"No Shreds"

The voices in my brain say kill the game an' leave no shreds
Get at rappers like a cartel, leave no heads
Sick of niggaz sleepin', so I snatch the sheets, pillows an' beds
Sew this muhfucka up, leave no threads
Of course I'm the best, way ahead of the class
Like I'm - eatin' the teacher's pussy under the desk
An' she's - lookin' good like my Spanish teacher in 9th grade
Sexy as fuck, type of body I will catch a fade
Over... if her man's found out
Tell him it was worth it for he knock my ass out
Wake up grinnin', blood leakin' outta my mouth
Not givin' a fuck, point of this anecdote no doubt
Student of the old school, lyricism is in my veins
Give every verse - my humor, anger an' pain
Most times I'm full of rage, but I'm learnin' to manage
My fury - a lot better thru rappin'
So I appear - cool, calm an' collected on this track
Like my favorite rapper which is Curren$y in fact
An' uh... he's the inspiration for me hittin' this beat
So I'm goin' in, bringin' the heat
Tryna hit the right notes wit'out seein' the sheet
Stayin' abreast/a breast in this flood wit'out seein' the teat
Heh... yeah, they'll never catch the wordplay
So I flip the bird, dude it's absurd what them nerds say
Respect to Max B, I'm tryna make waves
Do it the way those before me did it, the road's paved
Whips from success, 16 bars a slave
Close curtains on these morons then dab on they grave
I am - one of those rappers that you have to play
Once you hear the mixtape, it's shit you have to save
You gotta rave, pump your fists, the roof has got to raise
Out that awkward phase, left them fools in a daze
You know me...

Call me king...

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"Titled Untitled, Pt. 1"

I just wanna eat, got the appetite of 8 lumberjacks at a Waffle House
Wish I could go an' make a couple stacks, narrow options down
I hate the struggle, it's wack, an' what comes wit' that, I can't toggle out
Mind is obsessed wit' makin' numbers fat, leave the slumber back in grandfather's house
Morons thought I had beef, but I just left the offal out
Yet an' still if they want war, I'll gladly go that awful route
Never back down from a fight, I'm a warrior, a Spartan when it's on
John Spartan leadin' the charge, Madison Square Garden when in my zone
So you can come an' spectate, watch witches burn without a stake
'Cause e'rytime that I script, I'm makin' the world turn in outer space
I learn when out the space of the majority, explorin' the real aspects of fake
I'm in my prime e'ry year, a +Wiz+ like Jibril Caliphate
I'm nice as the crown they bestowed on me, feel like Lawler, but no robe on me
A kilo like the earlobe on me, carryin' Atlas weight without the globe on me
Stressed an' losin' optimism, blessed - but stricken wit' noxious vision
Settlin' for less, truly got the symptoms, in a state of unrest an' boxed like prison
My only escape is these rhymes, the keys to the shackles? Ten feet of pentameter
However, I'm still locked in my mind, baffled in this mental theater
I was born a loser, but I've been bred to win, Secretariat wit' the pen
It's Triple Crowns e'rytime I compose bars, heavy lariat 'til the end
'Cause life is a rodeo, an' prosperity's a wild bronco I've yet to maintain a hold of
E'rytime I come out, I'm bucked off into some cold mud
I Kanye shoulder shrug, display a ferocious mug an' play the clown like Bobby Hill
Sinkin' in the quicksand of this industry where folks don't care if you got the skill
Sometimes I wonder why I try, why I push forward an' why I still look up
Even though pessimism's sneakin' up on me wit' a uncomfortable shoulder rub
Which turns to aggressively caressin' the temples of my cranium
Forcin' Fineprint to write, but e'ry instrumental is drainin' him
I self-destruct, reconstruct then disassemble into fours like a labium
Now all my insecurities are external like the vulva; go 'head an' label 'em
Let the sunshine in like a atrium, I need it to warm the blood in my atria
Turn up the volume like a cardiac auricle, then put the buds to ya' auricular
I show love to some particular, but it's not always requited
An' that lack of love has become my downfall, I try hard to fight it
The atmosphere is so awkwardly quiet, sometimes I riot, but only in thought
Right now, I'm in confessional in my cerebral, peace an' quiet where the lonely get lost
Speakin' to the Father, but he don't say much back short of "Continue"
That reply applies to e'rything, so I'm still stuck in this venue
In a heated state of confusion, that's a very fervid fugue
Dissociative, no social gatherings for this nerd, removed
An' I'm a nerd that's rude, far from the herd, that's cool
Yeah, I heard them fools, but none of their words are jewels
See I used to be at bat, but now I just deal wit' trash like Denzel in "Fences"
Used to release tracks so ill, now I'm sidetracked by cash, got frail defenses
Mind obsessed wit' obtainin' mills, there's backlash from dam-sels an' gent'men
Prayin' that I get this deal, so I can smash wit' mad sells, get thickskin
Right now, they showin' 0% interest like the first 60 days wit' Chase
Time is of the essence, so they ain't worth 60 days to chase
Asked 'em to +Call Me King+, they'd much rather me get flayed an' staked
Crucified upside down like Simon Peter, left in the sun's rays an' baked
I admit it, I'm guilty of bein' selfish, I do my walk of shame e'ryday
An' some days I break, all the way down, tears run a maze on my face
Do my talk of blame e'ryday, e'rybody but me is always responsible
For the way my life went, too bad I couldn't have been a Huxtable
I've swallowed my pride so many times, got Escherichia in my abdominal
An' a perpetual case of Streptococcal flarin' up my throat an' tonsils
Torn up things I've wrote many a time, they weren't dope or phenomenal
Just another earmark of failure to hide off in my chronicles
I stay tethered to my domicile, if I ain't workin' on rhymes, I'm watchin' anime
Or on the game, lettin' a First-person shooter take me away