‘Goodness Graced US’ Verse 1 [Fineprint Misread]: Rain drops keep fallin' on my head But I heard it never rains in So Cal, may be time for movin' out 27, it's pressure to get the fuck on wit' life Buckle down for a degree an' get the fuck off the mic Wait a minute, hold ya horses 'fore you draw an' quarter me This my life, there's no direction in which you can order me Hate when people complain 'bout what I'm doin', like they Financially supportin' me, give 'em +Two Words+ like Ye That's, fuck 'em... they don't want no part of me How could you not take credit? It's yo' bullshit that started me That's when I start to go berserk, then I flip retardedly An' I craft a masterpiece straight from the tattered heart of me Straight out the - bucket of crabs into a snare full of sinners They get you - caught up in vices 'cause they so scared of winners I got the - weight of the jungle on my shoulders, so I'm Movin' slower than usual in my race against time It's - more than a rhyme, win for my team wit' a mean dunk One wit' the grind down to gears like Steampunk All for one, 'til one hit it like lottery An' erase the racists judgin' our skin like dermatology *Verse 2 [Knowledge 10-5]* Hook(x1): Oh Lord, yes Lord, goodness gracious Goodness graced us, race for them papers Ever since free lunch an' fee waivers Been on it to sew more oats than Quakers Oh Lord, yes Lord, goodness gracious Goodness graced us, race for them papers Fuck the pigs who would rather shoot than taze us We don't die, we multiply; struggles made us

‘Shame On a Nigga '15’ Verse 1 [Fineprint Misread]: Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Buckwild, I flame on a nigga Embers flyin' off my tongue, niggaz runnin' when it's brung Call 'em J'onn J'onzz 'cause they 'fraid of the heat That's the gun Clear 'em out, bustin' like revenge of Trayvon Martin; my nigga beg your pardon You - Zimmerman smackdab in the slums Wit' a target on ya back; lights please -- bring the coffin Not worried 'bout foes, those, I kill 'em often The male Emma Frost, thick skin, never soften Bossin' 'til I fuck up commas an' wreck a decimal An' turn a nigga smile to a frown like Hexadecimal *Verse 2 [Knowledge 10-5]* Hook(x2): Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Come back an' tear these niggaz up! *Verse 3 [Knowledge 10-5]* Hook B(x1): Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Buckwild, I flame on a nigga Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Stand back, I'ma tear these niggaz up! Verse 4 [Fineprint Misread]: Yo... You fuckin' wit' the intangible, the +Vandal+, the +Savage+ +The Brave and The Bold+; on tracks, I straight ravage Scretchin' shit out like Ralph Digby (Dibny) They bound to dig me; cough up a lung, shrivel a kidney The belly of the beast couldn't hold me, spread to the bloodstream Strivin' for peace, love an' cream Wayfarer travel an' change eras, minister like Kahn-Farrah Sendin' niggaz back to Genghis Khan era Get it crunker than Twin Cams, Mjolnir when my pen slams Got crack an' dealin' it in grams Rap so flim flam, shhhh -- hope diggy Airborne, flyin' high; the feelin' is so Diggy I'm a Viking, I stake claim, start makin' it mine Only +warriors+ more +powerful+ than me are +patience+ an' +time+ The Little Engine That Could, I am anxious this time Takin' my time, a new paradigm; build off an' make shine

‘Bullhorns’ Verse 1 [Fineprint Misread]: Old head, drink bleach an' give ya cronies the backwash Now +Run Tell Dat+ like Marty Mar, faggot back off I'm on attack y'all, if you ain't feelin' me Go run that fade when the beat drops; attack, dawg Or fall off me an' sip ya tea like Kermit I'm in deep thought, brainstormin', ducked off like a hermit Wanna be a bitch like Bruce, well you earned it See the bridge fallin' down 'cause a muhfucka burned it Lookin' at the rap game, an', shit ain't the same How do all these lames even manage to have publishin' Disgustin', man, I should run in the stu, DDT the engineer An' the four ghostwriters, so it's crystal clear We ain't fuckin' wit' that, open a Stone Cold 6-pack Of whoopass then find where ya bitch at An' any fan that kiss ass, we don't cast pearls Before legions of swine, we are heavenly divine Hook(x2): Now we gon' need a little crowd participation Stomp them niggaz in the mosh pit for hatin' Rap so amazin', when asked, yo' attention Blastin' thru the bullhorns, muhfucka listen *Verse 2 [Knowledge 10-5]* Hook(x2)

‘They Only Listen 2 The Melody’ *Hook(x2) [Knowledge 10-5]* *Verse 1 [Knowledge 10-5]* *Hook(x2) [Knowledge 10-5]* Verse 2 [Fineprint Misread]: This rap shit is my life, I'm always puttin' in work An' I'ma keep puttin' in work 'til I'm put in the dirt Want people to push ya product? Start pushin' it first Grind mode an' reach ears of the plebes on this earth Unconcerned - wit' sellin' y'all a fourth of my merch 'Cause y'all support niggaz who don't even write a fourth of they verse There are no co-credits on mine Fineprint steadily shine, don't pathetically rhyme Can't flow like Daddy Kane, but they rock the Hi-Top fade Either that, or it's skinny jeans an' box braids Look at that, the latest years of what Hip-Hop made Bullshit -- that ain't Hip-Hop that you played I don't - ride waves, I bring - typhoons Causin' more fatalities than Tobias an' Boon Consumed - by rage from what these sheep are tellin' me "We don't listen to words, only the melody."