Living life in a time lapse Visit Christ if you vibe that Or, your spirit lies where your minds at Getting live with the dime sack We making sure that you gon’ feel it in your chest So let it ride out And if the pacin’ of the words, make you feel a bit perplexed Then you ain’t knowing what the rhyme ‘bout Feel a Lil’ Boosie, gon’ and wipe me down Nik Lee so Bruce, he gonna fight me now But if the gates close and he strike me down I let him take my soul, and we gon’ light the crown, erugh The life I’m living ain’t a musical fling, It’s a beautiful thing It’s a beautiful thing It’s a beautiful thing The life I’m living ain’t a musical fling, It’s a beautiful thing It’s a beautiful thing It’s a beautiful thing Coming from the land of the sun Hit an ace and the advantage is one Marooned on the verge, of being stranded and run Jeru a nigga verse, then I Damaja funds Fluent with the verbs, nouns, adjective, puns The music is a language we bump So put the phone away, like when the manager comes I think your bandwith is up The next “Nick” from SD, without a Cannon or drums Me and my kid’ll be the next Sanford & Son Try and ride on first whim, then they panic and run They chances Iceberg Slim, the Titanic has sunk The life I’m living ain’t a musical fling, It’s a beautiful thing It’s a beautiful thing It’s a beautiful thing The life I’m living ain’t a musical fling, It’s a beautiful thing It’s a beautiful thing It’s a beautiful thing (repeat)

And you know that when I spit it’s Often acidic, I’m offin’ the critics, who started Talking flow is off but when I’m on just admit it That you in awe at the digits of bars I spawn in a song And when I offer a snippet, you loggin’ on for a minute (Picture that) Wonder why I’m going off and I’m hidden (In Pitch Black) These lyrics how I Chronicle Riddick You could prop your positions, and take a shot at decisions Try and lock your opinions, but it’s just not as efficient In the dark that I’m livin’, my mind is off in the distance Trying to comp with the -tition, because the songs are so different Dogg Poundin’ the chickens, and barkin’ loud ‘cause I’m vicious But still he scoffin’ at the thought of not expoundin’ his visions Get out ‘cause I’m In It, Up in the crowd of musicians He stand in juxtaposition, And all the fucks that he’s given Will show that nothing he written, could be flooded with fibbin’ Or got the substance of fiction, never flunkin’ the quizzes, Disturbed but he Stricken, and gettin’ Down the Sickness Heard he explicit, because the loud on the hitlist And all these niggas gettin’ molliwhopped They up in outer space? Probably not Jump in place like an ollie pop Melt your face like a Dali clock, fuck… Money’s power. You bummy? Hit the showers In the lab for half an hour, we hit the flowers Dump the clams up in the chowder. Up on the counter They on loud? But we a little louder (x2) (Jay Fila) We the loudest, vision was so astounding You ain’t really about it, I leave these bitches in silence So can we manage the quiet? Blowing down the levels Jay Fila go harder than heavy metal with the devil I’m reveling in the infamy, destroy my enemies Whoever sent for me, I turn them into centipedes Meaning I make eat my shit and lick my ass Told you we the loudest, we ain’t talking nickel bags, this that This that ounce shit, you gon’ need some counselin’ Mentally disturbed, that’s how you leaving when you found this Louder than houses, ransackin’ your houses I leave these cowards by the thousands, drownin’ In my wave, these bitches should behave You wanna play and now you layin’ in your grave No delay, no hesitating today You lucky that you awake when I say what I say, ah!

New pair of them Old Skools I, blew air that could choke you Probably, impairing all my vocals Calling, warfare like a moat do My niggas boutta peak, when the slope new If y’all asleep, dn ima woke you R&B, Grant Green, ‘cause my “Note Blue” Hard to see, can’t read? Then I’ma show you Poppin like popular people racin’ Paul Walking and offin’ ‘em in them Asics Aaron Paul, I’m appalled that you couldn’t face it Blow the call, look at all of the peoples faces Different track, same drawl, looking past the fact Flip a sack, same dollar for the cash you stack Sippin lac, head trauma, blowing hash and wax Thinking back when all I wanted was some razzmatazz West coast for the sunsets Moet toast for the success My whole city coming up next My whole city coming up next (x2) Cold chillin’, we Coachillin’, fella Confused up at the fact that I say hella Prolific, Hieroglyphics, Della Losing like you tried to marry Stella We wasn’t left at the altar Hockey checks, fuck a dollar Revolver dead snapped on a Walker So we, Breaking Bad, no Walter Leave ‘em chilling on the roof, spilling forty proof Head up in the ceiling watching Toy Story 2 Forget like Dory do, watching Maury too S-s-stutter from the tripping, like the way that Porky do This is pretty far from that’s all folks Barely getting started, with the bath salt flows The asphalt shows the way I crack y’all skulls And the hash, pot blown, until it trash like mulch West coast for the sunsets Moet toast for the success My whole city coming up next My whole city coming up next (x2) Saying he’s too random? You hot gassed like Plankton (x4)

Tryna kill some time up on these slow beats Holdin’ ‘em for weeks like a Togepi My hard drive is where I hold heat Gettin’ cold feet, nope that ain’t the old me Ready to Rumble, for probably nine weeks Making ‘em humble, call me the Iron Shiek Raised in a hustle, still tryna find me Made in the jungle, the feral child eats! Lieutenant Dan with the half stumps Hadoken with the dragon punch Breaking bricks for amusement and I’m cracking up Making picks on Sega Drive in Madden ’91 Always tryna tell the people who the bad ones Keep your food for thought, bruh, I brought my own sack lunch Suspicious of the way that I be glad, some Shit you won’t believe like Owen Wilson hittin’ back blunts [Hook x2] Oh you that tight, smoking on that half pipe Blunts backside, got me thinking (yeah right!) My nigga that’s nice, tryna get that ass like Hit em with the mag lite, got me thinking (yeah right!) Dag nabbit, this cat is back at it On 5th ave, in Attic, an addict for the fashion Fanatic, you shouldn’t stop him Not wishin’ that I could cop it I did it, I’m never stoppin’ Them 9’s I got ‘em in Olive And all of ‘em, break the wallet I’m coming up on a come down The rumor has come to sun now, I use a boomer in Gunbound With the aim bots, and the wall hacks Headshots with a choppa, I’m on all maps You MF’s in DOOM, we creep through in All Caps Headed to Zumiez, I see you with the mall grabs Piledrivers from a man who dressed in all black Same year Schneider brought a Cannon into All That So popular, so special Binoculars, and aviator caps up on my temple We dropped a verse, and froze like a head stone We shot the bird ‘cause Stone Cold said so [Hook x2] Oh you that tight, smoking on that half pipe Blunts backside, got me thinking (yeah right!) My nigga that’s nice, tryna get that ass like Hit em with the mag lite, got me thinking (yeah right!)

Sip the 40 Oz Ask the homie if he know me If he don’t, then it’s all G Leave him sleep on he, please, we You forgot that I was bout it, huh? Go and ease the silence up, I’m wilin’ like a bachelor And shouts to all my Travelers They, heard the vernacular, I’m Dodgin’ all my Challengers ‘Cause we don’t ever see that Where the Febreeze at? You waking from weed nap Woulda swore it was a relapse Looking for the Keef pack, thinking he should Chief that Dropping lines like a Tombstone Think you diggin’ in the crates, but you mining for some Fool’s Gold And I’m flyin’ on my two soles Thinkin’ ‘bout the day when I could finally cop the Hublot The top spot getting harder to reach Watch me, barter a beat, I’m slaughtering beef With the iron to your noggin, I’m a barber for free Then I, Dr. Carter, try to solder your teeth When I call a Mrs. Officer she stopping with ease Slow talker, no talking when she rocking the sheets Globetrotter, hope Nada cop the tropical seeds Tryna make that thang bob, where your follicles be, please Sip the 40 Oz Ask the homie if he know me If he don’t, then it’s all G Leave him sleep on he, please, we (x2)

[VERSE 1, "Highlarious"] Hot as an otter pop Feelin’ froggy finna go and flick your father off Do the mambo number 5 and try to slaughter cots Need a follow by the night, so now we poppin’ rocks Get the towel, finna dry and get the water off Call a foul, watch you cry and try to walk it off Been a while since he layed it up from on the block Cuz of the style, getting paid enough to call the shots (At the top we chillin’!) Getting top cuz the topic is so explicit It’s the Roc! But we rock it with No Limits She sippin ‘notiq, but not if we po’ Henny (Oooh wee! Nine five plus fo- pennies) Using my nine lives for mo’ Remy Abuse a high, cyanide, I’m so skinny I guess if I find a ride, I’m going in it [HOOK x2] Ha ha ha haaaaa (I’m highlarious) Ha ha ha haaaaa (I’m highlarious) Ha ha ha haaaaa (I’m highlarious) Put myself in the music I’m vicarious [VERSE 2] A caged animal Maybe satanical, rapping actually passable Writing is like a radical, knifing them with the tactical Call him a cannibal, gnawing right through your clavicle Awe-in up at the magical, polishing up his capitol Copping enough botanical, coughing up at the Mandible Claw like Mankind, falling on the thumb tacks One Beer, One Mic, 1 Thing, this one rap Bottom I started at, holla I squalla back Keying cars of who ain’t cautious where they parking at Hardest at barking raps, farmer’s market I’m starving at Hollering at your daughter, yes pardon darling I’m calling back (Yo where the ballers at?) Like 90’s Jerry Lawler, you jobbin’, to get a dollar back Running it like a soccer match, come in clutch like a heart attack This slobber knocker’s a Rocker Dropper, where Marty at? (Jannetty!) [HOOK X2] [VERSE 3, "Switch Worlds"] ou know something Mean Gene They didn’t make it to the show, it was a clean sweep Fix the Matrix, now we rolling up on dream street Crash into a spaceship, read em and weep Get the name of the insurance that he using Referring to the claim, the work emerging through the music The purpose is the same, the words discerning him as brutish The furnace burning through the tunic I feel like Shawn Michaels in the earrings with the crosses Costing you the title, interfering in your losses Honoring the cycle, I be steering to the profits, while I’m Watching all my idols disappearing into coffins [VERSE 4] Rhymes running deeper than the surface, probably sittin’ in the mantle Ripping through the verses, ankle locking Kurt’s angle Doing him a service, he was wilin’ at Barona Mocha almond rocha, doing coke in the toyota My life’s purpose is a legal tender Speaking French that I be learning watching Dexter (Omelette du fromage) crew is ob-taining cheddar Room applauds when we cruising through the fuselage Making sure I get the aisle seat, I wanna stretch both legs when the flight leaves I know you said no flex when I write these So you, protect all your pipe dreams Beavis schemin’, Butthead thinks it’s a mirage Revis in the corner getting picks up on the ball Touch down, forty ticks on the clock Porky pig send me off

Cut, that’s a wrap The shit he spit ain’t hard to believe and that’s a fact Just hoping karma coming to me, because the dreams That he dropping over keys will be action packed These dope lines that stem from my brain cells Are so hot, they singe, like I gave hell Just sit back, press play and watch your face melt, Big Poppa Pump, I be flexin’ in this chain mail Switching and quickening up the pace While they digging and bidding on fake Bapes Sipping on the moet, You tripping and so vexed So wet, I be swimming , they sink in the Great Lakes Peter Griffin, they living’s a mistake The existence of Lincoln to this day The reason I got the chance, and meaning that this man Can, slam it like Blake when he speak on a mixtape The type of track that be sealing his fate Never know he hit an 8th, he concealing his state The meaning is so vague, I’m beaming, they opaque All talk, no base, like eating with no plate But nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves Nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves I said nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves Nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves Take me to your leader Chug a liter, then I’m breaking through your speaker Fly low, all I need is a Brainfeeder To satisfy the hunger, I’m a real brain eater Pick apart the mind, rip apart thoughts Considering the time, discarding all the flaws Oooh, what a rush, like Animal and Hawk Bring a Legion of Doom, when the cannibal stalks Nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves So we taking back our freedom, then we run from the bulls Quaking at the heathens, but they paying him full ‘Cause they realize the deacon really play em for fools That ain’t a dig ‘Cause what you hearing like a brick Truth serum with the shits A worm in your ear that’ll stick But nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves Nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves I said nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves Nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves

[VERSE 1, "Expensive Wine Tasting] Memories in the ash tray Making moves so I’ll reside where the cash stay And if it’s going I’ma follow, drop the bottle No moscato, wallowing, alive up on arrival Wipe my lips then I flick it to the side Tripping from the ride, ‘cause we hit too many speed bumps Drunk, just my luck, I’m in the back Sticking to the facts, when I’m sippin’ from a flask I’m gone like a Diglet using dig Sinking like a ship, it’s just a figment of my id Crash into an iceberg, just to find out what the Ice worth, name of the game still lightworks That’s James Yancey, I got max HP like a Chansey, up the Ante, take my talents to Miami, ~two grammy’s, it’s uncanny~ (uh) This ain’t December but I’m feeling like the Mr. Hankey [HOOK, X2] First dinner, last supper A little slimmer than the last summer, so I be struttin’ through the promenade, palm trees, a little R&R Propellin’ him to elegant, tellin ‘em au revoir [VERSE 2] Taking lessons and learning the proper etiquette Table settings and serving the lobster delicate Engine revving, we swerving, so go and tell a friend That it’s the essence of burning the proper sedatives Wild nights, crew shit Childlike, too lit Guile-like, sonic boom hits And a vial of that vital where the moon sits Planting seeds so I could get up in them tulips Slanted speech that mix the cadence of when DOOM spits Likened to the streets, I’m describing what I see Writing like I’m Michael, Ye, Curren$y and Lil B Let em know that you be feeling all the chill shit Seeing ghosts, I’m on my Pokemon, Silph shit Better understand how I kilt this, And these haters never had a chance, they on some world cup Brazil shit [HOOK, x2] First dinner, last supper A little slimmer than the last summer, so I be struttin’ through the promenade, palm trees, a little R&R Propellin’ him to elegance, and tell ‘em au revoir [VERSE 3, "Miss Softee] Double scoops of the cold s’mores Waffle cone cause it holds more, finish it or else The shit will hit the floor warm, you been forewarned And yes I hoard quarts Got the heaters for your pipe dreams And I do it for the Ice Cream Spittin’ sweeter than it might seem And I do it for the Ice Cream Driving down the block, thinking hi fiends And I do it for the Ice Cream Provide them with the stock, living my scheme And I do it for the Ice Cream

"Wish You Were Here" on the "Dark Side," it’s gettin’ hotter Take your daughter and throw her into some Roger Waters Expose her to psychadelics, she’ll wanna call her father Some "Animals" jump out "The Wall," and some "Midnight Marauders" Could take your wallet, and your Silkk, so go an meet the Shocker Feelin harmonic, the chronic could help us mix our chakras Sip the tonic, bubonic, because I’m sick and coughin’ Pier 39 with the chips and lobster Thirty bucks is something to me When I’m working 9-5, so I be up on a beat And I could do without a cuss in my speech But, how would I know if you was fuckin with me? My circle bout the size of a ring "Fly like a Eagle," if you minus the wings Feet still on the ground, beats ripple and pound "Good Vibrations," I could feel it in my fillings and crowns Art thou feeling it now? Mr. Krabbs admit to that, and now I’m killin’ the sound Mixin Outkast with Riff Raff, some melons and gin Put on some Diamond and you get the ATLien Twins What do I need? And all they tell me is flow Put the Keisha and the Sha up in the "Belly" and "Blow" Schemin’ up at five, at the telly and joke, ‘cause I see ya Instagram selfies and quotes And oooooo, you a cute lil thang Used to wanna be The Rock until I knew he was Dwayne And Davy just keep Jones-in away The Brady Bunch could probably use a lil’ Wayne Kirby made a brick when he fight Peach Dirty thoughts invading these nice dreams ~31 bars for every flavor of ice… cream

I bet y’all ain’t think that I could do it (I bet y’all ain’t think that I could do it!) When I die ima be married to the music It’s a beautiful thing It’s a beautiful thing! So I be asking where the hash at Then I could track it like a hash tag And I’ma bring you to the hash house Now we going over things that we should hash out Throwing in my chips and ima cash out Blowing on some shit to make you pass out Lungs all tar, but I’m the man now Now I’m an All Star, like Smashmouth The same case where the doobies at Rap game fake like a beauty pageant So I be dodging all the boobie traps I’m just tryna get my Scooby snacks! You dumb twisted, bum writtens One difference, I come winning ()The submission, I’m a-ddicted, living in a haze and I ain’t anything but gifted Focus when the vision getting blizzurd This be the dopest shit you hizzeard So when we parlay with the wizards The entree got you wishing for the desert