This is the equivalent of me losing my mind has it been confiscated or have I been robbed blind I'm king of the schmucks on the Wrong side of luck with my Unlucky rear end tearing at the thoughts of solitude Probably gotta take up some work since the Days of my birth I had Never wanted a boring life. No desk jobs for me I said Many expectations are Laid in my head to be Broken. Life never really proceeds in the way you wrote it only God Decides! So apparently his eyes see My Misfortune and what does he do? What does he do? He Gives me more of it so I can learn from it I guess.... The interworkings of my head are Not that of a human I'm a creature a wretch an e Motional wreck You don't know my genus find me in the Pokèdex Writing beef rhymes was never really my schtick Cuz the very core of my being constitutes a diss What are we but birds and bees so high on weed and Coke and speed And honey flower and seed And life (LIFE!) life its own elixir Hey, mister! I spent childhood under a light fixture Monitored part of the Many who gotta be sheltered before they get the true picture. This world ain't for you. You're too soft for it Well maybe if you allowed me Aloud I'd scream the compelling truth for the masses With the compelling force of whirlwinds Storm in you sheltered whelp Gathering knowledge and wealth Take that and put it in your salary Having me sheltered no more An adult in kids clothing Foreboding? What for? Adventure is my life! Mine! not yours! So why would you wanna be me When I'm learning to be myself My identity delicately balancing on the side of me from the Side of me that lives here And the birthplace near the gutter My fam sees me as one, my peers wanted the other The edge of the cutter guides my cloth Transcend races Transcend bias Transcend faces That the power that the most high gave him But in exchange he took his frame And Gave it irregularities Varying shapes and sizes house you names But my natural state is chaos Screw homeostasis Screw homeostasis Screw homeostasis Screw homeostasis Screw homeostasis, nigga Screw homeostasis "Hey, is Kydd gonna be ok over there?" "Uh, don't worry. He does this every morning" "Ok..."

Ya boy got these bars of truth And Im'ma give em to you Yeah I give em to you, and you (x2) Don't even blame me It's just how my mama raised me She bred me to be a spectacle Since ya boy was a baby Was born by the lake shore They carried me to the burbs you could wish upon a star But your pleas will never erase me I'm a crazy individual been makin beats as of lately wanna take me in rap-- but you oughta stick to gaming I'm not sorry, I'm parcheesi I'm Boardwalking I'm Park Placing All the way over to your lady serve tea for her and her baby They both come back for seconds so you gonna have to wait, g I put the asterisk underscore on top of my face So you better call Saul Cause I'm gonna catch a case And I'm never gonna stop till I become a star like Macy's I'm doin donuts in the Chevy playing Dilla Not stone cold homie is a red hot killa Turning rappers to coats like chinchillas Young rappin rabbit ravaging the reptilians rhymes The young wizard ahead of his time But never behind when he's on the grind. Ya boy got these bars of truth And Im'ma give em to you Yeah I give em to you, and you (x2) Skilled in the field of hippie hop While every competitor lookin Sloppier than tortoise top Call that a turtle neck. Colder than a Hägen Dogzs Swag in my dialect they thought that Kydd had slipped a cog Better watch out what you say when I flow I'm an epileptic on the cane when I go Put a couple of fingers in your body And I pull out your soul. Eat it for dinner. I don't see your gold medal So why you say you a winner? And why obtain a medal, when you could have a diploma? Why have a pair of yeezys when you ain't a homeowner? Why run across the street when you could walk across a stage? See I could've been a g but I put that g into Mage Then I took it out and put it into King Candy crushing rappers So you gonna feel the sting

Shhhhh. I'm hunting wabbits And picking avocados to To go with my rapper salad They always wanna talk crap and I won't have it Their breath smells like they been tossin a rapper's salad Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm That's disgusting Is that what rappers mean when they talkin bout bussin Cuz you can flash guns all day and say that you stuntin Until somebody realer comes and flips back your muffin I prefer the field knife tucked in Dual wielded reverse grip with the blades touching Two more swipes and I disappear into nothing Pop em in the oven and we got an early luncheon Graduate class or drop out and get merc'd Become a name on a shirt Or become a name on a shirt That's what my mama told me Work on your self worth Cuz those who ain't elevated put themselves in the dirt And then you got those who wanna snake a man's work Rip upon on the man who has his serpents in the earth Some people hungry enough to see their brother hurt You snitches are always full they fed a mic through your shirt Those who are empty Are empty off of envy The tangibility of material things could end me Bipartisan artist on the side where zen be At least I know the kind of rapper that I can be. When everybody be tryin to gimme a label I'm gon be doin me Cuz you ain't foolin me And When I be gettin the women and puttin a million onto my table It won't be news to me Nor will the jewelry When I be getting the love and the credibility And all of the paper When everybody who doubted me callin me up and they wantin a favor I keep it movin g Ain't nothing new to me What could your bright and smiling faces even do for me? You can compromise for the shackles Or do you and get the throne You can keep your business in your cubicle Or be about mine and forsake your own You can chase the winds in the next town But don't mess around and forget your home Stop bein who you were when you came in And come out with nobody on your own We hate to see one another shining Even when we tryna stick it to a white man Quick to take down our own kin and pedigree Even Malcolm X got hit because of the jealousy The white man didn't do that Pointing guns at the backs of our brothers Has now become our legacy The will of the backslash could always be the death of me So I handle mine and be sure to handle it carefully Word to the free bird Word to the caged man I run word games. I call it hang man vowels for sale like I'm swimming through the consonants Dropping anchor in u And voyaging all of the main lands If words are drugs. Literature's in my brain scan think I got dependency Lyrics made me a changed man And the road to sobriety's never paved When Wanted boys can't tran- -sition into made men Just know that we tried To be the ones that made it Tried to have the suit and tie Tried to have the eight kids But it wasn't made for me It wasn't my place man So I don't wanna see no shade like ray bans Spray tans. See I'm an artist like Spray cans Black books Mop markers Note books Grey pens; If you were planning to date me you should probly switch plans 'less you like Threesomes with Spider-Man's girlfriend And hip hop filming it all and gettin off taking notes on how her husband lasts ten rounds no prob ...This one is for the kids who have No job Cause all they knew in high school was free throws and rap bars If you don't walk the walk, The walk will try and run you Then grab his buddies death and afterlife To try and jump you Take the chain off your neck And fork over the suede kicks They wont even care Even if grandmama gave you it You see you can try and say your slick Try and say the past didn't construct the maze you in ... But you gotta walk the labyrinth in the end Apparently rapping about it labeled us crazy kids

Hai Hai, little men Guten tag to my fellow Losers, lucid dreamers and spineless chickens I'm hittin that. Ni-hao young kung pao harder than ninja gaiden My bars took the quarters out'cha pocket again Well this mixtape supposed to be free Enlisted the stylings of CB and he ain't come cheap Homie my mind's like three DVDs playing on repeat None of these VHS niggas wanna tangle with me Bringing the racket with the bat like I'm playing with a-rod Rackin the damage Of planet disasters gimme that quasar Does this spaceship come with a built in radar Who knows my friend? It may be the case and it may not Lookit, My head forever in space That's where my wheels is Spinal cord dangling below That's a thread straight to the heavens However you still couldn't tangibly feel Kydd Heels in the grave cuz that's where all of my meals is My country perpetually waking up from a bad dream Pastors and blasphemous heretics forming the mad schemes Even-headed people at odds over all of these things bet, to an alien race Mankind is a dank meme Gettin blasted over gucci belts and plain shirts Niggas my age are like two condoms. They don't work. All that wasted potential does nothing but make my head hurt High off of noise pollution Searching for my self worth That's why I dress my uneventful existence inside the folds of an exciting verse I just wanna sit down and sip my earl grey (x3) Err-day People get mad at Saturn Cuz he ain't got all the answers Supposedly his raps Ain't come with instruction pamphlets Why is he passing opinions on us? He ain't never had no struggle so he probably sucks In all my years of solitary confinement Social exile ridicule, heartbreak and holy trials I only managed to bandage it all by takin up rhyming So if you wanted a soap opera I'm sure that's enough You wanted to bet on skills and I'm calling your bluff I can succeed with no luck cuz luck always tryna be tough I just wanna sit down and sip my earl grey (x3) Err-day

Harder then botswanan climates Put in the streets of Markham Arkham done found express routes to Gotham Courtesy of the modest Trenchcoated shaman Wait... This is a Doom beat, correct? My deepest apologies, we can do way better than this I'm going to show you how a gentleman handles a Doom beat Run that back right now, run it back. Coming home from a show with the crew; from the 312 we went to the Wicker Park. Decked in the red and yellow a couple of Tony Starks; We hit the expressway two hours after dark. I wanted a bite to eat and we started to reminiscin; In the middle of BK people listening as I'm. Sittin in the Gold F1 in a drive thru; and I get a medium Joe and a number two in a (super). Ya boyfriend's a big dumb palooka; He never bought you anything face it he ain't (super). He plays games wit'chu like Sly Cooper; He calls you all kinds of names but I think you're (super). The kinda beauty be havin me in a stupor; You could ditch his tomfoolery everything'll be (super). ... She worked as an after school tutor; The teacher in geometry recommended I use her. 17 years old with a gold ring Gold chain daddy gave him; It Cost him four g's. Such a spoiled thing captain of a sport team; Prom king Refers to himself in the royal we. Had a girlfriend he treated like a trollop; Not as popular as him but the looks packed a wallop. She was really cute and I barely knew her; Had twintails glasses and a booty size (super). He was known for sneaking off and cheating; Leaving honey crying every morning noon and evening. She saw his phone and she drew back weeping; 15 snapchats, cheerleaders and side pieces. I peeped her weeping at the cafe; Land sakes seemed she was goin through a bad day. So I grabbed a couple of bucks and gave her a latte; Grande snuck her out of class through the back way. I told her missy I think you deserve better; I had the black trenchcoat over the pink sweater. I wasn't the coolest in the school but whatever; She said she wasn't feeling me cuz I didn't have the cheddar. Then her man came outside and found us; Call the whole b ball team and they come surround us. ... Final battle. Goku vs Cooler; J Saturn gather his ki and he go (super). Big booty Judy she knew me to be a loser but; Truthfully on the eulogy bet it's gonna read (Super). She only wanted the youngun cuz he a hooper; But if she bringin it to me Im'ma show her something (super). No sexual innuendo but I don't wanna; see her getting played like a Nintendo (super). On the clean white blouse is eight buttons; Push a couple of em blow the cartridge and plug it. The Young homie had to slide me the duckets; After I stuck his crew with the forces of five muskets. Raising the magic staff and lower his whole budget; Took his white Nikes like an old fashioned mugging. Another hater be gettin emasculated; And they put his rear end on the front of the school paper. She was grateful, even let me smooch her; Invited me to a party and Of course I said (super). ... It's on a Saturday afternoon; And a couple of her associates pull me into the room. Every one of them lookin bad I'd delight in stickin it to em; But I focus on the cutie with the glutey lookin studious. Sue me anticipatin her Givin me the medulla; Oblongata hotter than Abba-dullah (Abdullah) opposite Autumn. Im'ma make sure they write about us in the Sutra; Lil Kydd a fool but his freak game (Super). I bring the heat like a three piece Hooters; Brotha gon smash And the smashin is straight (super). Grab the yuri fans a couple of futas Stream the whole thing and put it on the computer Chop her noises up and throw em on the looper Make a beat out of it Proba'ly call it (super) I arrive in my high top supras 1pm Halsted In a 3rd of the Juner

[JAMES GOLD] Various perilous premonitions That they pitch Quick to say they dug ironically many ditch Had my 20 orbits round the sun Now I Flow god Ra Kim Possible what's the sitch Imma make tidal waves like p Jigga or Tsunamis do If the color stay live I carry the team like Jim Carrey do Bury the fiends under the laughs I get paid to do Some heated that i rap I'm like I'm cooler than the Fonz Y'all just jumped the shark at the wrong time see the concept of your scheme was definitely ponzi Tryin set up vaycays with that payday Now they gotta vacate and go pay they fines They quick to protest like they Farrakhan sequence is that they quick to take a day off like they farris That's truancy at it's finest Quick to swing like Adonis Creed ease things with ebonics Motivation from low decibel induced sonics Call me the Rare Earth Mineral Pastor Or 24 Karat disaster Who climbed up nasa just to drop stacks towards nasdaq Seems Twitter fingers do be real and they don't like that Now they posts up like a mediocre Okafor Of course they'd rather score Sources say we rather sheild costs than to live for swords Like link Tri force and a nigga gotta sink in a reality that never had him think Bout casualties or responsibilities Maybe only rupees and dungeons over aged. Add a princess to the mix to keep a nigga sane Then repeat the same game again and again and again [CHAI TULANI] Book raps Quick naps I took that Look back Two slaps to the gluteus Get up off yo ass, son! New York awaits you. Head above in cloud nine Cloud vibes Cloud high Chillin in the valley though. Water taste like molly though. Something's kinda funny here. Dopest in the universe Why they don't recognize? Lookin at 'cho sexy sides Lookin just to patronize Lookin just to vaporize Somethin, just the way your eyes Movin in Too short Smokin on Newports New sport Blue Ford, I own it. New dreams I'm on it Never gon' blow it They hatin just to show it, Be careful not to gold dig. Too late, she got it And half of your stock shit Should've been more careful Now she got your pencil Keep on grindin though Nothin 'gainst your mental Take it downtown and back like a rental Take it down, down, down, something gentle Take it down, down, down, keep it simple Take it downtown and back like a rental Take it down, down, down, something gentle Take it down, down, down, keep it simple Now Kydd's bout to get up on utensils Take it down, down, down, keep it simple Now Kydd's bout to get up on utensils [LIL KYDD] Aye hol' up, hol' up I got a... White jacket. Brown pants. Pink J's I call it a Neapolitan Went to her condominium with a bag of the first six letters Ready to change her afternoon for the better. Contenders in deep doo-doo I'm lookin at the cat and his rappin is mad fru-fru Reach into the messenger's knapsack Killin the cat with the knives of a jack and that's a death by snu-snu Knockin the boots and the ankles loose of the beats in the booth With many a moniker one of which is the truth I put Hands upon the rhythm the Saturn is a masseuse ... Them 312 boys are lacking a sense of couth Many men have reached the peak of their potential Others tryna become the masters of the essentials All the same, Me, James Gold and Chai Tulani tryna share The box of chocolate my existence resembles The youngun is cool beans. Frozen lentils Leaving rappers red like a Netflix rental Or a republican general with a wife on the menstrual Pardon the bad analogy but I had to capitalize Why try and censor the beings of all of our essences Life is too short to meet the maker with regrets in it I'm trying to open your eyes Don't be surprised when the third impact hits and turns everyone into gelatin

Man, you're messing with the one man care bear stare Hitting air flares in the lyrical sense A miracle gent When you listen to the written it leaves your homies in stitches while you're pitching a tent Like an STD or a tenured teacher It's hard to get rid of me you're better off on the bleachers Mess with the bars or the beats And lose your niece's virginity indirectly. Lil Kydd the nobleman Im'ma make you respect me I'm calm cool and always collected don't try and sweat me Like Bob Ross, ice cubes, Yugioh cards and fresh weed you wish to advance upon my person, come correctly Or bust all on your dockers like some accidental edging. I'm trying to dial down the sketchy Why you lookin at my rear end Who are you, Becky? The subtlety of the conversation has left, g. ... My raps are bottom, middle and top heavy It's no secret that your whole crew is softer than breast meat I killed your ass with the same ass that I rode in on. Clearly nothing has changed Ya boy more fed than a Garen in top lane I record my verses on turtle beaches and still kill you. The violent guy who resides in a chill milieu; After the fact if you thought your wifey would still feel you She been soaking for me And she startin to build mildew Ew. Pardon the imagery This came from the nigga who be resurrecting chivalry? ... Well I had to get nasty for certain listeners Who couldn't get the syllogisms I've hidden within the rhythm Bring any one of your crew and they gettin slept Get the duel disc and magic wand in case you gettin reckless You'll get the picture quick like wrong recipient sexting Quick deliver the two hands Your boy is ambidextrous Flexin special effects Get you gassed up like an Exxon Wrestling with the best of the many rejected X men .... I made one too many passes at mystique Before Wonder Woman gave me that serious std But that's in the past. Three days to be exact I got a shot and cleared it right up So back to the rap The young African American with rinnegan Chomping through the com-pe-ti-ti-on like a Cinnabon Nuttier than pecans How ironic that the other-worldly phonics Will sooner or later be featured upon the box of idiots And kids will wonder "Gee How'd this Saturn guy get so gosh darn mysterious?" Fear not All can be deciphered through the magic of literacy By that definition I am a wizard literally I'll send you to the next lifetime Like Badu Like an artist still wearing the crown like Basq do I'm an advocate of self education And an advocate of self medication What's the difference? You're the one who risked A couple seconds of your life for the trivial ramblings of a hipster And As a hipster my job was make ironically crappy music Yet ironically enough I messed around and I failed at my occupation So just who will I piss off when I finally make it?

Nice baseball cards. Run 'em; Towering over all of the crowd like a Kydd gundam. Fundamentally mental you sure he ain't lost his muffin; Making beats like these? Whatever. Throw him in the dungeon. They had claimed your boy was straight punkin; Just cause of the skinny jeans with the shade of a ripe pumpkin. But he still managed to cut through the bs and put the funk in; The rap game inflicting back strains on any girl within a fifty mile radium. That's gentlemanly lovin; If that weren't so then it'd surely be a hundred. I'd put her under the covers and I'd play the tushy trumpet; Have her limpin out with pinkeye and asthma. Stay tucked in or get out of bed and face the boogie-oogie rapper cuttin; Rug a rugged piece of alliteration makin a ruckus. Got layers to my lyrics the kiddie a double crust; I own any rapper like Walter Dizzy owned the muppets. ... Holy mackerel; The plucky youngun cooking up a something mighty masterful. But then his peers told him that his dreaming wasn't practical; And he couldn't promote himself. He didn't have the capital. (The bad apple put in advanced classes; Maybe that'll teach not him to take up rapping. That's putting the kittens among the pigeons; Putting the pious preacher right next to the politicians.) (x2) Wanna step on the mat with a cool cat? With a fool rap With a bull cap. What a load a bull crap I'm a Yankees fan with a red sock; And a paradox. (watch) two step on the beat with a toe tap; You ain't ridin boy you need a roadmap Wanna come round here with the mess get L to the chest Get curved like a pullback (Back) I'm a rapper wit a bit a jazz in my blood Who'd a thunk that? Got her open offa the one rap. Steadily staying on top of the ball like a Dunlap Or Dunlop Drop bars on a beat Like a ball on a tennis match; Lookin at a game and Im'ma run that. GG no re, no run back; Im'ma cheetah with a track and a one lap. And a gun clap (boom) Take off! Around your clique I run a marathon; Me, cup of tea, and my squad of evil Pokemon. Go harder than a team of six metapods; Metaphors morphing like a skinny wizard Megatron. Better off not to mess with Saturn in his natural state; You don't want smoke. Get the steam and evaporate. Condensation staying on my brow until a rapper breaks Rap a work of art and get Gainax to animate Evangelion Ghost in the Shell and Hellsing in the Front left of my monitors Bottom right is the fighters of street And the Tekken reckon if you wanna get to testin I gotta call you out. AOL Ameritechin' em Call in a Mary Poppins We goin to make a mess of em. Funny how you can put an object of roast in; a lyric or line Make it gender neutral, ambiguous; Go in on it and make a fire track in 3 minutes of time. Then make an AMV of it and put it online (The bad apple put in advanced classes; Maybe that'll teach not him to take up rapping. That's putting the kittens among the pigeons; Putting the pious preacher right next to the politicians.) (x2)

Smokin on a sticky; Sittin in a party trenchcoat lookin spiffy. On a couch peep a pretty little missy; With three of her friends. I started waving my hand. Girl came over hither and I passed her the spliffy; Height 5'2" weigh about 160 Askin about my age and ambition. I said listen, I'm Lil Kydd, rapper and musician; I wanna get you poppin like a hot pot of jiffy. She whispered in my ear said mmm Kydd you're icky; I had to be forward with her And my intentions. Led us into the basement Hastily wastin no time. Looked inside of her purse saw needles and turkey baster; She didn't see me notice she was focused on the busy busy. Under her turtleneck was four or five hickies; Seemed sketchy but I'm still gonna hit, g. To my surprise, she brought the fire; She had the vice grip on me like her name was pliers. This girl was the flyest But after I parted her thighs; Three months later Came out with the West Nile virus. I thought that I was trippin; I got super strength, telepathy, heat vision. And the Midas touch. Went to slap five with two of my best buds; And halfway through the handshake I accidentally killed em. I'll call upon Shenron and revive em later; I gathered up 50 bucks. That's a lot of paper. Went to the local clinic and talked to doc the next day; (Distorted Voice) Get to the point, Kydd what did she say? She said "you done it now b" You boinked a superhero chick and got a super std. I must've had a bunch of unprotected sex; Drat! I'm so silly I knew something was fishy when. The one girl gave me the telekinetic neck; The powers supposed to last for a couple more days. The youngun had an unprotected quickie with Wonder Woman They didn't call her amazon legs for nothing Take this antiseptic in the mean time and you'll be golden; There you go, kids. Do what the doctor told him. Unless you want your parents to give you a proper scolding; Don't get temporary superpowers, use a Trojan.

If you bitin then get burned That's six rappers turned to ashes in six urns And sick rap verbs and masses of spat word All these kids are my seeds, I pop em like open sesame Gettin em off my street, young homie. I'm Big Bird. It's kiddie Saturn, the master of his burb. Crippling silence in the air of the cul-de-sac makes me snap. Remember when I dropped Suburban Wrath? My feelings from that could be condensed into six words like: Step into Flosmoor, receive that work or: Don't bring your bars near 183rd You gotta wait tables or your gonna get served. Good things didn't come to those who didn't learn If you collectin tips and you didn't strike it rich, and you call life a bitch, it's because you got curved. But I'm never blaming the machine. We always tend to do it when we give up on our dreams. And blame the one better off and the ones who achieve, Just because the circumstances are different than they seem. But at the end of our days of our idle talk And jest with all our coworkers and our respective jobs we're all part of the same cloth Tryna turn from shepherd to sheep We've all sat and we ate at the same trough While eating the same minute rice and the same ramen. We got our own troubles, we fix em with hot pockets I pop mine in the microwave and serve it to the audience That's beef, cheese and spinach with a hefty side of prolix but if you bite quick, the heat is sure to pack a wallop. To fail is its own conquer That's the motto that I bestow on my own roster the Lost starts with an L but we never truly lost 'Cause the L feels heavy And it's meant to make you stronger. So Im'ma take defeat in my own hands And carry it with me throughout the fire, flood and finance, You don't have to have a PhD to understand me, all you gotta do is remember where I stand. The young boy serving punchlines for lunchtime So many others are in it solely for the one time I ain't gonna judge how you spend your 365 but while you sit and watch your Empire, I'll be building mine. And that's the message if you bitin (x8)

When the lyrics hit you, lay down and stay dropped; Put you in the back of my vehicle bumpin j pop. With seven other women and a full order of sonic; Skeeerrrrrrt! Don't even trip, homes. It's all platonic But I'm phonetically sexual. lech of the written word kind; It's actually a problem And it's poisoning my mind. But if you were to deal with the day to day; Methodical drop into an endless rhythm then you too would follow in kind. Just to break the cycle. I'm not a gangsta but the rhymes are harder; Than brothers overdosing on NyQuil. Remain scared; Because I'm closer to a state of emergency than Ukraine scares Hitting levels of insane air. Rappin against my crew ain't fair; So you're better off bitin me like a hangnail. Hang ten on the beat rhymes belong in asylums; Violent kinda kid higher than Hazel crest pies. Dressing in all violet Flip the dude like parkour spittin classics; My tongue and mouthpiece are reeking of burning acid; You can try me easily and fail harder then Steve 'Harv at a beauty pageant. My style is aggressive served with a sprinkle of passive; Calculating the competition on a seventh grader math kick. Mathematically how many different ways can I bake a g; Lattice math turning all of you squares into matrices. But I could feel a bit irregular lately; Chop em all into a triangle and call it a scalene. Let's play a game of who in 312 is most crazy. Know your place; When J Saturn on the board Or the mic or the table better pass the aux cord. Know your place; Turn a school or a bar or a house to a party when I reach the front door; Know your place; When J Saturn on the board Or the mic or the table better pass the aux cord. Know your place; Turn a school or a bar or a house to a party when I reach the front door; Know your place; When the wizard goes ballistic, duck; I'm cold, you'd better stay out of my ice cream truck. Beat you up in a game of lyrical bid whist; Cut you off at the stomach like midriffs. On my synthesizer hitting sick riffs With James Gold; On his saxophone alto gon' and hit the sick licks. Are these rappers or pansies? I turn the same pansies into rodents then I put'cha next to Sandy. Tryna show cheek instead of spittin with passion; I'll hit em with the one two Kung Fu grip action. Pass it over to Four Limbs beat game is savage; Then kick back with MLP Friendship is Magic. No apologies, no regrets. But if you try to touch the; Coat you'll get scissor blade. Off wit'cha head. Remaining all the doper You can come at me fresh or stale; Faded, sober, clean straight or doped up. It still remains a win for the magic wand holder; You wind up with a shiner and a dislocated shoulder. The old soul done got a little older; You claim to be a monster like Dracula. But why ask for the Dracula when you could; Have a rapping Bram Stoker? The flag reads bang. The card reads Joker; So get off of my court if you tryna save face. When rappers are made of pink frilly lace;

I bet'cha derrière Mad shook; Crossing all the haters in the pages of my black book. We possess the minds of the killers and the mad crooks; If you tryna cross us then you gonna (Get yo ass whooped). Lil Kydd Givin hipster rappers a bad look; In an empty lot smoking pot like a bad cook. Go ahead and crinkle up your noses Get a tissue; I'll be waiting till the sunrise Chilling with the MacBook. Saturn got the apps and they apt to Get'cha stacks took; Kamehameha judo flip into a jab hook. I'm a thorn in a collective of your sides; With my independent mind And my independent strides. As I'm walking through the cornfields Scanning with my eyes; Covered in animal blood and plenty of lion hide I'm a devil in da skies (disguise) The sun is on my shoulders While Atlas wasted all of his time carrying boulders Jaywalking shade talking miscreant I'm the X factor master aster Risk dapper rapper Mix hard liquor and pop Advil Tablets and potassium Cyanide violet casket in the ground The fate of hatin masses Fifth Hokage level flows While you stuck in the academy Put the flex to the beat like tae-bo No 15 keep it hundred. No Geico Kiddie killin from beginning to the outro Catch this nigga shinin But this nigga isn't Falco Lookin unfamiliar I don't recognize your style You ain't one of my constituents And you don't know my pals So we take all of your bass And we turn it into an alto Sour notes All of em are Chrisses to a Malvo Whether it's one over another or equivalent number It's corny rappers for supper I put'cha under I'm linkin both of your cuffs up ...Suiting you in the casket facing your butts up I'm approaching the music industry with a bottle of yellow tail And some condoms I'm Rhyming her into missionary position Fixing to make a come up In some slippers and a buttn'up (button up) I'm treating rappers like my sons I show them tough love You gotta have the virtue and the mad guts To don the trench coat, skinny jeans and the black gloves If the gloves don't fit you must acquit Step away from the mic, it's a pro tip My heritage is like an airport How can I not trip? Me and my ancestors got gypped I asked for my twenty acres My people only got the one No mule but a plow, a pen and a empty gun So I'm still breaking my back till I get my beach house, black cat Sexy wife, nine daughters and one son Sitting in the front lawn with a man bun Some ski goggles, some Kung Pao chicken and pink ones newfound knowledge on the flipping of my thumbs How to slay a foe with kick drums covered on page one Watching Dora and Boots Try to outsmart a crip fox And make it cross town to give abuelita her fifth scotch This is your brain on the stylings of Saturn hip hop Everybody got it backwards like I'm Kriss Kross I form a fat suit off the flesh of Rick Ross Decked in all red like Christopher Kringle and Miss Clause

I'm a paradoxical box of volatile molecules; Dripping knowledge out of every last hair follicle. Forewarned upon by Jesus, God, and all his apostles; With lyrics to make iTunes rethink their business model. Compositionally dropping all of you on a mission. Whether Platinum Corps or Stoop Dominion Respect the lyricism or exit the partition And take 'Yonce with you I eat truth and drop wisdom (Kydd hit 'em) I'm the type to set a bar and push past it. Turning a pack of rappers to misses in beauty pageants. Writing raps so good that they're pornographic; Put it on the Redtube, Pornhub, and the Brazzers. Get to stepping like treadmills and stairmasters Nikes all dusty, hairline jagged Spitting on a track, it isn't even mastered. I'll still kill you with it. The casket and suit is matching. It's Lil Kydd, the indie rapper. The J Saturn. The unmatchable grey matter The Pokemon master. Training Cardcaptor. The head-nodder, rear end shaker and timb tapper. Y'all swim good? Youngun, I swim dapper. Put a few sharks in the water, watch em swim faster. You wanna test after I dropped the Pucker Factor? Keep carrying on among the line, you gonna turn Casper. Goin' ghost. Like Danny with the black shirt. Leave your breds scuffled up and ya back hurt. With a pen, a book and a magic wand, See snakes slithering back to the bases of Otacon. Wanna drop more rhymes? I pack more bite, than cinnamon and nutmeg at the same time. That's fresh out the oven though. Home-cooked lovin flows Paula Deen ain't put me in the suit and tie for nothin' yo. Forget your top five, your wifey and your mistress. See me split a rapper into Rice Krispy triplets. I snap, crackle and pop em into submission, Then grab my 3ds after I've concluded the mission. I make you a Departure while I'm bumping Impressions. These Luv(sic) dudes are too blinded by the sex, so they smell my funk, like septi and rectums. My IQ brighter than your Dolzeal's complexion. Trap rhythm courtesy of Lovins. That's jasmine in the cup, and an English muffin. Sittin in the Summer sun bumpin' Dave Ruffin. You know we tres unos dos dont'chu say nothin' And so I Hit em with a little bit of knowledge And I got em And every one of their ninety-nine problems. Balling on a dog like Rodman Or Mike Vick? Mike Tyson? Strike violent. No chill If the pit don't get you, the pendulum will So why bother? You went toe-to-toe with the wrong author. These dudes are regular. Mordecai and Rigby. Jack me all you want, and you still couldn't lift me I get straight to the issue, man I'm never iffy. Complex lyrics just to level a whole city. Lil Kydd.

[LIL KYDD] Mighty brave of you showing your tail Welcome to your first night in hipster hell Do you fancy a baseball bat full of nails? Bam-boom crack ker-splat top crackers, ol' boy. Kydd's where it's at Another idiot suffered a head contusion At the hands of the Kydd you be cruising for a bruisin [JAMES GOLD] And amid the confusion we Capitalize on all they foolery Usually I Take the time to clock 88 in a minute but in the past I took a second just to remember that the world is hours Away from breaking physics When it comes to my position Irrelevant niggas still stay in the frames like Scott Disik [LIL KYDD] We're the sickest If you cross us you get the friction; Rub you the wrong way with the wickedness of my diction. How could the high and mighty captain of the wrestling team; Get suplexed by the nigga in the spelling bee. Put the beat in a half Nelson; The other hand cutting his arms and legs for a pelt skin. Rip out your intestines and use em for double dutch; Snatch his girl weave, and weave it into a button up. Listen to my audio while I'm doing some cardio; Watch me though rock my new ensemble like an upper crust. Turn you to a puff like blossom, bubbles and buttercup; [JAMES GOLD] Soundin like jaws this track is too vicious Dis right here why i resist flickin wrists is the risk worth it What's a gram to the insta Only difference is when ya get caught up it's only insta gation No residue or revenue is brought up I'm underground like bedrock So when the beat knocks all these flows i adopt Go bam. bam just know i keep it subtle like Barney Rubble but the trouble is that they don't run witcha But they quick to hop up in the whip whitcha What they want a chain and an overseer too? With this crabs in a barrel mentality probably gonna be casualties anyway And you? [LIL KYDD] Nothin, crew Destroying you little preteens' careers like a Disney sitcom; You need to getcha bars up or get gone. Kicks in the joint and the snare on point; Got a flow so dumb that the mental can play tricks on. Kings men the Knights and horse gone Me and the Gold got the katana swords drawn; Putting y'all in some trouble. Just like when your mom. went home entered your room and saw you left the porn on; I play my monster card in attack stance. Summon Level 5 Larry with the high top and ninja pants; [JAMES GOLD] And apparently they tried raigeki It don't effect me. To be honest this a game of chess i threw chex in the mix Since The hunger do be real But the thirst even realer So survival just instills the fear that they already feeling No penicillin to illness medieval villians to pillage Villages when knights seem limitless in their pursuit of killing us Like its all a business [LIL KYDD] Hit the dust Silliest lyricist Always wanna piece of us Better hold young kid with a roach clip Screw with Rafiki and get dangled off a cliff I'm to and from the gates of Heaven in one trip When I fly offa the handle of my handy pen grip Pinky out with the English brecky in two sips Watch you fizzle in the summer sunlight while your friends dip Whether I make beats or lyrics there's no clips Detention is back in session now gimme your pink slip. You should've thought before you mouthed off to the Kydd and James clique You should've hopped off now you're getting the tip drip And now for the next installment of two men and one spliff [JAMES GOLD] Ay yo Ay yo Yell out who you wit There's those who got the flows And those who stay stagnant Godzilla in tokyo breathing fire like a dragon That and I might as well just be ... William Nye teaching these tyrants applied sciences Fuck a wig I'll have yo atom split Just to bomb hydrogen Ions They scream SOS when they hear the sound Fx Better yet im F. O. X. Wit tha fiya fiya [LIL KYDD] Fiya! The young writer turnin new rappers to bygones Can you see the world through the other end of my Nikon? Riding to the crew with the wipers and the brights on While pedestrian men and women gettin their bike on. Get out the road or get flattened masterfully By the almighty wizard of the 312 rap scheme Apt at talking poetically not practically My rhymes are ballzy I got large testiculars Gargantuan tanuki Feather in left hand Your man'll get to the point quick like I'm perpendicular I'll grab a spot of tea and hop in my vehicular Travel across three hoods with the baked goods Here to beg your girlfriend to stop sending me pics of her I'm tryna be polite Don't look at the Kydd he just tryna be nice

God help you if Your rapping is wack; I'm exterminating lyricists at a rapper a stack. You can follow me and my crew or you can follow the pack; Rappers are like junk food and I'm in need of snack. I'm the size of a Bimmer with the force of a Mack; Stay on the grind, no sleep, know we on the attack. While you spending half of your savings steady chasin' the cat; You contracting the clap while we put our raps on the map. In due time. It's all according to the hustle; Remember when you said that I wasn't part of your bubble? I put together a mass of assassins and used your foot soldiers; For target practice. So you know that you in some trouble. The streets need me like weebs need subtitles; Ridin' to your waifu in my new unicycle. We gather up dragonballs and some righteous disciples; ...Gather em at a mountaintop for Tupac's revival. Delightful kiddie get it poppin' like a rifle; Record her passionate moans and press it into a vinyl. Wild like Thornberrys word to Eliza and Nigel; Nobody messin' with you like Apple Music or Tidal. I put it on the book of Micah I've been a situation; before MTV decided to call Mike up. See, you make bars solely for the cake. I make; Bars that make boys go home to their ghostwriters. The Lost Boys got the juice like Tropicana; I sleigh. You're better off riding in front with Prancer. Grind harder than a squad of competitive pole dancers; And y'all are just the pole. It's squad up or fold. Make your choice. Or face the left hand of a necromancer; With both of these hands UPS couldn't box me. Matter fact I met a girl at UPS; Hi, Holly She asked me Saturn what are your hobbies? sex, weed and art Sex, weed and art; The flow is so greasy you know it's bad for your heart. I treat your crew like a wooden fence and I picket apart Screw a bullet I hit you with a poisonous dart. Reporting with three of the chicks from sex and the city; Take the vixens to the geek bar We gettin all of em tipsy. Then hand me the one of them that looks about fifty; I'll play her in smash bros and I'll whoop her something nifty. I master ye with savagery; Use the pen, pick apart all of man's fallacies. Here you remain, sweeter than Daiquiris; I'm on my Mel Gibson, Danny Glover Lethal Weapon 3. Sagittarian derelict scaring disparaging; Lyricists verily use my tongue as a knife as I'm splitting. hairs with him leave him wide-eyed like anime characters; God bless the United Suburbs of America.

I'm just the nigga that kicked Shinji into shape; And stuffed him back in the robot To fight a horde of gorgons. Deep in the forest with a scantily clad warlock; If they both come back alive I promised them both virgins. With flowing blonde hair and perfectly working organs; Another day in the figurative hustle Scuffle with the squad captain become a war prisoner. Turn baby daddies to cucks and babies to orphans; Sorry for the primitive rage found at the tip of my index. At the end of the page I depict the bitterness of the ignorant; For only the ones who are truly trapped don't see that they're nonliterate. Khan killer and calm gentleman heating up like the flu's in him Many approach me "I challenge you!" Xiaolin Showdown for the Shen Gong Wu Cooking up a Bruce Lee loose leaf Wing Chun Stew ... With Bic pens for chopsticks Where's that fire dear boy? Is it in my pocket? Is it in my hand? Is it tucked in my wallet? No Kiddie absconded with the flame And then he dropped it My rhymes are phat Like when Wes Snipes ate one too many HoHos Got casted to DragonBall Z and became Popo Flow got a bounce don't it? Now get off my pogo Saturn is the living antithesis to the yolo ... The little wizard be chillin colder than froyo Riding through the rhythm in a minty green rowboat While gathering magic spells. That's hella mojo Doe don't come to me with your lifeboat Im'ma poke hole right in your dirty polos you tryna bite the 312 then that's a no-no We goin for the green... mojo jojo. Tryna play charades with King Kong? You'll be the first one to get slept on the beat with no qualms Around my way G.O.A.T. s get sacrificed Why spend your whole life trying to act trife? It's the one man's detrimental vice When he's out in the streets busting guns in the dead of night And the lady back at home turned to a device I just wrote a new ending to Chiraq It makes more sense than Spike Lee making light of the deaths of young children To get a piece of my cash No way, wascally wabbit Shameful and crass They tryna make us into spectacle And put us in bag Put hammers in the hands of our men orange and black And sexualize e-ve-ry facet of all our lasses Alas. I try to represent the fax The Xerox was broken And I misplaced my pad But why shoot the messenger? Report to the brass! Instead of gettin your mule Your only concern is ass Ass and grass Grass and ass For the ass eats the grass The man eats the ass But man takes the grass The government takes the ass And your ass becomes grass And all I can do is laugh Cause while you pursue Your ass and your grass I work to attain a purebred Horse of a greater mass And perhaps a woman Some occasional grass To complete the Afro American Dream which I craft

I'm hungry. Like anorexics with the munchies I smoked a nickel bag And the rappers lookin' like lunch meat Leapt off of the deep end and forgot to pack a bungee Wasted on the pavement... That's what I get for stunting How ironic How tragic They said the young boy died Trying to please the masses He was offered the comfy Embrace of a leather jacket With fancy red lettering And white interior padding How sad is it when your own kin find you inadequate? Don't it just make you wanna up and quit? X2 Music's one elaborate game of monkey see and monkey do In place to entertain the many and not built to quell the few One minute you're an acrobat The next you're on the staging crew But if you choose to flip on me I've no choice but to turn on you The almighty conundrum Catches of 22 You can stay and chase the green or leave your mark like blues clues ...I turn any Ray Rice To a couscous I told you Cats out here faker than vegan soul food Ain't that like orange juice without the pulp? You filter out the essence And you don't yield the results But all the same the many don't partake in your true nature But I continue making music You can choose to sulk Cuz I can't stop making the sexy to the beat I'm in need of refreshments I'm getting a little bit sweaty I can't cease till I'm reaching the Jet stream If I ever wanted to quit, Sallie Mae wouldn't let me And so my pure white comforters run amok with the Blood of all of of my labor and the losses of my loved ones All who give me the thumbs up when I achieve abundance Are the same as inner city polices I don't trust em

My parents grew up in the Chi, that ain't where they raised me; At the age of three they uprooted and displaced me. Put me inside a crate with the intent to isolate me; And peers came later So nobody could relate to me. Hated me being different, Hated me being smart; Hated how I would put the hard emphasis on my r's. Everybody had gotten a taste of the city Genuinely; I couldn't get with it so I tried to play the part. Oh and I sucked at basketball (no dub) Nothing but sweatsuits, And plain black hoodies adorning my legs and my arms. My father would always dress me ...He and my mother; born in the summers of polka dot dresses and hip huggers. ...Permanently out of touch And out of the culture; I Struggle in the heat of a tundra. Filled with the cold stares of the eyes of the many who had turned into vultures; Friends and foes were interchangeable when I was younger. ...I was aware of the grass that the snakes were under; One of em was a cousin, another one was a brother. All who grew in the city cahooted with one another; I wasn't part of the joke Companionship was a hoax. I closed myself off Always putting my guard up; Mouth full of bricks Intention of putting walls up. But i knew the only thing to truly make a difference; Was trying to build bridges From Kenwood to Parker. ...Kenwood to Parker Whether the scenery Is dissonant with dogs barking Or birds chirping Or sirens ablaze And I still harken Keep my ears to the voices Of plenty of youth afar It may not even matter A black sheep from the start Or white evidently pigment does not intelligence mark But such is popular opinion I crane my neck with the wind the sparkling image of The Chi's young daughter hits I hold the beat tight in the folds of my embrace Until it dies in heat deliver the carcass To the doorstep of Venus Knocking on heaven's door amidst Serena Sailing moons a many minutes have I seen How are you living Kydd Having broken out of my reverie I've seen the unforeseen Lean in close to the screen Ladies and gentlemen lemme digest the flesh and meat upon the scene And chew the fat I fade the world to black and grab an ipecac I cough, collapse, Regurgitate the nature of the space and places which I've been I mean As mentioned The daughter of Chicago Me I stand before her Had the name of Kenwood Parker How ironic Attended both schools So those among her peers gave her the moniker Through the tinted glass A cartoon constructed nicknamed upon the faces of her past I was the unintended class clown to her hall monitor Gotta be fate that we met And she saw us Me and three kids doggin me Kiddies tryna be tough I couldn't hang with none of em said that I wasn't Chicago enough The kiddie was huff ...And apparently neither was she Strange indeed Lucky me We were the two of a kind like synchronizing minds and Bodies two sides of the same sort of a query or a quandary Does your identity come from roots Or does it originate from the place where your mind your soul and your heart be? So where is mine? 2009. At the drop of 8th grade she dipped She entered and left me so quick And where was I I was living alone in the world channeling the sum of my grievances But instead of crying contrarily I was prompted to write Met her at the Hyde Park talking with my grandfather Clocks of the past dictated how we've changed She was referred to by place and by upbringing But never once did I hear her get addressed by name But if I see it fit we change that now Grab all of your things we're leaving your house We're taking the blue line no matter what it may cost you Bet'cha didn't know that you're boy became an author Documenting the past and future all it's crossings Documenting all of the insecurities I dealt with Documenting the pain and suffering you got in Documenting the sting of rejection when I felt it And that rejection came from you the day I Wanted to be buddy buddy you but you said it wasn't cool. Had me looking like a fool Around that time you moved to a different school And I had lost a friend But then again when I had thought I lost a friend and gained a-- [CAVEMAN] I gained a muse! Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah! When I talk of the past, I speak in lucid tandems memory as my anthem. Oh, Kenwood Parker! 'Cause I tell you a time when legacy was a name only future to gain, no games to play! Oh, Kenwood Parker! Don't lock yourself, no Don't lock yourself, no Just take my hand Let us dance into infinity It seemed like an eon of ions collected makin' your eyes shine Penetratin' the moonlight deep inside your mind's eye So take my body and intertwine your sight and your dreams To realize they're both me. The myopicity in your sight within the darkness of your spine Is like two peas in a pod Two spliffs in a pot A stone's throw from a bowl of kush Cushioning my crash landing Bandicoot A chance to take my hand and dance From Kenwood to Parker Hazel Crest to Gardner Dear Miss Parker, oh, dear Miss Parker Our lives have both changed but yet they seem the same Oh,dear Miss Parker, dear Miss Parker I bid thee adieu till the next time you change... I bid thee adieu till the next time you change swear to God!

Oy vey... MC's are like soy whey No wonder they gave me the trenchcoat Watching these little boys play You could search the entire playground Six ways; And never find a third grade elementary Inner city kiddie With as much untapped potential as lost second private CK But eh With the lack of intensity in his written dispensing It steady becomes a given defending The title of Whipping boy Second to last in command from the run date. All hyphen in quotation with no space Perhaps he'll escape the sting Of this friendly whippin one day Because I don't find fun in it like it's Monday I do it cuz I care about cha! Next time you have an excuse for the lack of lyrics in your book remember this Everyone else in the crew givin me anonymous tips Drown in my torrent or Form a flotation device with your lips I'll leave you shaken and flat every time like Sierra Mist ...You belong to the constituents that beat up Supposed to be the tank, the heavy, the prodigy, cleanup Sir dispense of the claptrap 'For I put down my teacup. Please, bub I'll slap the cucabugs outta your head The ash offa your knees And the corn outta your peas bud Takin my hat while I'm not looking And takin selfies up inside my bathroom Hmmm. It y'know, seems sus. Why every time you visit you lookin' to eat bruh? But come time for the rhymes u ain't earnin' yo keep bruh? This isn't meant to be taken as disrespect I want you to get in the stu' and prove these lyrics incorrect This isn't even elaborate like missionary sex But you'll still feel this L like hot children on your chest Baby bench press Watch your step like the gout You must have some pair Tryna come at my full house Mysterious incident outta the Tanner household Bring the thunder to me I'm returning it one thou'fold Gratuitous ruthlessness havin' you lookin' dubious The deck is stacked up against you like holographic quadruplicates Leave him the anesthesia It seems that he's out cold Dubbing thine musings less fashionable than South Pole Now that I rattled his chain Gave him a couple knocks Here's your scheduled programming Propaganda slot Shame on you trying to Sway our kids with the beatbox (Nah nah nah nah) Shame on you two for tryna Disrupt my free thought Shame on all three of y'all for not thinking for yourselves You're Mentally herded Trapping these thoughts in the same cell It's a following Philadelphia purgatory or hell Chasin' the cheese leads to one of the three but if such entailed Then why father is your house running on earthly parchment When your word itself could easily be etched on a heart On God Better remain on guard Square up now Lest you'll truly be lost Fight for your mind Because we thinkin' with ours Only then will your victory Reside in the cards (x2)

Sugar and spice It's like my only kind of candy Good or bad for me Who knows maybe it can be I remember when I was a kid it Made me ancy Buzzing in the back of my cranium Till I can't see Emotional bankrupt Trying to advance see I passed go But last time I landed on chance I was mad broke Tiny little fragments in my hand And my chest is a mosaic Made of waves upon the sand Affection is like shooting dice The digits come in handy But nowadays... many transfixed upon the pansy men are. Quick to kick Pam out Until they need their pan greased No chicken and Johnnycakes for supper Now you can't eat Such is the price and penalty practice improper gambling ... My dear sweet Pamela turned to a Tammy Sugar and Spice It's like my only kind of candy Talking the kinda sorta That didn't come from ya antie (auntie) Put my eyes on the rapping The lemon heads that she handed me Turned sour she showered me With her sorrows aplenty And I tried to keep it friendly I'm a G like Kenny I let go of my dreams and they washed upon the stream Once before hit the fires and the dreams became steam Dissipated to the ether In the names of such things As throwing caution to the wind Watching the pyre burn The all of you given up No equivalent in return ...I'm not sure what the workings of my heart be But i know it ain't a Salvation Army I can love love, but love loves to harm me Like the 1970 spinners joint with the R&B Sugar and spice It's like my only kind of candy In case you didn't catch it's a reference to Pooh and Annie Quick to become a minstrel Maybe Amos and Andy ... We all once failed to keep it in our pants g Every man's main weakness is a lady Gait full of momentum that they can take her to Macy's and Buy her dashing ensembles just to take her home and to knock her up A couple times with no rubber then come back with a baby Wait G... What if you bust your essence in a world of crazy? What if you got caught up in a summer sun That turned into an autumn wind And by the winter night you felt the chill of her lack of a gaze So you started chiefin' and purple hazing? Turning your back to the madness that is your life And silently pondering what happened. This wasn't what you were promised after you got the action. you only got in it for the action And not the passion So you can spare the world in your sadness. truth is you didn't get gypped To be honest you deserved it. Now ask was it worth it? The God we all pray to is watching us slip And we Chasing after a Ramona Flowers that don't exist While the devil in our trousers gave us anonymous tips To her where when how maybe she'll let you hit you buy her this Instead of finding an honest girl you can chill with. The two years the thick and the thin and you still with. But you got that sugar and spice (x2) Sugar and spice It's like my only kind of candy Take it in moderation And not the kind from the pantry Sugar and spice is like my only kind of candy ... And that's just putting it gently

[ALLAN GREY] He picked the mic up just to simply teach lessons Allan Grey is a genius, t'was the type so introspective Was atoning for his sins, womanizes adolescence Was a God-given gift. With every breath he'd drew he'd taken He will never be forsaken. His tongue was the brush Vivid words were his painting. Bad karma manifested Just to weigh in on his patience, and just as she came in She left his life vacant... But just to get through Heaven, you will walk through Hell The path is paved with good intent, I know this well I could be six feet deep or trapped in a cell That could change in the land I say the future will tell So I spin this fabric, free you straight from the spell. Wake you up from this coma, make you feel it like Braille But believe in yourself, I'm getting better by the day I'm wine on a shelf. I'm wining-dining myself I spit this medication and I just hope that it helps I'm not just boasting for health, I'm just posting the bail Free your mind, here's the key, just open the cell So fap light like fleshlight Flash lights, I pop out bagpipes and when the light's right, I take my shot [THE LAUGHING MAN] You see, I stood at attention for this world and it judged me Unfairly, It's scary, I can barely keep my head still. Been a menace since I felt conflicted on this path to riches If my vocals thicken then this childish gift is my percentage Wishin that I'm locked in prison, mental and physical Rippin through these barriers, the sky isn't the limit, fool Floating through the universe searching for cosmic answers Like why do I exist and why can't I find a shortcut Phasing through these motions like I memorized the pattern Like a TV show, yeah I'm dealing with Family Matters Give myself a stunt double, vanish like a phantom Wouldn't resurface 'till my thoughts are common banter Global, throughout the nation My dreams to make it Gon' have to wait 'till I get this paycheck Then blow like smoke stacks It ain't that loudpack I'm screaming "fuck that!" I want my lungs back I want my lungs back I want my lungs back A hundred reasons wrapped in a pack of twenty I'm practically smoking money Time slowly is running from me I'm lost in a world Where my reality shaded into an infinite loop My personality's faded and now I'm tryna regroup.... We are human beings and less studious Yet we glorify gluteus maximus Yours protruding chick please don't mind my reaction Extremely close to just losin it. I'm a beast with a passion Primal instincts are actin' these fangs are thirsty for havoc And some calamity. Body is so destructive Yet it fills my mind with tragedies. Gimme the golden touch and let me dive into your rabbit hole. You say that I'm rushing things I wanna see how far you go. Why you live your live so slow? [LIL KYDD] If you ever doubt the Kydd you're talking foolish The burbs need me like Doc Who needs Moffat I stick to the beat like loan debt to students It takes more than a restraining order to get me off it Lil Kydd comin through with the throat jab That's Young Count Basie turned to a Count Olaf Oh snap raps come concise or come wordy Still leaving your lady yearning at the St. James infirmary While I continue earning, b My verbs are derpy I'm Hurting em so internally Turnin em into packs of ermine Vermin scurrying I do em dirty in thirty so you could say I Steven Curry em Don't even worry, g More clutch than a Jeep Wrangler I'll be that nigga that gets you through a breakup I'll also be that nigga you sip tea with Got the double knotted Nikes slipped on and laced up I get inside the booth and I turn to a foot racer Hey Lil Kydd, what's the cut? proper mixing! I am to lyrics what Oprah's to white women One eye is on the advancement of my wisdom And the other's on the green like I'm seeing in night vision Me and the Lost are the barbers of Homie Floss and All these other rappers necks are in need of a knife trimming Like Sweeney Todd with an offering of my vengeance The icy cold stare of a man who's about his business Resides in my eyes It's the gift that I've been given I use my mind and my mouth to get myself into mischief And come out with bloody knuckles metronome still tickin The mistress of life had told me a lame pun We blasting all the cops for the evils that they've done And then we turn around and shoot our kin with the same gun Matter of fact forget the instrumental I ain't done! See, The people like that to me are the worse scum They put a petty color club together for fun And then my nephew gets caught in the crossfire How? why? we don't know but the deed is already done He almost couldn't shoot a basketball ever again He almost got killed by a boy of the same skin Tone whether you're kid or grown when the day is done Only the week turn their backs on their day ones

The sun rises. No one wakes. Deep in the chasms of slumber each of their ears pointed at attention Rather subconsciously Whosoever may start up the mower And bring upon the tidings of morning They wake all In this... Our subdivision Our safe, quiet, dull, small, temperate, subdivision I'm a Bummy butt munching Bum nugget niglet picking Pack of pepper spray potion and pistol wielding Bigger than life but smaller than suburban living Bigger than hawks in the sky I prefer to dwell with the pigeons He poppin off like a cyst is madder hops than a Scottie Pippin A Scottsman no truer that this'un so Sit down be quiet and listen Smokin on that burning Bulbasaur I bag a sack of troubles Likes of which unlike the others I'm not a rhymer I'm a coal miner Finding diamonds in the depths of Hazel Crest and wind up with my lungs crushed Not one but two of em Pupils are lookin droopy And incoherent appearing Upon the psyches And minds eyes fried upon J Saturn's previously mentioned rhymes Like a dark room in the summer when your mother pops the blinds Get up, Get up My son, my son Gotta get these cashews They felt that salt like peanuts So I dub them snoopy One time for the crew g These days a nigga is on two teams Gotta be the one who gonna lead the pack Or a nigga who isn't even fit to lead Traveling in a pack of two or three Goin off of da cliff ain't movin, b Long coated Kiddie be takin all the romaine And I leave em with demons I spat all in them Croutons and that blue cheese Can I get anudda one of that loose leaf They wanna get the rosay, cool g But they stuck on top of the Grey Goose scheme That fluid be makin a man loopy I'm gonna be running till my feet are bloody and thanking my God for the shoestrings My mother is stuck in a box and she ain't gonna let me experience new things My ladies are chillin in Lincoln and Matteson they know that I love em like Lucy But I give it to the Chi a couple fingers in the sky You in the box and I'm moving You can stay here and mow the lawn But me I'd rather be cruisin... So you can mow your own dang lawn... I will not bring about morning. Not today... No, I prefer nighttime Another day on the bebop Listening to Pete Rock While me and my brethren steady Givin the three dots To anyone who doubted on the powers that be us Abusing these cats and I'm thumbing noses at peta I came to your girl's house and we kick it like Fifa I give her the sausage like I'm delivering pizza The Saturn is out back and he popping the steam--ahh! I wrote this verse gone off of Intergalactic ciroc Mixed with a bit of leaf and a tea-cop (teacup) I'm two kinds of triflin Mixed with three kinds of artsy If every country could mind they bi'ness You'd find me chillin with Fifty middle eastern women Speaking in Farsi Don't feed us the broccoli cuz we sicker than Farts, g Runnin like Forrest g Don't get mad at us Get mad at the men and women that demolished your forestry We're talking one big business owner to four trees Take away your oxygen and sell it for more fees They never catch a case ball is always in their court And I watch and I narrate the whole thing from the porch, see? Gimme my binoculars Forget rap I'm doing opera Catch me on ya block performing Les Miserablala (miserables) I prefer to shake things up and I cock a lot of your Eyebrows Now are you gonna stand there or mob with us? I drop these ops and I spit my thoughts You know I do hip hop for these goals Don't care what you say You better do your thing You gotta be yourself to be gold Through those lonely nights I sit down and write It's just me myself and these bowls Walk across the sea hand in the trinity Cause I put it all on these flows

[Lil Kydd] The backbones of generations; The stand in fathers when all of the fatherless needed raising. The often under appreciated; The 9 to 5, 6 to 10 round the clock back again. Keeper of castle and king's men Give it up again for; Single mothers of two and the grandmothers of ten. The teachers of many... Plenty a young African queen; On American soil scrutinized by eyes. conventions and sly mentions of the players and the fiends; Depicted on the television screen as the object. And end to the means We rebuke the; Depiction of woman as trinket. Part of a bigger scheme are they. More than chicks. More than thighs and hips; Words and ideas be flowing through those lips. And change the courses of history vividly for the better; So never categorize the sistah with the lesser. Stand by her, let the Jah bless her You can- script your life and become your own author; Your hands and mind can shape your space and time. Designed to conquer all the problems that cross ya; Now doesn't that sound a lot better than tryna be Barbara? Young girl with a satchel full of dreams No being the head Barbie Im'ma be the head me! [Felice Kimbrew] Don't matter your weight Don't matter your height Don't matter your shape Don't matter your size If you love the sistahs put ya two in the skyyyyyy Now put em up there and ask for peace (x2) Now repeat after the Kydd [Lil Kydd] My black is beautiful It's all I got Best believe I embrace it Tell me how can I not? My God gave it to me. He didn't ask for a lot But to be proud of it Just in case you forgot (x2)

[LIL KYDD] Started an odd individual Not a town to be lost in. Stead I found me a family You know that's shouts to the squadron Said it's too smart to be rap But too ignorant to be talkin Cat's of the cats'es pajamas Pardon my grammar improper; When I finally make it big I won't replace my Impala. Hauled it across the southern sub And I can push a bit farther; Push it all the way to Chicago Then I'll get me a charger. Fly a Charger to San Diego Leave the hood to my car; It's a fantasy made of bars It sounds a little bizarre. you gotta have your expectations Or you stay where you are; I aim for birdies or higher You only shoot for the par. Put my grandmama's in a house One that I know she'd be proud of; The way I managed to keep my feet on the ground is impressive. I could've quit awhile ago it wouldn't teach me no lesson; Relatives ain't seen my presence since adolescence. I only got caught in a lot of negative Feelings I ain't forgot em; Love, money, hunting for scholarships, and a job. All my demons wear new balances And my angels wear prada; Still aiming for the finish line And all my problems done caught up. always aim for the wizard I wear KSwiss when I run No need for no fancy samples You know it's all in the drums Indeed I did it myself I did for fun get a bit of the assistance from CAVEMAN I'm pursuing a change It don't make cents Got a flow so crispy it's crackin And the biscuits been overdone See I'm in the In the land of the Sweltering sun Carryin the wind of a lake shore In a knapsack Gonna blow the top off yo cap Better keep them edges intact I would rather I chop you with rhyming In an effort to lower them guns They gluin caskets to our feet matters not where you from Mama they raised all our taxes, Gas And we low on them funds They thought we had it so easy Son of a mother of one And I know it sounds so redundant My troubles lighter than some I hold receptions for bars I'm an attacker and a hunter Comin out of the gutter Nudda One of ya Better please concede To the heat of the Kydd Pick bone from my meat in the heat of the griz Got a handle on em all Like I bought a couple of mitten Do a hit and I get em Buddy be Chewin on the hardest of a rhythm And a dental be chippin Gimme a lid and I flip it Gimme da Ritalin Know you gotta be Givin the kiddie another round of applause (Good God!) See, I used to rap bout a come up Talk all this changing the game Got aspirations how arrogant A disparaging sentiment Got my eyes on the different Cause I'm allergic to same How the lightest of light skinned niggas Throw the deepest of shade? Juno my future is lucid Due to the L in my page We rockin higher than heaven Be smokin L's in my grave Hopefully I can give those like me strength to live one more day. Saturn Come though! You know it's late and we got shit to do You know the way you know just what it say You know we gonna get it anyway aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, (x2) [JAMES GOLD] Talkin bout profits Yo I got lint in my pockets Probably reason why I lent this verse rehearsed And then stopped it Like a surgeon My operations in the cut The prognosis payin the bills Used tissue show osmosis is real Now that the salt is separated Tell me how you really feel, that Shade when answered back Like it was black Packed with septic shock Like static But I ain't no hero Barely got any power my battery zero dying still I devour any MC It's a habit I won't stop Until all retinas Face my vicinity like Pac My Energy propell any enemy with The velocity of the bullet that killed Kennedy Ironically dead presidents don't represent me That vice entice But I'll suffice With them long nights Of verbal heists And different mics And live a life that'll take to those heights I aint never seen A new chapter Maybe I'll go to tokyo after Japanese etiquette got them calling me nas backward Afterwards I'll pack it up And then skurt on off, like ayy Stick to the script I'm Martin Scorsese wit writtens, say My style isn't free This shit is written in C, and hey I would add java but that wouldn't be key If DJ Khalid could compose code he'd probably agree Then finish with a hook Like he had to go bob and weave Just Tied up the gloves took a jab then a swing But like Johnny Cochran say that shit really don't fit So what it mean to resist from what you can't even acquit Find yourself in a situation not properly equipped Maybe somethin missing Maybe they caught you watching the Simpsons eating mayo yelling I swear I got that Juice man. Ok Maybe I'm trippin scheming on OJ I was going off tanget So we'll try angles yo way The crew ain't even disbanded We stay deep like everyday Lost in yo thoughts or the sauce Don't matter we got shit to do All i really ask is that you Come though! You know it's late and we got shit to do You know the way you know just what it say You know we gonna get it anyway aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, (x2) Come through when it's good, Miss me with that bullshit Come through when it's good, Miss me with that bullshit Come through when it's good, Miss me with that bullshit Miss me with that bullshit Miss me with that bullshit When a wack rapper and his crew wanna come through, Now who do you run to? (The 312!)

[$TEVIE ADAM$] Thinkin world domination But people think you crazy when you live in your mama's basement and you got ideas Pull the cover over your head where nobody can see you. Shit, I believe in you Fuck what they tellin you, Obliterate those bitches And leave em to residue Half these people wanna look up to you These niggas my sons, It ain't nothing but fun Till you gotta put in some work, Start at the dirt What's it worth to you? Just being yourself, living in Hell Sharing the wealth, eating the knowledge Get you a scholarship, that's a real nigga policy Be better than me. No need for apologies Future money callin you, my nigga Do whatev'you wanna do my nigga Simple Minded People Got Me Hot It won't never stop, best believe that's a snapple fact nigga Sittin Thinkin Contemplatin What I'm Finna Do Next Countin' Checks Drivin' Lex Definitely something affordable, shit Rise above it all, don't wait on nobody All of your old friends claimin they catchin bodies Caught in a new wave. Everytime rich and Johnny but you a tsunami wave Don't Believe They hype I need patience, certification all of the way to Californication Bust Chicago till the world blow Dreamin to make everyone smile more That would be gratification. If you need me, I'll be in the basement, bitch And I will always be there for you kickin ass takin names fuck the fame I'll be there when you call me I'll be there for you I hope you're there for me Kickin ass, takin name fuck the fame Call on me (When you walk away) You better not be walkin away, responsibility (When you walk away) That's what I tend to do when nobody hearin me (You don't hear me say) You don't hear me say nothin it's too much, you can't rush it (You don't hear me say) You don't hear me say shit. Get the fuck away from me [LIL KYDD] Truthfully life could be one benign game of Hunie Pop But you had to flip the script and take all of my kingdom hearts If I weren't so complacent producing these random tapes then I would I would take the game and fray it at the seams at which it came apart And start anew putting dinosaurs on the platform What would've happened if the heat of meteors held back more Instead of sending the precursor straight to flames I tell They would create a new environment Land before L's ...But I put L before Land That's the way that it oughta be or else how would the and stand I'd accumulate em at multitude And from that I'd make grands For the one ultimate lesson Is the boot under your pants That's the foot under your can And the foot under your clan The turtles among the underground aren't your average man The son of a shogun toting the brunt of a blow and Honey I'd totes finish you off I'd rather a different motion See... To excel is to fail ...Such is the anthem of the man inside the glands Of the hands and the tissues and muscles of mortal failings and imperfections Band together to form a simple plan None of us perfect The verbals spoken Hold truth in the face of all Enjoyable without aid of the contraband, nigga Now hey, look up look down Now look next to you Imma need you to revel in the stench of your own ineptitude Shall I lead your mind astray At least for just one day We're just babies You know In the relative scheme Of your Hopes and your dreams We've A lot to learn So let us earn this guap

"Step right up! Step right up we got ratchet ramen here! Why hello, sir welcome to ratchet ramen, what ails you?" I'm just hungry man. Haven't eaten all day "Oh. Well I got some shadow ramen right here, new special, get in touch with all the shade in your body from one bite" I see. Sounds interesting. I'll grab one with some soy sauce "Excellent choice, sir!" [LIL KYDD] Shadow Ramen and purple miasma Sit on my; Plate as I contemplate the fates of the collective masses of grey. And I give it color definition and shape; As I offer niblets and nuggets of fortune cookies mixed with the taste. I convert the lust of a thousand women to electricity; Power my entire block and doing so efficiently. I used to let certain waves and frequencies travel past me; Now Everyone gets HBO Everyone is happy. Diaspora Teetering on the Precipice of a jaded rap; Greedy swine feeding off of the Scavenges of past gas see. Disperse the city kids further among the fresh cut grass; Cultural wasteland Tell me to have a blast. I staggered out of my basement Stumbled out of the door; Splat On the sidewalk outside of the corner store. Get some shadow flavored cup ramen. Take one bite; and the shade enters my mouth infiltrating my spinal cord and I speak. I'm a rapping dirtbag Wrapped in burlap; Circumscribed in life And confining the tripe inside of me lyrics. But kiddie's so rad Far from nerd rap; The fact I practice wizardry Means that I'm an aristocrat. Descended from nobility forced practice and principle; Ask the governor bout your education Not the principal. Nowadays everyone needs a circumstance to play victim Poor you Dispel the nonsense With kiddies shade-o-vision A requiem for the nigga who's a nigga by excuse; An aria for the nigga by unity and by truth. I'm tired of explaining my bad behavior to you; If I have it and others so quick to attribute it to youth. Youth is slipping away from me at every turn of a season; And people enter and leave my existential plane for no reason. The trenchcoat is usually black to indicate my grieving; Along with some other cryptic absurdities Wordy back stories. So only you can search in my bars for a deeper meaning; I consider annotations in my genius as cheating. I don't brag about it but acknowledge that it's me; People wanted a party track But I'm a complicated read. Many can look at me Few can look through me; It seems that everybody wants a limo full of groupies. But when I make it to the top I'd rather a gathering of; Intellectual cats make me an indie movie. My lyrics are not for standing rooms (why?) People can't stand me; (oh) They'd probably have to sit and have the Webster good and handy. Grant me a small lounge with neon and marble floors; A waterfall and a zen garden Preferably outdoors. I'm simply awaiting what the cards have held in store; I'm sick of trap cards That's what I have the magic for. It seems the shade in my body Has finally reached my core; And you think I'm bitterness fighting misfortune for an even score. So I sing! (Sing! Sing!) [CONOR] Easels key still to decietful thought Refill ease itll bring peaceful mind, Illegill dreams still breathe ill words, My needle free still repeats ill loops, Whats this beta code God sent me, Plays great but still feel empty, Degrades till I just essentially, High score shit might store memory, Eye sores plenty,- I shore don’t want to stack past due, Make challenges after, who asked you, Move feet still sweet through these taboos, Stack love stack regrets, get tattoos, Paint that soul from that gold to that black blue, Then laugh when it all comes past due, Split proton Doc Hattan in face of Boton, Leave fate forgone then rinse repeat that past move. Yo what the fuck is a fate to me, But ill complacency, ill complacency, Yo what the fuck are some rates to me, Its still insane to me, its still insane to me, Yo what the fucks a mind state to me, Just fills a Vacancy, just fills a vacancy, Yo what the fuck is a mate to me, A newgame pluses everything [LIL KYDD] Everything? Swapping all the keys in the vault for the sake of lesser things. ...Tryna grab for salvation like sonic's second ring; Whoever distributed crowns? Was knowledge truly king? You changed scepters four times You had your younger years to think; So many questions in the institution come forth. If you didn't prepare for it what you attend it for? All the court jesters used to be royalty long ago; Then they ditched their own potential just to put on a show. And I'm no different... At our current moment in time; You can excel at anything Even at wasting time. You can be the best lolligagger this side of the globe; But you lack commitment (ha!) So into the rafters you go. I drop a tear for all these cats that make woke look upsetting; Make intelligent dumb Make it a trend Look pathetic. Put hashtags on our future You claim to think independent Power of hydrogen rising They gassed you up, when they led you To people proclaiming "I'm him!": Homie, you mirror every other ordinary nigga Right down to the dirt timbs The youngun is so destructive His spittin can break wind We talkin a potent odor sort of an old folgers I handle the biz that ain't found in no sorts of Manila folders You could put Jack Daniel in your motor Get plastered And still get had by the Lad with a broken rotor had to warn ya Society's full of discrepancies So pick a corner. *heaving and coughing (Heh, yeah that's some powerful stuff isn't it? That'll be $15, sir) Hold up, what?! That wasn't even good! Bruh that ramen tasted like straight--