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!