[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!)