"IMPROVEMENT SEASON Intro" Fly nigga, take shits when I crest on 'em Takin' time to improve 'fore I drop my best on 'em Legend in the makin', GOAT in the flesh on 'em Wish a nigga would, I'll Nat Demerest on 'em Niggaz sleepin' on me, it's cool, gon' rest, homie 'Til ya get a wake-up call, no time for text, homie Let me breathe, get it off my chest, homie Be secure like Wi-Fi, no guests, homie 2016, get these niggaz out my avenue No-Fly Zone, this ain't a realm you wanna travel to Gotta a lotta energy, niggaz wanna tap my brew Walkin' glass house, don't make me fuck around an' shatter you Tell these bitches I don't need 'em, I ain't FEMA, I won't feed 'em I'll just beat it, then delete 'em; cancel her, I like my freedom I got goals, I'm tryna meet, like loc'n down yo' fuckin' street Beatin' up yo' block on 14 inches, three-wheelin' (Like a tricycle, my nigga, I rhyme sicker Put me on a beat, I bust it like a nine-nickel Fine was designed an' inclined to make the blind feel 'em Fuck is on yo' mind, fall behind, asinine an' bitter) Whooo, I just found my mojo like I'm Austin Powers Oooh, I should go to Tokyo an' make it shower Oooh, if I had the bands an' the fuckin' power You, would see me breakin' records every fuckin' hour Hol' up... (Know I do it best when I emulate I am not ashamed, so this talent I will demonstrate Niggaz claim the best when they don't even possess a trait Reason why their little mixtapes are in dire straits ROYALTY like Don Glover, not a dong lover Diamond in the rough, uncovered, now the Sun's touched him Lit up like the Borealis, think I'm David Boreanaz But I'm not a +Angel+, I'm a demon movin' like piranhas) Circlin' when I sense the +Blood+ like I'm Rollin' 60 #TGL be the movement, GORV rollin' wit' me Take ya best shot quick wit' what ya holdin', hit me I know you hate I never quit, you can never get me Niggaz so - bland, man they tracks need napalm Lips need lipbalm, hear they shit an' facepalm Stay calm, got a arsenal, niggaz ain't armed Fuck wit' Fineprint, I am there like State Farm (Verified, fuckin' fresh to death, no probate Hook, line an' sinker, yeah I reel 'em in wit' pro-bait Movin' on up, I do it at a pro rate Steady gettin' praise, now I need the dough to prorate What...)

"Catalyst Hammer: SAVAAR's Upgrade" Shake the rust off, this too deep for who's laughin' You gassed, I can see yo' +yellow streak+ like Jules Jannsen .22, but not his birth, February cold, too handsome Shells from the back, like Blastoise -- two cannons Dreams of Giuseppe Hi-Tops an' jewels dancin' My name get +Cheers+ like Bebe Neu - an' Danson See me do - my anthem, think he's through wit' rappin'? Chibi dudes, I smash them, keep my cool an' fashion Will rule this planet, fuck where you standin' The +Chief+ come in just like - Buck Buchanan On defense, thou can't pass, after my quarter back/quarterback In disarray in the scrimmage, bringin' order back I - came to slaughter that, which is impure Bring the water back, the king is dyin', he needs a cure I'm - sure that when - this shit drop, it'll be lit Like - nitrogen trichlo', set off inside a cyclo' Ill 'til the end of my life cycle, two fingers out -- Pierre Dulong Beware when dude's on I go off, I'm too strong; ammonia highly concentrated On ya', highly underrated; flow is fly enough to make it Knowin' I'm the fuckin' greatest, shown wit' 90 rhymes I'm makin' Road's - highly tough I'm takin', but I'ma fuckin' take it See I'm above the hatred, I love the rush of breakin' Goin' against the grain, flowin' wit' grit an' pain +7 years+ like a Windowpane, +floundered+ in this game Pouted an' switched my name, doubted that shit can change Rerouted my wits an' rage, see every scripted page Has been a buildin' block, leads right up to this age My heart's a wicked cage, in which a blacksmith Wit' a heated hammer chips away - at ice that it contains A lot of love remains, fuelin' my drive More torque than a Porsche Spyder, the Mutsu of my eye Be's Hip-Hop, I go in like Marshawn Beast Mode 'til the end of my road, SAVAAR's gone... Improvement Season...

"Bars Droppin', Get It Poppin'" Verse 1: The GIANTS be the league, yeah I'm bossin', nigga You should call me Rufus Teague the way I'm saucin', nigga See, the way I bring the +Heat+, call me Bosh, nigga An' if you ain't up to speed, here's some NOS, nigga Oh - sayin' you gon' knock me off, that's false, nigga Woah - you poppin' blah blah, take a loss, nigga Yo - in the runnin' to be socked in yo' jaw, nigga So - better keep ya cool, you ain't raw, nigga Skrrrt! - pump ya fuckin' breaks, get a grip, nigga I been bein' good, don't make me slip, nigga Get to bangin' like a Blood or a Crip, nigga Wild West, 6-shooter from the hip, nigga An' the shit that I'm talkin', I will back it up Ain't gotta be a thug to get you blasted up But I'd rather knuckle up, Paq an' Floyd, nigga 'Cause all ya hatin' really got me annoyed, nigga I just wanna do better, get my grind on Beast Mode forever, so clever when I'm in my zone My fans tethered to my flow, mobile hotspot Got the drive, Print on the move, peep the bars drop Like I'm out the range of service, see my fuckin' purpose Is to live it to the limit 'cause I do deserve it No matter what the beat, that shit is gettin' murdered Any time of day, I slay like Bey; nothin' further See my bars speak volumes, while yours just murmur I could show you how to flow, but you's a slow learner So just flail in my flames, this a slow burn I would give you some props, but it ain't yo' turn Hook(x2): "IMPROVEMENT SEASON", let's get it poppin', nigga July 15 is when it's droppin', nigga Finesse in the flow, no stoppin', nigga Keep ya ear close like you fuckin' eavesdroppin', nigga Verse 2: See you gotta beg my pardon, I'm so wavy Like a 2-piece an' a biscuit, shit is gravy Red Light District, that's the flow -- fuck you, pay me The bars goin' hard like a Zoe, so crazy Nerdy, fuckin' gnarly, ghetto an' amazin' Tardy for the party, but I came thru wit' a Asian Tell my girl I'm sorry, it's publicity in Asia Just one night for her memoirs, no geisha An' I'm just speakin' the future, gotta make it exist I'm gettin' better, see my foes, I'm makin' 'em tense I want a Caddy wit' some vogues, wine-colored tints Canary princess cuts blingin' on both wrists It's all comin' together, startin' to make sense What I'm givin' is free, but it accrues cents An' them cents multiply into that big bank Shoutout to Trell, we go back like the "No Limit" tank Hook(x1) Outro: Fuck if you're appeased, boy please, don't want no problems, nigga Once I'm gettin' cheese, ya bitch'll be on her knees, ready to option, nigga That's a promise, nigga; do you copy, nigga? I'm 'bout the hit the big time, just watch me, nigga... IMPROVEMENT SEASON...

"Leave Me Be, Pt. II.V / #JustSomeBarsLOL" Kindergarten to 12th grade, was spit at an' picked on An' that was - fuel for me to come back an' shit on Any bully, rival an' fake friend I ever came across Been a loser all my life: No more takin' a loss I know, they look at Fineprint like he ain't a boss Muhfuckaz here the rhymes, actin' like it ain't the sauce But I'm - saucin' on 'em, king in my own mind Crazy, 'cause I never quit believin' in my own grind What's a goal if you lack heart to bring it to fruition? Why fight if dreams just get deferred on your mission? We all - have a vision, it's what we do that counts Life is - guns an' roses, bittersweet in adequate amounts This my third time tellin' y'all to leave me be Should I - cock the pistol just to see you flee? Told you in 2013, this ain't the realest shit I ever wrote I am - forever real, wit' facts you - forever quote Roll the reel to the documentary, peep the commentary There's a lot of artists out here that come to tarry An' I - don't waste time, 'cause I'm about my business If we gon' make it in this game, gotta get serious No time for apologies, can do without forgiveness All those who doubted the kid, get to bear witness To the - success of me an' those who stayed true Not the fairweather fans who tucked tail an' flew When - shit got hard an' hit the fan sumpin' wild Turned on the kid 'cause he switched his style Not there - when I was feelin' faithless an' downtrodden It's okay, your disrespect will see to it you're not forgotten That's my word... I took an OATH to never MINCE my words So - fuck censorship an' all who object to what they heard Middle digit flippin' birds, dude, I +swear by the dog+: dead serious/Sirius You, Rhadamanthus an' the FCC can drink Jell-O bleach shots wit' tampons in 'em from some chick's period Yeah, sorry for bein' extra, but the flow's +gadzooks+ An' I'm 'bout to fill a nail gun wit' +God's hooks+; it's off the books So Jesus Christ, Judas Priest an' all those other swears, gimme a "Hell yeah" 'Fore we hit Heaven, or I'll Stunner yo' ass off the stairs I - spit 16's just to blow off steam, put some sugar in the Maxwell's House Or - keep sippin' yo' Expresso, I prefer somethin' more mellow So, 'til my name's at the top like a patron of Starbucks I'm just - gonna keep steppin' these bars up I ain't hard up, but I got a hard-on for success; you hard-pressed To find a flaw in my design, but all mine are God blessed It's not - blaspheme to say the Lord blessed me wit' these rhymes Any talent or gift is always delivered by the Almighty See I shine, so you can call me sun or solar ray Either way, I'm givin' you a +Thriller+ like Ola Ray These are just some bars, random lines pieced together but fit rightly It's like, they were made for each other, quite nicely Lyricism will forever delight me, reactive adaptation Reactive 'cause it's responding to the stimulus of many lyricists Adaptation 'cause it's changin' to fit the style an' skill of this period Put it all together an' you see why I'm growin' non-stop Steadily improvin', it's the season for it; I'm gettin' hotter July 15th is here if you're hearin' this, straight-forward an' proper There's no competition around except me, myself an' I An' see me, myself an' I refuse to be left behind So - I'm goin' in, leavin' mutilated emcees in my wake The beast within is wide awake, anybody ready to raise the stakes? IMPROVEMENT SEASON...

"Double Suicide (#Bck2Bck)" Verse 1: I'll break you niggaz off somethin' proper out the gate Two fingers in the air for them niggaz who can't relate Two fingers in the air for them fools that's second place Them dudes in despair, my tunes exquisite taste I'm - rude for my food, voracious an' eat the plate Set a mood wit' my tunes, bodacious on each tape I - do what I do 'cause the move's to be great So - goons get consumed, ladies swoon 'cause I'm a ace Let's - turn it up a notch, upper echelon, crush whoever comes For my spot, I up the level, son, bust a megaton Dust'll settle on ya grave where I plant my pedestal Stamp my federal - dead on ya coffin, slanted but legible Tracks just practice, major in one-upmanship Flavor - to come an' get Fuck wit' this, +In The Hills, The Cities+, make a note of that A nigga catchin' bigger bodies than +Popolac+ I got my swag back daddy, that's word to Hova Carter Print's ya Holy Father, know me for total slaughter My vocal's on an' poppin', Chris Breezy wit' the steez I never lose momentum when facin' my enemies Pro'lly get tired of me braggin' an' boastin' when flowin' You can call it showboatin', it's whatever floats yours Just love aggressive rhymin', but can switch to any style A lil' somethin' I'll demonstrate right now Picture me rollin' in a Maybach wit' the partition Yves St. Lauren frames blockin' haters from my vision Me an' my lady in the back, I'm gettin' dome, pullin' on her Remy Kinda slizzed off Grey Goose an' Henny Trukfit on my person, Supras on my feet Tatted like a G, you would swear I'm from the streets See -- can't a young nigga get money anymore? I mean, make some hit records, movin' Diamond out the stores Since a kid, a young nigga just wanted to go plat I mean, ain't that the mission? Get ya bank account fat? Heh, I guess I'm in the wrong genre Feelin' like Steph Curry, got a +Warrior's+ hunger Feelin' like Steph Curry, I should be ya MVP Feelin' like Steph Curry, put up nothin' but 3's Ooooh wee... who's he? Long sleeve, we can roll up Brolic wit' the flow, see the line gettin' swolle up Hol' up, I'm talkin' bars an' you talkin' Xanax Catalog already large, this just a annex Rap superhero, but sweetheart -- no spandex A missile just for you, but I'ma hit ya man next I drop mixtapes fuckin' back to back Go Beast Mode an' attack the track Back to back, like that nigga Janus Go thru the portal head first an' kiss my anus My reflection tellin' me to touch my shoulder, dust myself Toss a octopus dick, now you can go fuck ya'self How am I gon' trust ya if ya don't trust ya'self? It's too many notches, you gon' need another belt Back up in my zone, shakin' off the stigma Piece of advice: Go get that Llama like Yzma Put it to ya brain, let it rat-a-tat-tat Now ya' homie should pick it up, suicide back to back

"Kemosahbee" I got lean, I got Sprite, I got Xanax, I got white Got Caucasians, Guyanese, Chinese on my side I got Rovers an' Bugattis, Lambos to Maseratis Got Givenchy an' Versace, 'Dusa head all on my body Need Whitney? I need Becky,; drop it off, sloppy toppy I need noggin', gimme noggin'; suck me 'til I'm feelin' groggy Screamin' woah kemosahbee! Shave that coke -- Neo-Nazi (Screamin' woah kemosahbee! Shave that coke -- Neo-Nazi) Sellin' O's, Boyardee; give them hoes a quarter ki Have her run it cross the border, meet papi in El S.G. I got Perks an' LSD, I got clerks, move work for me I got shirts an' scarves that's Hermes; I'm dope, that's what yo' girl say I'm deep up in her world, mayne; lickin' on that pearl an' Designer jeans that's Balmain, acid-washed the style an' Su-Wooin' an' wilin', 'bout to buy a island You niggaz buyin' yachts, I buy the comp, let money pile, man I'm shittin' on you, saucin', more product than Slauson No fuckz to what it's costin', cop it 'cause it's awesome My bottom bitch out here bossin', keepin' my hoes in check, got dough to collect 6-4 on the set, shit, we rollin' in that; pour up Moet, then roll in to sex Whole squad atcha neck, shit, we known to finesse; niggaz should've known not to go wit' them threats We known as the best, got chrome on deck; hair trigger on the tech, lotta holes in ya chest Servin' these niggaz shells, ain't talkin' no Escargot I'm whippin', see that car go, look up like where yo' broad go On 1800 TQ, sippin' that shit, where she leave you? At the table alone, faded an' gone; don't hate it 'cause we made it, holmes Save it, shit, she naked, jones; I'm rakin' in that cake she want An' I just want that pussuan; scoop up +Ice Cream+ like Wu-Kwon That's Wu-Tang an' Raekwon, an' like Juicy J an' Kreayshawn We trippy, mayne, she drippy, mayne; drippin' all on my woodgrain It's a hood thang, just let it bang; you ain't gettin' her back, she love the best Singin' that - I fuck the best, left my shirt ripped like Russell West An' I'm gone...

"Untitled Outro (64 Bars)" I guess it's best nowadays that everything is left a secret 'Cause the more you reveal, the less they wanna peep shit I got a lot of people claimin' they in my corner, but fittin' me for that dunce hat An' others who say they interested but pro'lly never once heard me rap I shouldn't have to tag muhfuckaz just to get 'em to listen But you know how it is, gotta make 'em pay attention It's funny that when I share some shit dissin' Obama or backin' the police That fuckz come out the woodwork to say they piece But once I share them links, eyes are obviously closed Lyin' like they didn't see it, but the truth is what I know Then this sappy loverboy keeps subbin' me in his posts I shouldn't even acknowledge 'em, but you know how kids are on the coast Hippies, hipsters an' beachboys, the bane of my existence An' wannabe Conscious rappers wit' unrhythmic spittin' I've come across so many who can't flow, but wanna criticize my tracks Because I switch it up ever so often when I rap Hatin' on the Auto-Tune an' the materialistic flows Upset that I say how I feel despite who wants to oppose Then my girl wants to complain, an' shit I love her to death But what she says makes me feel like I can't be myself When I'm Fineprint or SAVAAR, 'cause the second a bitch is mentioned in my lines Her feelings are hurt, though the lyrics are designed To express my dreams an' past goals, shit, they ain't nothin' but rhymes However, I know she don't even see it that way Maybe one day she'll be able to separate the fact from the fiction Wit' all the books she reads, I thought she could discern the truth of my admissions An' I know she's hearin' this an' feeling quite disrespected For that I apologize, but I have to express my stress Movin' along, sometimes I can't tell if Ron really has my back When I see the shit he posts an' don't know how to react Because when I post somethin', I have to inbox or text to alert him it's up An' in my paranoid mind, that shit sucks Because, I know he works a lot, but it's quite funny That he can share memes an' other things while supposedly makin' money An' I shouldn't complain, but I have so much fuckin' pent-up rage I deserve the muthafuckin' respect an' attention, especially wit' how my bars have been raised Even at this age, I still don't have a strong enough sense of self To stay motivated an' keep pushin' despite e'ryone else Not backin' me how they used to, sometimes I lay down an' shed tears An' I feel that's pathetic to even express to my peers For one of my biggest fears is failure, but how can a nigga make it When the ones who should be helpin' keep tryin' my patience It's enough to make me say fuck this rap shit an' fuck a muhfuckin' deal 'Cause y'all worship an' idolize those who don't even keep it real By now I've had my fuckin' fill of the bullshit an' bein' ignored Why I gotta sound like these wack niggaz out to muhfuckin' score Your ears for those plays I strive to make e'ryday Why I gotta be on iTunes or Spotify to make a way Why I gotta even try to get attention from folks who don't even wanna hear? An' most of all, why the fuck am I even here?! But yo... shoutout to the ones who still listen an' download Keep ya umbrellas an' raincoats on, this ain't yo' downpour This shit is for e'ry fuck who told me not to stop but they stopped checkin' in Guess I'm takin' too long to make them moneymakin' record spins What the fuck happened to my lil bro Pete? He was diehard over my bars An' where the fuck have Epitaph, Marlin an' Escobar been thus far Wait, forget that last one, I know why Esco doesn't listen So, I'm gonna just move it along I shouldn't have to make some Pop-type songs just for you to sing along But I up an' fuckin' did it just to prove the doubt in my mind wrong An' shit, I'm gettin' misty-eyed writin' this shit I should tear it apart, because y'all don't respect my art An' what comes from my heart, so why I even continue? I guess it's true, they'll never love or miss you 'til someone ends you So I'm gone...