Lyrics

Alone Featuring LelaBizz

Produced By Jeffrey Manequin

 

Verse

I know you probably thinking what the hell is this about

Stimuli’s soft and went the women getting route,

Love Jones, Breakup yea I had my doubts

But as I go through ups and downs I can’t ignore the ins and outs

So maybe there’s a chance that you are slightly similar,

Social life resembling some moments in the cinema,

Chicks have called me cold and it was not about my temperature

Measured me with rulers then they treat me like an emperor

In the past

So I wrote songs

Used to wanna hang up

But I would hold on

To someone that I knew I treated so wrong

But things were big when we connected, it was Voltron

And I was getting head

The black lion

The African leo, a rap giant

But there’s a lot of days I looked past rhyming

Girls whining, mad lion,

…And I don’t mean the reggae artist,

When I hurt ‘em I would beg they pardon

Every argument would wreck they heart and

the tears fell down they Estee lauder

and right then was when the essays started in song

and I would venture into honesty…

They had to hear these musical apologies

Imagine someone telling you they locked in

to a situation with you ‘til they find a better option

And yea I know I talked a couple times about this topic

but this s–t is not misogyny its loving verses logic

This is knowing that the neighbor’s grass is just as green as yours

But you still check out their yard every time you pass they door

How the f–k you tell somebody that you need em that you’re sure that they’re the one

But then that one turns into four

I’m an asshole

I was gassed so much

I hope she finds

Another dude and I feel stupid and I cry

And then it happened

Chorus 2X

I’d go off into a zone,

wanting someone special when I’m chilling on my own

Then I find a queen instead of giving her the throne

I just hurt her til she’s gone

Maybe I’m supposed to be alone

HELP (How Can I?) Featuring N.I.K

Produced By Clams Casino

 

Chorus

 

How can I love somebody else,

If I can’t love myself enough to know

That I need help?

 

Verse

When I die f–k it I wanna go to Heaven,

I wrote my first suicide note when I was seven

It said I wanna see if y’all love me so I’m leaving here today

My mother found it and she beat me til I couldn’t feel no pain

I I’m

obsessed with the end, I always talk about it wit my friends

but I don’t wanna go I just don’t know

if God’s still with me I been sinning on the low

I been calling women hoes then I act like the name that I call em

I expected them to come and even run when I would call em

and they did,

Girl I ain’t s–t

I took so much, I don’t know how to give

It’s good to be alive, but it’s better if you live

I remember as a runner taking money from this kid

and I knew who it was for, ‘cause his mama’s gut was big

but my mans didn’t care, yea I thought it wasn’t fair but it was life

My job now is I speak to beats

Nobody buys it though, my speech just leaks

My mother told me I just sleep and eat I went to college for nothing,

But if those dollars were coming, that shit would keep the peace

I did a song called I wish I was you, because I couldn’t understand how this chick that I knew

was in love wit somebody that does not have a clue

why he’s hot, where he’s going who he is, if you know him

You will see he’s a fool, he does not like his position on the planet

‘cause he’s acting like Tupac is competition I’m

chasing ghosts

I can’t even beat the living and I’m battling the dead I know you want to have a kid

but I ain’t even have a threesome I ain’t even have a hit

I ain’t wild out on tour,

I don’t feel like I’m the s–t

I ain’t get to have an actress on my mattress sharing oxygen,

if I f–k Kerry Washington it might not make my problems end but

I might feel more accomplished then I told y’all I’m obnoxious and y’all haters call me conscious but I’m sleep man

Waking up alone,

Bachelor for life kinda changing up my tone

This is so honest I don’t know if y’all like it but I wouldn’t be me if I ain’t write it

Make sense? I had to see my grandma die

Before I got a Grammy yea I fantasize

I never celebrated valentine’s now you trying to turn me into family guy

Chorus

 

All About Us Featuring N.I.K

Produced By Nubbz

 

Chorus

It’s all about you and I and I

Girl we go thru some lows and highs and highs

No matter what we will get by get by

Together we gon ride gon ride then fly then fly we’re fly so fly

Verse 1

I don’t care what they say,

they could spray hate, they could try to lie to you with a straight face

they gon see the pictures of places that we vacate,

while they still stuck in the same state

A state of shock, state of depression

They worried bout us like a fatal obsession,

So the love we got is like aiming a weapon

at the heart of the naysayers I know that they praying

you and I slip and break up, that’s so wrong

But the creator made us, so strong and…

We really been in it for so long and

When I’m in it I’m in it for so long

And you love it, tell everybody else

You don’t need anybody else

it’s just you, me, us against the earth.

I’mma have your back for what it’s worth

Chorus

Verse 2

Everybody else gon try to kill,

This thing that we got, like it’s not for real,

They don’t understand

From what I could feel people think they Dr. Phil

But we got it locked and sealed

I know your friends are saying

“What about when he tours and all them dime girls give it up like whores?”

take your time girl.

They messin with your mind girl, ‘cause you know what they really wanna say is

“yo I wish he was mine girl”

And you letting ‘em in,

it’s a game to these chickens and you letting ‘em win

See we don’t gotta argue bout

Who gon’ take the garbage out?

You don’t gotta bitch and moan

Sometimes I don’t give you doe,

I ain’t gon stress you ma

You don’t wanna exercise

I don’t wanna eat right

It don’t gotta be a fight

you know about my job,

you know I’m a flirt

Girl if I ain’t have a job

You and I would still work

Chorus

 

Superstar

Produced By Radio Maschine
Verse 1
You could have the title,

you could be my lady,

you could be the wifey,

Yea I’m sounding crazy

‘cause I’m sposed to be a player but I’m standing in the stands

with my hands in the air like a mother f–king fan

just for you, shorty it’s for you,

you know I be clapping and applauding

when I get up in the morning ‘cause it’s, like a show, last night was a performance,

you interact with the audience now I’m here wanting more

encore just excuse me I’m finished with my mack phase

now I’m like a groupie trying to meet you backstage

just so you could use me kinda like a black slave

‘cause a good girl’s hard to find like the bat cave

I have your back cave in when I’m touching it

I know you know it’s going down when I’m up in it

You don’t have me tricking cheese like them other chicks

I throw you Mickey d’s I’m loving it

Chorus 2X

You could be my girl.

I’ll be where you are

I could be the fan

You could be the star

I got my hands up hands up waving at my baby

I’mma stand up I’mma stand up stand up stand up

Screaming for my lady huh

Verse 2

I’m a fan a supporter, thank your  grandmother’s daughter

And your  pops ‘cause he bagged her and made you come out so gorgeous,

even though he didn’t stay and sometimes we be talking

bout the days life was awful growing up like an orphan

and I wish I was there then,

But I’m here now

And I’m cheering, yelling real loud

Whether with flats on or heeled out,

with a hoody on up in Target, dudes still gon be stalking

I want you from every angle, lets reinvent and try positions

Tell your  girls so they say I wish I was with him,

Or even better they gon wish they was you,

if you feel like bringing em thru, I won’t be mad,

I’m bad youre’ the baddest if you ever start to feel overshadowed by my status

just know that what really matters

is I treat like you the one on the stage

And there is nothing that could get in our way

Chorus

 

 

Feel Good Featuring Nephu

Produced By The Letter C

If you scared say you scared girl say you scared if you scared say you scared girl

Chorus

I don’t really know what you been thru

But nobody else can do what I do

I can bring sunshine in to your life

If it feels wrong I don’t wanna be right

If you ever get sad, ever get down, ever feel lost, I can come around

If you let me in, I could turn you out

I don’t play games girl you know what

I’m about I can make you feel good

 

Verse 1

Me: I know dude had you mad as hell

Him: acting hard like he Samuel L.

You: fall for it then get sad you fell

Me: use my magic stick to cast a spell

Him: got you staring at the mirror like

The person you observing ain’t appearing right

Me: shut the darkness out reveal your light

Get in your thighs make your eyes water clear your sight

I know you heard it all

And you been hurt and all

But girl my word is law

I make your world evolve

And I can turn that wall

That you keep putting up

Into nothing you don’t know my name then look it up

I’m Stimuli can you

let me vibe wit you

I wouldn’t lie to you just to lie in you

But I will ride wit you and we could ride out

I bring change, four quarters no time outs

Chorus
Verse 2

Or great or wonderful miraculous

Heaven on earth if your mind can just imagine it,

paradise, Garden of Eden Jesus of Nazareth

couldn’t bless you more I can’t even find an adjective.

Good is an understatement

Guess I’m underrated

I ain’t one for faking make it unadulterated

I don’t wanna hate on the dude you used to deal with

Get under me, you’ll get you over him real quick

I feel better than massage parlors…

Once I start giving orders like the Godfather

and I make you breathe like I’m your le mars partner

Even though I’m never home like your car charger

I still turn pain into joy

I build and destroy I fill up the void

Chicks gon hate but I kill all the noise,

Let’s be real if you will you my choice

Chorus

Look At Us

Produced By Charli Brown

 

Verse

Look at us look at we, look at you look at me,

standing here, saying I’m open wide, getting deep.

Making songs taking long, waking up losing sleep,

Dissing birds, KFC

Chick fila, deading beef,

Damn

Where I am where you are, I’m the fan, you the star, body soft

Going hard

Thinking bout kicking out ring doe

Been so

wrapped up in rap world,

Paper chase, kinkos

Man

What if the ring don’t bling though?

What if we begin slow, kinda like this intro

Can we still be kinfolk

Watch a couple kids grow?

Free your mind

En vogue

..Hold on

Look you don’t even gotta answer now

…I’m stepping up you can ask around

…Or you can open up your eyes more

…Why you think I’m always on the grind for …

Got my faith in a divine force

Keep watching, I don’t need no time off

look at you look at me look at you look at me look at us look at we in a zone

Zone out girl

Got matching hearts, different minds, drift apart, intertwine,

I’m a six, you a dime, sixteens I design,

get me love, love is blind, but I see, why you shine,

Mine is yours, yours is mine

Just say the words

We could rock out, dine in, eat out climb in,

Why do

Fools fall?

Frankie

Lymon

I’m him right now, no drugs pipe down

House kids, dog, cat

How does that

Life sound?

Huh?

you seem a lil unsure,

is it ‘cause you want more?

Like somebody unpoor

I don’t think we done for

I know how you feeling

I been reaching for the stars

Putting scratches on my ceiling

But I’m realizing that I gotta open up the door

This is opportunity knocking,

Don’t ignore girl

Let me in, I bet we win,

Lost before, bet again,

Shut down jealous friends,

Chicks hate dead ‘em then

Watch when we get straight, right now lesbian

But it’s on the way though

Big face, Benjamin,

sick cake Entenmanns, WIC days ending ‘em,

you and me, shopping sprees

Get paid spending it

Mixtapes don’t come with medicaid benefits

But I’m still getting rich

Get with that or get with this

 

The Happening

Produced By Arsenix

 

Verse 1

If I’m chilling at the Wal-mart trying to buy underwear the cashier smiling heavy

She says “holla if you need help trying these shorts on”

and wrote her number down already

And she’s sexy in a slutty way,

Double d, wack weave cute bunny face

What happens if I come in there on another day

And she says she has a man but she just wants to play

What happens then?

What happens then?

I guess my pimp and player life it has to end

I wanna get it in sometimes I can’t pretend

But I don’t wanna lose you

What happens when

You go out with your girls

Olive Garden after work

Couple cats next table let out half a smirk

And then one of the dudes claims he just had the thirst

to walk over and say something

He’s not the average jerk

What happens when he sees you with your homies but

He compliments your smile like you the only one

he treats your little ring like it’s a phony one

What happens when your heart beats like a smoking gun

you sposed to run? you thank him kindly

He offers drinks

Y’all don’t decline em

He buys a round

then you’re reminded

of the days you were single

wish you could rewind it.

Your girls start to giggle

saying that he’s fine, girl I wonder if he’s little

you try to block him out your head but the riddle is

is your man doing the same?

The thought fizzles out your brain y’all kill your meal

dead some drinks

waitress said somebody paid y’all bill

Then you think

you got a hubby that be going dutch

He’s broke, kinda lazy, now its getting tough.

He left his card, came over to the table said later all your friends swoon

you wanna call him up? you wanna get a room?

Or do you just brush it off, and you just assume, that this is what goes down once you jump the broom

what happens then what happens then?

Your first love calls you by accident,

he said he had a dream y’all were camping then,

he kissed you real slow deep and passionate

you tell him that those words are inappropriate

He said he wasn’t trying to be vulgar with it

or disrespect his own situation but he needed someone close to him that loves his conversation

He talks about his fam, he says his mom misses you

His nephew asks for you,

And his sister too

He said his stupid wife his never in the mood

And you don’t wanna listen but you can’t be rude

What happens then? He comes in town. He wants to chill. He’s feeling down

you think that I’ll get mad if I know he’s around

So you just think it’s innocent he takes you out

Your dress revealing

Your hooters show

Margarita, had two of those

you found a spot that’s secretive and super low

Reminiscing he whispered “who would know?”

What happens then? What happens then?

The girl that cheated on me

Memba way back when

Facebook finally clicked add a friend she sent me twenty messages real adamant

What happens when I see her at a club and s–t

She keeps apologizing on some other s–t

I tell her that I’m bout to get up and hitched

She starts to let out tears and has a f–kin fit

What happens when I want to just console her

And tell her that she messed up what we had and now I’m older

And yea I’m not as broke but I know her dude was a broker

So the market messed him up

She played her cards and got a joker

What happens then?

I want revenge. I wanna make her body twist back and bend

I feel like letting out my frustration for the times she told me I wouldn’t make it and that we had to end

I want to make her scream out my government

I’ll make her say the pledge of allegiance if I get up in it

you think it’s dumb, I know it’s dumb as s–t but this is what could happen when someone commits tell me you’re ready

 

Hard

Produced By Louis Price

 

Verse 1

Went to my boy LG’s baby shower he was bout to have twins

Dude was a spitter

Punchlines outshined mine kinda sad to see his rap life end

But then again

I see how much he’s enjoying having family and holding them down is more important

Maybe I’m the dick that’s still recording and performing

When I kill a show at night they all forget me in the morning damn

Coulda had a toddler by this time,

Little boy woulda worked on his handle

Or a little girl looking so fine

With a mother to show her a real example

of a strong woman

So much time that I put in

Rapping hooking

writing booking session, yes I was looking but the industry had me real shook

and I was talking like

 

Chorus 1

I always said that I would never fall in love

‘Cause I stand up in anything I do

what if I go out touring and ripping clubs and my girl gets ripped by other dudes

Repeat 2x

I always said that I would never fall in love

‘Cause I stand up in anything I do

I go hard

Verse 2

Radio interview catching some heat from Angela Yee.

“So what you rap to the beats that’s cool”

They wanna know if I’m wack or a freak

What’s my status do I mack do I creep

Do I have a girl?.. Next to Rosa Acosta

And Sinammon Love, the porn star

I said “well Stimuli’s single, Sha has a wifey,

Sherod loves his girl but Rosa you’d really like me if you..

Got to know me and she giggled kept it moving..

I don’t even know what I’m doing

I used to wanna be real famous stop traffic shut malls down

…Just want yell to hear my voice now  …

I just wanna share

offspring with someone that cares is anybody there?…

Chicks keep calling me

These d cups will have you on E harmony

Chorus 2

I always said that I would never fall in love

‘cause I stand up in anything I do

And I know that my point of view is bugged but there’s nothing like a coochie if it’s new

 

Repeat 2x
I always said that I would never fall in love

‘Cause I stand up in anything I do

Verse 3

I was chilling in the city

Ran into a lady I was hoping would forget me..

I used to always show her pity

I ain’t dig her but I dug her like once a month you dig me ..

Cut her off mad years ago, told her I was trying to be legendary

She said I should quit ‘cause my career was slow

She was just a full time secretary

Now she looking better got her bread up

got her head up she was like a women fed up

she said hi, hey I heard you got a deal,

then I heard you lost it, how does that feel?

I said I had another one I turned it down

she said “Cool, so tell me where you working now?“

She assumed I had a job, she said “you ain’t got no kids you still going hard at rap?”

I wanted to say google me.

Better yet I wanted to say gargle me

But I just stood there foolishly

I said “I do animal photography

Nah I ran out of cards though..

Do I have a fancy car no?

Small apartment no condo

Still breathing gotta thank God so I’ll holla at you”

No Clothes On

Produced By Black Metaphor

Verse 1

I don’t know if us beefing is really solving

any problems when I walk out the door, it keeps revolving

and you want me to be yelling and screaming but I evolved so

I’m just speaking monotone bout our issues and you be dodging ‘em

and dancing all around ‘em

Avoiding the real convo

I’m the pot blaming s–t on the kettle I do it also

‘Cause I’m scared you gon tell me somebody’s touching you torso

and you lower half, stroking you ass then I’d feel awful

I would feel like being unlawful

And letting shots go

Or letting out tears til I’m snot nose

Or pushing you off the top floor and jumping right behind you

So that when they find you

they find me and even though we didn’t have a seed

Our blood will still mix when our bodies hit the street..

Or we could make up, make things right

I don’t wanna have to argue fuss and fight

Chorus

Repeat 2X

I’m a lover I’m a lover

Not a fighter girl

Only way we arguing’s with no clothes on

Verse 2

Top off, bra popped, pants by you shins

I’ll grab em snatch em off, you could smack me now and then

Tell me everything I do to piss you off don’t hold it in

And I will kiss you in between every statement until it ends

And then we going again

I’m calling you a jerk

You say I’m a prick,

My feelings get hurt

You Said I’m Selfish I said so are you

you call me a hopeless fool,

And Scream “stop Dreaming you idiot

Why’d you go to school?”…

If you don’t use your degree

I call you stink ass use some degree

you wanna say stop ‘cause it’s getting out hand

But when I’m inside you can’t

Makes you wanna laugh, cry,

Hate mixed with love, don’t ask why

I have you go from spazzing to orgasms,

now it’s like it never happened you don’t know

if we can make it, yes we can, try

 

DWI
Produced By Charli Brown

Verse 1

Woke up in this young lady’s bed

Drove there in her old roommate’s car

She said last night I gave you head

But

You know I really gave you my heart

She said “I know you thinking that we won’t work”

While She was getting dressed for her job

Kinda made me feel like a jerk

I said “you know my music life I go hard”

She in the kitchen turkey bacon and grits

My phone going off what the f–k

Message read ‘yo Sha you ain’t s–t, who you with

Where you at come and bring me my truck’

Parked a couple blocks away

So she wouldn’t recognize the V,

And cause her lots of pain

Left the crib, found the whip, drove to the other chick

“sorry ma, partied hard

Woke up with my stomach sick”

“Poor baby” sure maybe that was a sincere tone

Then I hear my phone

Private call

Girl from last night yelling “how the hell you was at my crib with

the whip you musta borrowed from that bitch I used to live with?”

I couldn’t talk she was crying like an infant

Shorty with the truck said “I told you was ignant,” dropped her off and grabbed the patron I had the night before

I can’t live this life no more Im’ messed up

That’s when I first started

Chorus 2x
Drinking and driving

Drinking and driving

Know I shouldnt do it and I know I’m really wilding

But I’m messed up so instead of me crying

I’m drinking and driving

Verse 2
That’s what I get for smashing roommates

Didn’t know shorty was gon follow me

She was the one I started out with,

but her homegirl flirted and brought it out of me.

Then she moved out and called me like,

Said she needed help with some furniture

Then she asked if I could stay the night

She said for comfort I should turn to her

I turned to her. I turned her out,

The neighbors called, they heard her shout,

we wrecked the bed, we killed the couch

she gave me bread, I left her house,

She said come back, and take these keys, forget the cab, my car is free,

I drove it to the Bronx ‘cause I just had to see

this mami that I bagged and she would always be harassing me

like “when you gon come

I fiend for you to eff me hard”

I copped some Remy ma

Then hit the FDR

you know she blessed me God

Chorus

Verse 3

Never thought I’d be with one chick

Til I met this girl that I liked

Put her thru a lot of dumb s–t

Told her one day she’d be my wife

She was with some baller named Rich

Right before she came in my life

745 was his whip, she talked about him and it made me 730 I’m tight

Guess his name was a proper noun

But it doubled as an adjective

She said he almost made her cop a gown

Til she caught him with a badder bitch …

Four months later, she runs into a rapper that admits that he’s a player

But every time she bats her sexy eyes he’s mesmerized he doesn’t think that she’s the one but he just wants to f–kin save her

…So I cleared up my roster then

I said I’ll never touch another bitch

I said just promise there’s no other men

She said “Of course you know I love you Rich

Sha,

Your so rich, so wealthy so…”

Did She just call me Rich?

you stupid little ho, she admitted she was still seeing Richard so

He could pay some of those bills

Since I had no doe

Damn…

Grabbed her car keys

Ran out the door I could hear her screaming “Sha please”

Liquor store Hennessy, plastic cups? no thanks

Verrazano turnpike show you how the pros drink

Seat belt optional, phone rings “Prostitute! What do you want? F–king bird suck a cockatoo,

How could you do me like

that what a bitch you are?

No I’m not drunk

No I’m not in your car

your car is brown, this one is green I think

I don’t need to slow down

Chick you need to drink

Was he better?

I feel demoralized

Was he bigger?

you told me I was porno size

Stop crying, stop whining I’ll be back and when

I come back I hope I’m in a cast from an accident, I hope I pop an airbag, crash, you, can’t pretend

you love me, f–k you him me damn I’m bent”

 

Something About You

Produced By Clams Casino

Verse

Commitment is dumb, marriages are doomed

All I hear is homie yo don’t ever jump the broom

I ain’t gon change but I know she might assume

That if we consummate then I’ll act straight but is that true?

Everybody cheats, or its temptation to

Starts out sweet, then just like Asian food

you still hungry so you start making moves

looking for another meal,

Arguments I hate you too

..Trying to find your passwords, you look for mine

If my train of thought is backwards I’m being blind

Then, say something

can’t you see my ignorance,..

My boy told me his wedding brought on his impotence

Three kids, two jobs, working hard he’s diligent,

I looked at his predicament he told me don’t get in this shit

For better or for worse dog it starts out innocent

If you ain’t got no benefits, pay checks diminishing

you finished I was switching like wait a minute you kidding

he said ni–a wait until bring the kids in you can forget it

I hear so many horrible

Stories bout nuptials,

Prenups d cup chickens, interrupting dudes

couples lose interest in each other, shorty f–kin dudes,

husband choosing chicks that duck sick this ain’t the Huxtables

listen here, this is rare but I had a crystal clear vision where.

my married life would kinda look like Cliff and Clair,

But every chick that I picked I pictured em disappearing

trying to throw they ass off a cliff just

so my head would clear

Sometimes at nightfall I wished I had powers like Nightcrawler,

X-men, teleporting, my fault I’m zoning, blabbering

Look I’m done with chasing dimes

Bagged somebody with a body and a stable mind

With an angelic face dudes would wait in line for you,

But it’s awful I think weddings are a waste of time

And we and we just paying for a show,

A piece of paper can’t make us sacred let’s take it slow

My mind be saying maybe

but my heart let me know

That if I don’t show you why you should stay then you might go….

So?

I’m So conflicted that I’m pissed

My brother told me soul mates don’t really exist

Vic said he might be single until he’s grounded

If love is just a myth, then why do I think I found it

The marriage institution is foolish and I’m surrounded by doubters haters ladies that’s praying for me to pound it

as cynical as I’m sounding there’s no way around it I’m down with it

All of my boys calling me clowning

I don’t even care you my air, I thought this s–t would drown me but

there’s something bout you

Chorus

Never pictured walking down the aisle

s–t is wild girl there’s something bout you…

About you

Won’t say I settled down but I found it it’s something bout you

About you

I admit I was afraid, this is crazy there’s something bout you

About you

Thought I’d always be player, ma I hate it that there’s something bout you

Slowing Down?

Produced By Charli Brown

Verse
Forget what I was saying bout my back and forth sometimey foolishness

That was just a young mind trying to find truth in his

Need for affection

Blamed it on the music shit

Rappers should date singers and actresses yo that’s ludacris

..And speaking of singers

Me and this famous chick kicked it for a minute

We was both users ‘cause I wasn’t trying to hit it I was trying to get a verse on her album she said its finished

But you still in the studio I don’t get it

She said we just mixing I said bitch you can forget it

Hit it

Now I’m thinking that I did it

she turned into a critic wanna talk about my image

Said my baggy jeans might be keeping me from winning

Songs with a message ain’t gon make it in this business

I just started grinning gave no response

She said you know the pros I’m giving you the cons

Look I know I’m on an indie and I didn’t go gold but you stuck on a major that knows you can’t go bronze

So they ain’t even putting you out

She said you putting me out?

I said you blow but everything out your mouth ain’t good

I’d rather be me and sell a g

Than be you and think the truth is a disease I hit it from the back so she ain’t know if I was coming or going and then I left

Her label dropped her that morning

I’m slowing down

Do you mind if I share?

This chick that I was feeling never rocked her real hair

I said I’m not saying that the weave shit is wrong

I’m just saying be yourself

She said my husband likes it long

I mean my ex, we’re separated

We in her bed, I hesitated

She kissed my neck I elevated

I got upset you never stated that you had a dude and we been rocking twenty weeks

She said its complicated see he knows that I’m a freak

I ran up out that crib and me and her we hardly speak

The moral of the story she’s a cheater

A cheater’s a cat, curiosity kills cats and I murdered her but then I learned from her

I shoulda known

The way she looked so suspicious

When we walked inside the room I saw her hide they fuckin picture

the old Stimuli would a had a lil liquor and made her scream his name I’m insane I’m slowing down

..Now I’m looking deeper

what if that was you, you could be the creeper

Cool dude laid back, telling him about your past

He got a girl, so you thinking he won’t cross your path

text and flirt here and there y’all joke and laugh

Next thing you know, you hiding our photograph

Nah f–k that I’m growing now, I ain’t waiting for the pain girl im slowing down

And if it sounds like you won by default

…Who cares I’m caught

My young bird quit school to ball out like a model

Said her dream is to be a real housewife on Bravo

Patterning her world after Kandi, Kim and Nene

I ain’t balling, girl at all I understand that when you see me..

Girls know you broke but they still starving

see your wallet get open and they will target

Took her out to dinner so annoying ‘cause her greedy ass just kept ordering, she a

Drill seargent…

Look I’m slowing down

I’m just playing with them stories

But what goes around comes right back and I kinda know that now I’m slowing down I’m slowing down

I’m slowing down

Forever Featuring N.I.K

Produced By Dre Knight

Verse 1

I started scary you got too near me I backed away

I still was dating, you started saying, I had it made

With plenty women, your man was slipping,I actually prayed

Both of us would meet when we ready that’s where we at today

Back then I had to wait, you said let’s take our time, I thought I couldn’t love,

You thought I shouldn’t rhyme

We made a compromise, and then that dude that you was with musta been out his mind,

couldn’t commit

And I was stepping like a kappa but rap as an occupation

wasn’t one you could bring home to your mama for conversation

Plus I used to hit the road with them O’s for my compensation

All them if’s and maybe’s went out the door once we got naked

we was making something deeper than lust though if they must know,

I touched low came back high, I switched it up slowed down it was magical,

presto chango,

abra cadabra, my life was never the same tho

I was chasing range rovs strange hoes, chains doe, watches, now I’m watching this thing that we maintained grow

I traded weaves for a halo, body hot as hell but my angel

You know what it is,

You  don’t stress about my tax bracket..

Sometimes you gotta carry me you backpacking..

I think about the journey I be back tracking just so I could cherish our paths passing

Other couples ..wanna be like J and b

I just want a girl to watch MTV and A&E

And then DVR when I’m on BET

Only time she plays me’s when I give her this HD

Chorus

For poorer or for richer

For better or for worse

In sickness and in health

Until I’m in a hearse

You know I’m always with you

If God takes me first

I’m still by your side

Thru happiness and hurt

This is us forever

Forever and a day

Whatever we endeavor

I will not walk away

We up in this together

No I am not afraid

I’m facing any weather

You know I’ll always stay

Verse 2

I’m looking further, I see you hurting I pull you close

A son or daughter makes us immortal so when I’m ghost

Just play my music, it’s therapeutic

I’m so exposed

putting this on record, I’m blessed to be the one you chose

This ain’t rapping and ripping spitting to hype the crowd

I’ts real talk at the altar girl these are like my vows

Hope you see what I’m saying somebody write it down

I’m still standing up in this love so how you like me now?

One day you striving for fortune, you think you want fame

And then you meet someone special you see it all change

I gave my number but slumbered until the call came,

Now I’m here to stay til we make it I ain’t Lebron James

And I ain’t dissing him but listen to my mission

I’m just always in your corner you can call me Derek Fisher

girl I’m open got my ring on yea I’m going left but if you listen close you’ll know its til death

and after that

Said I’m Derek Fisher

I’m open

In your corner

Got my ring

I’m going left

 

 

 

1. The Stir

Produced by James Newton Howard

 

Verse 1

They want me to rap like a dumb dumb,

They say I shouldn’t sound like where I come from

Brooklyn, can’t speak to the young ones,

If I don’t move big weight or bust guns,

I gotta say I’m getting money like a trust fund,

Be in the club with mad bitches having much fun,

That’s messed up, ‘cause you can die from a drug run,

Or get your hands tied up like one-one,

I seen Crips lose blood, 9-1-1,

I watched bloods turn cripple, these ain’t just puns,

I try to wake ‘em up, like when the sun comes,

Imagine getting one-love letters from loved ones,

But instead my words hurt like a stun gun,

Take all the rappers you feeling I am the lump sum,

They just put me in the oven so I’m undone,

I just started it ain’t hard to see I’m unsung but I love it though,

 

2. Savior

Produced by DJ Snips

Verse 1
These dudes spitting ‘bout they paper,

I spit a constitution

They say that they a problem,

Well s–t I’m the solution,

They claim to be the best, my best hasn’t happened yet,

They say they push keys, I hold the key to happiness,

They spitting wish rap, gun-clap, platinum,

I’m giving real rap, s–t that is happening,

They call me the present,

But I can make you absent with my words or my weapon,

Bottomline I’m abstinent,

They cannot f–k wit me,

This is not an accident, I am not an activist nor am I a pacifist,

I am just a passionate bastard getting passed the point of passiveness,

The heart of a slave and the mind of a master mixed.

Asterisks,

Star power,

I stand for this,

Wall flower,

Ask your chick,

Long hours,

My fans searching like bar bouncers now, y’all found it,

 

Chorus
Let’s be clear, you was waiting for a savior well he’s here

No need to feel fear, you was waiting for a savior well he’s here.

 

Verse 2
They tell you that they getting it, I had it when I left the womb,

They be having buzz, my career’s electrocuted,

I don’t mean it’s dead to you, I just ain’t no extra fool,

Telling you I’m stretching, moving, whipping, baking, getting loot,

They rap about they cars, planes, different transportation,

I could stand still and move folks wit conversation,

They in the club, killing time getting wasted,

I’m in the club, but my lines, changing nations,

You probably thinking why he focusing on them,

He got his own career he should be focusing on him,

Look I had to go within, God chose me so it’s Him,

I address what gets me vex,

But y’all don’t notice these are hymns,

Hip-hop gospel, hostile, my arms are getting tired,

I been holding on, throwing y’all Armageddon’s fire,

I inspire humans,

They just gonna lie to you,

I don’t want to hide the truth,

Stopping me’s impossible,

They could have the hottest beats, they get ill production,

But when you mention top emcees, you do not discuss them,

Maybe that’s an untruth, maybe when these dumb dudes

Hit you with these lines bout the crazy things they guns do,

Maybe when they bullets turn your body into junk food,

Or when they mention jewels you don’t see that doesn’t bug you,

So you be like oh man, yo you heard this new kid,

Then I hear his weak flow, then I feel stupid,

They just taking space damn, I’mma take my time people,

They do it for Def Jam I do it for blind people,

They made a million, selling children crack,

I’mma sell a million and then pay the children back,

They seeing color, white versus black,

I’m putting red from my blood on a track,

I’m seeing green, spitting blues, running laps,

Getting tan, pushed purple, kept a chrome colored strap,

Just so I could write raps,

So the fans go and purchase me,

But I watch my step, like I pledged in a fraternity,

Music is the universal language so a verse from me

is similar to any syllabus at universities,

See me in the booth and I’m standing making

records so the fans could rate it, ran into my man just got his left leg amputated,

No exaggerating, told me he’s a fan and lately certain songs I made got him through it,

So f–k my aggravation, maybe I’ll get accolades later and make a fortune spitting,

But if I do not I am fortunate either way listen,

Chorus

 

3. Believe Me Feat. Rapper Pooh

Produced By Astronote

 

Verse 1
I don’t know where to begin, without spending it’s hard to get spins,

So if your computer’s not on, then the spot that I start at is right where I’ll end

The only time I pushed a Benz,

Was when the transmission died and I was riding wit my mens,

If I ain’t do music with the people that I do it with, the truth is, I wouldn’t have friends,

Some of my mixtapes were sloppy, I don’t think my burner has any bodies,

My album, it sold more copies than the label even thought and I showed that nothing can stop me,

I been doing this mad long,

Wouldn’t say I made bad songs

Maybe weak verses or the track wrong,

Some people thought that I was blackballed

I was driving in my own lane

Some other rappers had an EZ pass,

These dudes snatched off my gold chain,

Thought they was trying to R.I.P my ass

Busting shots that ain’t aim at me, I laughed at these young thug little guys

I was feeling flattered that they came at me, I asked ‘em if they knew my name was Stimuli,

Critics gon’ say I’m missing arrogance,

But I ain’t got no Mrs. I aint married yet

And I ain’t got no kids so when you average that,

I sacrificed my life so u can have these tracks.

Verse 2
I won 2 awards for being underground, and every year I say I’m not going back,

but when I get nominated I come around,

Chasing that cheese gets you caught in traps

My friends say that I should make a party song,

I told ‘em that my life is not a party yet,

I’m looking at this mission that I started on,

Rest when you die is what my father said

And he worked ‘til his last day, with Marlboro ashes in the ashtray,

I was trying to fight the stupid sad face,

But I still teared, I really feel fear

that my momma might go, before I make her life so

much better must get a mansion or nice home nuff cheddar, plush leather

furniture inside of it, so she could be proud as s—t,

Thank you for riding wit me

used to hit the club wearing sweatpants

No haircut, hiding it with headbands

all my girls I made sadder than Nets fans

had special powers, always the X-Man,

Verse 3

Believe what you see, and if you blink you may not get it, I dream when I ain’t sleep,

I wanna be a wake ‘cause  at my wake I won’t be me any more just a corpse wit my spirit roaming free Help

I’ll shine but I might not make it rain,

My club song was fast but I was talkin bout my pain

Tossed a couple quarters out when I was on the stage

People said I made it drizzle, I thought I was throwing change,

it’s a metaphor y’all. I explained but they didn’t wanna hear it now I’m looking in the mirror

at a person that’s reversing his purpose like clean versions of verses without curses, if you searchin for perfect, look…It’s more than  rapping and flows
I’m A documentary disguised as a reality show, damn, that’s the way you gotta package it so you survive in the game, the truth with a lie in my name.

 

 

 

 

4. Who I Am

Produced by GZ Beats

 

Verse 1

You have entered in a zone,

The monster from the horror flick has entered in your home,

I don’t just deliver poems,

I put eulogies to foolish beats I used to be unknown,

Now the coochie’s getting thrown,

Other dude’s queens sitting on me like a throne,

You may think it’s funny but that’s not what I condone,

I be saying “Sha you need to chill” but I don’t,

I’m on in this bitch, no accent or slang stealing,

No hands I don’t catch feelings,

With all this talk about the South, North,

old rappers, New York,

Why the game’s suffering whose fault.

Like I give a damn…

Lot of beef I hear is dumb,

See we all come from pu—y, I say f–k where you from,

I probably f–ked where you from, where you at, where you going,

I got women getting numb,

In like forty nine states,

In a horny mind state,

But enough about me how long did y’all wait?

For a great one to bless your days

And take from the best and favorites make up his own style,

wild underestimated,

The way I come on the tracks, I inseminate ‘em

That means I give ‘em life

For those uneducated,

Let me explain, you can hear me rhyme once,

And you’ll be looking at a brand new person in nine months,

You can catch me on my worse day,

I’ll outshine you on your birthday,

I’m in first place, ‘cause I don’t skirt chase

I wrote this verse in the third grade,

 

Chorus
This is what it is

This is what it is

This is what it is

This is what it is

and y’all   know this is who I am

This is who I am

This is who I am

This is who I am
Hold up,

Verse 2

Rap, rap, rhyme, rhyme, punchline

I don’t feel like saying s–t sometimes,

I’m being real,

I’m just happy I see sunshine

Used to be a kid on the gun grind,

Always holding, my homeboys hoping that something pops off

Thinking if I say I got it that would mean I’m not soft,

Living by the motto rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it

‘cause sometimes life happens,

Now I’m at a spiritual point

I’m accepting my destination and I’m killing this joint,

I’m a nightmare without the sleep, five years without defeat,

I’m clear without the beat…but I use it and abuse these rappers I survived thru the drought,

Everybody’s spitting, what your rhymes all about?

Your s–t is baby food, you think you making moves ‘cause you on iTunes,

I tune these motherf–kers out,

You are meeting your savior,

The kid is not stopping, this is premature labor,

I’m accepting your wager,

Bet against me, I’m the emcee,

Sean P said that deep s–t is cool when they know you,

But you need to catch some bodies, I said ‘yup Sean I owe you,

I will put my empty vocals up against these hippies songs

In this ring I am a boxer,

they just briefs, more like thongs,

I’m like Woody, not from Cheers I’m a killer natural born,

If you see me leave a message or just text me bitch I’m gone,

And I’m gon’ be me, f–k marketing and promo

You can feel it, f–k pausing or no homo prick

Chorus

Verse 3
You know they want me underground like a ninja turtle,

That’s why I grimace at these clowns but I aint big and purple,

If family matters I’m Stephan Urkell f–kin Laura once I slaughter her I switch back like ‘bitch I’m Urkel,
You fell for it like you hit a hurdle,

That’s how gimmicks work

Saying nigga hurts,

I’m either rich or holding gats in the trap

This is not no backpack rap stupid

 

Chorus

 

5. Game Over

Produced By Jeekay

 

Verse 1

Overtime is over

Yea I used to f–k around,

No more playing, y’all done started something now,

Hard rain coming down,

Dark clouds moving and I’m showing you the future,

I’m the baby in the ultrasound,

Head first coming out, lead bursting dumping now,

no father to my style, ODB, OCD, last year I used to smile,

Showing teeth, now I’m throwing heat, there is no denial,

I listen to your choice of emcees and they voice and they speech sounds like Toy Story 3

While my buzz lasts light years,

And I never fight fair,

Y’all on some kid s–t

Jack in the box, motherf–kin Checkers,

The fast food chains and the games on records

Y’all playing y’all lame, y’all saying that same

that pump, that fifth, that cane

Yea drift I sway I bitch I complain

I talk about brain, I over-mention my name

But the difference is..

If I say I’m riding on the train,..

F–k it then I’m riding on the train,

I’m still that dude, that’s who? That’s Sha, Can you feel this?

You saying you the realest,

I say I’m a realist and the realness in the verses is on purpose when it hits you,

Yea I’m balling, traveling but no one blew a whistle huh,

That’s ‘cause there’s no officials but ironically I am so official just listen

 

Chorus
I came I saw I conquered

I don’t take no days off I’m a monster

Got this weight on my shoulder,

I’m just saying for y’all the game’s over I’m done playing

Verse 2

Look…I been on some hard s–t
I ain’t touch a game since I was blowing in my cartridges,

And that was Zelda, Mario,

Mega man, Contra, I’mma go back farther yo,

Asteroids, Donkey kong, Double-Dribble, Tecmo,

Mike Tyson Punch Out fighting Don Flamenco,

Tetris, Centipede, Space Invading enemies,

I ain’t play games boy since I lost my Gameboy,

Every verse you hear pain joy,

Love and hate, the thugs relate

I might ball on the court, box in the ring, jump on the field see me do my thing,

But whatever I do

From the tip, from the weigh-in, the coin gets tossed I ain’t playing,

I don’t care if it’s silo, Monopoly, Scattegories, Taboo,

Backgammon, Guesstures, Pictionary, Scrabble,

Bingo, the lottery, a babyshower raffle,

the s–t is so serious, all out tackle,

no two-hand touch, I make dudes man up,

I get bruised, scratched cut,

I give two fat f–ks

I’m here for the scrap,

Battle royale rap

The songwriting Shawn Michaels I keep coming back,

I ain’t pass drama class don’t know how to act

Target flesh Ron Artest, more than just stats

I’m the truth, I’m fact, played tag when I was ten,

Couldn’t make it to the fence I been it ever since

I came, I saw what the ghetto needs,

Not these fake M.O.P’s

Every time you play they shit, It feels real real like a game on Nintendo Wii

But just depend on me,

The only time I play wit a Xbox is if my ex’s box comes with fellatio,

For me Playstation means a station is playing

Stimuli so if I ain’t on the radio,

Then I ain’t on a video

game I’ll be getting doe

I ain’t trying to dis ‘em though,

I’m just kinda different yo,

Can’t spell vaca, never even took off

Flow so crazy I almost took the hook off,

Eyes low, mind slow sometimes I look off

Before I take my foot off the pedal I’ll cut my foot off
Damn

Oh you thought that I was playing, I don’t think you really hear the s–t I’m saying, game over
Chorus

6. Sound Off

Produced by Serious Beats

Verse 1

You better than who?

Rhyming and rapping ‘bout doe that you stacking like that s–t is new

Talking ‘bout how you go in

you the truth, so the f–k what stupid? I do it too,

F–k it I’m gassed you smelling the fumes

Horror flick music that tells you you doomed,

Play my CD for a bunch of emcees they start sucking they teeth and then exit the room,

Inside your system it’s better than food,

Pardon me I don’t make regular moves

Passive demeanor like Abner Louima, but I will Katrina you rapping ass fools,

Ask about me

Cats say I’m cool

Yet I’m still hot

When attacking the booth

Women will tell you I’m shallow and rude

Yet they still pick me if they have to choose,

What does that say? Yea they complain but they holla my name when they get in that mood

Look in my eyes I’m a passionate dude, serious song but I’m laughing at you,

What do I do? Take your spouse to Satan’s house, easy as hell

Devilish grin, deep in my spell

See what I’m saying, you feel it like Braille,

Damn I got chicks jumping for joy

Happy meal don’t come with a toy

Why would you think you could f–k with the boy

I come to destroy, you uttering noise

Slick wit my diction, I’m painting these pictures

I’m sick of u sleeping it gets me annoyed

yea I admit it, I’m losing my poise,

You stealing my joy I need to turn your

Chorus
Sound off 1, 2
Sound off 3, 4
Sound off 1,2,3,4 five hundred thousand rappers rapping and sometimes I wanna drown y’all
Pound y’all
Praying for my downfall

Verse 2
I could run for 8 miles spitting like rabbit

Biting my shit, I hope y’all ain’t rabid

Wile E Coyote I’m trying to rope me some dinner my mission done made me an addict,

Crazy please don’t straighten my jacket

Sorry I keep on making a racket

Now I’m like Federer, I just get better with

Time and no editor, coach or no practice damn

Sometimes I look into my past lives,

I see royalty, enlightenment and bad wives,

I see violent streaks and hide and seek with mad knives

Ready to ride, act like you live, get stuck in your side, flash drive

Anti-backpack, this ain’t no lyrical, typical flow

It’s intricate syllables spiritual though,

This is that s–t when you hear it you know,

Fear it get scared and then look in the mirror like ‘why am I here Jesus where should I go?’

I would say jump, God would say no, I would say punk, thought you was bold,

I should go slow

But when I do y’all f–kers still complain

My Soul To Keep was not the same

Bragging and boasting and tossing out flames,

Maybe I’m wack, could I be lame, or am I simply defining my lane?

F–k it I’m f–kin up duke that you loving, I act like I’m humble don’t mumble my name

Scream that s–t, S-T-I

Scream that s–t S-T-I

Crawling, walking, let me fly

Talking often, M-C-I

Balling, flossing, envy I

MaCauley Calkin, they left me to die

But I live, concrete rose, I stomp these foes bitch still I rise

Copping checks

Getting new deals

Stop for rest

Fix me a meal

Not the best but I give what I feel

Das Efx riggedy real

Shigedy Sha stigedy Stim

Only your God is bigger than him

Holy water mix it with gin

This isn’t the end you cannot turn my

 

Chorus

 

 

7. Am I Different Feat. Reks

Produced by Abnormal

Verse 1

Thirst is nothing, image is everything,

Wordy and substance verses or heavy bling

I’ll take bling for a thousand Alex

We don’t give a damn about your housing projects,

Or the crack you had to deal duke

Folks don’t even wanna know the real you,

Here’s an example of me revealing truth,

I said ‘hold up, ma can we go dutch?’

I know I know that I be rhyming hard,

But you don’t want the waiter to decline this card,

Got you next time, we have a date,

Value meal, supersize, matinee

we never went out again but

She asked me to eat her out I said we’re better as friends,

And she still would complain about her man now and then

And even though I ain’t go out with her I still would go in, I’m sorry,

Touched her like I loved her, but when she was leaving I hugged her like a brother,

or an auntie she said she want me I said I empathize with you

but really you’re a liar too

Mad at him for cheating, mad at me for beating

at least I’m not deceiving you

you knew that I was leaving

This chick’s bad, this chick’s hood

But being good in bed doesn’t mean that she’s good
For me

am I different

Than the rapper that she got two kids with?

She said he ain’t did s–t

With his life and he be getting all hype

When his songs be on 2dopeboyz and nahright

Chorus
He claims that he’s the best that ever did it and he spits about how he be spitting tell me am I different?

He raps about bitches and the hos and the way he be pimping damn am I different?

He always calling niggers niggers and he talks about his riches and his digits dog am I different?
Or are they just like me I want people to just like me

Verse 2
Than the spitter with the diamonds on,

That’s saying he’s ill wants you to buy his songs,

Posting his video on your Facebook wall,

Handing you mixtapes when you pace the mall,

He’s thinking why is this taking long,

Maybe a thousand more downloads and Wayne will call,

Running up to the labels all

hype he ain’t even a southerner trying to fake a drawl,

Am I just like him shawty?

People online saying Stim’s forty?

And he still doing long verses

Still reminiscing being on Virgin,

Am I different than the cat you know

With a strong jail record and an average flow?

Or the one with the tight jeans and nappy fro

That thinks his niche is take fast beats and rap real slow,

Or sing on a hook or two to get a look or two

Look at me, look at you, yea I’m still saying that yea I’m doing interviews

yea they ask me why do I feel like I’m such a different dude,

And I still answer f–k rap, f–k that , no I’m not bringing New York back,

My target is this,

my art is a gift so any time a line hits

any man woman or child that says ‘that’s my s—t, or I really feel you Sha’

That’s when I shiver, that’s why I’m doing this, no I’m not bitter,

Lincoln freed slaves, but Lincoln owned niggers

You looking at a hypocrite, driven, ignorant spitter

Acknowledge I’m the s–t

So what I got you thinking hard, driving in your whip

Waiting for the singing part

I be doing that too

Swear to God yo I’m just like you don’t judge me

Chorus

 

 

 

8. The Milf Song

Produced by Charli Brown and Ace Shooter

 

Chorus
She called me a motherf–ker,

She lived life and had babies wit another brother

And now I’m thinking bout it, bout to get her under covers

Aw damn I am really bout to f–k a mother

Verse 1

Sexy lil mama

I’m excited to see

Talked online, now we finally meet

She looked so young, guess I’m kinda naïve

And she musta treated her stretch marks with vitamin E

And did mad p90x, opposite of tiny chest, stomach flat as doormats welcomed me below that

woulda never thought, I was not assuming,

the womb I pursued had let loose a couple humans

I ain’t even know,

Rubbing on her soft things,

We at her home, no flicks of her offspring,

I’m up in the crib, I ain’t see a crib, I ain’t see a toy, a high chair or a bib.

or a stroller we just strolled real fast inside the backroom

no kiddie toothbrushes in the bathroom,

Guess they was sleeping,

not anymore, heard someone creeping

knock at the door,

Little girl seven, boy looked four, he was mad started hating

Little Man Marlon Wayans,

with the Boondocks fro or the kid from The Cleveland show,

son was mad animated, peep it though,

I’m trying to hide in the corner

Hoping they don’t got a clue

what we was doing but this dude was like ‘who the hell are you?’

I said Sha, shorty sucked his teeth, and said ‘I hope you know my mama ain’t no freak’

Chorus

Verse 2

Look you can make an infant in less than an instant,

So now I’m having second thoughts, start being distant

Whispers in my ear

But I ain’t even listening,

If you like me why come you ain’t tell me ‘bout your kids then?

Am I just a lay for her

Maybe she’s an actress

stageshow, play for her

Scene 1 mattress,

scene 2 living room next scene playground

swing pushing, monkey bars,

then I got no way out

I’mma lose by landslide

Tried to run away, looked her backside

Then I gave in, sex mad official,

Mad tattoos, ex man’s initials

kids names on her so I’m beating and reading,

If we go further, I’m concerned with things her seeds’ll be needing

I had her screaming, for some reason she would keep on repeating

‘daddy daddy’ I got paranoid

I’m sneakily leaving

Came back next day, sharing ziplock baggies

Of some Cheetos, we watching Hip-hop Harry
and Yo Gabba Gabba

little man said he Youtubed me, and I was better than the average rapper,

Son still learning how to potty,

Got the nerve to tell me last night I heard you hurt my mommy

Chorus

Verse 3
So tell me what’s the answer if you don’t got a seed

And you run into a lady and she got what you need,

And she got a little baggage, but the bags live and breathe,

and talk and cry and want someone to feed them

And she could be the one,

You could be in love,

‘Cause she got a son

Or a daughter that ain’t your blood,

do you write her off?

Or do you step it up? That’s why they call it stepfam

Sometimes it’s a plus…but

there is a flipside, buy her daughter jeans,

but she got his eyes, his genes, she is from another fam,

Introduce you to her friends, “oh that’s my mommy’s man”

son wants to like you but the last dudes ran, so he’s mad standoffish and you kinda understand

And it’s tough to show discipline

you want them to dig you and

you wanna have another seed, you know you gon’ treat different and

You think for a minute, the hole that you slip up in

Had a whole body that could fit up in,

I mean came up out,

And you faced wit doubt, maybe there’s more than one father and he claims the house,

comes by, pays bills,

gives you half a dap,

With a smirk like, stupid I could have her back,

And they’re cool so he might be tapping that

And you saving her ass, while he’s laughing at you

Guess the best advice is keep moving slow,

honestly you don’t know what the future holds,

One day, you dating model broads, groupie hos,

Next day you watching Pokemon and Yu-gi-oh

So.., just because she got a little one

And the dealings with the pops of that kid is done

Doesn’t mean that she can’t go get her some,

I’ll give her some, then watch how quick I run
I’m  a motherf–ker

9. The Mirror

Produced by Severe Beats

Verse 1

I always said that I would never fall in love,

I stand up in anything I do

‘Cause if every night I’m hanging out at clubs,

She could be in with another dude,

all that I’mma do is mess you up

‘Cause I’mma want you faithful staying true,

But if some other chicks want me to cut,

There’s nothing like a coochie if its new

So tell me how to tell you that? “I’m keeping it one hunned,”

should I just say, “I’m a man” that’s the best that I can come with?

I look at all the stars that had wifeys when they was nothing

As soon as they got to something they left ‘em, it got me bugging

Peep Dwyane Wade, Lil Wayne, Will Smith, Swizz,

You start to aim a chick with fame, that’s real s–t, switch,

But it ain’t all the same, you can be rich and find a girl that got a name and she end up being a bitch

I wrote this verse laying next to

a chick wit two kids, thought that I was there to rescue,

she mentioned stepdad, step one, get shoes,

step two, front door I left thru she said eff you,

All this time, just nieces and nephews,

Living my dream through Dub and my brother,

Can you be a superstar and have a wife that has your heart that was there from the start or is it one or the other?

Chorus

Repeat 2X
Is it the girl or the world?

The fam or the fame, the love of the doe or the love of the game?

I’m looking in the mirror

I’m look look look look

Looking in the mirror, I ask him

Verse 2
I hang out with married couples yea I know you have your troubles but you still have each other…and that’s real

And that provides you peace, if I had a girl at home,

would my drive decrease huh?

Or would it make me go real hard

Broke up wit my ex ‘cause she said I need a real job

Now she getting married got an invite in the mail,

Hit her on Facebook, asked her how she feels

She said she’s sorta happy but because she couldn’t have me

she settled for someone crappy and that’s just being real

I said I wish you woulda lied

now I’m checking pictures reminiscing bout her thighs

sending flirty messages and getting back replies,

now we setting up a date to rekindle so tell me why

would I want to be the dumb groom one day thinking that

I got me a winner while some rap nigger’s hitting that?

…Or some dude wit a good credit score

…Might as well tour and then get with whores

I swear doing music gave me power,

But at the same time it has made me sour,

I see the mirror and gaze for hours praying that my future holds some presents at my babyshower

Told my boy I love recording

said he thought he did too until he got a wife and daughter,

.he sees his little girl wake up every morning

said he had to stop rapping ‘cause the garbage he was talking

wasn’t good enough for her to hear, now he asking me where I see myself in twenty years

I want money, I mean success or better living

but I don’t define happiness with Websters definition

is it hits, cameras, bitches, ice?

Or kids, family, the mrs, a wife?

Or homes, cars, living the life,

Or having someone to hold every night?

I don’t know

Chorus

 

Effortless feat. Prince Ea

Produced by Dams

Chorus

I am definitely, evidently, effortlessly

Showing the world nobody’s effing with me

If you think some other motherf—ker’s better than me

You might be on the letter in between the F and the D for real

Verse 2

The story’s moral, is I’m more than mortal,

I’m from the future bitch I walked thru portals

swear I had my fortune told and

Prediction fortune holding

Yea my past was sorta awful

But it was a gift ‘cause  in the present I am close to royal,

Used to battle, ate cats, wouldn’t call it oral

I eat beets too, shmorgas borg enormous portions

To the smallest morsels, yea I’m mostly cordial

But 3 pieces in my suit, don’t mean my clothes are formal

Reverse my verses just incase I’m cursed I flow abnormal

Back time turn wish I could help fallen soldiers
and aborted daughters

Before the rigor mortis

Sets in, destined yes I was lost and hopeless

dodged eviction notices, and terminations with a clever way of speaking

Flipping, bouncing words and statements

Geesh…are you hearing this sick shit?.

It’s automatic like the opposite of stick shifts

Like trying to get the panties off a thick chick

After a buffet dinner, with nuff plates in her

It’s nothing,… sneak a bottle in the restaurant,

Got her bent now she asking how much sex I want,

I don’t try hard, she said “my God pants down tripod”…anyway,

it’s like you on Wheel Of Fortune

and “Hip-hop Savior”’s the phrase you can’t see

You got 2 O’s 2 P’s 2 I’s and a V one R

But what’s missing is me

That’s S-H-A,

my essay’s they make ese’s say

He’s so incrediblé

I surpass them dudes that’s popping, they gassed they think they hot and I laugh and sit and

watch ‘em like math in kindergarten it’s easy,

Like a layup by myself, and the other team is late so yea I’m playing by myself

Damn

What else can I say about myself?

This is small to a giant, this is small to an elf,

like sleeping on the job like performing in the sheets,well

I guess that would be hard but still a breeze,

like breathing like blinking, like walking and chewing gum like an officer using guns on a nigger

for doing nothing

Chorus

 

Insanity

Produced by Astronote

I don’t know

If you are a fan of me

Or I’m too conceptual, and you not understanding me

I never liked Canibus

No he’s not a wack emcee

He was just confusing and I hope you don’t get that from me,

But if you do, this is my rapping plea,

I’m on medication, symptoms of insanity,

I’m having treatments as we speak,

No this is not metaphoric this is more like metamorphic, I get hype, upset then morbid, I just had

some morphine, and I’m forfeiting my title,

I just played the Biggie song with the thoughts suicidal

twelve times in succession,

Vic said switch professions, I applied at UPS and they was asking for a test

to check my ..

urination, urination? I was pissed

I’m the nation’s greatest rapper

On the unknown rapper list s–t..s–t s—t,

I’m not in love with violence,

But I dream of catching bodies

I keep watching Shutter Island

I be

f–king smiling like the joker do

Punchline rhymes where I might throw a joke or two.

‘Sposed to be a joke on you, mostly though the jokes on me,

First name is ‘Hopefully’

Last name ‘You notice me’

My ex girl told me that she’s still not over me

While I was up under her, something’s in her ovaries

It’s not mine

..I be in places I don’t plan to be

Can it be

Can it be

Can it be insanity

The hurt little boy

Is searching for the man in me

Can it be

Can it be

Can it be insanity?

I’m sorry yall…

I’m ‘sposed to stop apologizing but these split personalities be gradually arising

Stimuli be on that blah blah I’m nice, I’m hot I’m fire

Sha is cocky but cordial, spits sick, looks tired

Then Sherod wants to stay at home, still be a writer

but he has fantasies about sparking up his lighter

and then burning all his furniture, computer and his tv,

leaving all of his possessions thinking he don’t really need ‘em,

And when those three guys come together for a meeting

I can see why you might not know what I be meaning

You don’t see it when you turn insane

Like that straight road switched into a turning lane

And now I’m lost

Lotta rappers thought that serving cane

Or maybe saying that you dabbled in the murder game

was the answer

Well for me all I heard was Kane

in my head and Rakim made me burn the stage

I did my dirt but the dirt lead to hurt and pain

Had me writing daily trying to turn words to fame

Am I there?

I’m just trying to be the illest

Y’all staring asking what you talking bout Willis

I turned to drugs

I was on that Todd Bridges,

So I had to quit the smoking, rather die of different strokes, than losing doe and living broke but

yo …rest in peace to Gary Coleman

Mrs. Garrett had me rolling..the facts of life are

there’s so much pressure that they handing me

Can it be

Can it be

Can it be insanity?

I’m rapidly rapping deep and landing 3 stories off the canopy, with a bag of trees, oh I hope you catching me

Can it be insanity thinking that this chip that’s on my shoulder isn’t showing I got older now my soul is my controller,

holy roller I am not but you know I told my foes that I would not just break the mold, I would

stomp a f–king hole

into the box you try to fit me in.

Ok I reloaded I’m unloading, then exploding then exposing what I know,

Can it be

Insanity to wake up happily, my money’s kinda funny and it laughs at me

but I don’t laugh back at he or back at she, money is a bitch, and if my salary gains calories and

makes my wallet thick, am I rich? Am I special? I be changing like the weather

Is it nuts to say my album’s hot, next one will be better?

And my mixtapes had their moments,

Gotta get my beats together, and my hooks could use some work,

Yea my friends say I’m a jerk,

And my fans say it’s hard to be a fan of me,

‘Cause I don’t have a gimmick and I’m deep and they can’t dance to me,

Can it be can it be can I be the antifreeze to make your system

Hot, no cold yo I’m mad at me

Damnit B I cannot sleep,

No bitch I cannot creep, trying to be a gooder man, better man, f–ked up my grammar be,

wonder can my grandma see, hope I make you proud, engineer this is a banging beat,

can you make me loud? Thanks a lot now I hear myself, man that’s how I sound?

This is wack, if I flow too much I’ll drown, that’s profound,

I get down, now I’m up, something brown’s in my cup, and it helps,

not with health, nor with wealth, what the f—k?

Why the hell would you buy s–t you can have for free?

Guess that’s why you download, I just lost a half a gee,

betting I would stop 12 bars ago actually

Y’all should cut me off like an amputee can it be insanity?

Always be in places I don’t plan to be

can it be

Can it be

Can it be

Insanity?

I wish that I give all the things you demand from me

But I can’t

Can’t Stop

Produced by The Epixxx

Chorus

They looking at me funny

Got my eyes closed I ain’t looking at the money

But I know it’s coming

Five minus five, me killing it is nothing

Never slowing down,

Came too far, can’t turn back now

This is all I got, so no matter what happens yo I

Can’t stop

I can’t stop,

I can’t stop

 

Verse 1
To say that I’m the best you ever heard would be foolishness

‘cause you will not get every single word,

So if I can’t be your choice in your top five

I’ll stop trying and be your voice,

Meaning your thoughts, my speech

Your hood I’ll reach, on beats I beast,

I’m trying to win loyalty

I done worked at Burger King, Dairy Queen,

listening to Prince, seeking royalties

Before he turned into a symbol,

I could take the realest song, turn it to a single

Had a walkman, I used to walk with on the block bumping,

raw s–t. played it so often I broke the stop button,

but I didn’t toss it

I’m a sure believer everything is for a reason, f–k it. I ain’t pausing either

I’mma go, go, go

Til the curtains close

Perfect flows, hurting foes,

Please could you turn this joint up

Chorus

Verse 2
My diction is a contradiction ‘cause my heart is missing,

but I’m honest spitting,  I’m hard but there’s some conscious mixed in

My songs go so far I’m distant, tell me if God is listening

‘cause if that’s the case then yea I’m partly Christian,

but if not then I’m an artist driven with the target missing

‘cause  my aim ain’t the charts, I’m here for y’all existence

And the fathers missing, that’s my martyr mission, take the bars I kick and make scholarships

breaking off tuitions,

I talked this way since

Reverend Run told me walk this way s–t,

Sorry for cussing,

I can’t help being great yo I’m sorry for nothing,

I know life can be the scariest, obstacles, barriers

Horoscope reads cancer, you an Aquarius

Or a Sagittarius, shooting for the stars

I’m just trying to introduce you to Sherod, ‘cause  you know he can’t stop,

 

Verse 3
It doesn’t matter if I’m bummy or I’m well dressed,

ask if I’m best I say hell yes

Beat don’t knock I’m the help desk,

Lotta cats heard the s–t that I was bringing started fixing up they words like spell check, its so real…

Giving you emotions thru my vocals that you might not have felt yet,

Used to break laws, now I’m on course

to reach a lot more people, although I sell less,

I wanna be famous and inconspicuous

Healthy while I’m ill

Be dumbed down yet intricate,

Hear it and you feel,

I’m like, like I’m on my last meal and I can’t leave the table

Asking labels what’s the deal?

I’m the fiend that’s swearing that this is my last hit,

But he just can’t seem to get rid of the bad itch,

The good dude giving his heart to a bad bitch

Hood dude moving that raw to get cash quick

I’ll take the role of the reverend that doesn’t scream

I’mma be the parent that tells their children to dream,

I’ll be the reporter reporting s–t that he’s seen,

I’ll be the director and every verse is a scene

I’ll be the author, the writer with arthritis from typing so many words about the power we

fighting what’s up?

I am the bum on the train with a sign that says keep your coins I want change

I’m the man on the stage with a rhyme style murdering every rapper you praise

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The Garden

Produced by Charli Brown

Verse

The creator made a sacrifice,

So man and woman, meaning you and I could have a life

Adam and Eve they lived in a Paradise

But didn’t know

so they gave in to their appetite

Then had to go

And they looked back at it and they saw what they had there

Some days I do that with past years

I think about the future I get mad scared

I’m looking at my present I get sad where

the hell am I taking y’all

I’m here to embrace you all

Barack woulda never ran

If he was afraid to fall

Wish I kept playing ball

sometimes

But I accept that I made that call,

Dumb rhymes

got me popping

Getting paper dog, yea it was taking long

But Time is just a magazine,

One day I’mma make it on

Every time you play my song

Something happens

I don’t know

This is not just rapping

A martyr is speaking

My bars are leaking, you the target I’m reaching

You gotta recognize the garden of Eden

Keep watching

if the finish line appears far,

Seems like your reign ends where the tears start

..Don’t let your eyes get puffy, Puffy eyes worship money

put Faith where your fears are

And that’s the part of the reason you need to recognize the garden of Eden

other day I took my moms to the hospital

Arthritis in her spine

paramedics had to get her out the bed

And I just watched her crying, yelling out for me and my brother still can’t get the vision out my head

‘cause  I was wishing I could take her hurt away..

Even though I know at the same time

I’m going through some monetary surface pain

I know that she wishes she could take mine

To stop being passive and complacent,

I would trade places wit a patient,

For one whole day and if I make it

I would be somebody different don’t you hate it

when you say you got an issue and someone else has it worse

and y’all start having a battle trying to see who Satan cursed?

“Yo my sister just got cancer.”

“Oh my auntie had it first.”

“Well my son is still in prison.”

“So my daughter died at birth.” damn

Never will it halt though.

This ain’t conscious rap

I just make thoughts flow

I know it’s hard to believe in

but look around dog the garden of Eden is right there

I say as long as you breathing you might find something close to that garden of Eden

I hate talking bout rap in my raps when I rap

But

sometimes I get reflective on a track

I start telling people where I’m at, what I been through,

why I’m great, truthfully I’m sick of that

but

Stimuli is confident

Only thing is he’s vulnerable on some honest s–t

Most likely he has issues in common wit you,

Dwelling on your problems ‘stead of peeping your accomplishments

Yea it happens…

Pardon my preaching, and correlations to the garden of Eden,

a dead horse I’m beating but most days messages that I’m reading say

‘Sha you helped me out with life’

So I keep providing light

My father left but I know who my Pops is,

My cousin’s sperm donor just dropped his

Then my boy with the fam that he loves that he thought was his blood just found out he was adopted

But they love him no less

I would go and visit ‘cause they life is so blessed

But he can’t see it, I probably wouldn’t either

I ain’t Nas but I go from God’s son to throwing Ether

Either catch it and receive it or toss it and just leave it

You comparing me to people that ain’t even in my league

And we ain’t on the same page, we ain’t in the same book I’m the bible

Them dudes is novels, please look

Then listen, then stop, but not in that order,

You can wake up, top of the morning I hate to do this to you,

You subconsciously seeking for something better duke the garden of Eden is right here

 

 

1.DUCTION

Produced by D.J Victorious

2.HANG ON feat. The Astronomical Kid & Peter Hartmann

Produced by Lord Digga

Additional production by G-Clef

Verse

When I was 5 years old, I realized there was a road,

at the end I would win lots of pots of gold,

I turned 6, learned quick, but I lost control,

Around 7, the devil tried to bottle my soul

Then at 8 or 9, I saw I had a crazy mind, turned 10,

wrote my 1st lazy rhyme with no pen,

Figured out I wasn’t like them other kids when I was young,

Teacher asked me what I want to be when I hit 21,

I said “I wanna see 21, start my own business, stack funds, live life until my living is done,”

My teacher was stunned,

I told her most people let ‘nine to fives’ define they lives look in my eyes I’m not the one,

See I went from fragrances of pissy floors,

to when you sniff me, you could smell the Christian Dior,

I went from breakin’ in my neighbors’ Honda Accords,

to breakin’ records, laughin’ at the loot I made before,

Right now, all I gotta do is smile at the opposite sex,

til I’m coppin’ they checks and I hop in they Lex and go shoppin’ and next,

I’m massagin’ they neck and I’m slobbin’ they breast and menage and molest they be like “Yo Sha you the best.”

But that’s the worst, ’cause all I need is a homegirl,

Friend, lover, but I’m off in my own world,

learned from my brother,

I remember it was just him, granny, mom and me

now this year I’m a Grammy nominee, looking back I,

wasn’t getting love from the DJs,

had to sell verses on Ebay,

the industry thought that I was tryin’ to be Jay,

my family told me get a job at BJ’s

hell nah ‘cause I knew that I could spit ill,

I’m in a race against time and it gets real,

see this path I’m on, it’s like a track I’m on,

i’m runnin’ in a marathon, trying to pay my sprint bill

My father instilled something when he left,

‘cause you stop living fast when you witness slow death

It’s sunny outside,

So how come my homeboy’s soon to be bride keeps telling me she’s wet?

That s–t got me vex, now she sending him a text,

sayin “imma get some rest,” while she kissing on my chest damn

I wanna push her on the mattress, start grinding like I’m Pusha T and Malice but I can’t,

Victorious told me since I’m a rapper it just happens, I’m the s–t and the s–t, it hits the fan,

There’s so much power and passion

in my verses, that my words may be louder than actions

I am not no bitter spitter, killer, killer dealing weight and writing it on twitter, I’m really realer, I deliver s–t to give you shivers,

the internet got these beginners in the game and winning,

hip-hop is finished, and I gotta wonder,

Why these dudes are playing dudes disguised as other dudes?

They Robert Downey in Tropic Thunder,

People tell me I’m about to blow,

every time I leave the stage when we rock a show…

I’m thinking I need a kid, they saying I need a hit,

what’s a hit song without the doe?

a donation without the doe is a nation that’s 3rd world

I’m Super Mario in the 3rd world,

trying to get to 8-4, I left world 2,

I should do a Joe Budden and film my girl too but,

I would rather save the princess,

dumb motherf–ker nickname me incest.

I wanna live forever but it’s not about fame,

I believe in prayers but I gotta get paid,

even Creflo got a dollar in his name,

if I wasn’t me I’d be afraid

Y’all know I drink ‘cause I think too much when I’m sober,

Betting on myself these days, I’m a high roller,

I’m so nice, so mean feeling bipolar

Y’all listen backwards so I talk like Yoda,

So hot, album is

Many records, Sha sold

Punchlines, deep s–t, metaphors, wild flows

he has, spaz he does with eyes closed,

enjoy you will, To keep, my soul.

 

Chorus

Hang on to the world as it spins around,

Just don’t let the spin get you down,

Things are moving fast,

Hold on tight and you will last

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3.MY SOUL

Produced by Jaisu

Additional production by G-Clef

 

Intro

Somebody told me, that the only way that I can make it is if I lead,

‘cause I can never follow, it’s the day before tomorrow that’s the only thing that I see,

I can’t stop until I reach the top, I know that’s where I’ll be

My heart and my mind,

It’s all in with the flow and the rhymes

And the days I did crime,

and I swear in time,

You’ll feel my world so cold,

You’ll hear you’ll see you’ll know

You’ll know it comes from my,

You’ll know it comes from my,

You’ll know it comes from my,

Soul!

Chorus

My heart, my mind, my goals, my dream my story I told

My life, my times, my flow, my rhymes, my music is from

My soul

Verse 1

I heard somebody say “I hate rap music!”

‘cause all we talk about is our guns and our cars and our money and our broads,

and how wack dudes be and how nice we are,

and how much s–t we sold and how we so damn hard,

and we throwing up signs and we stay reppin’ our squads,

we exaggerate, it’s aggravating, this is from my heart I,

got a flow that is purer than God,

These dudes flowin’ like security guards,

And I aint dissin’ your job

But when I do this, there’s a different motivation,

There’s diseases goin’ round, f—k a record in rotation,

There’s people, that be taking life for granted, they’re complacent,

And there’s rappers with no talent, kicking verses in my face,

But if you look at them and look at me, my s–t is hi-def

for me to like they s–t I’d have to be high and deaf

Chorus

 

Verse 2

I got songs telling people that I’m better than the best,

am I the reason that you hate rap music? I say yes

I’m a, pistol promoter, hustled powder and soda for a dollar

right after college, someone should have been told you

that I was comin’, comin’ with somethin’

so movin’, music that touches

your soul, so crazy like the birth of a son,

from the earth to the sun is the distance between me and these clowns that flowing,

y’all call ‘em up and coming I call ‘em down and going

I’m the difference between doubting and knowing,

believing and seeing, I been broke, but never been broken

you hate rap guys, rap dudes, hippity hip bop,

shoot, clap and spit shots, when will this s–t stop God?

I’m such a part of it, it sickens me, I’m weak

I mean for real I got a f–king stomach ache as we speak

And I think I feel a fever, “if you hate it Sha then why don’t u leave?”

I can’t go, I can’t chill, it’s my temperature get it? I’m too hot.

I’m New York, new Big, new Pac

new Kane, new nah, new Sha old dog, new tricks

new flows, new kicks every day, a new chick,

“you sick” I know I told you I’m sweatin’

my health,

is getting’ worse it’s ‘cause I’m sweatin’ myself

I should write these rhymes on tablets,

like commandments in Hebrew language,

‘cause y’all don’t understand it anyway man

Chorus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4.BLASPHEMY

Produced by Ian Heyward

Additional production by G.I Joe

 

Intro

Sometimes I look to the sky and I wonder what the Heaven is goin’ on.

Who else can I ask?

But you!

Damn, damn, damn, damn God!

Verse 1

How can you be so calm when there’s armies dropping bombs overseas and there’s war going on right here that no one sees?

Little dude gotta starve, rob to get some groceries

and shorty’s scared to be a Mom, she disrupting her ovaries

I’m sayin’ Damn damn damn God can’t you find a job for my people?

yo they robbed all my people,

we don’t get no reparations for segregation,

the legislation passed for the Rico law we be so poor

We take afflictions of the addicted and serve ‘em

and keep ‘em sick and it’s hurting so we get rich and it’s workin’

but when you flip and reverse it, they lock us up like we purchased

and brought it over to service, the system’s set up on purpose,

why you do that? You coulda just made us one color like the Smurfs.

You don’t think that woulda worked?

Go to church why? Pray where? Who gon’ help us?

You got Heaven dog, you so selfish

That’s what we be thinkin’, that’s what I be thinkin’ a man dies everyday,

the same time a baby’s born, now do we cry or celebrate?

how can Muslims pray to Allah to bring down the towers?

Are there words in the Quran that gave them more power?

Was the Bible just devised so slavery stayed alive,

and niggas would pray for Heaven to come after they died?

Do you love White people more?

I ain’t throwin’ salt but Goddamn this is all your fault blast for me now.

Chorus 2X

Damn, damn, damn, damn God,

How the hell can life be so hard?

Now Got damn, damn, I say the Lord’s name in vein,

Hoping one day He could ease my pain

 

Verse 2

Ok maybe I’m buggin’, but nobody else is gonna ask,

how can stray bullets cross the path

of innocent people?

And who’s innocent? A baby unborn?

Condom popped, and now I want my son gone?

But ain’t that murder? It’s not right,

we could look but don’t touch, we could touch but don’t taste,

why you put s–t in our face?

How the hell you make sex feel better than eating,

but one slip and that could dead us from breathing?

Tell me the reason

you made guns, made war I ain’t blaming Eve and Adam

let me know the point of me even rapping

‘cause nobody listens, and sex sells

I was asking my label if they can help me get hot

and they told me get shot

I don’t believe in the devil, though the Bible said it’s him

Making people kill people, making men choose men

to lay with, on some gay s–t, you made it possible

what’s the answer for cancer? we lay up in the hospital Damn!

God you created this s—t, we here and gotta stay in this s–t.

Mad religions, Catholics, Christians, Baptists, listen

I’m just trying to keep my ass out of prison,

are you catching my drift or am I tripping?

God I know when I was 7,

I believed in Santa Claus and I thought there was a Heaven

but now I don’t give a damn, so I give a verse,

can I get an answer before I’m in a hearse huh?

Chorus

 

5.DO IT FOR THE DOE

Produced by WMS Sultan

Additional production by G-Clef

 

Chorus

I don’t wanna work

I just do it for the doe

Do it for the doe

Do it for the doe

I feel like a jerk

But I do it for the doe

Do it for the doe

Do it for the doe

We smoke to get high

Drink to get low, sleep so we dream

One day we gotta go

I do it for the doe

I do it for the doe

Verse 1

Everyday I’m waking up,

I ain’t even in a group but I’m breaking up

‘cause I’m still trying to get my paper up

But I feel like I don’t make enough,

I’m going through it, I’mma go up to my job waving gunfire

or either stay home, and call out, sorta like an umpire

I’m sittin’ at my desk feeling dumb tired,

supervisor talking down to me and I’m quiet,

I really wanna put a wrench through

his neck and say “I don’t respect you”

but my rent’s due,

So I smile like a good little boy

‘cause mad people in my hood ain’t employed,

Back in 1995, I said I’d be 95,

before I work a ‘nine to five’, drivin’ down 95 but,

That was when I Idolized

these rappers and drug dealers, now I just gotta survive look!

Chorus

Verse 2

“I don’t wanna dance I just do it for the doe,”

that’s what shorty said when I came to see the show,

How we got to talking ‘bout it? I don’t really know

But she kept telling me, “I am not a ho,”

I ain’t even care but I was bored, I said “Sooo,

If I had a gee to pay you, you would tell me no,

for a couple hours if we snuck out on the low?”

She said, “Do you have it?” I said “I think I’mma go.”

She said, “Wait, the 2 kids I got at home, they get left alone, so I need a loan.”

I’m staring at her body, her complexion and her tone,

if God blessed this pretty child, she has a right to get her own.

Took some footage on my phone

of her flipping on the pole she was sniffing my cologne,

when I paid her light bill just for brightening my day,

when she asked me if I needed change,

I said “We both do!”

Chorus

 

Verse 3

I don’t wanna sell, I just do it ‘cause my cell,

phone, bill, it be getting high as hell,

Hell, yeah I am scared to see a cell,

But I don’t wanna fail, I already live in jail,

when I can’t ball out or I can’t set sail

on the coast somewhere, with the dolphins and the whales

and the blue seas, you’ll see, I’m just making sales

til the profit, got my pockets just popping, tipping the scale I been,

moving grams hard, ‘cause my grandma

didn’t get to see me live like a damn star

can’t God Make life easier, or at least make me wake up wit amnesia?

So I could lose the memories of seeing those sniffy nose,

skinny, old fiends lookin’ like the thriller video,

I would love to walk away, but I need money now and I don’t wanna wait

Chorus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6.MOVE BACK featuring Freeway & Young Chris

Produced by Just Blaze

Chorus

I got the hood on my back, back

I got the city on my back, back

I got the game on my back, back

I got the world on my back, back

Everybody move back, back, back, back, back

Tell them haters move back, back, back, back

Verse 1

I’m back like I never left

You might have never heard of me or we have never met

But that’s fine, got my whole hood behind me so it looks like a rep a set,

If I make it, they make it so I never rest

got the fire arms out like a sweatervest

and there’s nothing that could stop me except for death

and even then I’ll keep goin’ on the internet

bragging that I’m still the best, music gives me endless breath,

if I’m gone to Heaven or to Hell yo, I still hit the booth and I tell jokes,

I stick to the script like I’m velcro, classic when I spaz I’m like shelltoes, talk in 3^rd person like Elmo

Stimuli’s everywhere, he be in the D, run thru the A catch him out in Philly with Free,

or down in the H-town, or Miami with heat,

you know BK’s riding with me!

Chorus

 

Verse 2

Try Lesly the gat bustin’ I’m daring y’all

You can’t touch me, my back husky from carrying y’all

Sitting with the flow so nigga you can’t hate,

I’m readjusted with Just, let’s get a few things straight,

Me and Stimuli energize like that bunny you don’t want a run-in,

‘cause my gun will put an end to guys.

Even in Lebanon, ain’t no freezing this s–t,

you think not, you must be higher than the starship enterprise

Realize I’m fresh off the streets of Mecca,

Was rocking open-toe chanclettas and taking notes from the lectures,

And bring it back to the block, share the wisdom with my boys and when it’s drama, I’m still on point with the weapons,

suggestion, you shouldn’t test him, I’m on my grind and

when it’s crunch time, ain’t nothing to bring the noise,

call Gunna up, it ain’t nothing to bring my boys,

Young Chris: You know how the boys too, we spending money like Floyd too.

 

Chorus

 

THE REASON

Produced by M-Dot

Additional production by G-Clef

 

Chorus

You the reason I get up in the morning huh

You the reason I get up in the morning huh

You hate me it makes me stronger when, you hate me it makes me stronger look,

You the reason I get up in the morning huh

You the reason I get up in the morning huh

You hate me it makes me stronger when, you hate me it makes me

Just go harder, I go harder, I go harder

Verse 1

You hate me and I love you,

You made me, I was a dumb fool,

You saved me,

I was chilling, I was slacking, I was lazy

I was silly, I was acting kinda crazy

like the world was waiting on me, so I gotta thank you for hating on me,

Now I wake up in the morning with a passion

Any beat- spazzin,

Any beef- smashin it

Who I be? Ask them

Stimuli’s past is ahead of they future,

I’m in first place stupid but I promise you I’m lasting,

Superhero without the mask, I don’t leap tall buildings I reach small children,

I tell ‘em not to stop, I show ‘em how to pop,

focus on the present, I’m the Present but I’m out the box

I’m the gift God gave,

before we saw the haters and we waved

now we tellin’ ‘em this…

Chorus

Verse 2

Don’t let nobody tell you what you can’t do, won’t do

Anything you ever had to handle or go through,

Long as you are still here standing, hopeful,

You can go from homeless to a mansion wit showrooms,

I done had no rooms, made me keep pushin’

my girlfriend played me but the radio wouldn’t.

Should I keep going? Thinkin’ maybe I shouldn’t,

I multiplied the haters times the days that I put in

and it made me go harder, dis my own father,

I just bogarded, put my whole heart in,

You could do the same thing, once they see your chain swing

or they peep you rise up, you gon’ see they eyes cut,

They gon’ try to knock you off your see-saw

I stopped takin’ life for granted since I seen Saw

Sometimes movies motivate,

It’s hard to wait when you know you great,

I go harder