Verse 1 Like a cannibal, overcoming animal urges Not a fan of church, but become a man through these sermons Through these verses discovered my grandest purpose Clark Kent enters the booth Superman emerges Got no purpose for a person moving sneakily Barely speak to me But still ask me for a feature? Please You can’t afford the feature fee For me, it’s more than music Ignoring dudes, I got your posts and your stories muted When this record drops, put it on and let it rock Straight bars top to bottom like it’s letterbox My mind never stops - that’s what keeps me up at night Searching my corrupted mind for something I could love in life I ain’t had the toughest life But even small potholes along the road Could start to add up to a bumpy ride And all that turbulence is bound to fuck you up inside And over time, it’ll take away your fucking drive Verse 2 I remember they would hate on me, and try to play the boy Never forget it 'cause I’m petty and I stayed annoyed Bet on myself, knew one day I’d be as great as Floyd Now the odds are in my favor like I’m shaving points Hope all this fake-ness is reaching its breaking point And I don’t wanna name names, so please don’t make me point Let’s just say, nice as you think that you are People in your team say my name when they naming their favorite joints I make music, but the neighbors say I’m making noise You say I made a classic I say I made a choice To take over the game by force And stake my claim, never let lames get in the way of my shit taking off Made it this far in the game without a saving point To reach the final boss and become the boss what I came here for But ya'll recycling verses And splurging when we know you’re broke Better tighten your purse strings But for real - God bless - Wish you the best All positives in your life All negatives on your COVID tests The whole globe’s in duress No way to know what’s next Feels like I spent the last few years holding my breath

Verse 1 If emceeing boiled down to just saying a bunch of words You would be the best rapper ever Instead of just a nerd... Never heard somebody talk so much and say so little It's like you lost your train of thought and you saying drivel Now you wanna go at me? Pump your brakes a little How's it look - the Fastest Man Alive Trying to race a cripple? Serving me all those wordy compositions What disturbs me is, you really think you worthy competition Have you heard me? You really think it's worth stopping the session To address you like you deserve my attention? My album is so close to finished And now I gotta take a break And make 'em pay They buckle under pressure like a paper plate This beat got my adrenaline charged That's when I started sending these bars That'll end 'em, and send 'em to God The Reaper comes for us all I don't care who you are He's probably coming a whole lot sooner for ya'll Chorus 'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters 'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters 'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters Suck my fucking dick from the back Until your neck spasm Verse 2 And we right back at it People waiting on the kid to drop another classic Lotta shit has changed since I dropped "Bad Habits" Had to drop a couple people Like I'm dropping Bad Habits This is '95 Magic, '94 Energy, '93 Passion You look like an asshole You look like a halfwit Trying to spit some wack shit You should give up rap quick Chorus 'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters 'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters 'Cause you don't matter to anybody that matters Twist ya fucking head so fast, I'll leave your chest backwards

Verse 1 Started writing rhymes to combat the feelings of sadness Got better over time thanks to diligent practice No matter how hard I try, we still in this madness No chance for better answers I can fill in the blanks with Cold feet, like my girl keep stealing the blanket Feeling trapped, like I'm strapped with a house arrest anklet Look Hip-Hop is a thankless job One wrong move, could turn your cult following To an angry mob I've had some set-backs But lately I've been getting back Working to assure they write nicer things on my epitaph I've learned some healthier habits I'm getting better at But, when you're down bad It's hard to even remember that - There's an up-side to all the down There's a plus side, to the negatives that are swarming all around A King would dust himself off after falling down Can't crawl around down in the muck And soil his crown Chorus It's always darkest before the dawn (Remember that) But, it's always calmest before the storm (Remember that) We had some setbacks, but life goes on Still gotta rap when that mic goes on Always Remember that It's always darkest before the dawn (Remember That) But, it's always calmest before the storm (Remember that) We had some setbacks, but life goes on Still gotta rap when that mic goes on Always remember that Verse 2 Its no wonder why I haven't slept One of my oldest friends, and biggest supporters was stabbed to death Why did her and her babies meet such a tragic end? Spoke to her just a few weeks ago I still have the texts Don't ask me why I don't believe in God If there was more good than evil in our hearts It wouldn't be this hard It shouldn't be this hard to wake up in the morning Months out of work But still fighting for unemployment Still searching my life for some enjoyment But every day - seems a little duller than the one before it I'm numb to all the noise and disappointment At this point, I'm feeling dumb For ever thinking everything was normal Hindered by a mountain of distractions Lately, in the booth's the only time when I feel happy But Royalty been telling me "Only Good Things Can Happen" So I'm tapped in And trying to turn all this pain into passion Chorus Its always darkest before the dawn (Remember that) But, it's always calmest before the storm (Remember that) We had some setbacks, but life goes on Still gotta rap when that mic goes on Always remember that Its always darkest before the dawn (Remember That) But, its always calmest before the storm (Remember That) We had some setbacks, but life goes on Still gotta rap when that mic goes on Always remember that

Verse 1 I get I met you when I wasn't ready By the time I got my shit together - love was dead already Forever petty - blaming you when it would get so messy Started out light as a feather, when did it get so heavy? Stayed in bed a few days after you left me Stuck between wanting you back and wishing you never met me Still can't pinpoint the moment that we got off track The exact moment we lost it and never got it back I guess you gotta laugh Despite the happiness we got to have I'm still trapped, dwelling on the awkward past Never lacked in love, but we lost the magic and the passion Now I'm looking back in anger and asking what happened? Hook The show was over... And somehow I didn't know it You knew that you were leaving I just can't believe I didn't see it I guess the show was over... And somehow I didn't know it You knew that you were leaving I just can't believe I didn't see it Verse 2 What the fuck happened? Where did the love go? Love's so - wild, we spiraling out of con-trol Sucks so - bad, you left me here with a crushed soul Broke my heart, but still the person that I trust most That was us, though Went from loving each other to being cutthroat We went from fucking each other to fucking each other over Now who the fuck knows Why you're subbin' me, on social media, in some post We went from close, to touch-and-go, to fucking gross Wouldn't exactly call it abusive, but was something close Had to get free and get moving, 'fore it comes to blows Now I'm confused and suffering 'Cause we had fucking goals Hook And now I'm starting over But, I don't really know where I'm going I knew I had to leave it Can't believe it took so long for me to see it But, now I'm starting over But, I don't really know where I'm going I knew I had to leave it Can't believe it took so long for me to see it But That Was Us....

I saw a meme today, it said: "Stop Consuming, Start Creating" But, every day's an undertaking, I'm hardly awake and I keep on making this painful art for ya'll to play it And ya'll hardly engaging Things are getting stranger Started realizing all the happy people around me, were largely faking We all part God and part Satan We all part heart and part brain-stem Arguing for control over our soul, as we spark mayhem Used to think the world was rid of all the beef and hatred Now I don't think we'll probably see a day when we erase it Can't believe this country's still just completely racist Got me wanting to scream in pain like a teething baby My life needed a course correct Couldn't get my thoughts in check Surrounded by all this death I needed some more in-depth music To properly express my confusion and my complicated views on all the daily news This shit is less than amusing Spent years surviving a virus just to then die in a mass shooting? That shit is past stupid 400 shootings since last June and still not a single fucking thing's improving Every person alive could use some soothing Some wisdom for the wounded That's when we turn to music Still I'm up at night, just thinking a mile a minute Getting closer to the finish line But, I keep on trippin...damn

Verse 1 Feels calm even though I’m in the eye of the storm Trying to survive but got all my priorities wrong Society’s entirely gone - everything’s different We distracted, not even my therapist listen Sitting in this prison imprisoned by my indifference Crippling difference ‘tween my actions and intentions Back against the fences Got me acting defensive The cost of paying haters attention is too expensive I could write extensive verses on how I’ve perfected The art of being special but still feeling neglected All that complaining and whining is not effective Sheep do all that crying, the lion is not affected I am not a messiah but I have got a message And it’s obvious I’m the messenger god selected On the rooftop of my residence spitting venom The booth is my confessional where I seek my repentance Hook I don’t really take nothing to manage the pain Just lose sleep every night until it damage my brain If I had my way, I would change the game To make it all make sense, before it makes me insane I don’t really take nothing to manage the pain Just lose sleep every night until it damage my brain If I had my way, I would change the game To make it all make sense, before it makes me insane

Verse 1 Murder ya with a turn of phrase But got certain ways That probably lead to an early grave My girl say that I should learn to pray But I don’t talk to God I’m a be in an awkward spot at them pearly gates Since I learned to play I’ve been pitching perfect games First time I heard that Purple Tape I almost burst in flames Here to earn my place No time to waste on a rehearsal phase I’ll murder the stage before the curtain’s raised Bad Seed and ACT-1 on a track together - That shit is Top 5 Alive - future, past or present Y'all talk a big game - Ernie, Chuck, Shaq and Kenny We classic era, like Orlando Magic - Shaq and Penny Not being petty, just being brutally honest Your music made the venue feel like a funeral parlor You could drop that project, but truly Why would you bother? I couldn’t give a fuck if Rihanna threw me a condom Hook Death upon these phony rappers Who keep postin, but no one asked em We just scrolling past their posts and laughing Talking bold in their captions, but when it’s time for action They don’t show up, like vampires when you photograph em (Fuckin Suckaz) Loads of rappers who keep talkin, but no one asked em Bloodsuckers belong in caskets Talking bold when they rappin, but when it’s time for action They don’t show up, like vampires when you photograph em Verse 2 Beard scruffy, the male version of Buffy Vampire huntin all these leeches who reach and discuss me Read their reviews, I say its cool It really disgusts me Either they living under a rock, or on drugs They must be Bar work - I’m from where niggas was really musty Spit in front of hostile environments and we lookin dusty Bloody razor blades, I’m cuttin you if you touch me Stake through your heart, you just bleed to death That’s if you lucky Bad Seed, 6th Man shit Skills - I lack none Say a Hail Mary, you coming for me and ACT-1 Murder scenes galore, for sure, I’ll reenact one Whole Stu is Dior, naw, this ain’t cap gun Shells hit his spine like BRRAT, now his back done Somebody call me an Uber ‘fore I attack son Some people call me a shooter, but I ain’t THAT dumb But I’ll come through your computer to get the track done Hook Instagram has loads of rappers Who keep talkin, but no one asked em We just scrolling past their posts and laughing Talkin bold in their captions But when it’s time for action They don’t show up, like vampires when you photograph em (Fuckin Suckaz) Loads of rappers who keep talkin, but no one asked em Bloodsuckers belong in caskets Talkin bold when they rappin, but when it’s time for action They don’t show up, like vampires when you photograph em

VERSE 1 Too much happiness to wrap my head around Too many peeps depending on me Can’t wait to let em down Inner child molested by intellectual pedophiles Tryin’ to fuck my head up and leave me left with my head in clouds I’m self destructive, there’s no shred of doubt That I hate myself And I don’t really need anyone’s help to get me down I let it out in my music enough to level out And help me settle down, so I don’t end it now Or let them clowns vex me til I end up mentally dead in the ground My girl keeps trying to get me to smile Bout to let out a howl Primal screaming to relieve my mind of violent dreams of evil That been occupying my mind since I was a teen One day I dream that I might get a restful night of sleep But, shit keeping me up at night I can’t seem to deny my demons Hook Every day I pray for death Satan keeps telling me to be patient Takin baby steps There’s no one really left to save me from my crazy self So I’ll just spend my time left on Earth Blazing my way to Hell Every day I pray for death My dentist says I’m cracking my teeth ‘Cause of the way I clench Anticipating the end of days with baited breath For now, I’ll spend what time we have left Trying to make a mess Verse 2 Lucifer please take my hand And show me that it takes much more Than just murder to make a man Wish I could take the stand and testify against myself Only stress is left inside my chest, causin my heart to melt Guess it’s time to face the fucked up truth No one will ever truly love me, I’m a fucked up dude No matter how hard I work or what the fuck I do All I gets a pat on the head like it’s Duck Duck Goose Well, fuck you too Grew up with a constant lack of confidence Early signs of depression, a knot in my subconscious But, my scars tell the story of other peoples incompetence Children in a flower garden, stomping my accomplishments Hand around your throat You feel that pop in your esophagus I’m Thanos with the stones You’re throwing rocks at rhe monolith Pissing off a God, I thought the consequence was obvious You’ll feel the wrath of retribution in a cosmic sense Hook But, every day I pray for death Satan keeps telling me to be patient Takin baby steps There’s no one really left to save me from my crazy self So I’ll just spend my time left on Earth Blazing my way to Hell Every day I pray for death My dentist says I’m cracking my teeth, ‘cause of the way I clench Anticipating the end of days with baited breath For now, I’ll spend what time we have left Trying to make a mess Oh shit…I meant “make amends” Trying to make “amends”, not “a mess” I fucked it up

Verse 1 Pick of the litter Digging like I’m trying to pick me a winner Eat emcees - trying to pick me a dinner Seamless the way that I’m quick to deliver This shit is different Living in hell ‘cause I’m sick, I’m a sinner Live in a cell, ‘cause my sickness a prison Screaming for help, you pricks never listen What’s the point even continuing living? Met ya girl, put my dick all up in her Now she asking why your shit isn’t bigger EPMD cuz I’m Strictly for Business Keep it a buck, like a tipping a stripper It’s in my blood, I live for this spittin’ Bleed hip-hop if you prickin my finger Marathon runner, I’m sick of you sprinters This world is sick, so I keep getting sicker Hook Fuck permission from gatekeepers Fuck forgiveness from fake people Most of the time they the same people Most of the time they the same people I didn’t come here to save people Whether I love or I hate people Most of the time they the same people Most of the time they the same people Fuck permission from gatekeepers Fuck forgiveness from fake people Most of the time they the same people Most of the time they the same people I didn’t come here to save people Whether I love or I hate people Most of the time they the same people Most of the time they the same people Verse 2 Pressure and stress Messing my head up Has left me all messed up, obsessing with death Questioning friends Wondering if they all hate me The answer is definitely yes Been watching the best of the best Most of y’all have left me less than impressed The passion I had when I started to rap I wonder if I’ll ever get it again If I took a sec to reflect I know in my heart that It’s deader than dead Know in my heart that I’ve never been blessed Just cursed with burdens and left with regrets Nevertheless Working OT trying to settle these debts Refusing to settle for less Sever the heads of my enemies Until they bend the knee All this stressin be sappin my energy Like a fighter that’s ready to settle beef But not medically cleared so I can compete I’m everything you intend to be I’m everything you pretend to be I’m what you humans expect to be That’s why you all suck - except for me I know this world is infected Ignorance is the infection Trying to better, but know deep down I’m not even reaching perfection I know this world is infected Human beings are the sepsis I live without any regrets, ‘cause I learned early on I don’t need your acceptance Hook Fuck permission from gatekeepers Fuck forgiveness from fake people Most of the time they the same people Most of the time they the same people I didn’t come here to save people Whether I love or I have people Most of the time they the same people Most of the time theh the same people I gotta learn how to love people I look around I’m like WHAT people? I gotta learn how to trust people Most of yall seeming like sus people Most of the time I say fuck people Most of the time I say fuck people MOST OF THE TIME I SAY FUCK PEOPLE MOST OF THE TIME I SAY FUCK PEOPLE

Hook The flow is grimy like its Toilet Water This the type of assault to make you call your lawyer Bakarak on the beat, with heat that’s uncalled for Got your best producer looking sorta awful The flow is grimier than Toilet Water ACT-1 on the track, it’s lyrical slaughter I’m a god amongst men, I’m not a normal mortal So when you try to compete with me It’s just sorta awkward Verse 1 If you talk real shit, real people hear it Haven’t quite reached my peak But I’ve been creeping near it Too sweet with the lyrics, my pen leaking syrup Shadow of Death in every breath Grim Reaper spirit Went to bed at 3, up at 5 Little as I sleep, surprised I don’t go out my mind But, I gotta stay up and grind The struggle to survive As little love as I get, I wonder why I try They only love you when you die But, I’m destined to be The only emcee in your Top 5 that’s still alive Broadcasting Live from a roof in queens To watch these goofy geeks crumble under scrutiny It’s the truth You should savor your favorite emcee Cuz once I drop, there’s really nothing could save ‘em from me Appetite for destruction, and I’m craving a feast No agenda when I speak, ‘cept to say what I mean I’m a soldier, you can see how my face is fatigued I’m like Morpheus, the way that I slay in my sleep You Rose Walker - chasing a dream Check your wifey’s asshole If you looking for my “latest release” It ain’t what it seems Ya need to check your head Or you’ll get left for dead Failing to respect my pen You trying to build with us But, still you haven’t left your bed You trying to eat with us But, keep asking for separate checks Hook The flow is grimier than Toilet Water Your album’s full of those features that probably cost a quarter ACT-1 on the track with bars that’s uncalled for Got your favorite rapper looking sort of awful The flow is grimier than Toilet Water Wes Studii on the track, lyrical slaughter He’s a god amongst men, he’s not a normal mortal So when you try to compete with us It’s just sort of awkward Verse 2 A-yo, I rap like it’s a 90s year The grimy’s here But my spittin rich got ya smitten bitch Tryin to buy me beer If you jump, you’ll be a poster and they’ll laugh at you Listen chump, bring a toaster in the bath with you ‘Cause you fucking with a Mack among the rap alum Weed smoker, pack a ton Shit’ll crack a lung We live in G code, snuff you just to have a crumb This is Queens mode, fuck with me and ACT, ya done That’s how Thunny rockin, we funny plotting Bad bitch, send a Honey Pot, until the money’s gotten Get beat backwards, I snap like a bungee popping I eat rappers and snack like I’m munchie shopping Bon Appetit, go have a seat Yo, I’m bringing Hell And I’m a ring the bell until no rapper sleep When we attack a beat The track is heat And that’s facts, son Me and ACT-1 - the rap Elite

Lately I’ve been having pains I really can’t explain Maybe they’re not really real And I’m just real insane Therapist says that’s a word we never really say But why believe someone who gets paid To hear me complain I guess the rain is gone ‘cause I can see it clear as day While I’ve been trying to make my way I’ve just been making waves Rocking the boat, disturbing the peace And all those played cliches Waiting for the day I find a place where I feel safe I’m actually a nice guy and trying to stay that way But every thing that people say just seems to make me hate I’m always preaching let shit go So, I’m ashamed to say I never really let the scars from how they hurt me fade away Made the mistake of being patient staying in my lane Now they expect me to eat shit and savor the taste Day to day, I’m trying change the game Like a power outage shorted your PlayStation And erased your saves Lemme explain so I can save some face Before I due face down in the mud As a defamed disgrace Sometimes I wish I could reshape my face And start over as a different person That’s not so afraid of change I guess it’s safe to say it’s not great to be naming names Of individuals in my life, I’d like to place the blame For helping to facilitate depression in my crazy brain Can’t remember what age I was when the crazy came But I know that since that day, it’s been a crazy train And sometimes I debate hopping off Just to escape the pain No matter how much I create, I can’t explain the strain No matter what choices I make, I can’t evade the lames Who have so much to say and love just spreading hate and shame And talk about “keepin it real” When they’re just crazy fake Wish I could tell my girl that she didn’t make a mistake By choosing me as the dude in which she placed her faith I keep hoping I can make her proud and save the day Before the universe takes her away and makes me pay I wonder why I’m still here, so many angels ain’t Guess I have a way with words Maybe thats my saving Grace I’m still here - so many people that were greater ain’t I guess I have a way with words So maybe that’s my saving grace I’m still here so many people that were greater ain’t Guess I have a way with words, maybe that’s my saving grace I’m still here, so many angels ain’t Guess I have a way with words, maybe that’s my saving grace Maybe that’s my purpose and my place To make up for my greatest mistakes Maybe my talent and my way with words is my saving grace To make up for every fucking piece of shit thing that I’ve done Maybe not Maybe there’s nothing that can Maybe this is it…