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Introduction: "Yo yo yo! Man I'm callin' to let you know, nigga, it's been five years nigga. Five years, since we've been niggas bro. That shit's a blessing. A lot of niggas don't, you know, make it through like friendships and shit bro. It's been five years, since me, I've been on Organized Threat. And not only that, niggas got to become real niggas throughout the process. I hope everything is all well on your end my nigga. Man, can't nobody stop our blades bro. It's too sharp and swift my niggas. Tell these niggas, tell...tell these niggas that they ugly as fuck, and they can't fuck with OGT. That's all you gotta do. Walk up to a nigga and be like 'yall dont fuck with us? Well fuck yall too nigga'. Slowly though, and they gon' feel the burn. So let's get it. Aight man hit me up too, don't be no ugly ass nigga man. Aight gone" - Joogy Jugg [Chorus] And I'm just waiting on my last day of living Said I'm just waiting on my last day of life [Verse] And I appreciate the efforts given Between my time apart Recorded losses Forever structure the rhyming While time is passing him by and now I wonder if they conscious now Cause we was underground By now we're far from the ground My spoken poetry written It's from the heart when I'm speaking Reflect on times we was seeking shelter For the rhymes that we write My introduction was power powder As I bomb through the night And I'm just chillin on my lonely Nine to fives for the rights My independence has greater meaning When I flow through the seasons And you the half time show A bunch of chatter with no meaning I'm better And regardless of the weather I'm never rusty dawg But you so thirty for the fame It's such a shame my nigga But I'm just talking yo I'll be right back And you keep shooting for them clouds You know I got your back And we gon' laugh about it Damn, I miss my niggas But we gon' laugh about it Damn, I miss my niggas [Chorus] And I'm just waiting on my last day of living Said I'm just waiting on my last day of life
Introduction: "Because for so long we were living in these neighborhoods boxed in, and those neighborhoods were our world. You know, our little world was all we knew. We didn't know anything outside of that world. So to look and see people who look like you achieving great things, it's like 'oh, there is more for me' you know? It improves self esteem.It approves upon self worth." - Sean "Jay Z" Carter [Chorus] We was runnin' My youth and adolescence My youth and adolescence My youth and adolescence [Verse One] In eight-nine I was born My twin brodie my roadie My mama-dearest was solo My father figure-ish living like He aint planned to be sober So Riverside in the nineties Perris town to be true In ninety-one, ninety-two In ninety-three, ninety-four By ninety-five I was conscious In ninety-six we was hoping That Rodney King wasn't rockin' My Raider Nation was livin' In politics we had Clinton Cali niggas was Crippin' And Makeveli was found a victim Of his own decisions Word up we hit the pay stubs We was posted up independent My momma was working two jobs We was proud to be fitted Smiling for what it was worth and In ninety-seven my nigga By ninety-eight we was bigger In ninety-nine we had fell in love With the glamour of triggers And gangsta violence and fuckin' bitches Couldn't comprehend it A new millennium had hit the scene We was laughin' at Bush See I was just a little shorty When them Twin Towers took I seen em runnin' [Chorus] They was runnin' My youth and adolescence My youth and adolescence My youth and adolescence [Verse Two] My momma took my pops to court Two-thousand and two You see around the same time I had got kicked out of school You see around the same time I was becoming a man And I started to visualize How much my pops had never loved me Two-thousand and three My first time in the streets Continuation was segregated But respect to the beef Me and my brodie divided That separation was weak Cause public school without your nigga Survival is bleak Two-thousand-four reconnected The same year we was stressin' A couple deaths in my family Like R.I.P. to my family I was trippin back in o-five Taking chances illegally P.T.F. was what I repped A party crew with gang affiliations My nigga Who repped the West for the Threat My Spanish teacher had introduced me To that Wu-Tang flex So what's the word, what's the word I was taking offerings Two-thousand and six I had a Black Goddess on my wrist Believe that Two-thousand and seven R.I.P. to my brethren The curse of Perris High Two days before our graduation It had me thinking like My nigga I aint dying without a purpose Too many homies is locked up I can't die up in this city I was runnin' Closing Statements: "You know, because a lot of choices are made from the position of 'my life isn't worth much, and this sort of living is not much. So if I risk my life, what am I really missin'? But if you know how valuable human life is, you'll have more respect for yours and others." - Sean "Jay Z" Carter
Fast Food 02:12
Introduction: "But generally, you think what you hear on the radio is terrible?" - Larry King "I think basically, it's product. And the reason why it's being manufactured is basically just to make money, and it seem to me, to have very little to do with the basic reasons for making music in the first place" - Frank Zappa [Bridge] My dollar bill drippin' Grooving to the feelin' Goddamnit baby This is what we missin' And I can give it to you Put it on my face I can give it to you Any time of day Any kind of way [Chorus] Driving too fast on the road Westside Cali on the go Southside Cali where I roam P-Town nigga, so you know [Verse] Ayo two toned livin' My skin tone immaculate I can make changes I can demand the battleship Live long Live long and live prosperous I came to boogie Don't think that aint an option Cause what I look like Trying to sell white With all this talent dawg I'm just too nice You're just too basic I am too Christ You resemble Judas Selling out your rights I can take you back to when we fell on tracks We played that wax and found our sound Cause what goes around comes around What goes around comes around In the mist of darkness Nigga I found heart I am the spark to lighten up your sound Cause what goes around comes around What goes around comes around [Chorus] Driving too fast on the road Westside Cali on the go Southside Cali where I roam P-Town nigga, so you know
Vices 03:35
Introduction: Uh, yea yea yea yea Uh, yea yea yea yea Uh, yea yea yea yea Uh, listen [Verse One] Looking back at the chapters Lounging off at the beach Summertime around the corner Cali weather under palm trees Do the most just to live it up You do the most, you do the most I be in the cut of my imagination Far away up in the outer spaces Turning up until the Devil coming I'm a sinner baby Never one for running Vibe with me That pussy good And I got the wood to keep the flood going Praise the Lord Another year Still independent after all the tears Money coming like the son of God Always working harder for the bigger picture Living the life that I've chosen Meditation in the forest The possibility of possibilities Running to me, my responsibilities This is me And my legacy is my accomplishments Try to shit on that A lack of common sense My confidence is unbreakable [Chorus] Now we was counting on em Begging for some help To get up out the waters Hoping for a break I've been so... I've been so... I've been so mothafuckin nice I need a... I need a... I need a mothafuckin vice (2x) [Verse Two] Looking back at the chapters Dosing in and out of my accommodations I'm older now Just lying down Surrounded by all of these faces Man, what a life So much pain to give a nigga Stuck up in the prison rack Did my dirty all up my lonely Was never no worry, I coming back Some of my closest homies didn't make it out Heart attack, some diabetic As an senior citizen I give them credit Every day is just another blessing Overdosing off the wave Truth be told, that shit was better for him We saw it coming But what is a man When silence is all that he's asking from you My ride or die until I cheated on you My Juliet, you took away the stars And never gave them back I cried for that, but after that I never shed a tear til my momma died My brother too, he was such a fool Dawg I'm missing you I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Yea, real soon [Bridge] And I probably should of fucked that bitch And I probably should of made pop hits And I probably should of... Spent less time up in these streets, man I probably should of manned up And squashed that beef
Self Love 03:28
Introduction: Ayo press play on the stereo please, press play. There we go. Ima need all of yall back on the dance floor for this one, or your living room. Maybe some of yall are getting down in the parking lot, bumping this in your stereo. Wherever you are, grab somebody next to you, and groove with me. Aight? Coo. [Verse One] Hold up, hold that pose Sunset drippin I just want you to know Feel the vibe Groove to the baseline We aint been the same Since we first got high Now slide with me Just slide with me Everything about to be alright (Wait a minute) Now slide with me Just slide with me Everything about to be alright (Sho'nuff) You aint been around here in a minute You was running from the war We was in it Word is bond I'm here to take yall places And teach yall to love yourselves All my independent women where you at? Where you going with your fine ass Bring that back My apologies I came to rock your policies And maybe smoke a blunt in the back [Chorus] Ayo P-Town killah where you at? Riverside Riverside We run the map Say that one time Speak your truth Love yourself And we'll be coo Self love baby [Verse Two] You know I came to talk my shit (Wait a minute) I done waited long enough This year I'm bout to get it Recharged I've been living The cost I've been spent it The most talented You joked but I meant it Hold up, hold that pose Leave the drama at the door I just want you to know Riverside when we slide Dawg, kill your vibe Cause you aint been the same Since we both got high Now ride with me Just ride with me Everything about to be alright (Wait a minute) Now ride with me Just ride with me Everything about to be alright (Sho'nuff) You aint been around here in a minute You was running from the war We was in it Word is bond I came to take yall places And teach yall to love yourselves (That's the basics) All my independent niggas where you at? Middle finger to the sky Fuck the world if you can And my apologies I came to rock yall policies And teach yall to feed your fam
Iscariot 03:17
Introduction: You know I had to talk my shit. Yo, the Threat up in this. Aint nothing new, nigga. The general VII, black psycho back up in this bitch. Iscariot. [Verse One] Let me set the record straight For all these folks who be hatin' I aint a pop star, singing nigga That you'd be safe with debating I war with the faithless You rappers remain the talk of the tasteless I run laps around you sucka You better believe it I said it, I did it, I meant it What was good for the crew And oh you really think you hot huh? This records for you, no competition My metaphors running laps around your settlement I'm a mix of Brownsville Ka, Big Duke, and Billie Holiday Jupiter runneth over I rap from Coast to Coast And boast for petty knock offs And rentals you post You want that real? Well I'm hear to give it to you They've been chillin for these last few years I spit that voodoo Who said I sound like Joey Badass Or a wannabe Hopsin? I bet your uncles buy your alcohol Too young for this Hip Hop shit, huh? Invoke my wannabe competition on the daily I've never hid behind no crew Handle my beefs in the booth However you want it Niggas swear they're Meech over a dub sack I'm not a fan of the auto-tune All that singing is wack Ayo I'm fact checkin, the venomous Return of the villainous Generational lyricist Leviticus written through my penmanship The black-god Caesar, I'm walking on trees Salute the King I'm like the Maccabees Running off with the cream An invitation to the throw-down To all you emcees, to any crew Fuck being humble, just do what you do You said you do it for the culture And not the fame my dude? Then why you braggin on the mic About these YouTube views You're not an emcee Battle with me I'm up in that ass delicious Put an end to all that tough talk Have you singing to these bitches [Chorus] I want a banger in the front For all my niggas who dump Riverside, Riverside Hold it down where you're from (6x)
Only Human 01:19
Introduction: "Brilliant. Arresting. Extravagant." - Unknown [Verse One] Word, my style is more immaculate Educated notes upon these verses I'm quoting Provoke your scripture Meditate with creatures of the seas I'm finding beauty in the beast Throughout the wicked deeds My understanding is, take what you can And give to your peoples Don't get caught up in the dramas Of living like movie sequels If you have a partner in crime Just take a look at the times Try to shower that person with love And cherish the kind, they're only human [Chorus] Words of wisdom They're only human I'm only human They're only human I'm only human
Staccato 04:02
Introduction: Word, word, word. Peace to all things positive, yea. [Verse One] A silhouette reflects that cigarette smoke It's been a minute since that needle and poke That dirty dollars for the coke-lining, a filthy habit That Vincent Gallo, she just wanna be in love with a star And a believer on a Sunday Her favorite rapper sings to her Cashing out on all of her insecurities During puberty, huh? But live and learn I guess regrets for the birds She's finding comfort in that money Tricking herself to the world An Alcoholic on the regular Whatever would take the pain away And brighter days seem non-existent But her religion got her feelin' different In her eyes, this is part of a bigger plan That God devised, she's down to testify I get it, sweetheart I tried to tell you, He turned his back on you And after all this time You still aint seen that ugly truth, huh? She looked at me and said "Nobody is perfect" They found her body in the riverbed She was reaching out to God's hand, staccato [Chorus] We gon' be aight Just send a prayer to God, man I give it all to him Put it all in God's hand (4x) [Verse Two] At twenty-two, with a 32 in the booth See when it came to making raps Nigga, this dude was the truth Nothing but talent Had a couple homies around him Who had invested in him Studios, music videos, and instrumentals Poverty stricken So loyalty in exchange for the service Keep your dick up in your pants And all this hard work gon' be worth it I swear, a fumble up Another mouth at the table And he was just about to pop off I wonder what made him A Devilish angel Thinking back on it It probably was a convo, he said that "God got me bro, regardless of my situation" A couple years now, and he still aint popped I see his shorty sporting another baby bump On the block, my nigga That baby money could be feeding your niggas And all that mothafuckin weed you smoke Aint feeding no niggas, you wildlin' He looked at me and said This part of God's plan Everything gon' be aight bro I put it all in God's hand, staccato [Chorus] (4x) [Verse Three] So, word up. I got a message from reality This world could be an ugly place With loopholes and fallacies You want the real? No sugarcoat when I'm speaking And all you niggas waiting on God I hope you find your peace We battle human trafficking And little kids molested A multi-billion dollar Prison system segregated A neo-nazi president And Whites who claim Confederate And that's only in America This world is much deadlier So put my faith in who? I can't see the vision My nigga's mom just died In front of her grand-kids last evening And the block is getting locked up Police is getting shot up The rich is getting richer Middle-class is in the past my nigga So don't be asking about my faith in this shit There aint no god up in the sky, yo We living in Purgatory, bitch And you the only one to blame For your situation, so understand Not everything we see Was left in God's hand, staccato [Chorus] (4x)
[Verse One: Papa J. Ruiz] My brother's keeper Mountain side where the shit gets steeper Fever heater loaded by the reaper Makes shit deeper Hold my brother's down That's a fact I love killa Twon, Joog, Poe, and Mac Vern De Niro doing ninety on the dash For the cash, we aint talked in a minute Still got love for you Sic Answer them calls from my momma Need to work on that shit This for A-Vance, hustlas like Seth Doing their seven year stink Dirty bank rolls in Du Jour In them dirty whips With them Franklin gloves and shit Shout outs to Chris Boy I got yall like Big had Cease Snoop and Daz, Fif had Banks How Dre had Em These my brothers, boy Not my friends There's some people That don't feel me no more But what's real to me more My vision's independent Money grossing, in mind decisions Corporate crumbles to my humble stumbles I wasn't raised by my cousins or my uncles Moms and pops was working and I felt worthless And "3" told me otherwise Mark my words, baby Fuck em on the other side They could never take us out Cause we live in each other Until the end, we gon' always be brothers [My brother's keeper] 3x [Verse Two: EmptySev] I never meant to be nobody's keeper Keep my tongue to myself like a Jay Elect feature It all changed when them bro-heads looked weaker We ain't the same but I'd rather not speak it None the less man, my brothers is with me I never asked, but I keep them they keep me From gangbangers to the compàs Con la Banda they greet me The same way I expect to be buried There ain't no way my request would shock any My boy Felix don't you think that we Forgot you out here Everytime I lift Coronas I look to you for the cheers But the fuckin THREAT we trust And see no fear No love dies over the years Til' my white tees red with tears, Sonny [My brother's keeper] 4x [Verse Three: Dev Twon] It aint no question if I'm my brother's keeper Go to war for my brother Go to war with the reaper Went from finessing students To finessing the teachers You my witness dawg, if no one believe us You my dawg, we aint leaving no witness With my dawgs, we don't need no one with us Hope my dawgs never beef over bitches Til we on, we gon' hustle and get it Fall down, hustle and get it Cause my momma aint raise no quitters Wipe the tears out three eyes So the visions' more clearer Pain still running deep But the loyalties deeper Grind Wisdom and Power My nigga I'm still a gwap getter Praying that Niz and Papa J. will finally Work out their difference Aint it ironic how a small picture Could stop the big picture Knowing we can big by ourselves But together much bigger We was sent to deliver Signed sealed and delivered With every step Calculated in an organized system Cause I'm my brother's keeper [My brother's keeper] 3x [Verse Four: VON POE VII] And from the start of it all I repped the Threat with a cause Standing by reputation Like what's your purpose and flaws Do you believe in a god Even when times is poppin' And will you hold me down forever If the love was ever lost in These difficult times Calling for these difficult crimes Plottin' with niggas is vicious Just keep your eyes on your riches dawgy And stand by your peoples See us and them, we not equal We know that money is power But money aint worth my peoples See we was rockin' thirty deep Back in that twenty-one-two They say when that money comes around That's the end of your crew I watched these women act like bitches When they should have stayed true And all that tough talk turn snitching When the cameras hit you You lost your day ones While me and my people Remain and stay strong, we A-1 The bond that we building Forever lives on Couldn't top that That's why you aint welcomed Up in your projects Never side stepping the issue That's word to the Threat I'm out in South Central with Traffic Just cruising on em Cruising Hoover with my cousin Stro You know how that go Most of my family be Crippin' That's why I'm singing the blues But they my niggas forever And that's forever my dude My momma dearest, I love you My cousin Kel, what's the word? My nigga Kenny, what's poppin? My twin brodie, what's good? Nigga we came from the bottom So aint no stoppin' us now I'm Perris town to the death Riverside hold me down I want a Kawasaki flooded with melanin All black skeleton, my Panther Party And triple sevens on my DL I speak well, you reap Hell For that life that you living And I'm the Holy Manifested truth for all of my brethren I walk on water to save you Give you my flesh and my blood I'll wash the feet of a prostitute And forgive her her wrongs I'll cut the ear off your enemy Just for doing you harm Immortalize you in death Whenever playing this song nigga [My brother's keeper] 3x
The Hype 02:45
Introduction: "Okay, wait. I know my music is kind of, the 'what I love to do' music, it's not, it doesn't really appeal to the masses. You know, like 'let me go and make a jam that's more sounding like the sound of the time. So I can be popular and go on tour, and make that money.' I never didn't need that, you know. I'm good. All I care about is can I eat, and do I have a house. You know, can I live." - Brownsville Ka [Verse One] They say time keeps passing him by Just let him leave it A student of the arts Never really for politicing Too many rappers in the game He aint competing with you He'd rather meditate with god And write a small haku Philosophical, educated more better than you And none of this is real Is how he feels in the booth Quite effectively, loyalty That's reserved for a few, yea yea It's a fact he aint impressed by you dudes If money was power, the heartless Beretta Niggas sell their souls for diamonds and bitches The culture now reflects the monologue And memories passing You just follow the fashion He's more of a trend setter Of things you couldn't imagine I know you're searching for the fame What's really goodie my dude Don't get caught up in the hype Trying to impress these dudes Streets disciple Poe is like the reaper of grievances The pain up in his heart Is like the whitest of evil men Remanence of better days and passing Respect the G.O.D. My flow is a vaccine To all of the cancer in the industry Word, I'll bomb first That Makevelious feel nigga And all you do is rap a lot With no other skills I beg your pardon for really Yall like Milli Vanilli dawg I'm more like Michael Jackson 82 when it was Thriller It don't get no realer See I just had to remind you Speaking my name Three timing like Candyman And I'ma find you [Chorus] It's the hype Baby let me live my life I'm just trying to live my life Yea nigga, it's the hype Baby let me live my life I'm just trying to live my life (2x)
[Verse One: The Homie Dreebo] I see me in a lot of you niggas So I gotta tell you the truth I can't lie to you niggas I used to really want to get it Split this pie with you niggas But now I'm on some other shit I'm finna body you niggas Who's really sick with the flow Who's really gettin' the doe Cause I'm so focused on this paper I can't see you know me Man I'm soaring to the top You niggas still on the floor I asked some people bout your music Shit, they didn't know They sing along to my tracks Like its Frozen Cause the flow frozen Bitch you know I goes in This is just a message for them posers (just a message for them posers) This is just a message for them niggas Hanging on to my shoulders (hanging on to my shoulders) All this weight I'm carrying Is bringing me down All this weight I'm carrying Is bringing me down [Chorus] Life Change People Change (4x) Forgive me I can't carry all you niggas, man [Verse Two: Hus Kingpin] What's a dream to a nightcrawler? What's waterboarding to a Wave Lordsman? In a minute I'm waving off this my niggas. I only came for the goal And my shooter Von Poe I've been living this wave close to a decade A square garden in me Niggas rappin radical ideology Pimp please, you stressed over hoes She cold, I fucked that bitch in a snowball Close calls kept my wave large She pray to a nigga, I'm a god Wavo, bullets with pesos I wrote the coke Bible It's the Wave Ghost Love me or leave me alone It's Wavo Stallone Pistol in my hamate bone Let alone niggas is Wave clones DigitAL Capone What planet you landing on? It's Wavo [Verse Three: VON POE VII] Philosophical gangsta Word to the meek While ya'll chillin on your comfy I was roaming these streets While ya'll was selfish With your living I was generous giving Given then was dividends That could of made us millions A few of us turned killah R.I.P. to the foes Get your spirit right with god Before you step to the lord God willing, this horror story Is something we finish Riverside, Riverside It's P-Town in the building A check for every country in the continent European scholarships An African shorty for my accomplishments Let alone pretty toes for my daily scrolls Paint the picture You niggas acting in your videos killah Bullshit aside, we learned the difference From bandannas, and Chuck Taylors To hoppin' fences From house parties and gangbangin' To fuckin' bitches Spray cans to politicing And racial tension Tried to undermine the struggle And got lost in the hustle That should of been a flip You too old for this shit Word is bond Recognize the truth I'm speaking I bang through speakers I spit words, I could go deeper Quoth The Raven, nevermore I rip through vocal chords Von Scorsese or Poe Pesci And we ain't shooting videos We shootin' movies Ya'll niggas should of used me Now you lookin' basic as fuck I tell em [Chorus] (4x) [Verse Four: Sleep Sinatra] It's like they try to clip your wings When you rising Yet I see the horizon All the snakes and lies and weak ties They feel you need to get your proper shine So I'm out for mine Flow charge you up Like it's alkaline Gotta keep peddling the ink Til I found a shine Even when I pass Know the music's still bound in time Nothing ever lasts But these moments always sound define Shoot it from the heart Like the symbol of a Valentine Tryin' to find peace like Palestine Balanced I'm callus to the cold world Whoever wanna doubt my mind I pick battles with self So I could vouch the grind Seen the shadows of Hell Chills ran down my spine I gotta do it for the ones Who aint around in life I'll let the pain spill Knowing it could drown the mic That's what my brain is like I'm trying to elevate my dawgs Forgive me, I aint stoppin' How I build for none of ya'll [Chorus] (4x)
Introduction: I appreciate you letting us up in here (Ya'll can come up in here and do what you gotta do) No doubt (You know what I'm sayin?) (But on some last minute shit, ya'll need to record what ya'll need to record. And then ya'll gotta get the fuck up outta my shit) Word, I feel you... (I aint trying to deal with ya'll niggas all day) Word, I hear you my nigga. I hear you. [Verse One] I've been living on the road I've been hiding at the shows I've been chillin on my lonely homie I've been directing these videos I've been living for a higher purpose On the daily my nigga, what's poppin' But you aint been around for years, homie You ain't been around for years, huh? I've been flyin' on a plane I've been swerving in my lane Just to prove it to you I could do it to you Me and you we not the same You just do it for the gram, huh? You don't do it for the fans, huh? I never needed your validation I never needed accommodations From the start we gon' start it off from the bottom If you looking for problems You know Ima solve em You be the type Barking on the net When knowing you don't want a problem I be the type Flexing all up in your face If your girl is around Just to make a statement We've been waiting on a revelation We've been waiting on the revelation We've been plottin on a revolution In a Honda Civic, to the White House When we poppin' out with our fist high Show these mothafuckas that we're unified You the jealous type And when I see you cousin I'ma holla at you when I need you And if I need a friend, if I need a friend I sure as hell don't wanna be you [Chorus] Sunshine, Sunshine All this love is floating into space Sunshine, Sunshine And where I've been You can't relate Sunshine, Sunshine I'm happy nigga That's the honest truth Sunshine, Sunshine I wish the best From me to you
Introduction: "Well I know this, and anyone who's tried to live knows this. That what you say about somebody else, you know, anybody else, reveals you. What I think of you as being, is dictated by my own necessities. My own psychology, my own fears, and desires. I'm not describing you when I talk about you, I'm describing me" - James Baldwin [Verse One] Been five years in the making I'm steady pacing Looking back on what it was And how that money Had you faking it, huh? So what is real love When that circle that you lovin' on Neglects to unify, or utilize The words they're standing on Was finding purpose in self But you couldn't see it Yo, it's funny when the tables turns And you become defeated, listen Lessons learned, bridges burned But I aint trippin' They asked me why I fell back And I just had to peep it We was falling apart Another shot in the dark And I was sitting there confused Because I worked from the heart I give a fuck about your fan bases Or how you're feelin' When you mention Organized Threat You gotta mention who built this The roster Like back when we had did it for the love Before the money had got involved Before you showed me what your colors was I found comfort in beefin' For what it really was A chance for me to understand That my talents weren't for everyone And every now and then I'll send a blessing I wanna see you niggas winning regardless I see the paper trail, the money you spending The fancy cars and the women I see you signing off your rights For those who fight To keep them shackles on you You funny style Cause I truly cherish the laughter You and me is like the difference Of slave niggas, and masters 2012 was when it popped off Niggas was in their feelings now But I spoke about that shit on "Mercy" Four years after a gang of losses Who would of thought That I'd be standing here today With no regrets I know it's hard to picture My legacy is more like Shady and Hov Cause yea, it's taken me some time But I'm the boss on this boat I'm the owner of masters The head chef when I'm cookin' The visionarious visionary The future is lookin' Quite immaculate I dabble with questions About my past and shit We go in the past and shit I'm stayin' true to my roots Hollywood Hollywood Ya'll can keep that image My fanbase respects the politics Intelligent living So let me break it down specifically You niggas will never get to me I'm not a rapper More like God with a mic And let's be honest Them niggas never left no Threat They got addicted to the hype I kicked them out of the set That for the record Cause I aint the type To be faking a friendship Or touring around the world With folks I dissed on a record From the jump I kept it A-1 We was taking it over How the fuck you hate on Poe When he's the one who took you over No apologies I came from a single mother statistic And my intuition was telling me Not to trust these niggas Too many enemies Reflecting on memories of friendemies Like I aint taught ya'll better Like I aint built for the weather Like I aint stood against the storm When we was broke without a joke I tried to keep the team together But the team lost hope When they was chillin' With my enemies Knowing that we was beefin' On some Drake and Nicki shit See I was Meek Mill Taking note of it all I hope you're happy in your situations No home invasions 187s and pleas to the judge, my niggas When it's all said and done I prefer the purpose I'm a legend in my own rights Beneath the surface You made a living off of lunch meal tickets Robbing your fanbase Underage stans who give a damn About your fabrications Another superstar the world embraces And I find closure in my heart Just knowing I aint basic, listen Another superstar the world embraces And I find closure in my heart When any one of ya'll make it, nigga No apologies.


THE HYPE is a collection of several songs written during the first half of 2017. A continued extension, and the second installment of the TPOLAW trilogy. I spent a good amount of time on this entire series, and I'm really happy to have stayed dedicated to it until its completion. This project means a whole lot to me, and brings full circle a chapter of my life I needed to get over. My music has always been personal, but finding closure in the down moments in life, makes the music and the art all the more worth it. I won't ramble off too long, I'll end by simply saying this; I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, and I hope this entire trilogy can help you with whatever it is you are going through in life. Long Live The Villain.

I want to also take this time to thank a few folks for coming through on this project for me, some super last minute haha. First and foremost, my brodie Papa J. Ruiz, never a question or doubt. Always coming through when asked without question. My brodie Joogy, thank you for lacing that intro, you set the tone to this entire project. My brodie Dev Twon, thank you bro. You spoke from the heart, and it's rare and appreciated. You don't usually rap, but you came through for me, so thank you. My brodie EmptySev, it meant the world getting you back on the mic. You FAMILY forever ugly, I mean that. To my brodie Sleep Sinatra, we have almost 15yrs of friendship behind us. For us to still be buildin, we unbreakable my nigga. To The Homie Dreebo, you a solid man bro, and I see us buildin a lot moving forward! TO MY WINNERS FAMILIA Hus Kingpin aka Lord Wavy, and Lyric Jones, this my first project with y'all on it. You two did justice to my sounds. You already know what it is moving forward. Word is bond!


released June 11, 2017


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Film the timeless, and record my poetry. A man of few words.

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