I take my time with it | I take forever | sick of working that clever | let’s skip ahead to the next | pushing my own limits | I’ll make it better | ain’t no one touching my future | ain’t no one fucked with my old shit yet | ain’t shit inspiring since last we met | can’t forget that Doomtree crew | got style we spit that space cadet | that dumb that make that place forget | they worry let they reason wiggle clean | we come in bent with the smooth criminal lean on some... | at $10 a pack I might as well resort to robbery | while rappers try to act like their labels advance them money still | and acting rich in a shaky and fake economy might make the indie kid at the award show snatch a chain and peel, | yeah | They front so hard them fuckers they can’t even look in my eyes, naw | they on some nonsense we on some non stop | simply put I’m on some over it | underwhelmed cigarette | bark at some fully afflicted nerds | tryna mix martial art me | can’t go two blocks | all you do is win huh? | boner jams, | spam | let em spar with the end | imma lash at them | animus cannibal pugilistica spit | future unwritten | let my pen wrangle it | manhandle nonsense | can’t fake away your fangs sucker | leach but you don’t sting pest | fade cause you can’t hang | I came to play|Icametorock|Icametostay|theycamesosoft|can’tlookaway|myrockersoff|out the box | in your itunes out your mouth | in with the next shit | out like a get away car | yeah

My whole crew’s on some shit | scuffin up your nikes | spittin on your whip | kickin out your DJ | rock it then we dip | looking out the window like Malcolm | just when I thought this culture was open | they go and doubt them | fuck dumbing it down | spit ice | skip jewelry | molotov cocktails on me like accessories | um they can teach you how to front | I am really raw | I ain’t seen a mirror in a month | but I stay fly | spinning man | flippin out | with the breeze | i’m a ceiling fan | imma get em | I can show you how to bump | something heavy in the back | Marshal stacks in the trunk | got the windows down | I got the heat turned up|onblast|wagginonemonthewestbank|handlingthestash|orcatchmeona mission | pissing in some convertible tryna create some tension | or in a book discussing Christopher Hitchens | or how to make bombs with shit you find in your kitchen | listen | my whole crew’s on some shit | scuffin up your nikes | spittin on your whip | kickin out your DJ | rock it then we dip | we don’t watch the replay | we play | I’ve never cared about yourbucks|soifIrunupwithamaskonprobablygotagascantoo|andI’mnothereto fiiler up | nope | we came to riot | here to incite | we don’t want any of your stuff | keep sticking to the script man | we never seen that shit | we knew the secret before they went ahead and wiki leaked it | made a dub | bang it out the speakers | hoping to smash capital | quotes on the word leaders | they in the past so we dancing on they ashes | onward upward laughing at them masses | thinking while they sit | I just go off on they ass | wearing last years trash | ladies still be batting lashes | and trying to smash it’s the passion to go | the lack of a muzzle | and the style so irrational | fuck your stuff | understand my whole crew’s on some shit | scuffin up your nikes | spittin on your whip | kickin out your DJ | rock it then we dip | we don’t watch the replay | I ain’t kidding | I got this brick in my hand | my whole crew’s on some shit | scuffin up your nikes | spittin on your whip | kickin out your DJ | rock it then we dip | we don’t watch the replay | alright tonight let’s make it terrible for em | whole crew’s on some shit | scuffin up your nikes | spittin on your whip | kickin out your DJ | rock it then we dip | we don’t watch the replay | we play

We on our own trip | falling in love by the milligram | pay no attention, no intentions could keep this from getting out of hand | so resistant cause we know that we are so content to sleep where we land | so sick we get to choose when we skip the plan | pay no intention, no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand | get some comfort from the chemist and we hold each other close as we can | wait wait wait wait wait wait wait | worse things have happened to better people | that’s the mantra | the feelings are over with | sick pout | kissed | but no frown flipped | missed it | we’re dealing with oceans | big fish bigger hooks | no coast, row | but just don’t go quiet | keep them alarms loud | let em look | no harm meant friction in the gaze | stare easy or fade to another place | why stay | ain’t no sense in mending any fences | they break | only taken when there’s things to take | all away | all of me offered if you ask | but only if you ask | honesty could cost me all I have | take it, we stay on our own trip | stopping the world to creep again | sleeping where I land | soft | demons eating | bottom speeding up toward my feet | I’m easily lost | needing for caution | fear to exhaust | escape the dearest to me | clear for take off | we gone again | autobahn | counter all encounters | cracks in the armor | home without a doubt | it’s a thin line between coded and closed | cozy in any mode | long as I’m covered | so long as I’m not exposed | this place is wrong for me | offer me | all or nothing | all for nothing | love me not | watch me closely | call my bluff and call the shots | roller coasting | off the lot|outthebox|busted|butfuckit|it’swhatI’vegot|soitrustitwhetherornotit’son its own trip | we’re so amused with dismay | ignore the fuse | straight in the flame | we’re so amused with dismay | ignore the fuse | (Justin Vernon) | fully, fully | i’m relying, i’m relying| and your heart legs like a joke |cut the cable, leave the oaks | im the fable, now we choke | love me baby while you poke, i won’t befriend a lie | 7 red glosses imbedded in cold washes they said | motivated mosses are holding over thier hounches she said | if more of them was honest you know no one would be cautious | and i hope that scans with your man!

It takes what it takes | a little vague but I’ll make it work thanks | that’s Minnesota on the mind | I know every lyric of “The Decline” | and sing it back | been living that might as well know the soundtrack | that blank stare that doesn’t make you care | shit, it’s not designed to make you care | they bet you won’t care | you don’t | so I guess next come | we don’t give a fuck like the anthem | when giving a fuck is taking a chance | black president | hurray for history | the shit’s still totally pretend | I mean fuck sports | team on my back doe | Doomtree hoopty | Cadillac flow | no kings | only thinking in dreams | only work for impossible things | we the best in the world | wait at what? | wanting, wasting | who the best in the world? | huh, i don’t know | we the best in the world | at getting sick | trying to find our places | I’m the best in the world | at kickin it and working on some future shit | I write it down for the little revolutions | peace to Anonymous | good lookin out | I give it up for who’s seeking the solutions | scheme for the rest of us | what’s cooking now | straight plans | manage | slim chances | damage | all standards | advance | advantage ha | and it’shottoo|whotheboss|whoontopboy|notyou|notme|sameteam|exceptwe don’t expect the same things, I mean | all that glitters stay cold | same old story unfold, shit | it’s in a black man’s soul to rock that gold, naw | it’s in a black man’s soul to take a chain off | it’s in a black man’s soul to roll free | it seems like a black man’s role is to fold cheap | and the white folks laugh, shit | but they chasing the same carrot | same debt same trap | same aim same crap | want it waste it | we stray from that path | we kicks it in the haunted basements | where we all so ghost | no kings | only working on impossible things | we the best in the world | wait at what? | wanted wasted | who the best in the world? | huh i don’t know, you? | we the best in the world | at getting tricked | trying to find our places, right? | I’m the best in the world | at kickin it and working on the future | (ASTRONAUTALIS) | Don’t worry you’re next! | He said it one day it will all make sense | If you sit upon this bench and watch a train go by in a blink | Think of them inside, and what their time is like | And how our’s stretches while their’s just shrinks | Everything plus the kitchen sink | Melt it down, we don’t need those things | You don’t own that home, you just holdin a place | You keep a seat warm for your old friends at the bank | Thanks! | Are we for real still sweatin shampoo on planes? | When I done have flown 100 times with a knife on my chain | Probably shouldn’t say, Please ixnay, in case my laptops tapped by TSA | Believe that babe, you ain’t keep the heat a bay | Keep sweatin al’qaeda, I’m scared of the banks | Keep stacking them chips, I’m piling grains | It ain’t IF...its when? | Cause we the best of this thing | DANG! | we the best in the world | at all of it | wanted wasted | who the best in the world? | probably it’s probably you | we the best in the world | trying to find our places | I’m the best in the world | working on a future | don’t worry you’re next!

Let em look let em look | hey I’m a flash in a class of my own | a disaster with thoughts overblown | i massacre average crap | with a head so advanced | I was kicked out of school, never warned | picked out, red flagged as a dirt bag | sick fuck, punk with a rat in his book bag | pig pen with a head full of deal wit it | mouth full of fuck that, no concealing it | in the burbs where the words don’t sting | cause the birds and the boss and the cops don’t think | you could tell who the fink, who the joke, who the link | who’s that? and who thinking you a criminal | simply cause you black cause they lack the respect from the get | so you act like a maniac | laugh at the way they act | passion is aimed at another map | outta here fast | match to the gas | no looks back | they sleep on us | don’t wake em up | we sneakin out | can’t find it | can’t find us anywhere | listen, | friends in the headphones | fam in the headphones | manage the rest let it bump | see the culture as dead wrong | angular headstrong | all the way past y’all run | dash with the can for the rush | what’s the point of a city you cant crush | what’s the point of a living you don’t trust | and shit was bought up and sold before we touched | so it’s easily up hill | till it seize ima be underneath liven greasily | squeak wheel | sweet deal, stealing to eat’s real | got that villain skin ain’t looking for cheap thrills | on past an I’m | out lasting em I mean to clash with they whole set of standards | looking to smash status I’m outlandish all madness | traveling frantic for answers lets’ go |theysleeponus|don’twakeemup|wesneakinout|(SIMS)|Ireadthefutureonmy palm then washed my hands | I don’t do what it takes anymore I demand | paid for the blade boosted the faith | used to escape on a skateboard slipped off the grip tape | scuffed up skin, gore | saw there was more underneath and that dream for a dollar was so bored | you gotta read the scenes | watch the grass in a pasture that’s breeding greed | they showed their scales, I learned them notes, I played em fast | then I was sold down downstream but that didn’t feel cold | no, that was never my team | there’s no code to break no need to wait | relay, relate it all culminates in a hush

I wanna show them all that we can’t be touched | that we too outta hand and we move too much | and we can take all that pressure cause we don’t want nothing at all | except for maybe some more of us | down here tucked tight | just as ready to pound as we are to fight | and we don’t want none of that | we ain’t even lookin at y’all | naw, I’m looking through dirty lenses, | but so happy to be alive | that death thinks I would ruin the vibe | I’m not invited | I’m not crying | callin out crimes | actin in kind | not blindly | just lookin for alignment | we what’s under the bed | the last threads | unrest in the flesh | and restless | can’t choose to stop us | we some bad news maracas | (thinkin) | what’s a law but a leash | can’t lock | got tools to pop those reckless | and just outta your reach | happy underneath | mock fools and rock shows | check list | treat em how they treat | goonish with a newer set of rules and a sharper set of teeth | I’m a lion with the eyes on the meat | try defying any/all | highly motivated y’all | you can hear it in the speech | aight, motherfucker see I was born like this | pissed with a twist | raised in the Midwest | where they hate with a grin | came of age thicker skinned | no contest | bigger smile on my fuck off | didn’t get in to win | cause I don’t respect the game | I got up with all my friends | and picked a repellent name | I constantly recommend a little bit of disdain | a little bit of resistance | theycanhang|Iwasanewjack|tryingtodecidewhereIfit|Igotbusy|Idestroythe walls how I live | yeah, and they ain’t got the balls or the ovaries | to get a fucking grip | so content to let it slip | hell bent | none held in | their story full of holes | some of y’all fell in | how could I possibly offer up anything except dissent? | get on the fucking bus | I’m tryna show them all that we can’t be touched | we too outta hand and we move too much | and we can take all that pressure cause we don’t want nothing at all | except for maybe some more of us | all here tucked tight | just as ready to pound as we are to fight | and we don’t want none of that | and we ain’t even lookin at y’all | there’s a lot of fucking pressure | ain’t no particular road | ain’t no particular mission | only impossible goals | only defy definition | they only temperatures cold | prolly cause they only listen | to everything that they told | we critical kicking | thermometers hot | we don’t stay down | we keep watch | we risk getting caught | better at running | ready or not | it’s all playground | it don’t stop | we risk getting caught | better at running | ready or not | we trying to show them all that we can’t be touched | we too outta hand and we move too much | and we can take all the pressure cause we don’t want nothing at all | except for maybe some more of us | so where you at? | mixed in lock-picks | knives, bricks and bats | and we can take all the pressure | and we ain’t even lookin at y’all

I’m building my house outta time out of place | outta step | out of phase | get out of the way | (or) line up | (or) give a hand | no plan | just guts | no command | we just understand | the jig is up | we grew up on songs | and held onto the ideals of our idols | it’s hard to not feel tricked | it’s hard to not feel a bit of resentment at their penchant for bullshit | impulse prescription | obsession placed on pure waste | expulsion from that (whatever your crap) | repression ain’t a language I can learn | outta here fast | and not a single bridge I wouldn’t burn | never come back | or hesitate to make a table turn | try to keep up the burn to the urn and | earn every inch | return ready to kill your | concern with how we gettin it | takin it splittin it | givin it back | let’s shake the pavement | big stomp get the hands up | all out, right now, go | let’s take the basements | bolt cutter in the trunk bolt thrower in the tape deck, what | let’s the race the vacant|let’swin|let’sbetitall|yestellemoff|tellemall|there’snoneedtofakeit|we see right through | we see right through | you can find me following my arrow to the action | let’s shake the pavement | let’s rock, get the hands up | all out, right now, go | let’s take the basements | bolt cutter in the trunk bolt thrower in the tape deck, what | let’s race the vacant | let’swin|let’sbetitall|yestellemoff|tellemall|there’snoneedtofakeit|weseeright through | we see right through | fuck that distraction | you can find me following my arrow to the action | double buck knife straight stabbin | smashin | grabbin | handlin the masses and laughin | they passive, I’m past it | let’s leave them shakin | easy as a earthquake | see if they can reason with the murder rate | fight like treason is a birth right | thirst for | the worst | for the constantly first place, get em | let’s shake the pavement | big stomp hands up | all out, right now, let’s go | let’s take the basements | bolt cutter in the trunk bolt thrower in the tape deck, c’mon | no hesitation | heavy disobedience | ease up off the median and do you | no need to fake it | we see right through | we see right through

Lungs like smoke stacks | young black terror attack | hair on their neck raised | scarin them back | keepin my Kerouac first rate | they in the first grade | beggin like babies | gimme gimme wah | we too dirty man | shimmy shimmy ya | skinny bars, naw | all cents no penny jar | snub a star | celebrity fed | no meals worth mentioning | all unsettling | nihilist | anarchist | mind set reddening | need what? | fuck meds | all dead everything | these cats | on that | all hail | petty things | ready with the cheat | imma beat em in they sleep | as soon as the door open | they hittin the floor hoping | to get to the front row | my shows are so lightning | where ever we go | the team steadily grows | man who knows | they figure we do it right, but | no one gives a fuck about shit | so fuck your shit | we fuck shit up | cause shit’s fucked anyway | shit is run into the ground | (i know right) | I don’t wanna think about it | I just wanna get down | get down get down | until we come up | I don’t wanna think about it | I just wanna get down | get down get down | cause shit’s fucked | get down get down | I ain’t tryna hear that | I just wanna get down | untill we come up | (MIKE MICTLAN) | it ain’t nothin but a Doomtree Goon thang | get your looks peeled back homeboy Uday Hussein | barehanded rippin em beware citizen terror got a new face class war hooligan | gimme what you want |show me what you got | let me fix your market crash your stock | bad credit no credit shoulda never paid back | banks selling guns and farmers hunt in grey slacks | Maybach’s chopped off mounted with the Gatling | Beverly Trillbillies treasure trunk rattling | we settin up Fight Clubs, you hang at night clubs | passin out cocktails the kind that light up | everybody in the back get risky | burn the clerb down if you’re spending more than fifty | and if we ugly up the scene? | I don’t wanna think about it I just wanna Get Down! | get down get down | until we come up | I don’t wanna think about it | I just wanna get down | yeah I don’t wanna think about it, chea | it’s all bad | I ain’t tryna hear that | I just wanna get down | get down get down | until we come up

Ash in the cuff | dents in the whip | juice in the cup | scuffs on the kicks | trash in the clerb | never trnya mix | it’s a drag how some of these people live | ima get a little wiggle in it anyway | till I had enough | spillin every drink, man | fuck your stuff | not sorry | never a leash, uh uh | gutter shark | too many teeth | I’m on a trouble hunt, yeah | that’s what’s up | outta mind | looking to level up | I be the best | when I am highly under pressure | take it easy prolly never | in the breezy with the weather | prolly off it | prolly on to something better | take the elevator up | and get the paper in the shredder | more awesomer (way) |tossedinwith|lotsofimpostorsand|ataloss|allofitallofitallofitallofit|all ofitallofitallofitallofit|what’syours|allofit|what’syours|allofit|I’mprolly not welcome at your protest | say I’m out of my damn mind | looking to break glass | not holding a damn sign | you prolly find me with percentage 69 | occupy bed sheets | occupy everything differently | mind state occupies fuck that | a couple of bricks to occupy my back pack | toss that | toss back surly | surely you know that the cops came early | burly serve and protect by the curlies | purely, here to prove a class less worthy | yeah, they giggle at the top | they riddle got you thinking you can get it while its hot so | how’s that going? | so hard? full tension? full guard? | i aint got shit, but i aint scarred i got A-1 credit on my come and get it card c’mon | all of it | but none of that bullshit | I still move with the rouge set choking out the radio | hold bets old vet on the overthrow | no net no checkmate i ain’t even playing | i am in a lane that’ll give you vertigo | spin with it | no kidding i been did it | born villain so willing to go get it | what walls? | what doors? | left unexplored | whats yours? | all of it | what rules? | i don’t hear nothing | everybody’s over it | everybody’s fronting | cold world | cool new blanket | stole it from the shelf at the wal mart thank less | threat level awesome | threat level orange juice | who’s gonna stop em | we aint gotta throw stones at a glass house | we break in, just so we can smash out | all of it (then say ‘all of it’ a million times)

Bolt cutter, box cutter, brick | Take that shit, take no shit | Bolt cutter, box cutter, brick | Take that shit, shake that shit | I ain’t like yall | I’m into weird shit | I’m in the back getting weird with my weird friends | hugging a bass line | hoping you feel this | and these rhymes ain’t tight they are terrorish | and that girl’s not white she’s an anarchist | and we float like kites through your turbulence | born with our throats slit | self stitched | raised to aim over it | soldier with no king | war with the war on me | I am more than this world lets me be|soIbelikeabeast|letembleed|letmeseethoughtthefearman|Idon’tevenlive here | self taught | wrong | barrel on no kings y’all come along | we never tryna be the best at some bullshit | naw let the rest crawl I’ma get out right now | this world’s got a whole lot of locked doors | we decided not to live here anymore | found a way to trade tragic for savage | we insist on a life less average | this world’s got a whole lot of locked doors | we decided not to live here anymore | picked though the norm didn’t fit didn’t stick to the script didn’t care | we don’t even live here | we ain’t like them | we into weird shit | me and my peers disappear when the lights hit | roach wag | same kinda path | stash no crap tryna gag in your coach bag | for laughs | something bout your money | trust no rich folks empty out the tummy on your math | that’s how I feel about that | back to that good old fashion class warfare | .. aint enough and the cash got the young punks | stab any rapper and laugh when he piss blood | so human | all flawed | found my world tryna test those odds | best flows chose for the wreck not the rep | when the sets done no ones up next | and no ones upset | and no one holds breath anymore right? | bolt cutter, box cutter, brick | explore

“if you think that no one’s looking, if you think that no one’s listening, babe, then you’re ahead of the game” No machines no funerals | no plugs to pull this is my living will | and it all seems beautiful |letitgo|onwiththecarousel|anydayinadaze|inthegreyinthedirt|withafoot on your neck | and your teeth on the curb | lotta debt lotta work | no check lotta hurt | lotta thoughts | big drop no net | no safe in your speech | I’ll take trouble with me | I know when I’m beat and I can’t separate these | this route these tries are mine | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mission forgets sleeps | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mind it’s mine | I’ll own this manic | yeah that miss-step that’s mine | that rough wake that’s mine | this might be it | trust dodge (sure) aim away | circus rigging games played | clutch cover sick lay | let’s get nervous lets get nauseous | meds for the life dead to the headache | dead to the cautious here for the sedate | to wake em and skate and take names | make patience the standard no pain | I’m a man with a matador mind man damn | and the plan is to blow the door wide man yeah | I’m a mess I’m a creep no fresh so me | I’m a troubadour here to underscore the other side yeah | and it all comes back | only got the two choices | (all day every) | stay hushed or make noises | we’re made to break | let’s test the old limits | we got us | big drop? no, lets go | get clear of me | I’m suffocating | I know when I’m beat | but I can’t separate these | this route these tries are mine | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mission forgets sleeps | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mind it’s mine | I’ll own this manic | yeah that miss-step that’s mine | that rough wake that’s mine | this might be it|gotmy|schemebag|keysinhand|“peace”inthenote|tenbucksandaplan| thieves out of chance | give a reason, glance (look) | leave, ghost | no luck till you make it | sleeves to the elbow | grease to the hello | ease in | please give a call to my pops | tell em hell froze | tell him I’ma see an end but not before him | big drop? no net, no | out of your reach | you’ll never catch me | I know when I’m beat | but I can’t separate these | this route these tries are mine | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mission forgets sleeps | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mind it’s mine | I’ll own this manic | yeah that miss-step that’s mine | that rough wake that’s mine | this might be it