[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