‘RISE! (Motivation Music)’ Hook(x2): No doubt I'ma keep goin', no doubt I'ma stay strong No doubt I'ma get on, no doubt I will rise (RISE!) Unwavered, I keep pushin', knock you off ya' seat cushion Focus an' keep lookin' –– I'm gonna rise (RISE!) Verse 1: Long look off in this mirror, remember who the hell I am E'rything I muscled through, troubles gettin' well, fam At a crux, wanna quit, game seem hella cramped Ain't room for my ilk, rappers seem hella camp {-} Too soft, behind they ears? Hella damp E'rybody wanna shine, monkeys couldn't sell a lamp {–} An' they dogs don't hunt, but– keep up fuss We ain't trash, can't sweep up us Keep on countin' me out, gon' be yo' number up Doubtin' my longevity, you'll be the one abrupt Still be spittin' flame at seventy, verses will erupt Big dog in the yard, snap the neck of lil' pups {-} I ain't playin' no more, I'm on my A-game Come right or don't come at all, walk away shamed You know they say, slow an' steady win the race It took the boy some years, but finally in that place Hook(x2) Verse 2: Nothin's gonna stop me, got the drive an' the wherewithal Feel I'm better than a– I ain't goin' there wit' y'all In order to rise, one can't be scared to fall Realize power's in ~words~ spoke in them there jaws Want 'em to fuck wit' you? –Provide sumpin' worth fuckin' wit' Make it tangible, don't need a fuckin' hit You just need to be real, leave the fraudulence alone Pragmatism get you all up in that zone Love you Black, love you strong, just wanna see you make it Want us all to do well, no other way to take it Leg out, break it, steal the show an' knock 'em dead We both gonna rise, turn this world on its head Waitin' on the perfect time, when it might not come Just create the opportunity, climb out of the scum What's afforded to some, ain't afforded to many Time ain't perfect now, still good as any

‘It Ain't Over ('War On Our Hands' FreetheStyleMIX)’ Verse: Never be mistaken, notice all the fakin' Niggaz steady hatin', 'cause they ain't cold as Satan Ninth Circle verbals, Dante's Inferno Make ya' blood curdle, murder in my journal Heart invierno, rhyme sempiternal Deeper than my dermal, born in a wermal [wormhole] Flexible, not rigid, gifted like Diwali I— shine like Bellatrix, never one to folly Lookin' for the hottie, wanna +grip+ me like a +dolly+ Lick my dick up like a lolli an' she thick like Mindy Kaling I'll be jolly, –wit'out the white beard an' sleigh Used to view in black and white, sight veered to the gray Neutrality— stay off in yo' zone, I'm 'bout formality Head full of dreams but I do this for reality Full head of steam, see that locomotive barrelin' You can get high, I just wrote a scroll of heroin {–} An' when I write, the right hand is where I keep the peril The Pentel just smoke like a heater barrel These niggaz weak an' sterile, I'm feral like the Feliformia You ain't got the swag to see my formula {–} I got it wrapped like a tourniquet, mo' game than a tournament Been at this for years, you– still need to learn a bit {—} I say I'm hot, then I'm hot, watch me burn this shit Zinger after zinger, shit's gon' burn a bit –Won't stop 'til I'm at Bank$ level, skin like tank metal Say what you want 'bout the kid but you can't dishevel —Or disturb He stay on alert, never get unnerved That might seem absurd, tryna be the hottest that you heard So pardon, but for me, modesty is not a word Obviously, it's part of me to flip the bird Give no fuck, 'cause logically you obsolete—let's thin the herd, uhn –It's either stiff dick or cold shoulder Heads up, bitch, you know it ain't over

‘DEAD SERIOUS ('DEAD RIGHT NOW' FreetheStyleMIX)’ Verse: Used to look at you, wit' admiration, arms wide, heart full of love Saw the light, learned the truth, took my sight, so uncouth Was down for you, rode for you, through the hail an' the acid rain Our sunshine was gon' come soon, monsoons just brief pain But nowadays? That's no more, {-} 'bout my biz like a dot gov Push came to shove, you defenestrated, –thrown away, feel humiliated Apologies can never mitigate it, yo' dark soul been illuminated {-} Opened doors, no obscurin'– you love to lie, find it so allurin' (WAS!) –dead serious 'bout a future together, now it's a future for two bein' severed Still wish you the best in yo' future endeavors; –speak on my best? You shouldn't measure {-} King shit against the pauper type, beast mode against awful nice Infatuation just flawed hype, me spit game? Colossal tripe {-} After me? Not official, all fishy like sturgeon an' trout Or gilt-head, no guilt trip, won't feel bad, no burnin' without –No longer yearnin', I'm findin' my peace; tranquility I am findin' in beats Baby, I'm straight, won't find you a crease; only them seams when I'm rhymin' that heat {-} Sewed it up, flowin' freely, found my groove like a chamfer Guhl, I'm a champ like Ali, no follies, just answers {-} You sore like a chancre, tryna hold me down like a anchor Feel just like a chigger at my ankles, why be comin' at me wit' that rancor? Huh? {-} You left me, I didn't leave you; our love died, I can't grieve too? Said you needed me, I believed you, buncha yack/yak like that weave, boo Against the wall where my back is, bricks bruisin' my shoulder blades Quick moves an' I fold in pain; a Gordian knot, who holds the blade? Takes a while for these woes to fade, {-} but I'm still gon' locomote All heart when the flows get wrote; stickin' to – what floats my boat See one monkey? Never stop shit; {-} bring chaos to the jungle All loud, no humble; I'm a leukocyte an' you fungal

‘Understood’ Hook(×2): Not the realest shit I ever wrote, I'm forever real Comin' straight– from the heart, e'rytime I pen, I kill {-} Tell me how you feel: should I go in? Should I chill? I just want it understood, gon' tell me what's the deal Verse 1: Dedicate this to them folk I lost, ain't talkin' 'bout the dead –Talkin' 'bout them fools who be talkin' out they head Been sleepin', let 'em rest; I got lodgin', be my guest When they finally wake on up, I will bring it to they chest ~Em~blazoned like a crest or coat of arms, just a lyrical— Garrote; total harm, crush ya' throat wit' folded arms Like— Kotal Khan wit' that macuahuitl, e'ry chop'll bleed you {-} Or them sickles, just a sicko; cannot stop the evil I'm the +main man+ like I work on water distribution Almost went through dissolution, heart full of disillusion An'– that be on the real, –loss of faith I gotta face While erasin' negativity that's fillin' up my space Hook(×2) Verse 2: Life is precious, I been wastin' it; success? Ain't tastin' it Broke but still dope, though sometimes I feel like fakin' it Night after night, dreams of makin' it, breakin' in On my shit, an' livin' stankin' rich; it'd be great to win {-} Sometimes I feel like dyin', or foldin' up an' cryin' Tears wait behind a wall, keep my head up like a lion My cardiac is shrivelin', –soul's evaporatin' Better yet, evaporated: –steel carapace of hatred {-} Always struggle to break the platin' an' get to the joy End up flayed to the gristle tryna get to the boy Playin' it coy, –only make me annoyed On knees, pray to the Lord just to break out this void Hook(×4)

‘The Reason (Come Along)’ Verse 1: From the roota to the toota, routine an' the reason Li'l buddy here we go, new journey, just breezin' {-} I bring you closer to observe, hope it's pleasin' This be how I operate: loaded, cocked an' squeezin' {-} I been hankerin', thirstin', eager for my increase Always roll dolo, but it feels like I'm ten deep Guess it's 'cause I have so many facets Flows got curves like the hips on Angie Bassett So what's love got to do wit' it? E'rythang Admiration go a long way, that very thang I be prayin' for, cryin' 'bout an' grumblin' I put time into my art— me no mumblin' {-} Don't do no mafioso, trap mumbo jumbo Just remain centered, stand tall like Mutombo Even when they on my case like Columbo I still write— damn the odds like I'm Trumbo Hook(x1): Follow me, come along, group up or come alone From the darkest abyss, to heavens where sun is shone Exclusive on the bars –for which son is known Museum of my mind, exhibits that set the tone From my rage to despair, lethargy an' flair For me? No limits, take my skills anywhere In bliss, but aware, {-} never lose sight About speakin' my heart, only reason I write Verse 2: If the– sun don't shine, guarantee I'm still vivid If the– moon don't show, I will still be luminous If you– gimme the world, I will still be livid No– reprieve for my soul, all I do is fuss An' that can be hard to tolerate, rants an' rambles Bitterness an' obsession from a mind in shambles Much– disarray, barely know which-a-way Fuck it— flip the fuck out, Eddie, pick a day Gon' 'head, scare 'em off, make 'em sick an' annoyed Buckle from anxiety, sink quick in the void Better– if they detest you an' quickly avoid E'ry message or call, now you densely paranoid Wonderin' if they held that– loathin' from jump Possibly they found pity, saw you as a chump Pro'lly why they never, ever, ever act right Fuck it, let it out, on all those who backbite Hook(x1) Verse 3: You put my heart in a vice, then squeezed 'til it's pulverized Made me cry tears, now the pieces are emulsified Snatched the breath from my lungs, had me lookin' dumb {-} Now who is there to run to when the cookie crumbs? The ball been in my court, but I got rookie thumbs Wish I had-a been the one to make your cookie thrum Say I got that gaslight, so your cookie shunned All a nigga advances, got me lookin' stunned (Wanna put) Black lives that matter in your beautiful womb Toil hard, labor fruit of the +loom+ Now all +fates+ have changed, notarized by Clotho and Lachesis Apologies just a part of my thesis We apart but I'm beastin', found my confidence again Thought I'd never ever see it, felt like dust in the wind (In the wind) {-} Maybe that's the reason why you drifted far away Got me in my feelin's, tryna tell 'em amscray Hook(x1)

‘ACCOLADES ('Renegade' FreetheStyleMIX)’ Verse: Gotta tell 'em shoo fly, don't bother a king I excise the negativity you gob-a-lins bring My options forever grow, if you ain't part of the team? Then you can fuck gettin' in, my open slot is for cream Always be the talentless tryna slaughter ya' dreams They never had the scope an' drive, so they balk in extremes Forsooth, these all goals, don't be callin' 'em schemes You say it, you manifest or fall apart at the seams Keep it more real/reel than dailies, {-} as raw as I come Prepared to reap what I sow, Kelly green on my thumb Optimism never schism, but– I stay rooted In the possible, but what's impossible shall never be fruitless {–} This means I never count out– the unexpected That serendipity stay ready, but undetected No– irregularity, been popped that cherry On routine since a teen, though results can vary See–, tomorrow's never promised, neither is an hour from now Only do what's in my power for now Work on the here, but think ahead, {-} anticipate the accolades Treat this like a documentary for where the crack is made {-} See where the track is laid be Grandpop's Room Still hopin' I make him proud, add my grandma too Hit the scene like a hurricane an' hand out doom Forever ungrateful, {-} on benevolent hands you chew This– criticism done made me bitter, but never quittin' These funny niggaz, {-} made me livid, forever ventin' They found my trigger, do Twitter chitters about my writtens An' my decisions, contempt is vivid; they so dissentin' In my descent where I found the faith an' that motivation You know the Lord always bring you down when you boastin' brazen {-} Try not to air out my arrogance But I'm cocky 'cause I'm breathin', middle fingers in air again As you know, this my life, steady come wit' that work An' always will, {-} 'til I'm under that dirt Ironic, since I ain't dead, but I'm under that earth If you don't get it, won't revisit, tie you under my hearse {-} Since sixteen, my mission's been the same Still a renegade, strong-willed, built like steel frame Eighteen years later, {-} quote my vision wit' no shame Stand tall, hella bold, I am driven by acclaim

‘Baloney Thespians’ Hook A(×2): Niggaz say they know me, but– that just baloney Yeah, I see they all phony, tryna– act like they homies Need to take it to Broadway, I swear you'd get a Tony So theatrical, y'all play, I'm better by my lonely Verse 1: Been askin' that you pray for me, make sure I'm covered 'Cause it's demons all around, they aim to not be discovered {-} Who can I trust? –When e'ry foe once was a brother Faith in them just gave me angst, should've ran when I had my druthers Paranoid an' feelin' smothered, 'nother suspicion tethered Claim to be down forever, but struggles are never weathered –Whether or not they mean half they say, ain't here nor there Solo dolo how I been e'ryday, avoidin' snares –Surroundin' me wit' guns, cannons, knives an' javelins To make it clear they'll get me eventually, niggaz allergens An' I been sneezin', {-} influenced by some flu-like reason Trust done gave me cerebral dystrophy, darkness seizin' Hook A(×2) Verse 2: Yeah they smile in ya' face, but– they backstabbers No surprise, all disgrace, 'cause– they jibber-jabber Gon' make me come up out of my waist an' hit ya' bladder Me no killer, but to satiate insanity, I'll make you splatter Fuckin' wit' a man who got a whole lot to gain An'– nada to lose, 'cause I been done lost my brain –Also lost my girl, my muhfuckin' heart See– she wasn't happy, so she ripped mine apart {-} I pray she find peace, while far away from me Used to pray for us to mend, but I see it can't be 'Cause– this energy that I feel? So malignant Done seeped all into my soul, wholly indignant Hook B(×2): Say you want me happy, but– that just baloney Yeah, I see you hella phony, tryna– act like you fo' me Need to take it to Broadway, I swear you'd get a Tony So theatrical, no way, I'm better by my lonely

‘The Talk (Love Lost)’ Verse 1: Talk to myself 'cause I'm the only one that matters Got the only voice of true significance amongst the chatter See when– the others speak, it's nothin' but that bullshit Through one ear, an' out the other, backwards in the pulpit 'Cause– they be preachin' to the choir e'ryday Spreadin' lies, want me happy? Stay the fuck up out my way {-} Fuck up out my face, an' the fuck up out my inbox Goin' through the same mess I'm goin' through— ho, kick rocks Ain't ever cared, never tried to understand Now you want my sympathy, seekin' me to be that man Want my– shoulder to lean on, messages to cry in Tellin' me you down, bitch I ain't one to confide in **break** Verse 2: Talk to myself, no one else is worth the time Catchin' up feel like a waste, let me go to work on rhymes {-} Go to work on mine, work so I can shine Not about that hustle-grind, workin' smart to recline Since– happiness a state of mind, activate lobotomy At this rate it's gotta be—better than great monotony 'Cause I don't want that mundane, rat race wit' them Joneses Bad taste of that onus, wake-up call to where them bones is {-} Got a closet full of skeletons, walk-in like a clinic –Back to bein' a cynic, see the world the way I'm in it {-} No longer rose-tinted, nostalgia's in the trash Yeah, you pretty, but you ugly, an'– nasty like a rash {-} A part of my past where I wasted plenty seconds Gotta keep it pushin', well aware the future beckons Try to show you love, but you treat it like a weapon Somehow I'm now ya' nemesis, insolence done crept in {-} I would've did it all for you Would've– captured the world, make 'em all fall for you Make 'em– grovel an' worship, put ya' name in the stars Am I talkin' to myself, or to you through these bars?

‘#BONUS: Neva Gon' Stop ('Thought I Was Gonna Stop' FreetheStyleMIX)’ Verse: Way before Instagram, I was gettin' into grams Realized I ain't 'bout that life, move different, fam Different man, still bring +static+ like a stick of RAM Nerdy nigga, but I'm not square like dental dam It's on when it's on, never give it up Want this shit forever, never gonna live abrupt Work my way out the hood, don't wanna live corrupt Prayers up, push forward, nothin' will interrupt I– move wit' no filter, you be on that Snapchat Sick is as sick does, my strong suit a Hazmat Used to get laughed at, now I get mad dap Mad props, no beggin' like Madcon, go madcap Heavy on audacity, who you gettin' mad at? Who you gettin' smart wit'? Who you tryna jab at? I been on my job, just– show me where the lab at Tryna run wit' the GIANTS, fool, you a pack rat Competitive like a Saiyan, show me where the challenge at Bring a guillotine to the neck of ya' habitat Claimin' you can best me? Shit, I'ma challenge that Think you unbreakable? Watch a nigga damage that Art, music an' novels, do my best to balance that Walk a fine line, NFE a acrobat The Black Richard Grayson, facts an' innovation I'm back, reawakened, the track's a invocation

‘#THROWBACK: SILENCE (4 Da' King)’ Verse 1: An' I'm still, blazin' this trail– barefoot Walkin' this harsh road, bleedin' liters e'ry square foot You can find me there in the trenches, kickin' on e'ry snare put Step on foes toes, no fucks given 'bout their foot In the field heavy like shotputs, encounter the gamble Where roses wit' thorns, lead to mountainous bramble An'– crabs will pull you down like slot machine levers I'm sick of the noise, so if it's not serene? Sever Needin' all that silence to think clearly Meditatin' on the act of leavin' y'all behind My goals– too big for goalies to get in there an' block Aimin' high an' still hit the net wit' a trick shot See... this not just 'bout havin' my wrist rocked But I pity those who don't want big money in Hip-Hop So it's silly to put the city on 'em an' get rocked Let 'em wallow in mediocrity, swallowin' cocks while they shit flop Verse 2: I'm still in line to burn 'em up, will not rest 'til my journey's up 'Fore I lie, catch a hernia; put ya' stacks an' ya journal up Steady puttin' that murder up, anyone will concur wit' thus Don't shit on the message, it's best to side wit' the courier Uhn, career funeral, got half a mind to bury ya' For all that shit you poppin', actin' like that crap will further ya' My heart's on hypothermia, love's not what you're worthy of Said this earlier: No fucks given; pro'lly blurred to ya' Let's keep it a buck: Ain't no one out here scared of ya' Just a bunch of pups wit' the bite of a toothless terrier So that should clear the air for ya', not one soul in ya' area Is threatened by ya' trash talk from behind a barrier Bein' successful is the best revenge A dish that's best served cold, ergo: Goin' Diamond But still accept Platinum, rhymin' adept fat hymns Slept on 'cause y'all slackin', disrespectin' an' yackin' Interjectin' wit' tantrums, I'll intellectually flatten Any jester in action; the texture of thee is satin Conceptually, you chicken shit, in the shape of a bantum The king is back, so kneel like Kaepernick wit' the anthem