Old School Sound Hook now when we ask for that old school sound, dont turn around, with them fake guns, they be soundin like verse 1 theres nothing subliminal, no i am not a criminal, lyrical bit satirical, not eager to meet the spiritual, hey, i have my reasons, struggled through all seasons, when i was broke i still got up and partied on the weekends, i partied just like the weeknd, only swam in the deep end, searching for girls whose freakin, all the drugs left me weakend, but seeking, a reason to consider myself a being, i ended up being a shell of myself what was i thinkin, but now i, got a little cash, started wondering if i was one to make it last, live life fast, and just as fast, you crash, your life could be remembered and forgotten that fast, you gamble, playing craps, your mind, creates gaps, your body, starts to collapse, and then i finally realized i just relapsed, just like that old school sound i was eager to bring it back, i was eager to bring it backhook Hook verse 2 being a little irresponsible, gets labeled a vice, fool me twice, sugar, spice, mixed with everything nice, take a power puff of that butter cup, all bubbles and bathe salts, and still we blossom like where never at fault, is it too much to ask for some paper to roll, snorting our soul, till our bankroll starts taking a toll, we bluff and we fold, with funds as big as texas on hold, thanks for giving, now where forced to take the turkey as cold, so now, your runnin outta cash, not a single doubt that you would blow it all fast, lived life fast, and just as fast, you crashed, that money was earned and then burned that fast, you struggle, to get it back, you hustle, then double that, you end up, caught in a trap, then you finally regret, and wish you could just get it back, just like tha told school sound you were eager to bring it back, i was eager to bring it back hook verse 3 i would love to come to conclusions, where nobody is losin, no body abusing, nobodys accusing any misusing, let me slow it down i know it sounds little confusing, failure, self destruction, addiction stir it in with the boozing, its easy to start refusing, hard once you start perusing, you start cruising, until your body it starts bruisin, no one thinks its amusing, choosing a time to start defusing, your losin excusing all of the signs that you might be abusin, so now, you got no cash, to build your self esteem you find a shorty you can smash, live life fast the least youll get is crabs, share a needle with a friend and thatll change fast, acute means your infected, chronic, youve reached the second, acquired means its a deathwish, you passed it to ones youve slept with, now its a wrap, just like that old school sound, you were eager to bring it back, i was eager to bring it back hook

Around Pt. II hook as the clock spins around here we go again, we all fall to the ground here we go again, when you drown no you dont make a sound, as dj’s tables go around here we go again, verse 1 i voice the words of the people, whod rather not share words, still around but the sequel, no strength behind there verbs, we were created equal, what do we call the disturbed? i’ll wear the straps and let you all sit down and observe, its all for nothing, we learn to practice that we really did not learn, concerned about whats not our concern, we unlearn, then bathe in it till were sun burned, im sick and tired, of being sick and tired, not really sick, or even tired, partially wired, now im a cryer, and recently almost fired, a liar preaching to the choir, embracing rings of fire, but if you donate now, and end your confusion with amen, payoff forgiveness with the same money that you were taught was sin, now i beg for a moment of silence, after this violence, closing my eyelids to everything causing all of these sirens, follow me to the promise land i come in peace but as a friend, just like the last messiah here we go again, Hook verse 2 i am that last messiah, peace came with a land full of promise, follow the sirens, try to follow closely, open your eyelids, the violence before the silence it teaches us sin, that money we take for forgiveness confuses amen, so we take but still deny rings of fire, we are the choir, moved by the liar recently hired, who seems tired, healthy but also a overly inspired, with his complexion that stays unturned, unlike the friar, who once learned, that the concern of others is now our concern, so we practice and all learn the things they want us to unlearn, all for a reason, ignore us but speak freely, labeled enlightened, and categorized let me be me, actions speaking as loud as, our verbs, go back in time for the prequel, we fight with weapons and words, because we are all just people, we are all still just people from beginning to end, just like the first messiah here we go again hook verse 3 in the chamber spin it round here we go again, heaven or hell carousel here we go again, mortar and pestle to make sure its all ground, as the clock goes around and around here we go again, we all fight for a crown here we go again, prometheus bound, here we go again, in silence all the weak must drown, as it all falls down and around here we go again, where theres no one around here we go again, we all follow a crowd here we go again, lost then found, we all follow a sound, cuz where nowhere bound and around here we go again

Lost Hook when a world we thought we knew, becomes so cold, where do the heroes go, Where are they now! where are they? where are they now! verse 1 what happened to bullies always fighting after school, or to the kids who got bullied also made a fool, how bout the kid including them we all thought was cool, who lost it all because he failed to follow a rule, or quiet ones we’d agree one day would pack a tool, burnout kids always sleepin in there own drool, wondering what could they all be up to, makes you wonder bout life, how can it be so cruel verse 2 Salute to those who gotta die to get some recognition, Salute to those who gotta die first to make a difference, Salute to those who gotta die to salute to those, who salute to those, who salute to those makin a pension, no disrespect if i forgot to mention, dont get offended use your intuition, or be that man on a mission, but if you care a little too much you might just end up missin hook

Some Time Hook Sometimes, promise to do better this time? mind if if i take up some of your time? but could you spare a bit of your time? well would you all look at the time Verse 1 a working class man, 5 day schedule, 2 days on call, so coffee he has several, pushing bout 80 hours, his body is beat, in this case, salary finds a way to prey on the weak, his kids are roaming the streets, They all have money to eat, mental appetites starve, but still hear bon appetite, personality weak, moms patience is weak, full pockets they all walk past the bums that lay on the street, knowing that spare change, wont change the way we see us, maybe crazy or lazy or they just dont see us, they say that theylll never be us, as if we wanted to be us, if we could free us, would it feel ok to only free us? and be that person giving spare change to what used to be us, no matter which side, we should all know how to treat us, actions go a long way in due time, we do shine, just when were not expecting us to shine sometimes, hook Verse 2 late 20's, never really left high school, uncool even in college was not the one too, speak out or even at all was first to run through, the hallways when getting made fun of, now lifes the one whose, pointing fingers getting its kicks, stones followed by the sticks, each day hoping some blows might miss, from the boss that used to be a jock, still as pissed, as the time he didnt make it on the varsity list, as pissed, as family members whose judgment persists, negative reinforcement theyd gladly insist, controlled or uncontrolled substances were a hit or miss, side effects that reap the glory stealing all of the bliss, or sharing all of the hits, through gossip or through the grape vine, guilty of the making things worse for just a little shine, Masochist and an addict, forced gradually throughout time, doesnt mean its not whats always on ones mind, Hook Verse 3 A lower class man born into racism, Hes way different product of a different statism, He thinks givin in to thanksgivin creates schism, And criticism breeding hate unless its tourism, His family tryna get to his kids, He cant just change where he lives, He hates hearing that "it is what it is" He knows its true but also knows it could be coffins or shivs, Do you leap? Or just continue with the family biz, So whose wrong, the insider born into the fight, Whose wrong, the outsider whose certain hes right, Whose wrong, both sides are fighting changes in life, We're all wrong! we label everything whats black and whats white, Its always wrong vs right, we fear first then we fight, Im only human is enough for me to not be polite, We all point but we all cant walk in a straight line, We save time, leavin it for those who can make time, Hook

Bazaar verse 1 people tryna to get the picture, thats abstract, a reason to coexist, an then its ransacked, just fight fire with fire, thats why we fire back, 2 hands up, raise the roof or you wind up flat, this is the plan of attack, our time to react on these tracks, spend all em racks, cook up crack, drink cognac, a born sinner minus the sales never a winner, can still remember a time i couldnt afford dinner, back to bars, each punch, comes with a shot, no ice, watered down so you gon drink allot, mix in this poetic flow, all of the things that i know, stories of how i really reap what i sow, as i grow older and colder this chip on my shoulder, grows bolder,letting its true colors show, while i go blow for blow, on lines of blow, white knuckled and white nosed, i know, just let the beat go, verse 2 when im focused on all these rhymes, its autism, all rhythms can generate lines its all vision, antisocial, with no class, marxism, most likely why i come up short, dwarfism, a poor schism on two shoulders of the same body, the real world about as stable as the matrix lobby, the fakes can prolly, create somebody, to disembody, so everybody, can lobby, screaming summacum laude, ive lost track, you could have that, id rather tell the truth and get laughed at, id rather walk the walk and not backtrack, so if means staying under the ground than thats that, buried alive, till living legends make a comeback, the walking dead starves cuz brains severly lacks, from turn up to trap plan our attack, genocide cuz corporations turned hip hop rap

Senses Verse 1 what a sight, a beautiful dizaster, the grass greener embodying everything that im after, one blink, can take away every image i capture, the first thing i hear are beginning sounds of the rapture, emotion being dragged out, pulled away by the feet, perfect grip, that peels nails across the concrete, no board but chalked out as intimate as pulling teeth, just scrub the blood off then rinse and repeat, until stings, swollen and raw, radiating heat, to a select few this feeling is bittersweet, watch it devour, youve never seen so much power, but you realize is the taste in your mouth is always sour, some things you just cant wash away with a cold shower, willpower, to stand up and not hide like a coward, a seed in the dark can still grow into a bloomin flower, it overpowers, so cherish and learn from every hour Verse 2 What a sight, another morning after, the path im on seein goals approaching faster, eyes wide, so i can see questions followed by answer, it happens often, i can hear the different types of laughter, emotions bottled up, a breeze through willows can make me weep, the sound of fresh grass, crunchin under my feet, the tips tickle my back, eyes shut, but not asleep, under the sun, but still feel the shade starting to creep, a cool chill runs up where the sun and the shade meet, a drop of rain against my lips, is almost sweet, a sun shower, hydrating the world power, the clowds tower, i can just lay here for hours, as time passes, i feel that much more empowered, without pickin it, i can appreciate single flowers, its the things that we never expect that gives us power, whether it good or bad find it in you to overpower.