you comment spewing raw hate Actin' like your egos big enough to keep me in the shade (sunshine) Watch and see how I matriculate I don't need to get a tinder date (swipe right bro) If I want some company it's really easy I just give a little wink hold my semi-colon now she see me You never say it to my face right (uh uh) You never had to overcome to stay alive (no chance) You don't want to wake the animal that's deep inside And we can all see that you a bitch in real life Verse 3 (PW): Scooping this from lost not found, hoping I'm not out of bounds With regards to online, there's a lot of circus clowns Trying to put me down? That’s tricky Cached your sickly remarks, can’t be covered up like hickies A firewall y'all only saving grace Talking wreckless out your necks sayin' stuff you shouldn’t dare conversate Psychotic, neurotic, despite the topic Any political themes, they push agendas, can't stop it So toxic through the QWERTY cusses and fusses The harshest critics stay acidic They gon’ get lit up no stage trusses Their malfeasance defined as borderline Committing mad asinine keyboard fines Y'all social network jerks a bunch of cornballs The true irony is yall aint got no balls at all, trust All y’all do is just logon To I be speaking all of that bullshit dot com

Intro: Ohh, ohhh Make way for the champion Make way for the champion, come on We do what they say can't be done We do what they say couldn't be done (come on) Yeah, yeah We dominating like Uh uh Verse 1: Let me kick it off like this - no onsides Emcees with foul lines on scrimmage now they comin' offsides No surprise I'm a sure bet like 20 yard field goals They sellin' souls for the way I run game like Tecmo Bowl My lineup nickel and dime, prime defense with rhyme Alarm all sirens cuz Peter Wurth a beast on gridiron I need the Rap Lombardi, why lie man? My lyrical harm stiff arm ya harder than John Heisman - uh I’m like Bo Jackson in his day Tough to tackle in every conceivable way My audible flow annihilates, the secondary on skates Pete's playbook got 'em shook, fumblin' during earthquakes My helmet slippery sweatin' with pure delivery Armchair QBs watching from home like you are kidding me? My joints score extra points, y'all stay safety'd and sacked Your last track a Sanchez ass fumble, flat on its back Hook: Catch us on the ball field We got the proper build for the championship bill If your flow lags you soft like a two hand tag We bring home awards while they can barely brag ayo This cat is tough to tackle Run up the slot, in your spot, bust ya in ya adam's apple Surround you with the realness (psssh, bitch please) All-American emcee runnin' game like athletes Verse 2: Frequently with ease, juking all these rookies I should have an outhouse how much I dump on emcees Special teams getting creamed with my 90 yard verse Run draw, now my Hail Mary hook descale your worth My X and O flow a Saban and Swinney combo These foes whiney, try me - expose ya pronto With your goal line fines, screw the fake pass off tricks I'm elaborate, that’s accurate - no Mark Mosely kicks I’m more thrilling than your team grabbing a pick six Visiting cheerleaders in stands like girl who is this? Like pylon cams, dick riders dog piled on Rod Tidwell show me the money when I get to rhymin' No deflate-gate even my lines they bitin' Bout to break my foot in their hine parts, return of titans Not impressed with these cheap imitations with no hesitation Takin' the knee behind the victory formation Outro: It's just what we was born to do man Let me tell ya something Ya give me the ball All I know how to do Is run with it Let me see ya Cha cha, cha cha real smooth Cha cha, cha cha real smooth Cha cha, cha cha real smooth Cha cha, cha cha Let me see ya Cha cha, cha cha real smooth Cha cha, cha cha real smooth Cha cha, cha cha real smooth Cha cha, cha cha Two step now Two step now Two step now Two step it out Two step now Two step now Two step now Two step it out

Verse 1 (Red Jesse): I been in the ocean like Danny, Abyss in the trench like a war Steepin' in darkness like dreaming a part of this year wasn’t Floyd's face to the floor I wanna be very honest and ignore it but in the Mariana murder glows over That white noise in my brains when I don’t wanna look at the shit we control yo So I’m swimming I’m in it, I ain’t gon' hold up no minute, this ain’t the time for no Chin Up Charley, this is a dig in and get it, cause it seems like my neighbors forgetting Our brothers been killed in the streets if you can't repeat that then you ain’t hitting Look at what’s in front of our faces and quit denying the rain in the sky when it’s spitting So I’m shittin' on right white American ignorance, y’all Hating some shit you ain’t never seen but heard of once blind to the richness of difference Son, shit ain’t forgiven, all they want is some shrift and contrition If they did this shit to your great grandmama you wouldn’t be dropping this shit are you kidding Seeing is believing so fuckin' look, we are the heathens in the ships We are the bully fuckin' up lunch, we are Babylon with the grip The terrible strangers with the clubs we been eating it up, and it’s enough Listen up to me say it again, cause you only need to get it once Hook (Red Jesse): When will I learn, to open up to this stranger And quit nopin' all of their anger We ain’t gettin' divorced, I guess our parents arranged it But I’m not doing wars When will we learn To have these fights in the morning These nights are drunken with hatred And I fuckin' hate it man Gimme some kindness Gimme some patience When will we learn Verse 2 (Pete Wurthy): Beyond sicker than sick with these make pretend friends We’re supposed to be united remainin' divided like Newsmax and CNN Disappointed by lack of empathy, compassion empty How are our roots still so deeply entrenched in hate in AD 2020 Collective consciousness of a piss poor year This can't be 'as good as it gets' like Greg Kinnear, thinking while sittin' here - damn Government prefers us to sit calm while watching a sitcom Numb to the dumb racism smudged on and covered up like lip balm My black brothers and sisters live with undue duress and worry If they're next to be murdered unjustly by a one man jury Distraught mankind - my people taking a breath for the last time Regardless of your bias, does the punishment actually fit the crime? Oh I see, guilty by assoc. - y'all hypercritical Most flabbergasted about humanitarian peace becoming political Habitually encounter pejoratives but the movement pivotal Fists pumpin' hard like a ventricle, y'all please know that we're here with you

Verse 1 (Nos V): My girl real bad, yeah you know that I got bad table manners like Kodak Picture me rolling, with some wolves got a whole pack Hollow tips lyrics, blow your whole mind man no cap Win by any means necessary, story of a black man Used to let it slide, now we grabbing gats man I like to watch the world burn, words from a mad man Just remember the jokes on you, if you want to be Batman It's the return of the wrench, Pete what's crackin'? When it comes to hits we know these fools ain't packin' like beer bellies They bars is pure jelly, been watchin' some weird telly It's still clueminati, call me modern Machiavelli I'm a living piece of art dawg Everywhere I walk I leave a mark dawg Half these rappers ain't got no heart y'all, I already killed them Let they bum ass in abandoned building, free smoke Hook (PW): Was hella nice, but now we angry Words were unloaded but now we comin' off safety And belligerents might stan ya, but we can hardly stand ya We tried to play nice, now peep the bad table manners Can't fight fair in a dirty game, especially when Douchbaggery level: hall of fame Wurthy and Nos V some bad mamajamas We tried to play nice, now check our bad table manners Verse 2 (PW): I've been the nice guy poster child for a while Now boundaries crossed get counted like turn styles No proper winning man it's a shame, simple and plain If these lames were Time Warner, still couldn't "take aim" But I can't complain, held my own in the interim Been playing by the rules, my best still yet to come Surviving conniving thieves integrity beside of me You may be 4 foot tall but you can't ride this dick for free No emcee rivalin' Pete, stay revered for centuries Taking advantage with your power hungry tantrums Frustrated citizen, now fangs show, like Rin Tin Tin Did things the right way, but pissed off, I done been You better duck now and take cover, it's kill Or be killed, and now I'm that motherfucker Tried the respect route, but we comin' for your neck now You catchin' wreck, ouch. Bet that... and Nos can vouch (yaoo) Hook (PW): Was hella nice, but now we angry Words were unloaded but now we comin' off safety And belligerents might stan ya, but we can hardly stand ya We tried to play nice, now peep the bad table manners Can't fight fair in a dirty game, especially when Douchbaggery level: hall of fame Wurthy and Nos V some bad mamajamas We tried to play nice, now check our bad table manners Bridge (Nos V): Wasn't a bad guy, but I lived long enough to be the bad guy (yeah) Wasn't a bad guy, but I lived long enough to be the (yuh, yuh) Wasn't a bad guy, but I lived long enough to be the bad guy (yeah) Wasn't a bad guy, but I lived long enough to be the bad (yuh, yuh) Verse 3 (Nos V + PW): Stuntin' is a habit, whoa I am not your average, no Take you where you wanna go Yeah, I'm guilty of livin' life like a supervillain Baby rappers takin' shots it never phase me Even the end of this song cannot fade me Never sea sick, surfin' waves b It's Nos V got the world goin' crazy, that's crazy Treat them how you want to be treated: the golden rule But a blind eye to tomfoolery? now who's the fool? Kindness is overrated like PF Changs Act twisted like a candy cane; I'll beat ya ass through the frame I got bad table manners, 7-0-4 to Santa Ana Envious cats no likey but they ride our laps like Santa Element of surprise the way I category five Big mood when punk kiddos voyage capsize, I Hook (PW): Was hella nice, but now we angry Words were unloaded but now we comin' off safety And belligerents might stan ya, but we can hardly stand ya We tried to play nice, now peep the bad table manners Can't fight fair in a dirty game, especially when Douchbaggery level: hall of fame Wurthy and Nos V some bad mamajamas We tried to play nice, now check our bad table manners Bridge (Nos V): Wasn't a bad guy, but I lived long enough to be the bad guy (yeah) Wasn't a bad guy, but I lived long enough to be the (yuh, yuh) Wasn't a bad guy, but I lived long enough to be the bad guy (yeah) Wasn't a bad guy, but I lived long enough to be the bad (yuh, yuh)

Intro: I want you to do me a favor... Think about every baby in the world crying right now... Now associate that sound with the lack of my presence on these records... That's right, never again... Verse 1: Get it how you live, live it how you get it Ronco Rotisserie punchlines -- set it and forget it Lyrical antithesis of a peon, emcees get peed on And crapped on, by Wurthy Wurth the don What it took to get here? Mad persistence I came up on Tribe, you came up on Drake (big difference) I imagine this how Neo felt when he became The One And my blaster ain’t even set to stun How the West won? They faces turn to green Realizing their rhyme scheme blown to smithereens ... see I’m rather clever, deliver under pressure Better believe Peter get the hunnies wetter My bars please alcoholics, I'm their favorite vintage Fakers need a "massage" to maintain their "sharper image". Display the right amount of chaos Opposition meet keyboard cat, straight get played off Hook: Always been down to ride Never afraid to lay down the who, what, where, or why Rest assured forever been ill The emcee with skill givin my all always have, always will If rappin' was liquor I'm top shelf With a body of work that clearly stands all by itself Bold my name at the crest of the bill Colder than window sills, keep it a mil Always have, always will Verse 2: Verbal excellence, clearly a 16 from my camp Is genius, but who bit who? Go check the timestamp The audacity of those who sleep like REM So unoriginal - ain’t even sampling joints, y'all covering them Can't flip a track, got the nerve to copy paste instrumental Lazily butcherin' craft, sounding drugged on Fentanyl And at shows stumble 'cross the stage while your record plays That's the biggest middle finger to your fans who paid Don't take me for granite cuz I'll "rock" forever Let me shock your era, to whom do I owe the pleasure? Until I need to pass the torch, if you next in line? You interrupting cheese, too immature to shine A true pantomime how the drama unfolds May have been hot girl summer once, now your style winter cold I'm rap’s Willy Wonka, kiddos manners ain't proper You get sent home with no prize, you stole the everlasting gobstopper

Hook: Nod your head to this homie? How could you not? When I lace a dope track you gon’ get what I got Who you know that gon’ bussa flow - of my ilk With a verbal hot sauce texture finer than silk Blessed with lyrical finesse - the skeptics acquiesce Bringing your fans to my ship a Wurthy conquest More clutch than Robert Horry, cuz the mic and I Have more chemistry than Dexter’s Laboratory Verse 1: A vet of two decades, just the facts kid Like a volcano, I was dormant but now I’m active Not passive with vocab, I spit toxic You claiming you king, I poke holes in your Logic - get it My Pro Tools bear fruit like Image Line With rhyme defined, survival fittest of human kind Critics sensitive that I’ma class act Put me on Mars, I’m outstanding outside my habitat I had to take time off to see who counted me out I hold rank - more first class than the Boy Scouts I'm slicker than your average, no Craig David My performance priceless it's in your financial interest to save it Like Chadwick Boseman my illness was under wraps They claim they new era (come on) you know that’s cap A ghostly figure causin' night terrors We laughin' at your amateur hour comedy of errors Verse 2: Emcees got rough vision - astigmatism Ain't need a paternity test to know who fuckin' with him I’m off that congeniality bullshit I'ma say what needs to be said, smoother than cool whip I ain’t from NY, but you can fuggetaboutit If you talkin’ that you got the bag I strictly doubt it I'm Alaska; is Wurth the illest? Juneau it Like Lauryn Hill's back taxes, my respect, you owe it These silly boys leave y'all confused like Laurel or Yanny I rock flows plural and many, neural plus uncanny Blow the smoke to this, I mean, how could you not Is it the way I bless a track, no Jill Scott I bust shot, like NBA Jam, from way down town You lame as fuck and a bitter hater like Kwame Brown You can’t overstate my genius I'm sharp like coral Emcees arrive with style contrived like Jim Bakker's morals

Intro: Time to get real honest for a second Y’all cool if I get real honest? Oh word? Aight then Guess I ain't always gotta play the safe card So smooth, so smooth Verse 1: Stayin' fresh off the back like Pampers On my new wave, they couldn’t figure it out like Summer Sanders Cuz I got more verses than a Swizz and Timbo brainchild Got Charlotte on lock Beatties Ford to Idlewild Constantly thinkin' bout my grandparents, my ancestry For the man I am today, wonder are they proud of me Charge it to the game, the way I’m steppins a weapon They way I freak a 16 Child Protective Services checkin' But no perv activity, sage cleared out the guilt in me I'm in a race where time is my only rivalry Executive producer, I stay self-composed Like weed killers, other rappers stay de-composed Rap makes me happy can't be that bad like Sherryl Crow Gon' take more than tappin' a line to know what I know I'm ACTIC: always comin' through in the clutch For lack of better vernacular I'm Hip Hop's crutch - whoa Hook: Formulated miracles from nothing Even when I thought I lost it all I was cooking something This is where I find my heart and soul in my middle age Bob Seger playing as I turn the page But if I step off without a sec to pause reflect Out of raw intent, my neglect cause discontent If these laws infect I expire and slowly fade Honorably provide for my fam with this living wage Verse 2: Tracin' my life line before my start of rhyme Around the time Brandy and Monica - Boy Is Mine My shift from grade 5 to 6 required pivot Knew I had the gift of gab but through creative limits Couldn't quite fit in, so I played the class clown Sacrificed my rep to make dent like Chris Brown Wanted hype like a Rufus Wainright prototype But couldn't picture me on stage, hazy bars, night after night Though my talent palpable, I was ripe for the pluckin' Wurthy club performance underage - no handcuffin' Could say I'm Michelin star the way I offer courses I hear it all but only listen to select sources That's why haters never get paid any mind Cuz without reservation, they always respond in kind I wish safety and blessings for you and yours Stay true to your core, claim your own like An entrepreneur - let’s go Verse 3: Trips to my hometown provide solace Haven’t touched the old block in a while like Ben Wallace Oh these webs we weave like Sigourney How have I accomplished this much but just started the journey On a path anew, not resting on past merits Tested and grew, did it for science like a trapped ferret It’s all in how you look at it; glass full kind of thing Word up to the heads that I'm representing Mediocre a poor measure, like cell phones I'm tethered Traverse this landscape whether business or pleasure Matter fact, it's known only the strong survive I’ve conquered amidst depression and zero drive It's a beautiful life when I reach beast mode I encode the message you hear it back then decode Salutations to my fans who blast my tunes They already made those trash songs so I don’t have to - true

Verse 1: Got this ice box where my heart used to be You broke my heart worse than malpractice surgery She screamin' at me, you nothin' special kid Ego instinctive no filter must be the id I'm mad at the world, mad at this girl Mad about pretending to give a flying fuck for her But I know my worth, Christian household Grandma had legit vision, faith planted in my soil My mom taught me I'm more than a pretty face More than artistic athletic merit, in any case It's just that ignorance was bliss for too long She wanted to conquer my mind like King Kong The situation miserable, pathetic, pitiful When I’m with you, I feel so damn invisible Our love story tasked as arduous A happy life no longer in the cards for us Heartbreak: a chemical compound that locks the soul down So in order to escape I seek the rebound Coldly she asked me are you in love with me Or do you love the idea of being in love with me Can I rock with you, ain't so sure Cuz if your love the serum there must be no cure Can't take away the pain of what this was So by virtue of apathy depression my drug I'm broken... Verse 2: Invested so much time in these relationships Now proximity got us on this bullshit tip You only speak to me cuz I'm in your sphere Constantly question if I had none would you be here Cuz when I was single the only time they cared to mingle Remember back then they stan'd when I had no futon To sit on, now they ghost like energy drinks They tryna skin a cat alive like a Sphynx Pourin' whiskey inside a lonely mansion Memories racing faster than the Shinkansen I’m catching premonitions, shady visions They only trying to look after my commas like Quicken Like a police frisk, blatantly, involuntarily Violating the boy for his mere existence Must approach from an objective perspective Motives funny like Jim Carey but I'm no detective Against these steel walls I clamor for safety No reservations some in the corner waiting to snake me My talent infinite but they ain't seen me in a minute They want to know what I can do for their investment A singular target like an empty shooting range Parasitic behavior behold the mange If I ain't on and poppin' their interest droppin' Cloak back on for withheld emotion ayo No question I'm broken… Verse 3: Life imitates art more than art imitates life Sometimes your wrong more than you cared to be right Screw what I knew before, cuz when it's been raining For so long you appreciate a beam of light even more I don’t want to live a life that’s cookie cutter So I strive for unique confections, truth inflection Mad confused by our connection If God sent you to me the direction a crash mid-intersection I’m tired of this disease causing so much dis-ease Sanitize for your sanity the policy Tryna deep six this heinous mess like Faucci But a KitchenAid couldn’t help me process this Authority strikin' necks like chickens as if kosher We ain’t noticed the pot slowly boiling over Crazy that the ship going down with the captain But then again weirder shit has happened I pick up the pen and detail a world shifty and ill Is pain the only path or can I get a better deal Was after real, but reside in fabrication Can I get a unique step or am I history's afflation Bold enough to beat the break down? Can I shake ground? Or will the poet soweth the seed for mental funeral mound They say arts a vehicle to make you feel something By that token, think you know where this is headed Motherfuck it I'm broken…

Verse 1: Hindsight remains the only 2020 Someday we gonna win this unlike Harry Caray Wurthy that bastard man how dare he I rhyme revolutionary so alert your dignitaries 16s remain my drug no narc anonymous My flavor like dry rub, the cook up marvelous Reporters fond of us, cover us like a throw rug If bars the engine P Dub must be the spark plug You catch my verse you’re privy to my presentation No Zion, my rhymin lift you up new elevations My relationship with mics, aye, no complications Silence is deafening so lemme push the conversation My sensational cadence over production flagrant Listeners leave comfort zones for my tones they vagrant “I'm just a kid” with a “simple plan” to go Locomotive on tracks, I think I can I think I can Hook: The state of Hip Hop, regardless of opinion Is in critical condition and I have suspicions Why the next gen listens to substance missing We need to put the disease back into remission So here’s a ticket homie, ayo free admission To a classic rendition respecting founding tradition Envisioning heads throwing fists up for this one Use your intuition to resurrect the mission Verse 2: We stay true vibe purveyors, us rhymesayers Been at it long enough to deal with all road blocks major but Like Don Gorske at McDonalds, it's billions I'm servin' I'm undoing my mileage like a born again virgin Lyrical suburban drunk drivin' and swervin' Chaotic, spasmodic at times, the way my verb bend Definitely a threat when I clutch mics I got a soft touch, my poetic type how could they dislike My music invites energy and attention Hoping to sustain, opposite plot of regression Provision of bliss, verses makin' more doh than Homer On your favorite corner like a street performer, drop this beat in My mind’s swimming pool, lifeguards know I'm too deep in Best take inventory prevent ignorance creep in Endless hunt for months to curtail kids silly stunts Ain't finna let these bad apples spoil the bunch Verse 3: Stayin' underground, on this hip hop sound One of a kind Wurthy a wonder with his strings unwound I stay smooth fit and grow, watch me prove it yo My records get more net play than John McEnroe Real rap sales low, industrial proletariat But with power and class - celebrate my art from here and back While no talent ass clowns lambast over tracks crass You the main bozo in the circus we laugh en masse If Hip Hop my daughter I'm a parent to cowards Reprimand ya if you ain't get her back at a decent hour I drop more keys than janitors, skill ambassador On the topic of lyrics, damn how good did we have it before Like most, I was thrust into that pressure to conform Sell out like Blink tickets, but my testimony is sworn To keep it real word to mother, they think they future like Hoverboards, but all they do is hover our cocks brother

Verse 1: Hindsight remains the only 2020 Someday we gonna win this unlike Harry Caray Wurthy that bastard man how dare he I rhyme revolutionary so alert your dignitaries 16s remain my drug no narc anonymous My flavor like dry rub, the cook up marvelous Reporters fond of us, cover us like a throw rug If bars the engine P Dub must be the spark plug You catch my verse you’re privy to my presentation No Zion, my rhymin lift you up new elevations My relationship with mics, aye, no complications Silence is deafening so lemme push the conversation My sensational cadence over production flagrant Listeners leave comfort zones for my tones they vagrant “I'm just a kid” with a “simple plan” to go Locomotive on tracks, I think I can I think I can Hook: The state of Hip Hop, regardless of opinion Is in critical condition and I have suspicions Why the next gen listens to substance missing We need to put the disease back into remission So here’s a ticket homie, ayo free admission To a classic rendition respecting founding tradition Envisioning heads throwing fists up for this one Use your intuition to resurrect the mission Verse 2: We stay true vibe purveyors, us rhymesayers Been at it long enough to deal with all road blocks major but Like Don Gorske at McDonalds, it's billions I'm servin' I'm undoing my mileage like a born again virgin Lyrical suburban drunk drivin' and swervin' Chaotic, spasmodic at times, the way my verb bend Definitely a threat when I clutch mics I got a soft touch, my poetic type how could they dislike My music invites energy and attention Hoping to sustain, opposite plot of regression Provision of bliss, verses makin' more doh than Homer On your favorite corner like a street performer, drop this beat in My mind’s swimming pool, lifeguards know I'm too deep in Best take inventory prevent ignorance creep in Endless hunt for months to curtail kids silly stunts Ain't finna let these bad apples spoil the bunch Verse 3: Stayin' underground, on this hip hop sound One of a kind Wurthy a wonder with his strings unwound I stay smooth fit and grow, watch me prove it yo My records get more net play than John McEnroe Real rap sales low, industrial proletariat But with power and class - celebrate my art from here and back While no talent ass clowns lambast over tracks crass You the main bozo in the circus we laugh en masse If Hip Hop my daughter I'm a parent to cowards Reprimand ya if you ain't get her back at a decent hour I drop more keys than janitors, skill ambassador On the topic of lyrics, damn how good did we have it before Like most, I was thrust into that pressure to conform Sell out like Blink tickets, but my testimony is sworn To keep it real word to mother, they think they future like Hoverboards, but all they do is hover our cocks brother

Hook: Nod your head to this homie? How could you not? When I lace a dope track you gon’ get what I got Who you know that gon’ bussa flow - of my ilk With a verbal hot sauce texture finer than silk Blessed with lyrical finesse - the skeptics acquiesce Bringing your fans to my ship a Wurthy conquest More clutch than Robert Horry, cuz the mic and I Have more chemistry than Dexter’s Laboratory Verse 1: A vet of two decades, just the facts kid Like a volcano, I was dormant but now I’m active Not passive with vocab, I spit toxic You claiming you king, I poke holes in your Logic - get it My Pro Tools bear fruit like Image Line With rhyme defined, survival fittest of human kind Critics sensitive that I’ma class act Put me on Mars, I’m outstanding outside my habitat I had to take time off to see who counted me out I hold rank - more first class than the Boy Scouts I'm slicker than your average, no Craig David My performance priceless it's in your financial interest to save it Like Chadwick Boseman my illness was under wraps They claim they new era (come on) you know that’s cap A ghostly figure causin' night terrors We laughin' at your amateur hour comedy of errors Verse 2: Emcees got rough vision - astigmatism Ain't need a paternity test to know who fuckin' with him I’m off that congeniality bullshit I'ma say what needs to be said, smoother than cool whip I ain’t from NY, but you can fuggetaboutit If you talkin’ that you got the bag I strictly doubt it I'm Alaska; is Wurth the illest? Juneau it Like Lauryn Hill's back taxes, my respect, you owe it These silly boys leave y'all confused like Laurel or Yanny I rock flows plural and many, neural plus uncanny Blow the smoke to this, I mean, how could you not Is it the way I bless a track, no Jill Scott I bust shot, like NBA Jam, from way down town You lame as fuck and a bitter hater like Kwame Brown You can’t overstate my genius I'm sharp like coral Emcees arrive with style contrived like Jim Bakker's morals