HOOK:  Name: Tom Swifty  Age: none of ya business  Occupation: witness  Religion: musician (x4)  VERSE:  Well, I been flipping rhymes for grips of time and just can't seem to quit it now  This just a warm-up to help you get with my style  Always wanted to make movies, but this was cheaper--sue me!  Solo now, been in a few crews, been cuffed and treated rudely  By po-pos with the doors closed and the .44s sticking out the window  Smokin indo and I don't know when I'll see the sun again, so  A fistful of dollars all I got until tomorrow  When I borrow cups of sorrow, feelin vengeful.  I'm Tom Swifty, so my quotes are always nifty  Call and get me out of bed, I'll slap these rappers till they all silly.  Ah, really? No, on the contrilly, battle-rappin's fun, but I think I'm done...  Or maybe not... feel me?  Flex! One of the questions that needs to be in session  Is how to liberate our minds before the next election  This tension is getting hotter and higher in suspension  To cut it, we'd need a blade sharper than my mind and then some.  Seven years old, ready to roll, ten years later, started to rock it  Leaving these cats with the mental equivalent of jock-itch  I got this, son, don't even try to act so ominous  I posit that I'm peerless, that's a promise.  Nonsense is all I hear and falseness is always clear  When bosses be calling here to try and get my respect.  Stop this, they call me weird for caustically domineering,  I'm sent from heaven, never been here--keep it a secret.  Shhh... just keep that shit to yourself for now  I get ya twisted like the liquor on ya shelf--blowe!  Just so ya know, I drop that top flow,  That on-time flow, hey ma, look at me shine flow,  Some call it divine flow, I just spit what I know,  That sorta kinda borderline insanity in my flow.  Lie low, I'm bout to spray y'all, son,  The five-o clock my flow with a radar gun.  HOOK

CHORUS: In this life, one thing counts: In the bank, large amounts I'm afraid these don't grow on trees You've got to pick a pocket or two. [x2] TOM SWIFTY: Woke up a day late without the ability to change fate And this sick feeling in my heart that I just can't seem to placate I'm tryna stay straight and narrow on the chase, take My time, but vacant minds keep tryna hasten all my days' pace Wait! I'm utterly terrified of where we seem to be going of late, they Seem barely aware that their America's great cuz of hate (hate, hate!) And you'll see: with due speed and wit and nary A trace of hesitation, I will proofread your obituary I'm hungry! That's a mafuckin' understatement I'll use your face as my hamburger bun replacement And yes, I wish that you would not get it twisted, They calling it conscious rap but I know cats who keep guns adjacent And will not hesitate, shit, they all inclined towards capers You act a fool, they'll show you bullet-time outside The Matrix So be nonviolent, neighbors, come off them watches and jewelry Life ain't free, you gotta pick a pocket or two, you... see... CHORUS CHAZ KANGAS: Can I pick it? (Yes you can!) Pick a card, any card, it's all sleight of hand. A picture perfect pickpocket if money's no object Pick a pocket like a lock - watch the wallet locksmith. Hard earned cash is getting harder to keep. And those who barter receipts should never pardon my reach. I'll pull your card at the beach, while you're getting a tan I'll take a muscle-bound man and pick his pockets of sand. It's the pick-pocalypse, so you better cash out, Might pick a Polly Pocket when I Mighty Max out. Might pick a wishing well if you feel the flow, Or pick a pocket on stage and steal the show. Pick any kind of pocket, won't see me stress. I'm talkin JNCOs, Levi's, Lee or Guess. Pickpocket for the skill, pickpocket for the thrill, But never pickle a pocket - you already know the dill. CHORUS PT: I been doin shows everywhere Haven't had time to pick a pocket, moving you everywhere When I spit a rocket and the music is everywhere, Yeah, this shit is popping - PT, Chaz and Ezra! Tryin to make moves to the money with no handouts But I got a hand out for pickpocket, I got a plan now Had my homie jump in the damn crowd, Everybody wave they hands round So we can pickpocket before they hands down. Hold up, wait, am I doing too much? Pickpocketing everybody, am I moving too much? Pickpocketing the rap industry, the music, too much? Pickpocketing in battle rap, use the toolie too much? A resurrection is waiting patiently, heaven-sent Strategist is subjective, it's crazy straight and it's evident That they be hating, contemplating, debating a settlement Till I deflate what they confiscate, make it irrelevant. CHORUS

There's 8 million motherfuckers in this rathole Shaved heads, fauxhawks, dreadlocks, afros, Eyes, empty mouths, toes, elbows, assholes, Suits, bike messengers, cabbies and crack hoes, Hassidic Jews, tattoos, pigeon shit, statues, Hot roasted chestnuts, almonds and cashews, Pizza by the slice, folks living off of cat food, One more day even harder than the last two. It's more laid back where I stayed at way back in the day, Jack It's fast-paced here. Cats face fears where the rats taste tears I just keep on riding, hoping that the track stays clear. Illegal cabs, you could say that we driven Or just take it as a given that it's subway living. Reppin' not a car as I step into the bar With a misspelled i.d. from (where?) NYC. And it ain't no going back Flow on tracks so sick, pull up your ebola mask! This city's nasty, don't ask me directions With a smartphone in ya hand, pass me a weapon! I'm on the train to Delancey and Essex With a head full of sentences composed of my restlessness Helpless in this insomniac city, No time to act pretty, let me tell you bout my residence: Funk Flex got the tunes for you to cruise to; Crazy people talking to themselves or Bluetooth? Get ate alive if you try to act too cute, If you wanna survive, here's some things you better get used to: Stepping over homeless mothers, veterans in wheelchairs, Cigarette butts, subway grates and folks who eat they meals there It's everyday shit, vagrants pacing, patiently awaiting they fix, Wall Street bankers, movers, shakers, lunch break date with dominatrix Of course the tourists make the purists wanna throw down Send em back in body bags regardless of they hometown They pack them things that go buck to the buck-buck-bang, But sometimes it takes an all-out shutdown to make us slow down A snow emergency can turn the city quiet But a summertime blackout can turn into a riot Car alarm noise can eat into your brain But the city never sleeps so it's legally insane What a long strange Trip it's been, since I was in the Twin Cities, rockin onstage Now I'm on my grind, working and coveting cash Findin time to hit the studio, merkin and plundering tracks Suffer the wrath! Duck and cover! This is war! We under attack Through it all, I still love Minneap and sometimes I wanna go back But then I found the truth and transcribed it with my pen: What I really missed wasn't there, it was then.

TOM SWIFTY: Conscious rappers, get off ya high horse Hi, thugs! I ain't never sold drugs, am I soft? It's real easy to say you ain't out to get that money When you got a roof and food and the sky is sunny, sonny, But if you could walk a mile in that hustler's shoes, You might understand the meaning of the phrase "paid dues," And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft, Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you Now I ain't saying get up on the mic and spit some broke mess About gats, whips, and gold, and how you be makin the dope stretch, Unless that really is how you live... well, then speak and show love, And I'll show it back to you in these here flows, son See, me, I been in ciphers with everyone from punks to thugs, And they mostly ended up with fists thrown in man-hugs Advanced Love 101 for everyone under the sun: Let's show love to the ones that's different from the other ones. I'm cracking at the seams, backed by hopes and dreams, Knowin that there's more to life than dope and C.R.E.A.M., But at the same time, I'm trying to live within my means, And I'm trying to live a little bigger each year, know what I mean? Yo, it seems that I can't live like normal people, though, no joke My dreams are split between steeples and lines of coke, But I hope these lines I wrote effected everyone that stays connected To the rivers and tides spied before buildings were erected. It's ancient and futuristic like graffiti hieroglyphics, And the B-boy in my city is the only type of mystic that I know, So pack your whole New Age soul up and go I'm livin for self like everyone else and givin the wealth back to my folks, And, yo, of course you gotta spread your charity far as it can go, But me, I'm checkin for number one first, cause charity starts at home, And when the split comes between conscious and street, I just nod to the beat and pay homage to both, but... HOOK: I heard em sayin you a conscious rapper I heard em sayin we some conscious rappers Ah, man, yeah, they sayin I'm a conscious rapper, But I like conscious rap best when it's kinda gangsta. I heard em sayin you a conscious rapper I heard em sayin we some conscious rappers Ah, man, yeah, they sayin you a conscious rapper Why don't ya grab the mic and respond to that, sir? BLUEPRINT:  I’m not a gangsta, but more gangsta than a lotta rappers. It used to be cool to be labeled a conscious rapper. If you a soft rapper hoes won’t even holler at ya,  But multiple platinum albums for an awful rapper. I’d rather get a real job than be a struggle rapper. I’d rather pay it forward than to hustle backwards. I’m not an actor. I’m a well known factor,  But classics and assets is all that I’m after. I can’t front. Be positive all you want,  But if the music don't bump then it's not enough. Clever lyrics and melodic hooks, plus the looks,  But don’t blame the fans if your craft’s not as good. Whether criminal or law-abiding individual, One nation under god indivisible. From conscious to gangsta and all in-between, Make your music dope or stay away from the scene. PHILLIP MORRIS: Phillip Mo, that is what you're aiming for Strapping up, gonna rob a vacant store I'm strapping on, gonna watch some Jason Bourne  I'm strapping off, gonna watch my favorite porn I'm so fucking hard, throw up my set Throw up in yards, throw up on pets I throw up my guard, throw up my left, I threw up at the club and then got thrown down the steps I was definitely not conscious Because I slipped into a coma that's deep But I got props cuz the cops Blocked off the block during a specific episode So I'm owning the street Am I damaging the code of the streets if I'm a Yoda in the sheets and the Anakin of rapping, when I Think the deeper fact of it is both of em' creeps,  And I'm about to lose my consciousness again, so I'm going to sleep. HOOK. SWAMBURGER: I can't be socially responsible for the ominous Embedded in the fear-based populous, body politic. Probably obvious, but honestly it's a problem conscious shit Negates to follow, fit, and model with. The subtle risk to tolerate costs accomplishment. But what if I aborted the mission to listen to reason From said Gods, law officials and misled heathens... I admit I'd be outcast in attempts to reach out past The Flag Staff-Whip Appeal and GED Scout grads But doubt has its pros, and I'm guessing the world knows, Cause what used to be the norm is now the most opposed. And I'm a gangsta for believing this rebellion breaks the mold On a status to the street, where new lingo comes in code. The signs thrown are still in art, communicating my last Words whenever the bridge burns hope to learn spells cast. To tell the task of what I did to tear apart my heart from commercial plugs, Would make me just a little more Thug. SIN HG: Commercial rappers and thugs I show these actors no love  Real know real and most these dudes is fake as fuck  In this jungle a lot of snakes playing lions  Until a lion pull up then they go into hiding  No squares in my circle they scared throwing flares to warn you  Don’t go against the grain these flames will scorn you  See you pick up a lot coming up from the bottom  Its wild in this mental asylum the Batman of Gotham  Been rounding up these jokers since the big apple rotted  I'm the solution to the problem and I'm standing with Colin  You see I can relate to being the most hated the most underestimated  The one they didn’t think would make it ha  So they calling me a conscious rapper huh  But these dudes out here moving backwards  Like if you doing good they all attack ya  I wish a motherfucka would cuz y’all just kinda gangsta  HOOK.

VERSE 1:  Her daddy raised her, till that word became its homonym  She should have a champion belt the way she fought with men  Keeps her outside pretty polished while she rots within  Smoke plenty trees, but she ain't down with chopping them  A green girl, trying to make the world last  I swear the sun winked at her as we hurled past  World-class words fall bluntly from her mouth like she purled that  Scars tell a dark story traced across this girl's back  She's goin far from home with tales of astronauts and throwing stars  Broken bars around her heart and now she's prone to start shit  Focused all of her attention on the market,  Now she makes her living keeping books straight for the art department  Take time, it was written waist high on the ceiling  Of her mind, but she didn't listen--life's unkind  Now she hides herself in her room just to unwind  Smoke in the air, curtains drawn against the sunshine.  HOOK: That's just the way it goes... [x4]  VERSE 2:  She's a queen getting schemed on by pawns and rooks  Who judge her story by the picture on the book  Like light, she's a fixture at the coffee nook,  Sketchin portraits of the hipsters, cops, and crooks  I stopped to look, not knowing I was rubber-necking,  Didn't see the train wreck yet, but I was checkin  If she had a second to listen to the words that I was spitting,  I was smitten and she had me in a headspin,  So we broke bread with coke-heads known to tote lead,  While they promote dread, she spoke of hope instead  Poured liquor to toast dead friends with eyes the most red, then  She'd tilt her head back to drink while her nose bled.  Her close friends and foes will sure spread more  Stories than a wrecking ball, yo, what are friends for? (friends? foes?)  She got caught, but the trap never broke her,  Even though now I pour out liquor to toast her.  HOOK 

BENI BLANCO: ici, y a des dealers, des voleurs, des braqueurs qui côtoient des cotorep avec des bonnes têtes de vainqueurs des travailleurs acharnés, des branleurs invétérés des enragés comme moi que personne n'a pu arrêter des beaux décors pour l'été, et des corps enterrés ces soirées ou les gens n'agissent que par intérêt bien calé c'est instructif, des énarques à la chaine ramène un bif et de la tequila mexicaine j'ai fais peu de bons choix, mis le couteau entre les dents les adversaires sans poids partent la queue entre les jambes sous le soleil ou la grisaille, dans les rues propres ou sales nique le rap ma caille, j'écoute plus que du heavy métal en plus je t'insulte gratos, et ça de toute mon âme fils de pute!! on te souhaite la bienvenue à Gotham en plus je t'insulte gratos, et ça de toute mon âme fils de pute!! on te souhaite la bienvenue à Gotham TOM SWIFTY: I'm a big fish you lil guppy, have a sit, sonny Take a minute to visit this sick fuck, he kick puppies In the nitty and gritty of the shit he spit ugly And the tyranny of the lyrics that erupt be disgusting Play the hand you were dealt, lil buddy, and get lucky  On the other hand, get all that thou have stripped from thee Shit's gully, wanna take over the world in the worst way Rock harder than a earthquake till my hundredth birthday! SCRIPT DOLLARS: They wanna see what the new fella has got On TruthTella beats, is he a truth teller or not Who’s telling him stop, tellin' them watch, ready or not Here I come, been through hell and I'm hot I’m the one like Neo, free load never C.O.cheddar, me dope better Been through the sewer, he knows Shredder From when I climbed out it’s like he grew feathers Took flight I’m first class, learn fast or earn last I merc bars, and burn hard in Merc cars - Benz’s Lend me your lenses, watch as I end this Best sit and listen, I shine and I glisten They don’t wanna diss him, they can end up missing The end of every line is real, like you’ve caught a shark when you’re fishing Caught in the system, the trap So I play the game see the system is cracked Up, right, left, triangle and square, cheat mode But the triangle ain’t fair that’s a fact Look, Dollars on the road, Dollars on your block, Dollars from an O to Dollars for a box Money in the bank now, Money me na watch Money is legit, no hiding from the cops Bluka! Bluka! Sound off on the haters On top with the aces, a lot man is rated Writing levels stay hot through the ages Even if his voice at the end remains faceless I've been a hustler straight from the start Living in the UK the hustle is an art Euro step cross channels inna France Like Hugo, yep, I’m a Boss, au revoir! TOM SWIFTY: A restless spirit, never no luck where I am Maybe cuz wherever I go, fuck, there I am I came to the city with a penny and a prayer And far as I knew, I hardly knew anybody there It was hard cuz in the city you know that pity can be rare And my destiny wasn't clear, it wasn't written in the air So I slipped into despair, polluted the air cursin my birth Tried to maintain, but everything just seemed to keep gettin worse Then I remembered the cure, both a blessing and a curse: Write until my hand hurts, then one more verse Big up to TruthTella for lettin me holler at Script Dollars And Beni Blanco, Tom Swifty, international!

TOM SWIFTY:  My man asked for a dollar, claiming that he thirsty  I told him, "Drink water," under his breath he cursed me  We all gotta eat, gotta build, gotta cheat, gotta steal,  Gotta kill just to get by.  I smoke emcees to get high while perceivin the lies,  Sayin my drive is all wrong, but at least I can ride  So I feast on ya mind, hungry for brain food  Different ingredients boilin in the same stew  I remain true to roots now decayed beneath me  Never too proud to find out what an elder could teach me  Till the dirt's on my face and my memory's erased,  I taste every single flavor that can reach me.  It's a cliche, but my big mouth always gets me in trouble  Sometimes it gets me laid, but then the pain gets doubled  Cuz one night turns into nine months,  Turns into "Why the fuck did you ever ask me out in the first place?"  Worst-case scenario: I'm wrong about everything,  So I say I'm always right just to stay consistent.  See, my consistency is broken down into chemical compounds  And sounds shrouded in mystery. (Here's a mystery:) Is love just synapses misfiring?  A neurochemical conjob? Somebody messed with the wiring?  You could ask a thousand people, get a thousand different answers  Some say it doesn't matter; some say it's all that does.  Meanwhile, my man's thirsty as fuck and no one cares,  So he's stuck beggin for change from Bedford Ave squares  (Or, if you're in my hometown, that's Calhoun Square)  Said he's stuck beggin for change to buy liquor and prayers.  CASEY MOO:  Sometime you think you wanna play it easy  Sometime you think you wanna play it safe  Most days you gonna run from this reality  And most of every night you gonna smoke it all away  You hear it time and time again, well, here's another time, my friend,  Don't tell me times are hard and tough  If you wanna be sharper than me,  You gotta rub against something rough  DICK V:  It's been fifty-five in the right this nifty drive where I try To find my mind while tires glide on the ice I got a Violent guy who resides behind a smile and a vice If I don't find his demise I might just find that it's I Need to finally define this mighty line that I ride And siphon life from all the tears I cry for those who have died A sign that I should survive all I'm looking for Is more blinding beacons of light I'll be cooking for And if these feelings cease to exist I mean it I will dismiss Myself from being leave no reason to live I need to keep some shoes on my feet what I'm stepping for Respect every level of life need I mention more? Never set the score limits are needless I'm just hoping every poor righteous teacher beats their demons Every question brings fact and if I stop believing that All my answers in tact will bring uncanny weakness And I can't have none of that I rip the map to pieces My path unplanned and it matches only these thirteens it's Not repeated and non-compete it's possibly Forever incomplete and it's up to me it's not for pleasing I thought I needed a cushy spot to lock the dream in Proud to be undoubtedly lost now I found my reason I got depleted from self and almost tossed the keys in Rubbed against the rough and sharpened up that's when I cut the leashes I'm not a leader savant and I don't fit your thesis Looking for a fictional god you better step to Jesus I'm meant to be this at peace with mental tweezers Dissecting every second to see what it is that I believe in My end will be when I'm ready I don't foresee nothing steady Please forget me when I've left and let's be friendly I've never seen something last and grown acceptant of that The only fact is death I'd like to leave it at that. CASEY MOO:  Sometime you think you wanna play it easy  Sometime you think you wanna play it safe  Most days you gonna run from this reality  And most of every night you gonna smoke it all away  You hear it time and time again, well, here's another time, my friend,  Don't tell me times are hard and tough  If you wanna be sharper than me,  You gotta rub against something rough  Sometime you think you wanna play it easy  Sometime you think you wanna play it safe  Most days you think you gonna play the master  But most of every day you know you're gonna play the slave  You hear it time and time again, well, here's another time, my friend,  Don't tell me times are hard and tough  If you wanna be sharper than me,  You gotta rub against something rough  TOM SWIFTY:  I'm a lonely traveler, bones drip marrow in catheters,  Corroded livers smoke and quiver beneath the sounds of harrowing laughter  Foment disaster, people shouting "Build that wall,"  They must be plastered, we last for half the revolution  Before asking Master, we figure it's faster  Lips to the mastermind give service, nervous perpetrators' purpose  Is to hurt this holy healing halo with harangues in cursive  Sang from birth, kid, now we silent, deafened, blind, and wordless,  Like it's worthless to mix words with beats without guaranteed purchase  Barkin lyrics like orders, don't give a fuck about borders,  Don't think for a sec this is objective--I ain't a reporter  I work hard, I play god, don't tell me don't quit my day job,  I spit with the real rap gift like Christmas, yeah, so haters, take off  This is the bloody version, cut up ya buddy version,  Bareback, uncensored, doggystyle, slutty version  If you're offended, I guess that's fuckin tough,  You wanna be sharp, you gotta rub against something rough! 

I put my thoughts onto paper or wax for you to read or hear  I wanna staple these tracks to ya forehead till you heed me clear  A politician's main and only goal is just to feed the fear  While evangelists brainwash you in order to keep you near  Now which one of these is a test of ya faith in Jesus  And which one is merely just babblings from a heathen  Or perhaps this world's suffering a lapse in reason  And soon songs like this one might be considered treason  There's a season for everything, or so they like to tell you  Or at least there'll always be one for bullshit they wanna sell you  They can smell you for miles if you're a sucker, so I delve through  The mysteries of history, nearly drove myself to Bellevue  Couldn't believe the inhumanity of which we're all capable  No matter who you are, your inherent insanity's inescapable  It's debatable whether I'll ever really be paid in full  So I stay on the daily grind to feed my mind, it's insatiable!  I rock mics in battles, bars, nightclubs, and in colleges  I'll fuck up your shit like a Tourette's-ridden scatologist  Let's abolish this wack nonsense from our acknowledgement  Sucker, duck down if you don't wanna get hit with all this spit!  I'm bombin it, dominant like the U.S. military  They say it's to protect our people, but still, it's scary  Cuz I don't believe in "our people" or "their people," I'm wary  Of anyone with a gun in one hand and the Virgin Mary  In the other, it's crazy, I say, please, peep this, brother:  We keep on preaching freedom while conceding, peace we smother  The army be recruitin poor kids under deepest cover,  Which paves the way to a day of grief for another sleepless mother  I don't believe that God ain't there, I just don't believe in prayer,  And I would be naive to believe that life will always be fair  On the eve of your destruction, count the few who really care,  And among the three, count me as one of the ones who is aware  I stay sharper than a razor blade refined a thousand times  But I don't need to tell you that, man, just listen to these mounting rhymes  Count the times I slip up when you hear me spouting lines  And you'll see that it ain't many, as I constantly reroute my mind  Devoutly time every single message that I give you  Ask a lot of questions, answers come from what I live through  Continue to filter out the nonsense like a sieve (true!)  And got something to say about nearly every issue  I wish you could see what I see, but where would that leave us?  Without different opinions, the conformity would be grievous  Assimilation doesn't work, society can't achieve this  Peace and unity we preach without discarding the needless  For those who don't know, I mean politicians who control  Nearly every aspect of your life without getting ya say-so  Take no prisoners, don't be afraid to explode  In the face of all these fakes who wanna make you haul the next load  Of bloody bodies murdered in the fight to get they life back  So many strong black men weakened or dead from smoking white crack  Like throwin rocks at caged people and claiming that they like that,  We invade, take all the resources, and say, "Hey, we'll be right back!"  First in words like "aardvark," shifty like a card shark,  I be forsakin emcees, leave em quaking in they Carhartts  Got to crawl, then walk, before you learn to make a car start,  But learning to live without oil, that's gonna be the hard part  Start smart and end that way, never gonna give up  To your expectations I'll continually live up  Cut you with my observations, sharper than a shiv, what?  You got something to say? Then don't hesitate to get up! 

These cats is just askin to get they asses handed to them I'll make time witcha girl, fuck up ya world in the interim I sent to them an offer that they cannot refuse With my trues, yes indeed, and the new ones, too I blew on through from 612 to 212 I check my area like De La do Suckas come around me tryna rhyme and shit, But I don't think they really know just what time it is It's time for intimate, intricate 'illoquies shatterin Images bled by the brains that been battered in, Only enough to keep climbin the ladder is Not how I want to live But I got nothin to show for the love, And it's all fallin down on my head from above, And I'm tryin hard not to be stubborn, but what's In the mouth of a horse with gifts?  Whether I kick it fast or slow, you bastards know I be the nicest Clappin for a wack-ass show is cashed, my flow is priceless Go on and getcha fame, try and getcha little name, But you fuckin up the game like Archer does to ISIS I've saved some money from the fact that I ain't got kids, But just enough that I can't say that I ain't got shit, And I was just kiddin when I said I'm pickin pockets, But please believe me when I tell you I am not rich, But I'm rippin this shit and just spittin ridiculous, Flippin the script on illiterate idiots, Thicken the scripture, don't fit the description of Simperin simpletons, simply the sickest, kids! When I hit the stage, y'all gonna remember it I blow that shit up like the date was November 5th!

PHILLIP MORRIS: Now is justice the art which gives good to friends and evil to enemies, Or nothing else in the interest of the stronger people? How many belligerent Republicans have read Plato's Republic? Probably little to none of them. The President belittles the public and gets away with it Voting really doesn't work in these days, and it Pains my soul to even have to say this shit Slave in the matrix, still set upon makin a statement And I'll never fake it until I make it, Rather put em on blast and post it Even though they can erase it Niggas set up as weak, language is faded, I got my mind organized, feng shui is amazing Everything is in place now Everything I write these days I'll be damned if my lovely mama ain't proud I am often overlooked like the performance of Ryan Reynolds in the movie Safe House. Republican tears, cryin over less rules When I fuckin appear, I'm cryin over Deadpool Plus I can't respect a President with bad hair, But go ahead and introduce him with the fanfare. HOOK:  Music is kinda like the drugs and the beer,  It helps us to escape all our troubles and fears,  And we ain't all about that pain and suffering here,  But we love the taste of Republican tears.  Fox News steady pumpin that fear,  Spreadin lies to keep god-king Trump in the clear,  And we ain't all about that pain and suffering here,  But we love the taste of Republican tears.  TOM SWIFTY:  My social media feed is half outraged, half complacent,  And the ones without the attention span to be pissed have white faces  I ain't saying they racist, just apathetic and so defensive  Hate to admit we still benefit from a system built on human enslavement,  And even after that you can trace the path of progress  By who's finally startin to get a bit more and who has still got less  Sometimes a new system gets put in place to fill up the spot left  Rich, white men still keep slaves in the prison-industrial complex.  Some forms of change is just more of the same  Soldiers still decorate their uniforms with foreigners' brains  That's if they get close enough, most of em just push buttons,  Playing video games with other lives that don't mean nothin to them,  But if they kill a friend by accident, they might just get  A feelin that perhaps this end is classified as righteous death  Who decides your laws? Who makes your religion?  Maybe they be playin puppeteer with precision  Unoriginal philosophies say drop to ya knees for property  Hypocrisy is rampant, we stay lampin--that's a policy!  Me? I talk a big game, but need to get back to livin it  Writin a song for the cause ain't really much more than slacktivism--I admit it!  HOOK DICK V:  I'm searching for freedom; a meaningful place  Where peaceful people lead the way and this epidemic's at bay.  We ain't got time here to waste our lives fearing  Policies monopolies and following tears.  I got a trail of my own, so let me let it be known,  I'm better sent to the hole than elected senator or president; still better than those  We sent to meddle in homes and make America great again. I'm betting they don't.  Plus it wasn't great in the first place  Unless you love money, white people and birth rates.  It's like a date rape turned to a relationship.  I love my country but the history just makes me sick.  Fuck your pride; not just this administration.  I don't fly a flag because I understand we're not the greatest.  In fact we're subpar, unhealthy as a nation,  Playing games with people's hearts; upcharging every patient.  Better pages written after now than back then.  I refuse to live my greatest days in past tense.  Let's strike a match stick, burn them down with fact checks,  Learn them how to have respect and purge them like we have sense.  No greater time to rebuild than in this moment. I feel the average citizen's intelligent and relevant still.  Instead of testing everyone's will;  Question the debt and the bills. Question the threats and the kills.  Question the sentences condemning desperate men to live ill.  Question the benefits executives collect on the hill.  Live with benevolence, except when ripping limbs from the system.  Dismember the fed and put an end to politicians. HOOK

SON OV SAM:  Money money, these rappers claim gully gully No warring faction they master is buddy buddy  Now you looking like 69 in the pen Cause every time you lose a dollar you end up losing a friend  Imma bruise and offend all you noobs who attend  How you sign a 360 you look stupid again 40 acres and a mule for a Sambo ass nigga Uncle Sam looking at you like you Rambo assed nigga  I want money like Abba with less stamina  I want money like Pamela less managers Now ya wallets like 99 of the problems 22 was the catch with 90 cent worth of product  Mo money the mo problems you get  If you never heard from Big than you'll probably regret I don't really understand insurmountable debt  That powder room shit that got Wesley sniped over it  HOOK:  They try to make you climb the ladder, try to take ya shine,  Sayin it's a waste of time, but it's all a waste of time  Whatever it is, kid, reach for the sky, and remember:  Do or do not, there is no try  They don't respect you 'less you speak that proper grammar  They be callin it conscious rap, but I like it kinda gangsta  For what's right you know you gotta get up, stand up,  But money was, is, and always will be propaganda!  TOM SWIFTY:  I see beyond the tunnel vision of the sleepy, sheepish masses  I'm reminded your mind's been blinded so rewind and put on the glasses  Ain't on no gangsta rap shit, but I will say fuck a snitch  If you turn ya homie in, that's what makes you an accomplice  I promise I'd never call the cops for nothin short of rape,  And even then I'd do something myself before they arrive late  Obey, Consume, and Stay Asleep on every billboard, it's true  You watch TV so much you can't see it's watching you  Data-mining everything you hear or touch or see  Puttin advertising into hidden scenes inside your dreams  You might believe you be controlling destiny,  But that's a testament, you see, to how well they hide the seams  Lady Liberty, stupid bitch lied to me  I oppose this propaganda violently  Money is your god and it demands a sacrifice,  So you throw away your dreams and punch that clock for half your life.   HOOK  CARNAGE THE EXECUTIONER: You tried shaming me... Because I left my city to bargain with my artist gift Now askin’ how many attend in markets that I’ve targeted? ...Then I’ll become a jerk, when I tell a promoter A door-deal for a 10-hour drive isn’t gonna work Even excelled in how to crush cowards As an expert, who studied for ten-thousand-plus hours Time is money to come with real life topics If you ONLY stream for free it kills my pockets Tried to be a home owner couldn’t afford the mortgage had to Abort it, now, they’re inclining my rent Gotta be wealthy to eat healthy, want to have a salad Mad ‘cuz a burger & fry is only ninety-nine cents Abide by the law so I don’t become a fatality At the hand of a cop with a salary paid by my family What happens on our soil? Embarrassin’ scenes American SCHEME? Or American dream?! HOOK

HOOK:  (Today) Ain't no different from yesterday, it's just the same, really,  When you get down to it, but (Today)  Is all we got, so we gotta make it hot,  Yeah, we get down to it, what? [x2]  EROK FORET: Dream [today] For a better tomorrow, Let's get swept up in our hopes, a little less far to go [today] If yesterday was spent this way, But we got rent to pay [today] Trickin the mind to worship nickels and dimes When there isn't the time [today] Change, we need it [today] Not in some faraway, unpromised one comment feeble, Let's be honest, people [today] It's embarrassing, carelessly prepared to keep racing For less air to breath [today] Bickering hard, we should be filtering smog, It's time the kids are in charge [today] But the truth about [today] Is hard to swallow, swim the shallow Waters hollow, still lost the battle, that's [today] Single mothers drink to mingle, Homeless masses, one-finger cymbal, that's [today] Who's the quickest to pick up the picket signs And who will get in line? That's [today] Live, live, live... HOOK SEE MORE PERSPECTIVE: It ain't a small task, Composed when you fall flat, Breathin through the pain, Drippin blood and all that To keep it real when deep fear is on blast, Such a bitter truth from such a small flask Ain't easy to see, even less to admit to it, Something you can't understand 'less you really been through it Something in the air, something in the vibe Isn't what we're tryin to find even if we never hide it Is it a lie denied behind eyelids? Is it still true if it resides inside silence? Disguised by the high, subsiding where the violence is Aggression of condescension from the highnesses Lurkin round edges, wrapped in that abrasion A phantom of the opera read, a ghost of admiration A smokin gun? Nope, a trail from the flare flung Reoccurring accident we too afraid to run from. HOOK  TOM SWIFTY:  Wasted away, faded to grey  Feels like I've been placed in this play just to face  A parade of mistakes spectators can taste,  An array of insane meditations on space,  But I'm saved by the grace. Hastily chased away  Nascent escapes from this nation's debates.  Tastefully named and encased in a framed,  It'd be safer to say I was made for this game  But a taste of the fame [today] ain't what it used to be,  I'm used to seein' youth just bein' youth  Trying to erase the mundane [today] and every day  That they livin' through, it's given to em, true, and yes,  It's chastely displayed [today] in a glass case guarded  By card-holding reps of the decayed and the lame  Of [today] They're yesterday's great martyrs  Who started with hearts chartered by the  Naval brigades of [today] Yesterday it was the army,  Tomorrow you'll be a body in a decorated grave,  But [today] you're just an a-hole prayin'  He ain't a scapegoat in training, but there  Ain't no complaining, not [today]  Not today, no, not today, save it for a later date,  Now take all the blame, kid [today] What? You thought it's gonna be different, yo, Didn't you know... HOOK

Once in a distant land, a whispering man passed on a tale To the next man, to the next woman, to the next child without fail, And now I pass it on to you in the hopes to teach, or to Enrich your soul, or entertain you at least... Once there was a criminal who, as criminals often do, Committed a crime and was placed before a magistrate in judgment true. Upon proclaiming him guilty in a rich and booming voice, The magistrate offered the criminal the following choice: "Behind this door," he said, pointing, "lies that of which you're unsure. "In my other hand I hold the rope I'll use to hang you and make you pure. "To be absolved of your crime, I offer you this simple rhyme, "And I hope you have the wisdom to choose, or maybe you will in time..." The criminal was given a day in which to ponder what choice to make, And he was wise enough to know that you can't eat it first and then have your cake. The decision he'd make was binding, there was no chance of rewinding, And if he chose the door, he thought, the magistrate wouldn't decline to bring Terrors worse than death from behind it, and he'd surely find it Worse for having perceived the contract's outcome when he signed it. In the morning the criminal was sobbing when the magistrate called him And asked him what choice he'd made about the fate that would befall him. The criminal was terrified of the door because he was so sure That behind it lay 700 or more different kinds of torture. The images of which he'd conceived the night before left him with no hope So with tears in his eyes he resigned himself to his fate and chose the rope. The magistrate laughed and said, "In all my years of magistrating, "Everyone has always chosen the rope with little debating. "And now I'll tell you the punchline since you soon will be dead: "The door leads to freedom, but everyone's so afraid of the unknown "They choose death instead."

VERSE 1: The timing was perfect for me, bad for her, plus I'm sure There were at least a dozen other factors It's the same old story, y'all, The same one that's been passed down since time immemorial She said she never stopped adorin me, There's just some feelings that she can't explore with me, At least for the time bein, I'm seein My doom, losin my angel while at war with my demons, So, yeah, you mean a lot to me, but right now, you got me Wishin I could get you out my head with a lobotomy Late at night, can't fight this old feelin, Workin on healin my soul, but there's a hole in the ceilin, And these thoughts of you keep leakin in I'm trying to understand this, but havin a hard time even believin it Just when I thought we were closer than ever, All of a sudden, I guess it's over forever. CHORUS: Ya know, it's hard lovin her when she don't love you, But sometimes it's even harder when she do, Stuck in that F-word situation, can't kick it, Can't quit her, can't get rid of this addiction. [x2] VERSE 2: I miss you a lot, I wish we could talk, Pain in my brain and I wish it would stop, It's such a shame to maintain as if it is not Plaguin my every thought, our last kiss in the dark Maybe I'm missin the mark, but I believe That everything that you are is just right for me I just wish this would work out, the sooner the better, Cuz right now I feel like I could wait forever, And that ain't no productive way to go, But the pain is seductive, it takes control, And leaves me feelin unrehearsed and untrue, Prepared for the worst, this curse ain't somethin I can undo, And I guess that makes me strong, but What good is that when everything's constantly goin wrong? If you're listenin to this song, I know you know who you are, And I know you also know I love you.

TOM SWIFTY:  I'm an alien scientist, blowing rails in violent,  Antisocial, sociopathic, criminal environments  No rest for the wicked, but your chest can get split, kid,  If ya step to me mean, I'm zestfully clean, ya nitwit!  Meticulously delivering every insane syllable I can conceive  In order to achieve the sight of you and your kinfolk quivering  Inhibiting idiots from spreading illegitimate opinions  As news till the distinction between truth and fiction makes no difference.  Flows babblin, roads traveled in decades, tryna get paid, don't worry,  It's a loaded javelin toss, gotta handle the cost, grab your nest-egg and scurry  By the time you realize you been blinded by the shine of too many good times,  You've already signed away your life on the bottom line of the document of your demise. TRUTH MAZE: Loud pack neo flow My anarchy poetry Rapture rocks the whole geo Captain Planet Silver surfer of the circuitry Stainless steel soliloquy  Spitter of sharp cutlery Man, I'm a real emcee  Cook up the culture  As if my art was the culinary  Yes, Chef Truth Maze Ski Hits you with mental stencils  Inspired by Banksy ORIKAL UNO: God number last name, shatterin' your glass brain ORIKAL UNO and I does the damn thing Mad style and pizzazz, left a burner on my last train Dipped out quick, and made a cop pull a hamstring  Inner city street lights got me feelin' right Soakin' up the sights, while I'm rollin' the dice Never sell my soul; I keep my soul in the mic Take flight; getting higher with the more that I write (Alright) SON OV SAM:  Son oV Samuel The animal Flannel wearing intangible  Hannibal mind mechanical Banana clips in ya man'll blow I write the songs something like Barry Manilow You sang along like karaoke when men elope Look I'm on a T. Swift song Telling T. Swift blond She better have that T swift gone  Quick to pitch and hit the skinny bitch with a clean Teflon And look at T. Swift  Like "How you left the beat left on?"  CAPACITI:  Capaciti crafting a masterpiece  After these bars heads nod bouncin like a trampoline park  Adrenaline sparked my medicine it gets turned on  Light bulb like Edison I invented a thought  Intending to drop a paragraph a pterodactyl  No careless acts when I rap I tear it apart  In every sentence said not alone in my head  I spit these verses so you can remember me when I'm dead! (That's art!) KATANA DA DON:  I kill bitches  When I spill sickness I'm Viola Davis  Dirty nurse with pill switches How I keep losin my patience All u ever do is say shit I'm movin thru the matrix Me and my Hecatomb assailants  Aint no failin just smooth sailin Or I'm impaling  Never waitin to exhale shit Straight annihilation So u can hold this L bitch Tales crypt Melt scripts  Selfish with who I tell shit Buildin Stack to the ceilin  You jealous gettin yo nails did  DISPUTEONE:  Last call for alcohol and a free rhyme In under a minute I can get in it with my free time Freeze And I ain't talkin a dance step For automatic lyrics that I spit like a bomb threat They far from original with gimmicky concepts And hardly advanced when it comes to the raw shit We ain't the ones you wanna test in a cipher Hecatomb, let it be known: off of the dome viper DANIELLE CHERI:  The sun tastes sour today  Single eye squinting  Couple of kids grinning  As I slip away I never remember a word you say When you talk like that  Sarcasm dripping from your lips Disguised as something sweet  Your tongue tastes sour today  Go ahead  Grin  Grin again while I slip away  Ain’t nothin new about it lately  TOM SWIFTY:  The greatest things I've ever done are yet to come  Shout-out to the old crew, DRS, I'm set to stun  And I'll drink some wine with ya  All these people here together'd make a fine picture  Freestyle, speak rhymes, it's a divine ritual  Even if it never made none of us a dime richer,  I'd still be the baddest up in this shit like Gaston  I rip through every verse like it's my first or it's my last one  I'm gone! 

TOM SWIFTY:  Pushin pain back, he walks train tracks and waits for the best to get better  He don't believe in laws, but he's obsessed with letters  He tested better than most, but fell off in school,  Incensed, unfettered by hosts who led off with rules  That he couldn't obey, failure prolonged his stay  Until he fell, to hell with it is all he could say  Let's call it a day, he's fallen away from where his moms stay  His first taste of nothin left to lose, like the song say,  And he's waiting for fading talents making way for nascent statements,  Saving face and breaking stakes to stay above his station,  And he's racing, tracing lazy footprints in the sand,  Saving paper, chasing favors, trying to not be like his dad,  And he's facing past mistakes he made when things were sacred,  But he's lost his way to stay within the safety of his nature,  So he wavers, contemplates and takes a brand-new savior,  Paints his brain with H and hates and breaks to sublimate his hatred,  And he's gone.  SCARLET MONK:  Gone, baby, gone... So gone, baby, gone... Excuse me... Do I know you? Thought I knew you... Looking through you... Now you're gone... Gone, baby, gone... All the faces look the same And I can't recall your name All the faces look the same And I can't recall (can't recall) [x2] TOM SWIFTY: When she met him there was so much life inside him Made her feel like she could envision a life beside him From life's madness he tried to find an asylum By diving inside the most beautiful mind he could find and She reciprocated, hoping she could change him, But ultimately knowing they were both of a different nature Opposites attract, but that attraction can fade, In his passion he made some mistakes, but he thought he'd fix it later She was a morning person, a go-getter, Told her he could make a lunch date at noon, she knows better An hour late's more what she got accustomed to, And tempers are combustible when faced with forever But she's grateful for the little things, like when they had heat in the winter, Or when she didn't see roaches while she's eatin her dinner Hard livin, but they had each other then, Now he tries to reach her and the sign reads "Gone Fishin'" But she gave him his chance, it was a long audition Over time, started feelin like he'd lost his ambition Both such artists, once lovers at dawn, Each thinkin what they'd write about the other when the other was gone. SCARLET MONK:  Gone, baby, gone... So gone, baby, gone... So gone....