This is an intro to a goodbye. A good buy. It was free. So good I got pushed outta my seat by the beat that I styled in. Repeat that I dialed in. Each beat is an island where these thoughts run wild in the element I'm in climbing. Climate like the fire in my mind when I'm inspired and wiring these hired hits. I'm here to take you higher its my requirement. Inquire bout my where abouts. I’m out. Good bye for this city that holds you captive. Gritty but so relaxing. Beginning to move it fast but its pushing to move you backwards. We spinning like 45's adapted and turning fast. Put music into my mind and crafted an altered math. Good bye as the time pass like skies in a time lapse. Disguised in a fine mask blinding your eyes they'll never catch. Otherwise you'd see its just some good lies. It’s been a good time but I gotta say good bye. Good Bye Good bye no time for good tries. Cuz I've seen too many minutes pass by to not get wise to the wide river we try to survive. Some call life. You think you got it all right. Sometimes we fall right in to sink or swim. Live or all die. So to keep raw I had to become a verbal Bruce Lee on the loose leaf enter the dragon and slaughter rhymes. My thoughts went outta order I'm sorta just like mortar mine. My explosions felt from city centers out to boarder lines. Running but never scared. I'm coming so be prepared. This thunder is just the sound of my lightning hitting the air. I was writing to get me there while you biting to get a pair of these errorless parables terrible kicks and snares. Departing from where I started to build my supplies to hit you with more sounds that you could try. I might be back if I need to unwind, but for now I just gotta say good bye. Good bye Every minute I spent living this city really gets me thinking bout where I'd be if I split before I got to be the man you see here front and center entering an exit to a new beginning through the ending of another section. Getting closer by the second to connecting to the record playing in my head when I'm collecting everything I need to spread this message. From the lessons and the questions that I reference til I'm breathless and my essence is what's left…

Don't fool with my cool when I'm out on my grind. My tunes are the tools that'll blow out your mind. Mind blowing lyricism every single time that I grab a microphone and start to fry. Like Rakim when I go for mine. Make a flow so tight lay an ocean right here in the mic booth and it froze to ice. Word warfare this a soldiers life My rhyme is the knife. My wit is the blade. A pity you wasted your time to create. The minute made sounding tracks that you parade. In your limited vision you think they sound great. The division I'll place is beginning today. Put an end to you lames. I will put you awa. You play me too close til you saw I don't play. I'm a minute from raising the stakes in this game. BOOM! So let that sit and sink in for some minutes. Attentively study relentless. Mentally physically pushing my limits. Lengthen my innings with out a blemish. Linking my pen ink into an image. Sinking this sickening shower of sounds and syllables into your frontal hemisphere when you hear this. The rest ain't nearly near this clearly superior emcee tearing through here and now they fear this. Cuz my appearance is the nearest sight to getting the clearest view of how my music moves its motion you are hearing. My emotion in my lyrics. My floating mental spirit. Mind sharper than a spear tip. Trip your ears out like a piercing wet with LSD. I'm telling these fools don't fool with my cool. Liable to catch an eye full when I cock lyrics and I pull. Don't fool with my cool now. We moved out. Deep end of the pool now. We rule out your crews sound. Russian roulette with 2 rounds plus 2 more times 2 now. That's 6 down the tube out. Casing to face ya when we tryna bust a groove out. Nothing power but moves now. Its new sounds from the dudes mouth. Was due south. Found a new route. Now I smooth out tunes that move crowds. When it booms bow to the new crowned grindingest squad to do SOUNDS. JUST PLAIN ill with it. Fall in or lose now. Need ice to get that bruise down? These nice drum breaks ooze out this wall of sound I haul around to test y'all to see who's down. Time for truth now. Who's down with this? Then lift a fist. I get it in like college kids that's lifting fifths of liquor. I'm sick. And dressed blacker than licorice. Ridiculously ripping beats like flesh to the carnivorous. Don't shiver from the drop in temperature there's just one simple rule... Don't fool with my cool… Cool like Miles Davis Blue & Green when it's playing out the range of speakers placed in stereo surround raining sound. But when I change pages raging on you haters I get hot like cast iron skillets. No mitts hands baking. No sense no patience.Ferociously go brainless. It's concentrated anger I'm displacing when I aim this abrasive word placement at your faces. I'm rapping anger management you rap for entertainment. Never been nameless in the game since I displayed I wasn't playing. Lose my cool inside a cadence that'd make your for head cave in. Never grazing just a brazen hit to where you keep your braces. Splatter art your teeth like patterns in a Pollock painting. Fool with my cool? My rhymes are brolick waiting lifting weights and going predator on prey until they pray I break my concentration. Return to a conscious state. Instead I'll to rip beat tape. Go from cool straight to heat wave like I don't know how to behave. Relate the change in state to aggravating Bruce Banner. Break my cool but still abuse you with this style that’s Land O Lakes. Handle fakes with this verbal mace. Come get a taste. Enter my space and I'm a spray to melt your eyeballs from your face. Pace like I'm on interstates. Wanna race me? I'm accelerating. Elevate my sound to break into your celebrating. Hell is waiting if my cool is crossed there is not hesitating. Switch from meditating to destruction from what I'm creating. Staying level headed but debating. I could play it cool refraining from grabbing mics and slaying some. Caging up the hardest bars to save you from this acid rain that penetrates and burns with cuts from my serrated tongue. You over rated? Run! I hold it down like staple guns. I don't play into the papal state these major labels run. You know the rule... Don't fool with my cool…

Cut It... So now you chewing what? Your own words. You grown nerds thinking you harder? Oh word you linking that garbage up to track crushed by ant the artist? Course it sound dope son he created it. Kendrick said quit biting his cadences. Best in the city? Quit playing kid. I'll give two thumbs down on some hated it. You over rated and I been ripping on beats before you were popping pimples in the sink. You better think before you get into the ring. This that heavy weight flow and you just cannot swing. I'm primetime Tyson. You suck like Dyson. First round knock out on Dr. High prices burning y'all like over cooked fried rice. Turn it off son you just trying to sound nice as a flow you can never touch. Let it go mics you should never clutch. When in my presence step with some reverence. None of yo wack lines got any leverage when I start to crack spines spilling my essence. Racking ya mind while I’m wielding this excellence. Here and I'm presently killing my sound. You spitting out duds and kicking live rounds. Nothing but lines now and no time outs. No trouble to out rhyme a sucka punk. How could you think that you got the best rhymes in the house? When I seen you catch the Sand Man Simms from a crowd? Might have more fans my man, but I've never once been booed. If you can't understand that means hand to hand I got the quality. You wanna jack my style try and bottle me? Remodel the language for bombing beats. How many empty emcees could I pop with these tenth degree killer karate rap odysseys. Gotta be outta this world just to walk with me. I'm a phenomenal oddity, oddest anomaly, honestly I'm a be comically dropping emcees that's my philosophy. Please... You rhyme colostomy me I'm the apostrophe filling in where you thought you'd be. Killing it like when Rastas beef from index to the glossary. I bend text over constantly and throw my soul between the folds to show you there's stopping me. This is that first round knock out. Second inning slaughter rule. Third strike now you're out. Fourth quarter bout to lose/ Fifth of liquor bout to puke. Six-pack with out the brew. Seven hill over view. Burn the eighth then ya through. Over... You see I run with the A team so the B team/ I am beating. C me emceeing completely Deletes your chances of being. The best emcee. Even top three. EFfortlessly I am sweeping your feet from beneath you keeping you at a distance from being the best rapper in the city, in the country, in the world? Maybe only after every other rapper ever quits could your pipe dreams unfurl. Worlds apart in skill I hurl perfected pressure like a pearl. Veteran letter man stepping in better than any and everything that you twirl around a beat weakly. Believe me I make beats weekly. More frequently but who's keeping count as the amounts increasing. Seeing yourself as the peak when sea level is where you being. I'm living this lifestyle everyday cheif and you just working for the weekend. Gotta be the farthest from best. Yo what's this harbinger? Death. Silhouette's a flat line to yo wack lines. I'm a whole army of fresh. I'm just too hard to digestand yo I'm hardly impressed. You number 1 in the world? I'll send the world my regrets. Acting like you got more rhymes than Em and Can-I-Bus combined. I'm the winner on Double Dare you'll never be above my lines. I'm Karl Kani-ed out Busta Rhymes thrusting disgusting crushing spines. Concusion busting blood luston drum percussion when I dine. So take that how you see it on a break beat I'm demon. Meaning believe me like the part in your fade we are not even. So pretend you're the greatest while I give this track a beating and leave the family of this beat grieving. Believe it…

F-U-N-K FUNK. It's rhythm that'll hit you get you pumped. This little bit a bass on top a drums. It really runs to get the job done. FUNK with a lotta bit of style to it. Bump it if you wanna get wild to it. Crunch time rhyme style I'll do it. Hot spit emcees mild fluid. Jump to a rhythm digging my music. Come through hear it hitting. I'm doing something to ya mind when I'm using funk with the rhyming that I'm choosing. Parliament FUNK with it. Come get it. Kicking some Wicked Picket. The Rick James Brown of slick inventions plus sick and vicious so sit and listen to this FUNK with stink to it. Drink to it. Maybe sit and think to it. Sink through this sound set I set up in a blink. Move like water in a sink to this freak music. FUNK with it. Frequently come with it. Creeping on the deep end of drums in the peak when I run with it. Unhook it. Hook it up. I'm cooking up ample samples and crooked cuts. Camphor to the fire son look it up. Old school ain't giving you rookies no love. FUNKing like an Isley opposite of where highs be. Surprisingly low tones rising. Pleasing to the ear while I go sliding. My timing? Clyde Stubblefield on the drummer skill when I hit FUNK number ill with foundation that I build outta this here… F-U-N-K FUNK. It's rhythm that'll hit you get you pumped. This little bit a bass on top a drums. It really runs to get the job done. That Mtume or some Joe Tex. S.O.S Band probably go next. Ohio players, Slave, B.T. Express, Cameo, and yo I can't forget The Meters and some James Brown. What you say now to the strange sounds. Bootsy Collins bass style. Maybe the Bar-Kays in the place now. Sly and the Fam to get the place loud. Prince, Bobby Byrd, Herbie Hancock hunting heads. Have you heard The Brothers Johnson, Chaka Khan and on to the Commodores to keep it ya rocking. Rufus Thomas, Morris Day, Kool & The Gang doing the thang. Tower of Power, Dazz Band to. Let FUNK bang. Let funk bang. Let the FUNK bang. Let the FUNK BANG! Feel it like its peeling back your brain on a funk train. Insane rhythm that it contains. Isaac Hayes on stage in chains. Mothership connect with a pimp cane. George Clinton hittin with the thick stank. FUNK from the bottom, top, and mid-range. Loaded up the Bop-Gun to engage… F-U-N-K FUNK. It's rhythm that'll hit you get you pumped. This little bit a bass on top a drums. It really runs to get the job done.

Feel like Coltrane penning A Love Supremeor Naima. I'm thinking this should be the theme for a duo that should team up for the rest of our lives. So what you think huh? You're on my mind as my pen writes. So now you're in my rhymes and my insights. In my sights we’re striving for high heights. You by my side all I need to get by in my life we're on a journey so lets begin this ride. Together forever more than because it sounds fly. This could never be severed. Better because you flood my life with love. Letters. I'm compelled to spell it out it. My southern belle and Melee before L. No telling how high we could excel you're mine I'm yours as well my mind swells to tell what my heart felt. sS this heart felt art melts my hard shell. Started writing this down to tell about how I felt. Well... I wanna grow together. Wanna show there's better days ahead. We already paid dues to eliminate the debt as a set set on a quest. The metronome in your chest giving me beats fresh when I'm stressed. You make it less/ difficult for me to press on. Nobody from east to west on the level of the woman hearing these songs while she dreams on. So I wanna keep on having what I started with you. Can't imagine having a life and you ain't part of it true. Til death do us part I'm with you. My life started a new. Since the day we met been stuck harder than glue. Music's my chisel and I'm carving the truth. Pardon me boo it's been too long over due. Started a tribute to my longing for you. I'll put it on when its through. something for you to listen to that's personal. I wrote a song for you... Like Coltrane penning a Love Supreme or Naima. Like a scene from something I could dream up. You mean much more than these words reach. From your mind, to your body to your soul, you as a whole, the beauty that you hold so I want you to know. I wrote a song for you. I wrote it all just to put my all into the love I've fallen into. As we continue to grow and begin to advance our horizons and expand the menu I wanna be permanent opposite of rental. Could never be a hermit cuz to my life you're essential. I wanna make it clear like I traced out stencil. You take a never ending place in my mental. Never call you my number 1 cuz that would be a lie. You're my number 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. And I am here to do more than try. For better or worse I'll make it work because my heart beats for you and the music. Some move fluid while mine pumps love that's the truest for you and the U-N-I-T-Y between you and I. On me you can rely. Need a shoulder to cry on? Be by your side just like a graff kid with Krylon. Keep you warm when the weathers cold outside or just someone to hold you. I'm more than meets the eye. For this lifetime I'm yours and vice versa. Like I said you’re on my mind as I write verses. Give me the world but compared to you its quite worthless. I wrote a song for you. I'll let the band play it out so I can talk to you.

Just hit it... That's how my flow goes it get it? Riddick Bo swing to fling this acidic gritty low bass ringing. I'm bringing in math, physics and lyrics for an appearance when I'm putting on clinics with no gimmicks. More raw bars than 50 miles of sushi your interpretation must have been loosely based on the definition you were choosing of the tools you think an emcee is using. I ain't hating on your rhymes in particular. They mostly all whack I'm mainly getting sick of the same catch phrases andsame three beats. Emcees and producers that straight sound weak. Yo I'm a quit it and kick it back like I did in the beginning. Grinning. I'm swimming in the beat while you're sucking on a lemon. Sour. I get itSo stand back while I just hit it… I just hit it... Get into the middle and split it into individual segments of written instrumental blended with mental. Absent a pencil so I typed this into my phone, my 2-way whatever we using today. Day after Tuesday and I hear some dude say I ain't coming with it. Must be crazy. I been dropping rhymes since you rocked Johnny Blaze jeans and then some. My playbacks my income. This is my big pay back but funky drummer’s drum ruh pum pa pum pum like Run-DMC produced by Rick Rubin or something. My slick movement of the thick grooves I'm using thats booming making the music the usual level you used to hearing from my tunes kid. The boom bip boogie got the funk fitted. So take a step back while I just hit it... Just hit it. Infinite in this when you got limits. Hitting harder than a BDP record made out of cement. Rock hard like Jimi Hendrix so I'm a flip it like if 6 was 9. I'm chopping mountains when I'm sending. This blended in rhythm digging in. Scribbling in my native pen. Spilling ink on your haters then waiting to hear you play this....Again and again I keep it smooth as suede cuz the emcee and producer on this track got the same name/. its Graphic Melee inside ya mainframe maintaining a steady pace racing against you lame brains. My style goes way way back verses are well versed. I'm wild go straight slay tracks. Mercenary with no mercy if its off the top or scripted. Quick to twist it like ligaments til its ripping. Equivalent engine to V8 block pistons.10,000 rotations per minute everytime I hit it…

Grind Grind like gears that don't fit right. Been on the mic for years so just sit tight while I spit light waves you can hear inside ya brain from outside the frame. You lames part of the scene? I'm the artist with the paint. No restraint when I empty the tank. No breaks breaking up breaks. So try and pump mine and I'll skate. I got that funk fly and it's great. Tony the Tiger on you primates. Lyrical editor, the profile predator, ready for more competitors, deaded the rest and now I'm headed for a metaphor more fitting of this deadly sword. Word war. Get beheaded or shredded more than confidential letters or a head of lettuce. Ahead of the rest and never forget it. Written or free spitting description is on a mission. Man listen... Better than the vision of an emcee presenting another top 40 image like they vocal sales pitching. Commercial diction. The worst affliction. That thirsty fiction need a real depiction. Hydrate your senses from the senseless. Get in mix spitting this rich depiction when I kick this grind While you moving sorta like rewind. I'll be the one grooving like some Heard It Through The Grapevine. I break minds with grammar. This ain't rhyming for the amateur. I swam to the deepest depths to give my mind and heart the stamina to thrash any emcee that's looking candid for the camera. Slam ya from the top turn buckle. Crash landing from/30,000 feet nothing in comparison to the real damage that I could do. Competition is embarrassing. In hysterics when its grind time on you derelicts who dare to sit and say that they're the best there is. Carelessness. Meanwhile I'm grinding. Errorless... Grind like the teeth in your head. Molars. Rhymes with the heat burning red. Solar. I'm gonna keep churning lead weight pencil to papes til my flow puts more jaws on the floor. Pace is lawn mower blades spinning over blades of grass played as the cats that's gone slower in they're grind, but gone over they're time. 15 is over. Wake up call to your mind. Breaking spines just as a show for the crowd as I chauffeur in this style that's over ten on a scale of 1 to 5when I holster this live set a fine rhymes. Hold midi controllers watching wack lines like land mines. Each note is a soldier in my army as I over take the space that's lower. Making bass filling the speakers until they pour a lake of sound into your ear canal to get you closer in to take a look around this drum bounce with funk odor. Grind! I'm the owner that designed this. Get reminded of time when more rhyming were putting time in. Hold up. No need for you to chime in. No time for your opinion in my environment when your desire went up in fire when the challenges got higher than you predicted. Quickly you switch and skip the steps for wiring an emcee. Now you hurting like some pliers in ya mouth as I shout my sound out to catch you like lent in a dryer vent. My requirement to take this endless choir inside of my mind refine it by realigning entire minutes. Bending sentences into endless intricate images and blending this with the menacing rhythms I'm slipping into this. Grind like bone on bone. Cold Medina on this tone that I control when holding a microphone. Yo so I suppose I'll continue on my grind on some press rewind if I haven't blown ya mind…

You after mass appeal? Well go and cop a deal. I'm here give these people something they can feel like blind hands where Braille be. My words never fail me. I’m gully on a beat while ya mic check is frailty. You barely even carry beats let alone rock one. Ya options? You might as well stop son. When I drop toxins obnoxious. Control it like a cockpit. Kick funk with more soul than holey socks get. So watch this while I clock in. 20 hour day with no chance of stopping. You can't concoct this so don't try it. Just stay quiet and play the sideline when I ride in or feel my burn like some side bends to sit-ups til you spit up. Spit rhymes for days with out hick up heard through the pick ups. Clip the wick up from both ends. Burn a mix up with this sick stuff. I'll rip rough dirty produc hooked up in Richmond where I been from since 10 son. Now I burn like 10 suns. I'm intense from bar one to done. Bar none. Hard one to bargain with. Bring bars equipped so y'all can't forget who this artist is. Start harvesting alarming minutes back in the beginning. I was using a friend's DJ box like it was rented. Made beats depending on the records that we could find. This combined with the design inside my mind laid the ground work for my rhymes. And the time passed a dime plus since I made beats in the basement free styling on the bus. Over a decade I been training creating a style to crush. Meditating while I'm making word play more dangerous. Trust. I stay on minds like brain tumors. You lames just claim rumors that play out like fake humor junior. You're out you league catch a tutor. I aint got no time for rookie maneuvers. Rookie maneuvers. They think they’re hot they’re not. Fresh to the game and they think they’re at the top. Gotta stop a lotta these brothers that's tryna pop. Make ‘em pay props to true hip hop and you don't stop. Rookie maneuvering? I’m clearly not new to this. Been dropping rhyme since I could tell time. Mind is a computer chip that swells lines of the finest music in conjunction with my ruthlessness for word production. Got more styles that’s soon to hit. More boom to bip. More room for me to move my lips. Tracks so luxurious jacuzzi with the room service. The movement is the music and music is the movement. Graphic Melee keep the sound system booming Cruising through some samples it's about that time. I'm out my mind when I align a verbal tale from grid iron. When I start firing this gets me higher than sky conspiring with storm clouds with loud thunder right inside of them. High excitement when I'm piping in this lightening blend. Mic it then tighten it to clash with titans when write with pens. Saber with a paint can. Rock Steady crew breaking. Vente-seiz now but my rhyme style is ancient. Game like Bill Russell hustle. Muscle up to tussle. Summer spring, winter, til the leaves rustle lyrics I guzzle with out a muzzle. Trouble on the double. Crunch time like a bag ruffles when I start to bust ya bubble. Couple the rumbling drum to stun you. Wondering where I'm coming from. I'm under another hundred undone future number 1's. Songs unsung that's on a higher rung. Phil the fire tongue. Grind til I'm 60. You wanna retire young? Well go ahead save me the time from my rhymes. A trail of losers in the wake I leave behind anytime I'm tested. Invested too many years making more fresh than juicers. I ain't got time for your rookie maneuvers… Rookie maneuvers. They think they’re hot they’re not. Fresh to the game and they think they’re at the top. Gotta stop a lotta these brothers that's tryna pop. Make ‘em pay props to true hip hop and you don't stop.