The Circumstance Verse 1: (Childhood/Highschool) This the story of a nigga trynna, focus, plan, was the oldest in his clan Father left when younger, so momma raisin a man Grindin hard, ain no sleep, so her children could eat This nigga grew accustomed, to payless shoes on his feet Still he meek, but aspire to be somethin unique So his momma ain gon struggle, ensurin her ends meet Plus he got two lil sisters, of whom he keep wallet pictures Like cards of pocket scriptures, the mixture like an elixir Fuel his drive, aggression, picked up early life teach u lessons stress, work for progression, manifests, itself inception Recollections affectin, his paradigms, his subjections Truly an introspection, as he search for life direction Contemplate the Smith and Wesson, Ruger, Mac 11 He grew up bein taught, live righteous, you'll go to heaven Soon enough, he grow older, learn to bear it on his shoulders Somethin heavy like boulders, life juss the game, he the controller More over, he observe a, world thats gettin colder while he up in high school, kickin it with his niggas and rollers shorties, boppers, goers, but he keep grindin like he makin morning cups of foldgers, it keep him goin like rovers but he a soldier, face pressure, maintain composure excessively never sober, cause stressin make him feel poorer so the marijuana odor, strong with him like he yoda but at times he still be spazzin, fizzin like shaken soda Chorus x2: This just the circumstance, Trynna make a come up Hope the world give a glance, Even the slightest chance Cause a nigga got dreams, Stressin out over dollars Know he all about cream, (Get it) by any means Verse 2: (College) At last he graduated, fortunately college bound Only one problem, he need loans to help him settle down and by now, his fam is outta state, he on his own adaptin to college life, lookin for girls to bone but still his mental prone to zone and think of shit at home which lead him back to thinkin, what happen if he start packin chrome? try to stay focused, up on his education but the fact that he half asian, attract, female caucasians blazin, amazin, chronic and kush he slangin (He) bangin, out papers for finals, trynna get As and ways of criminal life done changed him, better or worse, lookin in a rear view mirror, constantly feelin cursed in too deep to reverse, without affectin his nerves so he juss live a double life, (and) juggle that which come first the thirst to fuckin succeed, cause he the last of his breed and heed the need to feed his future, and provide for his seed but he doin the best he can got like 8 or so connects, all with loud, out maryland the cloud, terrapin, zooted up in his class taking criminology, though technology was his craft cause he doin the best he can got his fam he thinkin bout when manuevers he make and plan, like shooters who scope they man, fixated his sights locked gunnin for the top spot, occasionally gettin bop Chorus x2: This just the circumstance, Trynna make a come up Hope the world give a glance, Even the slightest chance Cause a nigga got dreams, Stressin out over dollars Know he all about cream, (Get it) by any means Verse 3: (Post-College) His college years come to a close, he weigh the pros knows, he subsequently made a come up, hope it shows regardless, his momma glow, beam a smile ear to ear lucked out, he got a job, up in that corporate life sphere but he had to quit that hustlin life, now its slavin that nine to five payin bills that arrive, tell me, can he survive? (Off) 10% of his check? the rest is goin to sallie mae them bitches got him in debt but what the fuck u expect The system seemed opportunistic, it weed out the misfits now he realize its really juss for those that have big chips a quick fix, entail wig splits, crack sales, thru black males pushin that product, on the block even past 12 residuals, he'd stack well, pack a hammer, hell he'd blast, at mufuckas, shells, hollow tip, discreet grippin his wesson, fire like a sargent type elite who'd live and die by his heat but then he think about his life, what he worked, struggled, did, just to rise up, do it right trynna make his momma proud, be the man his father wasnt his character, his judgement, sole dependent upon the subject he try to stay above it, doin the right thing But consequences and circumstances push him to extremes Certain he'll fulfill his dreams, juss a matter of time This the audio chronicle of his journey thru my rhyme Listen, u gonna find, decisions affect his path he encounter situations, that similarly conrast in this story of a nigga, whose future he trynna craft there's an alter ego eager to get him there much more fast The Circumstance The Circumstance

Verse 1: Wake up, get ready Another day, another dollar, opportunity great and so the, saga begins journey thru a mindstate, see, cause his defined trait , to date, make him equate questions of which relate to pressures of meeting fate with whether he could control, (and) craft a future that create the type of life for his fam he always dreamed success (could) make he get up out of bed, yawn, stretch, scratch his head hit the ground for a couple sets of push ups, make his bed hop up in the shower at the early 7th hr freshen his bio matter listening to that morning chatter he exit shortly after splash some water on his face dress and depart to find some breakfast in his kitchen space visions written in a place he find grace he sip his coffee paced braced, to face the morning rush race by metro transit, haste hurryin his steps, as he packin his bag determination settin in, as he dip in a flash Chorus(x2): ...Its just another day... ...Its just another day... Verse 2: Head to the metro station Another day, another dollar, opportunity great this nigga hop up in his whip, bout a quarter to 8 juss bout a second it take he press the clutch & hold the break then he, shift into first and mash the gas before he late feelin brash, the nigga skate, lookin down at his dash pushin 65 in 50 as vehicles he flyin past drivin fast, drop it into sixth playin some illmatic nas he drift, but pause cause this stupid fuckin dodge buck a u, then stop because, they ain wanna go right (so) now they holdin traffic up, trynna go thru the light musta been smokin the pipe the world is yours, got him hyped so he manuver like masked shooters, in the heart of the night insight, to what he feel, for real like cold steel drill, kill, for a meal, as he peel off, and turn his wheel chill, he gotta creep, comin up on franklin park cause there them pg county feds out at morning, juss like its dark Chorus(x2): ...Its just another day... ...Its just another day... Verse 3: Park at the station, and hop the train Another day, another dollar, opportunity great he finally see the metro lot drive himself through the gate bout halfway full, almost late he finally spot a spot to take shift his whip into reverse, reverse, and park then pull the brake, great so now he walkin in the zone got his skull candy blastin from memory on his phone (feel) like centuries, mental roams, unquestionable unknowns unshown, but on his mind he find the time to think of home, grown and makin his momma proud found a future to manuever without the ye or the loud still his head in the clouds, he shoulder his burden, how? determination and trial as the, track switch, bilal, now he utter a cough, so he clear his chest say wassup, to them newspaper niggas wearin them vests finally enters station, swipes his smart trip informaton up the platform he skatin opportunity is waitin (..cause its...) Bridge: Che Adams Chorus (till end): ...Its just another day... ...Its just another day...

Verse 1: Wake up, great ready Another day, another dollar, opportunity great, and so the, saga begins journey thru a mind state see cause his defined trait, out weight, the greater good and should, be understood, (cause) it could come across as hood like an alternate dimension, an alternate persona his future full of melancoly drama, word to momma but he on another level, determination thrive he quit his job the day before cause struggles reached a high but he formulate a plan, (that) surely involve his mans fallin back to hustlin grams, (and) product from distant lands stackin grands from uncle sam, write(s) in fonts like serif sans traces would never link the sources back towards his hands, he get up outta bed, yawn, stretch, scratch his head, (then) hop up in the shower, pop in some tower of power, at the early seventh hour, the break of fuckin dawn he tried to steer himself from down this path, because his moms but his life had took a toll, with struggle a common foe so troubles follow and go, though he humbled in his soul his heart had turned to stone something like evil clones troubled, down to the bone and got himself a lil chrome he dial his man by phone to set it up, a couple zones hold the shit down his own by any means, be how he known [Phone convo w/ his mans] [His mans] Whats good nigga, got ur text that I read, I put ur order in for loud and that brick like u said [Kid] Aye thats a bet, good lookin nigga. im bout to head up outside [His Mans] Hold that thought, aye matterfact, lemme hit u back in 5 Chorus x2: See the crime and politics Corruption crossin lines sparkin hammers or a spliff peep the cameras on ur six niggas faded off the liq but the strong survive cause niggas crabs up in a barrell trynna make it alive Verse 2: Heads to metro station Ready to dip, he pack his bag, then slip on his pearl foams leave his home with intentions of coming back with his zones course, his chrome, grabs his phone, then he head to the whip his nigga hit him back, just as he buck a right and lit a spliff [Convo with his man] [Kid] Its bout that time nigga, Im FINALLY back up in the game That 9-5 shit was blowin me, (and) stressin my brain [His Mans] Well peep this pack u gon be lobbyin, str8 fresh off a plane and course the loud str8 from cali, word to rome, its insane [Kid] Thats picture perfect, see this work gon be urgent (cause) any fiend want rock, ill serve it hammer strapped for the serpents, react with miltant purpose vigilent villanous earnest, fulfillin civilian service with erry purchase double up, and expand what we surface [His Mans] The game we'll murk its, juss a matter of focus Covert in an emergence, territorial resurgence str8 up buryin Insurgents, conquer then divide call it the antidote, fiends cop the dope juss to survive [Kid] See my hopes is a high And struggles should pass me by cause in my bubble the trouble Double pumpin coke on the sly [His Mans] Juss keep the hammer by ur side, peripheral eyes wide No jive, better abide cause them streets breed homicide [Kid] Son u ain lie, cause life a bitch, And it dont matter how u dress her I even grabbed a lighter and them papers off my dresser [His Mans] yessir, good measure for the pressure, (and) if not, hard body em, like a wrestler for the scepter Chorus x2: See the crime and politics Corruption crossin lines sparkin hammers or a spliff peep the cameras on ur six niggas faded off the liq but the strong survive cause niggas crabs up in a barrell trynna make it alive Verse 3: Arrives at station, hops train So as he drive, preoccupied talkin game up on his phone he hang up, and then realize, he drove right past his fuckin turn so, of course he buck a U, holdin traffic up, he knew Horns blast, like right on queue, but he give fuck his vision skewed (and) so as he drive thru franklin park, pg county feds and narcs patrollin, scopin the blocks, for yungins pushin bud or rocks that or routine traffic stops, drivin slow, he tuck his glock eyes low, and bloodshot, up gainst the world like he pac drives into the metro lot, stashes paper in his socks parks and to the station, walks ready to thicken up his knots, this how his saga begins, pennin writtens he could drop, until he reach his destination via a metro stop Chorus x2: See the crime and politics Corruption crossin lines sparkin hammers or a spliff peep the cameras on ur six niggas faded off the liq but the strong survive cause niggas crabs up in a barrell trynna make it alive

The city's lights shining bright, but the reaper below (he) keep a runnin toll, meticulously logged in a scroll it put a hex on ur soul, my message stresses, hittin xs and os, chose, methods that leave em froze, like heron up in ur nose we relentless, yet composed automatic emphatic, deliberative dynamics, rhyme subliminal mechanics damage, literally balanced, criminal tactics manage succession at any challenge, ain no part of it unbalanced malice, fillin up the streets, stick up kids move discreet others do what they gotta do to eat, emcees droppin heat like a cycle, it all repeat, my cypher always unique like a sniper, my rifle sleek, ill lyrikill u in my sleep My city constantly in change, congas and bales gain, percussive upper handed range coupled with a native sound, particular to this town gentrifacation push the niggas out to hoods around so pg county, they bound, but still, within the tri state the system make em irrate, the, criminal mind state procedure feature high stakes, leakin thru pipe breaks up in tenements, price weight, to push a slice, and make some nice cake, be wise, jake, be watchin out on the night scape alive, wait, eyes faked like pupils dialate, and most, be higher than the crime rate bustin nines annihalate, survivin fate blaze a L and exhale, then contemplate what u inhaled like a letter u send up in the mail requestin county for bail the citys lights be sittin pretty, (but) really, juss go to show When u see the city lights, beware of that which below

Verse 1: Introduction to his work life Hops off the train, nothin but money on his brain, It's sunny, funny, thinkin bout slummy parts, from which he came (Them) bunnies rushin, bums, hunt and paroze, for loose change his music loudly obscures, focus true on his aim cause cash rule errything, from the block, to corporate schemes the things he seen, bring the means, back to paper, (and) cream (he) almost late it would seem, he show his badge, pass security, (the) usual thing, greets the receptionist, (and) course, she smile back with a beam He get to his desk, peep his agenda text, free, except 11.15 required client meeting, He need approval for the loot proposed to contract his stream, day in the life, consulting working, grinds on his project day by day, Dynamically prove he ain lethargic in any way no narcissistic array or attitude swing sway He stay, impressin Upper management to they dismay, he pray Hook x2: and he pray, and he pray Verse 2: Continued progress at work. Continued struggles adapting Never ever, is effort minimal, he pride himself on literal, critical visuals, and do the work others belittle, (sup)s'pose his message quintessential, like pencils tracin stencils hence the razor sharp credentials, his mental picture laced with zeros, (and) commas, dead presidents to represent he realistically see his adversary barely key out of the matrix, rips his fate up from the powers that be, cause all he wanna do is live his life enjoying it free But the illustrious, presumptious, circumstantial circumference cyclicalistic visits, from businesses, clockin digits, specifically downed by critic's, for hedonistical gimmicks, masked by governmental limits, that cover corrupted interests he a, slave to debt, Sallie Mae erry check Thinkin he did him good, goin to school, while they like "bet, another nigga in the system, compromising his living doin what he been told would maximize what he'd be spending", he pray Hook x2: and he pray, and he pray Verse 3: Realization, acceptance, grinding of his current circumstance Clocking his time like a circuit, continuous grind perfect distinctly don't mind working, if overtime pay certain residual stacks, they lack, cause the trap, student loans they ain all that, they sellin dreams but soul catch, he in a boat, that's cut throat, it's something like u standin on ur feet and the rug bolt no snug hope, like all that stand between ur dreams is a plush moat Hence why he analyze and decearn that he must toke but on the real, he feel he got skills to be much dope made rookie of the year, amongst his peers by some clutch votes evoke a presence felt beyond his years, like a blunt coach, who come stoked, and deliver game by the bunch loads P.Carroll on the west cost, the way that he munch foes Stay grindin while reminded of the times of his brunt lows he findin him a way that pay to stay outta harms nose juss trynna keep his faith, so he pray, cause the lord knows

[Hook x2] All in a hustlin niggas mind Trynna double up focused solely on ur grind Got that work, push for prime Long the way scoop some dimes Always watch your peripheral For niggas crossin lines Verse 1 - Arrival off the train meeting up with his folks Hops off the train, in the rain, meets his mans at the spot He pull his paper out his sock, unholster his glock Then double count what he brought, twistin a double oowop Bands up the gwap in a knot, ain no biggie, visions of pac against the world he fought, journey, his train of thought extra razor sharp major be the danger if anger should enter in his heart juss know his mental dark quick heavy metal spark, spawnish son of vader, a raider, spillin blood like it's the, art of a shark, predatorily stark, his mark, to embark and chart the territory parts, A surveyor slayer's start pacin cause of the narcs he park, and then enter the place he'd pay up with the gwap He then depart, product copped slide back to the spot manage to get back in without the sighting of a cop busy trynnna cook this rock, viles of powder stocked, bunches of loud abound, into them baggies, broken down, mounds [Hook x2] All in a hustlin niggas mind Trynna double up focused solely on ur grind Got that work, push for prime Long the way scoop some dimes Always watch your peripheral For niggas crossin lines Verse 2 (The General) - The Area/Market Verse 3 - The "Plan" Its simple tho, nuthin they doin minimal, he follow thru, recruitin a group embodyin sentinels Stupid loot off medicinal, thievin so pockets plentiful clock, weight, like his semi full, keen on mobbin, (it's) intregal, the thrill of it, feel he invincible, both in mind and physical, built his vibe on principle grindin like a participle, shine from pocket residuals, tuck nines for sparking imbeciles, defining his market against his foes tho first he plot out and list the pros, knows, his strategy pivitol on that no chillin, equivocal contact, a sinister criminal, midst, his killas, who'd x, a nigga, no contract Them niggas don't want that, with the strong clap, his hammer go blat blat, becomin a night cap, with the strike back, his empire be like that so say that they quite strapped, and they might crack open heads, like a pipe, stat, so nevertheless, no stress he blessed, and paid all of his loans, off a months best, his paper stacks Nice fat, future bright, catch, them at stadium slight smacked thick strippers with nice racks, One he'd pipe, fact open legs with no price tacked Time stay flyin, eyes focused on Zion clocking hours late, motto get rich, or, die tryin out the belly of the beast, cookin so fiends can feast breakin bad in these streets, a prodigy, purist feats anomaly surely eats, creepin with heat discreet pushin watchin for sneaks, cause see at the night, tragedy wreak savages prey on weak, as the strong survive but see the smart, they make come up in stride cause in his city, no hustlers mind is bonafide from politicians to killas, who know they born to ride trynna stack bills till they mills, before the other side, because the reaper be comin soon as them corners thrive protect ur neck or hide [Hook x2] All in a hustlin niggas mind Trynna double up focused solely on ur grind Got that work, push for prime Long the way scoop some dimes Always watch your peripheral For niggas crossin lines

The Meet/Attraction: Looks at his watch, its 10, he finished puttin all his overtime in, (so) he pack up, walks out lenfant, past the inn, the plaza lobby, (it's) dim, heads in the station, he use a fare machine (and) sees a shorty in green, mean, like somethin outta dream fuck the schemes, cuz goin smack, though he helped by the fact (that) shorty strugglin for change, he cant help it, he rap said, "how u doin, could I offer some help?" she responded, sayin, "nah, (thanks), im good by myself" he said "miss, I insist (trust,) my motives ain stealth" [im ginuinely trynna get to know u truly], he felt said, "ur beauty move me, felt it was my duty to help.. ..seein a damnsel in distress, like u ain usually dealt... ..in the cards I see in life," she abliged, (and) smiled twice sparkles in her eyes bright as the stars up in the skies they walk on by, gettin to know each other, thru conversation, no stutter, he end up baggin some rubbers nah, he dont love her, but a feeling there last the morning after cast, (cause) he ain leave her in a flash they smoked a blunt of some hash, well, she hit it twice, and passed her impecable ass smashed, it hypnotized her fast (And) so some weeks done passed, found she a freak with class, but more importantly, she think and bout residual cash, drama minimally lasts, (and) she uniquely surpass vastly fathomed, (or) tangible women he'd seen in the past, present, or future, (the) math (of) his equation she blasts/ was raised religious, so he know thru God, was fate they'd crossed paths ...and tho its cliche, he sat her down one day juss to say.... Hook: He said "Aye girl look..." [God] "...Made a miracle when he..." [Made You] He said "Aye girl look..." [God] "...Made a miracle when he..." [Made You] He said "Aye girl look.." [God] "...Made a miracle when he..." [Made You] He said "Aye love look.." [God] "...I need that, I need that..." [Made You] The Bliss: So as the minutes and weeks, turn to hrs and months He growin fond of shorty, not juss cause the figure she flaunts nor the scent that she wear, her beautiful, natural hair, no need for make up, its rare, (indeed) the traits he want there and the same, feelin she share, mrs. a vivrant thing She make him wanna start a tribe, a ring, he analyzed the scheme(s), a prize, he deem, a queen, fit to match a king He be thinkin when strokin, pokin from the back, and she scream this round the time he think he fallin in love know its for suckas, but its tough cause shorty pure as a dove fell out the heavens, above, trynna think of reasons for easin out (be)fore he get snubbed, cause in his past learned enough (its) like a riddle, he trynna figure the symbol(s), fiddles a little hopin to reveal part of the middle, but his shorty doin all of the right things, she, even inspire him to resume his writing, a former mic fiend, had advanced focus, harbored prototypical skills, (that) most who lack purchase a barely scratched surface, he used to get nervous thought it a disservice, till he showed her one his verses seen the look in her eyes, she said, "dont call quits until u try Cause live, I get the vibe U could be the illest, no jive. and for real, all it take is heart" he followed that at open mic spittin a verse, here how it start: Live Show Verse: Step to a beast, u facin death or dishonor, I spit them rounds that pierce ur flesh, take ur breath, split armor, on the real, no persona Im somethin like a mad bomba with the fuckin pen, Lyrically clap, like a tech nine, mac 10 evoke zen when I choke off the smoke toked dope, erry line spoke, baggin my rhymes with coke, I triple coat, what I wrote, trynna be the G.O.A.T masked like a criminal loc, a hammer at ur throat cause they cant see me, nope, Dmv, my dark city, Spark like cigar phillys, far from a narc, in part check the art, in a cypher, spittin darts decipher this written fire, gettin higher peep the smarts I kick that, (what), knowedge of self, determination, chiefin on some kush and haze and sprinkled the hash we blazin im the afro centric asian, half black, half indo-asian rap subliminal persuasion, criminalistically amazin chasin liq with blood of satan, On occasion, when I slay him mayhem, when I be rockin the mic, I drop a nucleonic strike fly like mike to new heights, 11s fresh as I write, eclipse the game (from), out the middle of night I make it fit, dont give a fuck juss how tight, Long as my bars is cut right, injected to u thru ur audio pipe thru which I push, and give it all of my might hit out the park, fuck a strike, I hit my target on the mark in dark if within my sight, cause my aim somethin slight Best cock ur weaponry right, U heard the war report my nigga, so u know we got stripes, A young nigga, with a veterans soul Pennin venom, sent in the shells I unload, sent with a flow thats ice cold This episode, it don't bode well for enemy sprites Charicatures who mixin fantasy with that of real life My shit cut you deep as a knife, That razor sharp that end strife Death or dishonor, come upon ya, Like osama, good night

Hook: x2 (Its like u) Grind, full steam Give it all u got when in ur mind got dreams of lavish life things just know it dont matter how the mufucka seem cause one way or another it ain always what it seem Verse 1: Work continues, things changing for the better, promise of big things to come Still workin hard, hes evolved, on the day to day been movin up on the humble, he craftin him a way he manage just ok, trynna up his stacks hope his, manager ask, him to take up extra tasks cause no, pressure, no diamonds, he efficient with his timing better with a deadline, impress those who workin by him Work-loads, he fryin,recognition, no denying perserverance to zion be his mental state, no lyin life now binded to the client, corporate strategy science critical buisness emphasis, between those seen as nemisis still his focus never shifts, travellin down a road that he been told, he could mold as the chapter unfold Kept on his toes, but it shows, as trials he overthrows then come a promise, that he finally movin up like he sposed feelin like damn, this a long time comin, then smack an unforseen change slump him, push him back Hook: x2 (Its like u) Grind, full steam Give it all u got when in ur mind got dreams of lavish life things just know it dont matter how the mufucka seem cause one way or another it ain always what it seem Verse 2: Conditions change up, shakes future plans, causes concerns Just when he thought he had made it, his problems solved (he) thrown a curveball that hit him, (and) pin him back 'gainst the wall he called, into a meeting unsuspecting late one evening gradually leading to a bunch, of bull(shit), much deceiving, but he find, they goin through an acquisition and ain errybody part of the move, he juss listen see, in the room, its quiet, he (could) still sense the friction a bunch of technicians, future filled with doubt he leave that room, thinkin bout, potential droughts to his steady Cash flow, and (he) know, That sallie mae wont give a fuck, thats how they roll like for whom, the bell tolls, he juss trynna reach his glow, his shine, but now this news, done put his progress on rewind hope he fine, if not got thoughts, of going back to a life of crime jackin, totin a 9, but in his mind, just hope he fine/ contemplates crossin that line, dreamin for some better days (be)fore he grab a berretta for cheddar and start to spray Hook: x2 (Its like u) Grind, full steam Give it all u got when in ur mind got dreams of lavish life things just know it dont matter how the mufucka seem cause one way or another it ain always what it seem Verse 3: Change hits, have to start from bottom to prove worth, works hard day in and out, late nights, falls asleep one such evening Fortunately this nigga aint without a job, cause ain errybody movin over, hence, acquisitions hard, (and) the track he livin sub par, but he shootin for the stars, with hopes, that at the very least he find a way to mars and though he startin from the bottom this opportunity, soon to be, usually ain no problem he smart enough to solve them, hope he continue to blossom though he up gainst greater odds, savors favor requests from neighbors in the office just because, (he) trynna prove what does separate him from the rest, overly dedicated, he elated To impress, like an, S on his chest, when he puttin forth his best Trynna handle the stress, so he puffin on the cess, that loud a realist dreamer, so his head forever stuck in the clouds hopin his luck dont go down, for now no need to grab a heater like eagerly hound, He got his nose to the ground chasin the scent of paper stacks, until he find him a mound, either that or a crown, his mind encompass no bounds until he reached the peak one night, before he lay his head down..

Verse 1: Heads back to work, continues his grind, lives the life He leave that bish at his spot, totin his 40 weight. His killas still on the block, servin them dinner plates Phatter than the average make, hoodfella magistrate push at that magic rate, double his count, triple amounts ain no featherweight, he brash and tell it str8 got them choppas if they hate, fuck the talkin demonstrate What gorillas do gainst apes, a visionary in mind state A mix of stringer bell, that nigga marlo, and Avon/ killin the shit like squatin droppin dueces of napalm/ until the great calm, paper stacked till its way long/ a str8 don, meyer lansky, lucky luchiano, (And) al capone, puffin an owl of loud zones, kapow he now stoned, the towel they now thrown, renowned, for, takin it back, with a style, that rile bone, click clat, now they bile shown this get back, is a milestone, ridiculous chemical properites, cloned Synthetic genetical legends be grown, (thats) right, stay known, in his chromosomes, livin his life in the grey with no tone seekin to weaken, the grip on that thrown, a king in his city he trynna be known, Zonin when takin em shots of patron And chillin with freaks, who gone give him the dome He beat it that once, and leave em alone his city stay filled with bad bishes to bone, and he that, prodigy,who embody his city properly, business turn to monopoly probably least in honesty, he plottin these philosophies, school of thought like he socrates, competion product resemble nothing less than mockeries, (he,) pumps on the block with ease invest it back in properties, launder what his profits be Boss essential ecology, foster hood economy (he) could have been an anomoly, now his faith in armories and Soldier jaded marksman sprees Hook: x2 D-Danger comin wholetime Hear them heaters chime See in his city, life time Blind be leadin blind All in attempt to redefine When a leader shine Least until they creep with nines Verse 2: Starts getting a big head, too wreckless, territory infringement backfires Good coke, Berettas, Plus rocks, so pockets get cheddar essentially gets no better, like csf, (and) pro era, elzhi, kendrick, etcetera, See why, fiends get quick pleasure, meanwhile, he tokin stellar, elitist, louder endeavors, (Got) heaters on block whenever for dreamers who(se) plot thought clever Proceed, and street chalk them fellas, his fleet be mobbin on sellers, See his confidence embellished, carelessness in the presence of his foes who stiff and jealous, evidently they relish At the thought, of takin lettuce, cabbage wetting, a fetish Malice intentions hellish, to damage the niggas premise Up the block see his apprentice, attitude str8 relentless But they use a firearm place a period, end his man's sentence. (..Fuck..) He got the call to his cell, they popped his lil son son And 2 his boys by the shell, He breathe a second, exhale he also told they took the product, count, and bailed a message purely could tell, was a warning he could smell Now his manuevers entail, headin over to northwest Chiefin cess, whippin to scoop a vest couple choppers and tecs, drivin thru the city vexed hippin his soldiers on all his corners thru burner texts Now the word out they gon need coroners in effect till that crew that had creeped with the burners acquaint with death a murderous merger next (From) villianious inner depths, a platoon to the tune of a million hammers of vets Hook: x2 D-Danger comin wholetime Hear them heaters chime See in his city, life time Blind be leadin blind All in attempt to redefine When a leader shine Least until they creep with nines Verse 3: Attempted retaliation goes bad, ends up getting locked up Still whippin, now near vermont and P He toss his rillo butt w/ chronic tree, he chronically, try to be the anomoly, But subconsciously, his mannerisms, anatomically, follow Gs, embodiment, when his heart had freezed And that's the mark he seize, till his targets rest in peace fuck the civil antic steeze, drop the bishes to they knees Excution style, sheesh, Like some cartel beef Demolish them niggas, when finished, pick pieces out his teeth in him he feel no grief, retribution sweet as cheeks like his bishes, when he creeps, now he crossin u street, tropicalia, and 14th, caught in his visions of revenge (But) them boys been tailing him since crossin M Pulled over, smellin like skunk, from them loudish cali blends Central booking it looking, from the way they call it in finally get in the holding cell, shown love from all his kin attitude of a killa when he walk them streets again So tonight its sit tight, Wait his jewish lawyer friend plot what happen when he get to be on them streets again Tonight its sit tight, wait on his jewish lawyer friend Plot what happen, when he get to be on the streets again Attitude of a killa when he walk them streets again Attitude of a killa when he walk them streets again

Scene 1: Dream begins, first scene is drawn He finally asleep, visions capture these words although he dreaming, the scene and meaning in fact converge combined, these paths emerge, this figure in a room he see its him all alone, a pen is all that loom he sit up in a chair, scribbles out a figured square shifts his image, due to glare, and split the view so six it share (then) finish drawing a scene picture this, a city scape, str8 outta a magazine Scene 2: He see's himself start to draw the second scene, which comes to life the next, aint so serene, he seen, some bammas creep low masked, so aint no face show, cold-graced by great snow choppers in they hand movin up in the city a type of stick up committee fakin jaxx, they ain witty but slow behind, is drawn a masked villian totin a gat and a mac, 11 chillin, in the dead of night spillin blood willin for the millions, cause, there ain no feelin as real as him takin, killin, peelin caps, to him its thrillin Scene 2 Analysis: As the second scene comes to a still, he tries to figure out wtf is going on (then) he move to draw the next lookin on, he cant get past the fact that he perplexed, for life awakened his sketch, he witnessed criminal means (and) its central to the plot in the view of the grand scheme where money makin, and cream, supreme, cause both regimes, teams, dream of that cash paper but one be fakin, the other bombin like al queda the latter's styles greater plus he on the solo mission dolo since hova mentioned them lines his lines about his nas intensions Scene 3: The next scene happns, both squads are going for the same target He continue drawin the next and see a lex driver hexed already puffin on cigarettes them fakin niggas got tecs, masks, creepin in the dark little they know the villian nigga sneakin like a shark to him the shit is art chess, stalkin his prey he do it every single day end up blastin away with his chopper, that ak an acg scope soon as a shot pop off the first fakin nigga get smoked Scene 3 Analysis: As the 3rd scene comes to a still, he tries to figure out what is going on still as we pause, he analyze still in awe, the situation right before his eyes how is his pen comprised, charcters come to life puttin ink to his pad makes him eager, this procedure of leisure, whose tone bad but really he zone past examines these roamed paths and breaks it down cause when u factor it all it becomes math he started drawin out six, and finally down three, his cycle and time key in this progressive rhyme spree Scene 4: The next scene happens, one of the squad members falls, the others see they are being followed. he, continues drawing the fourth frame the lex with that hex, driver sittin with no brains, a fakin nigga short, in the ground over dope change, his mans sheddin tears in the rain cause they man slain, this villian nigga, lest we forget, still lookin on, (as) them fakin niggas start to realize, something went wrong, they spot the villians figure 40-so yds away, his mask, skull and dreads, like the town, clear as day So they spray, with they tec nines intent to wet spines vexed, but they set prime to fall, at night time blind to the fact they aint on the attack the villian nigga fire once, lay one flat on they back Scene 4 Analysis: As the 4th scene comes to a close, he starts noticing things about the character's qualities he try to react, attempts to spark up a jack, but he reach up in his pocket see he got him a sack twist and blows it all back calms his nerves, so he smacked cause its obsurd, no uttered words disturb him drawing the act and all around him is black except the middle of the room watchin his figure loom drawin fakin niggas dooms whom greed and envy consume like philosophies of Hume, empirically, these goons qualitatively groomed Scene 5: now as he move to draw the fifth sees the last of them fake niggas, toolie at his hip the loot up in his bag took it outta that lex, remember back a couple scenes, nigga in it was exed now he runnin paranoid adrenaline's like his roid, but this villian is on him like gps from off a droid though he gettin annoyed, and feelin toyed from the chase slippin, the fakin nigga blow a car in front of his face Scene 5 Analysis: He tries to make sense of why he's the lone character that's been stalking the squad This an intresting turn this villian figure now we learn suffered a minor burn to his mask which he had worn, torn, parts of it displaced watchin, lookin on, he finally see the villians face, and brace, for he the ace with widened eyes, surprised by the size of this disguise what it all symbolize he begins to theorize or rather, at least he tries trynna fathom the grand scheme or what it can mean in the span of this mans dream Scene 5 Continued: As the 5th scene continues, the loner takes out the last squad member, grabs the loot, and walks off still we in the fifth frame the scene before was retained the villian figure still the same, grimacing from the pain the fakin nigga take advantage and aim from the damage, he feel disdain for this savage remain, he sees him as a ball and chain, until one of them fall, his train of thought, let him believe he got him against a wall but see its simple, yet subtle this fakin nigga in for trouble the villian ain new to struggle (and) his slip up made him humble he takes a second, mumbles, something under his breath the fakin nigga unaware he about to meet death the villian quick, and in the blink of an eye he pull a gat from out his sleeve and let his hollow tips fly (grabbin the loot as he die) Scene 6: He tries to make an understanding of it all, and as this happens, he see's himself finish drawing the final scene, a lone wolf He wonders why The figure uttered no cry But tries, to pass it by as if he living a lie still he unsure what it mean, The two regimes in the scenes who schemed for paper and cream, Seem to relate in this dream But then he think a lil harder, Figure(s) what its about, The loner villian nigga, Handle his alone without doubt Which meant he built to handle pressure No heat he feelin from stressors While them fakin niggas lesser He picked em part like he lector A cannibal in this sector Traits, of a preditor This metaphor was tempered for He watch his figure more Drawing the last frame At last came the brash aim Like the end of a book, he look And see the silouette of a lone wolf

Verse 1: Startled awake by his dream, tries to recall what he saw from "The Lone Wolf" This kid awake from his dreams, 6 in the morning, weather storming, pouring streams he forming a way of shoring the allure of foriegn things (and) life he feelin grew boring, due to trife he'd been ignoring oftens felt like he snoring Though erryday end in scoring and that cycle, kept it going like, seasons and time, ducked in a ride, pedal flooring, but, his murderous dream, ain simple as it seem, he, emphasize keen, on the charismatic schemes, madness inscribed in being, focused on what u mean, hopelessness wasnt seen, although, was dope that cuz had leaned, over them suckas team, wrath and vengence for green, but, he ain so simple minded, times get tough, and erry nigga different, when he find it rough, so his sign, get bucks, redefine a paradigm, and shine like puff, minus the biggie bluff, greed, envy, (and) lust, something he'd take away, when on the cusp, never trust (cause..) [Chorus]x2 For erry moment in time, Theres moments when blind, Moments u strategize, makin sure that u fine, moments that chill, moments that thrill, Moments u think about, (how u reaching that mill) Verse 2: Starts thinkin about his current situation, starts to see how The Lone Wolf characteristic could apply..get yours Felt he was losin his soul Semi depressed, from all the student loans he owe the price his major bestowed could he circumvent it, no unless his family could grow money trees out in the cold and only way he suppose was hustlin movin snow Dysfunctional yeah I know Cause substance still what he chose see his momma grinnin happy her boy had made it, it shows for her he did it in hopes that better days were close like a seed planted under the concrete sprout a rose cause lord knows, he slavin, trynna manifest his goals Trynna lessen the stress He do his best to think of pros Before his world implode goin no where till he old Moral of the story Is erry man must have a code like the, Lone Wolf done shown proof (This) Nigga zones, truth his tone mute alone suits unbeknownst brutes Who sewn loot Determination facing strong groups With inclination that he'd be racin So he first, shoots (cause..) [Chorus] For erry moment in time, Theres moments when blind, Moments u strategize, makin sure that u fine, moments that chill, moments that thrill, Moments u think about, (how u reaching that mill) Verse 3: Further realizes how he has to approach things going forward, having that "Lone Wolf" mentality Through all the trials and bullshit, By any means, survive, he also learned, best, watch those who u trust, and, have a drive, thrive, cause life a stingy bish, Who only give one ride, so u gotta be conscious, of peripheral collide, Thats why this nigga said, fuck it, turned the music up, and vibe(d), fore he kicked out that bish, and give a fuck, what she replied, Its simple, stay on the rise, Spread ur eagle wings and fly, Levitate (a)bove the paranoia, evil, and dispise, Disguise, new retronomics sonets chronically, like (his) vise, no lies, in his, reprise, trynna soar into the skies, (Its) more than what meet the eyes, (Like) roors and tree got him high, (and) visions of u-n-i,-versal orbit, pass him by, (it) circumstantially guide, His focus to what he strive, (He) representin them kind, Who only know how to grind, So to this message, he bind, tho, them stressors been defined, No rudimentary signs, A harnessed potential primed, from third eye vision devine (but...) [Chorus]x2 For erry moment in time, Theres moments when blind, Moments u strategize, makin sure that u fine, moments that chill, moments that thrill, Moments u think about, (how u reaching that mill)

Verse 1: Awakes in his jail cell, thinkin wtf just happened Now, he awake wit a, slight shock his eyes hawk, feel as though his night's mark a lone wolf, with no fear, peered at his plight, fought Seein the hooded heist plot, of that villian produce him visions of figure types, chalked Triggered when them nines spark, and he a product of his criminal mind thought, trynna triple his digits fuck them frivolous kind, taught that chivalrous times, dwarf iniquitous positions, he find dark, He listen with precision that his mission to grind brought fuck witnesses his synthesis, relentless behind stalks hence why tote an extra 22, by his right sock On night watch, with them automatics, and prime rock refine his rate of business, principles of incline sought his emphasis, relentlessness, see, nemesis been there from the genesis, no territory semblance accustomed to his elements, while out for dead presidents see, its fairly evident, the type this nigga represent [Chorus] But he don't fret Nigga, he'll bombback U got them, bills to pay, packs to move, nigga, bombback Its just, a thing of the mind A state u gotta find, bomb back And if they, fuck with urs or touch one, well nigga touch back, ..just bomb back Verse 2: (16): Gets out shortly after, continues to think about everything that's happened in the past 24 hrs. forms a plan Less than a day in a cell, thanks to his jewish lawyer, walks out to the station foyer Thinkin bout how life is always plagued by paranoia Hard times, out his control, a, circumstance few get ahold of the foolish, try to be soldiers waitin for chance, while lightin the dozier Like, them fakin niggas was posers he more like that villian who murders for, residual stacks with burners max definitive blasts at servers crafts revenge for killin his workers a blend of the villian observed and loss of his niggas, had left him disturbed but tactical visions, envisioned, (are) surperb He'd strike like the gremlins vicious emerge malicious, at simplest, bond is his word (Its) time for some action, no matter the verb He look to the heavens, and pray that he heard His circumstance bleed into every word He never facetious, or feel he unnerved His criminal mind ahead of the curve like graphs with x (time) and y (on the verge) A mathemeticians, eye had emerged applied like a science, maniacally burned enshrined in his mind, like a child who learns except, his defiance, unbiased, and stern provoke(s) an alliance to silence the worms until he reach zion, bring eye of great storms bomb back like a silo, of missile swarms until they feel fully the wrath of cuz scorn [Chorus] But he don't fret Nigga, he'll bombback U got them, bills to pay, packs to move, nigga, bombback Its just, a thing of the mind A state u gotta find, bomb back And if they, fuck with urs or touch one, well nigga touch back, ..just bomb back Verse 3: Thinks more. Solidifies his plan, puts it into action...just like The Lone Wolf So he like fuck all them niggas who trynna do him in, rob his stash and blast his kin, trynna jux his life tween the trife they'll feel the wrath of ten speciman condensed in him the pestilence it reflects, depends on ur knowledge possessed of them mexicans hard bodyin niggas who mess with them Like gangs and cartels when they vexed, my friend feel like he back on them streets, fresh, again He blessed, but, man its a testament of his seemingly many transgressions (and) since his life took a turn momma be stressin, but it keep turnin and, teachin him lessons (Just) like the villian, his mind had ingested holdin his own, totin his smith and wesson A-K-4-7, strapped for protection drastically, sinister mask with two techs, and those juss his weapons, slayin all predators, never exceptions, familiar tensions different perception with the respect, required invested, niggas gon(na) know he should never be tested acin competition, with a style described (as) majestic subjected, due to circumstances he, introspected Dissected, though, he realize this is life what he elected He know what come next, strike with intellect prey on em niggas like a lone wolf shown disrespect this nigga vexed [Chorus] But he don't fret Nigga, he'll bombback U got them, bills to pay, packs to move, nigga, bombback Its just, a thing of the mind A state u gotta find, bomb back And if they, fuck with urs or touch one, well nigga touch back, ..just bomb back Verse 4: [Che Adams] [Chorus] But he don't fret Nigga, he'll bombback U got them, bills to pay, packs to move, nigga, bombback Its just, a thing of the mind A state u gotta find, bomb back And if they, fuck with urs or touch one, well nigga touch back, ..just bomb back

Verse 1: Thinking about the circumstances he's up against He harbored visions and plans, in an immaculate procedural scheme elaboration, manifests in his dreams cause in his flesh the stress be burning what be left, of his being but otherwise, the odds he circumvent his trials it seems, ain nuthin more than copacetic he like, "but, what that mean?" cause his maneuvers, He was sure would bring him paper and cream but see the cost, did the end really justify all the means or was he victim to his circumstances he and his team, he contemplate his fate and the mistakes he'd made long the way think bout his fam and how he wanted to juss see better days, looked up to Pac The realest nigga he could (re)member, by far Taught him aim high, cause u fall short u still gone land on a star but erry shot still leave a scar (His) life when strum w/ guitar decisively his repertoire, When he penning a bar writtens spun char, when he spit vividly put flame to cigar, an instrumental Unequivocally beaten and marred (Sits back, he vibe in the car) Hook: x2 ....While Riding By.... He Ponder his thoughts ....While Riding By.... He Ponder his thoughts ....While Riding By.... He Ponder his thoughts ....While Riding By.... He Ponder his thoughts ....While Riding By.... Verse 2: G2 Verse 3: Pac said pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols, plottin on murderin mufuckas jottin missles, hip hop my credentials, been formed by Tracing with a stencil, by pencil, and now I draw, body an instrumental (cause) Pac said polish the pistols prepare for battle, pass the pump my lyrics is murder, and scatter fire thru u cunts, insidiary, my pen'll bury, an adversary, when its necessary, so with the stress I carry, my methods formed is legendary You might juss hari kari, rightfully so, I'm visionary, Written with precision, scary, how the magnitide is varied Not feelin myself, well barely, nigga too sick, with that dysentary, spittin like clips, You equip, with a click, and they rip, thru ur clique, leave em cemeteried, lyrical homicides, when I hypothesize, my chakra ties the dots when connected bad for the opposite side, Its plot and survive, hammer cocked in the ride, lyrically fittest pennin like a scribe, (with) flow like tsunami tides

Verse 1: Narrate - Describing what happens as soon as the shots are fired.. The crowd scatters, some fall, loud in air factors small, juss envision the place, where marshall mathers earled that stall, str8 out a movie, recall? (ex)cept for now niggas flee for life, when them heaters they draw, See good and bad thru this all, them pussy niggas, they saw rush out the back thru the hall, so they follow em in pursuit Like a, brute for the loot, Who tend, to steady shoot, then send, hollow point proof, Condensed burst fire groups, Fatigue attire boots, searchin for halfway crooks, (they) scared to death, they scared to look they shook, fuckin pawns, gainst some rooks, sargents of arms, bout to cook with expertise, could fill a book stashin bodies in nooks, juxin out life by the hoofs So he disperse with his crooks, while the good side try to stay out the hood ties, the bad lies in a place tried being a good guy, like (didnt, didnt i?) Verse 2: [Good Side] Perception of what is going on Now let's perceive from perspective of good, seen in the presence of folks misunderstood, Niggas started shootin, cause problems w/ distribution, fuckin up personal livelihoods, trynna feed a pack of wolves, packin heaters primed to full, blinded minds defined by jewels, luxury cars, eloped the game, when life had menopause bandaged in gauze, now known the factors leading to the cause simple and plain, eye for an eye, assimilation of a sovereign nation, Out for the bacon, he juss trynna get his cut with-a-side of eggs, and, niggas stay slightly hatin, bumpin shoulders, with the shooter, thought he the target, of satan, but, the grace of God, had saved him, thankfully death ain't waitin, but, them niggas who the targets, best pray the shooters aint Haitian crips or bloods, even jamaican, shottas, be no fakin when they stretch em niggas out, plankin, they final destination, this occasion, bring the pain, and retribution, guns blazin Something like diallo when he was tragically shot by jakes, (...though he tried...RIP) Verse 3: [Bad Side] Hear the perspective of the bad side's man as he pursues one of the targets you know i'ma hold it down, as soon as you point him out i got you, he got 2? we even the scorin now we beef and they low in ground, got a rep to protect bout to put a fire to the cypher wit weapons we sketch them abstract masterpieces, inspirations revenge playin to win, gotta man up for takin our men aye where he at young? turn my other cheek to check my back cause you can't get caught sleepin, the number one lesson, strapped exhaled the jack as i felt a tap, vibes changed, niggas like, there he go, in my hand the 9 stays you thinkin i need a belt, nah, a nigga tryna spray bust then boys get made up stories in 5 days crime pays when revenge is the wage you think our bloods glazed, till your men get hit with them strays ended up catchin his bitch in the face, the man in his back friends in the legs, the damage is stamped, half of em flat ...we got 1, now see how they react... Verse 4: [Bad Side] Hear the perspective of the kid on the bad path, as he pursues the other two targets (in a different place than his man) In the distance, heard his mans 9 spray while trynna slay, With his ruger hollow a mind, lay defined pay-back, w/ precision, lay him side ways his crime wave, strike, the oppositionIn blind rage, no kind phase make it certain that his SR9 blaze thru sight rays infrared beamin crimson lines haze a bright gaze up in the night's craze heart, (as) cold as a knife (He) eagerly put on ice, with premeditated procedures to bleed em till ain no life, that trife, he cornered two deep in a alley, one tried to pull out but caught two in his chest cavity, badly so now its (juss) one, (and) he sadly frontin, like none of em gladly put his lil mans, (and) two his soldiers below? (...cause) exactly, word is they motives was dastardly, (so) he haphazardly, blasts his knee with im-peccable accuracy, now he screamin in agony yellin "Shut up!", he further spill anatomy Said "D-didn't I" pulled the trigger once, another murder, happened, tragically (..He tried..)

Hook: x2 These the days of our lives Bout errybody go thru struggles, find a way to survive. For u and urs, provide, For better days, we strive (Days of our lives) x3 Verse 1: Overview of the kid, his life, and what led him to the circumstance These the days of our lives, bout errybody go thru struggles, and, we seen the same, for this nigga trynna be humble, (see) his life predicated, fully related, to the stumbles, It breeded the circumstances, advancin him to tumble, presented w/ good or bad, a past mixed w/ the hood, no dad, Limited interest in nothin more, than makin sure the fam, eatin, (and) livin the way they should, he understood, a man, relinquish any, and errything, to make it sure they can, Two lil sisters, his momma leadin, trynna hold they hands, Timid, but vividly, havin dreams, of bringin home the grands, thought the position of a technician, eclipsed, the systems conditions, but visions he found of interest, realistically made no difference though he, feelin relentless, in his pursuit of riches them trenches and snakes be vicious but he amongst those ambitious Stay sane by blowin hibiscus, (but) cross him, he'll get malicious hungry for the paper digits, cause money the motive interest (When) Hook: x2 These the days of our lives Bout errybody go thru struggles, find a way to survive. For u and urs, provide, For better days, we strive (Days of our lives) x3 Verse 2: Recap of the bad side path Now see the days of his life, if roads he travelled, were bad, Fully dependent on his inner loop community tag, them hood manuevers need badge, rank, (and) credentials, since graduation, been simple, civilian, all but his mental, procedural incidentals, (would) seemingly, type resemble, the characteristic symbols, and business related principles, (ex)cept, his fundamentals, of hustlin thru college windows, obstructed his structured intro, like sex, first time, w/ a nympho, His paradigm be his temple, so when he hustle its church Although he always taught it ain money that prove ur worth redefined, he'd get that money, or otherside get it first, flex muscle, spill blood in tussles, cursin enemies, endin scuffles grab the loot from out them duffles, smuggle libations, (&) contraband rise in rank, become the man, in his city, formed a clan, lost some soldiers, from the fam, Stingy means, & revenge schemes, (the/a) life outta movie scenes, cause in this world, it more or less, bout paper and c.r.e.a.m (the dream) Hook: x2 These the days of our lives Bout errybody go thru struggles, find a way to survive. For u and urs, provide, For better days, we strive (Days of our lives) x3 Verse 3: Recap of the good side path Now what'd be the case, if he stayed following good be workin 9-5 w/ overtime as much he could need extra dollars for food (still) strugglin, payin his loans that college trap, bleedin his bones, and progressions unknown, be still he find him that zone, the end, ain nowhere in sight least his momma can sleep at night, know her son is aiight but see his mission in life, distinguish them from the fight look up to God and pray he might, keep the blessings in sight but somethings, wrong doin right, he find a calm blazin nights upon the dawn he chasin light, out this tunnel, his plight Juss wan be free as a kite, ensure his fam somethin slight cause check to check, more-livin-like somethin, like bein-a, slave to the pipe, juss paradigms of the trife but his demeanor enlight the courage that he got to strike, Seize opportunity, too beautifully, as soon as it's (hut) hike, cause his manuevers be, quite, usually, truly, too right, if it were u, what would u do, if these the days of ur life? Hook: x2 These the days of our lives Bout errybody go thru struggles, find a way to survive. For u and urs, provide, For better days, we strive (Days of our lives) x3

Verse 1: Some call it blind, others call it a dream My heart be binded, by the rhymes and the schemes So in time, ill be defined as a king (Who) blew thru lines like a fiend slayin regimes, spittin ill poetic, (a) type of medic, keep ur soul copecetic competition get deaded, So thru the present, in my physical form, I examine dynamic, stratosphere norms, pen my wrath, quiet storms prolific swarms, every morn, (like) on my breakfast plate digest my craft on the path, (and) the line the metro take Trynna reach heavens gate, facin the odds But doin the best with was dealt in my cards leavin the rest up to God, hopeful for nods, as I travel thru life, feelin shadows in the shallows of night them d.e.m.o.n.s el(zhi) had penned strike searchin for light, as im livin in hell twist it away, and then proceed to inhale release my stress and exhale chemical trails, dreamin big as a whale so my dividends entail max residual swell cause well... Hook: x2 its all about fate, its all about fate, its all about fate Niggas try but there ain no escape (so ain no time to wait) Verse 2: My motivation is cream/but not because, I want material things really because I want my fam to live clean/ comfortable, and supreme, achieve they dreams with no worries of means, so my hurry so early seems like a flurry scenes through all of the work with my team thorough like burrough Inner circles in queens my aurora purple, gettin erkle, puffin swirls of green of which I pearl so mean ways of the world, im keen but there be days that I sit back, watch the sky and beams passing me by, cause writin rhymes, is something like a super natural high I spread my wings and then fly knowledge of I bring awareness of self thru which in turn consciousness Can then produce u some wealth, its stealth, like criminalogy, done properly embody A prophecy, my hypothesis, Like socrates, droppin philosophy, pretty possibly, cant box with me its bad for ur health so take them weak and simple rhymes put em back on the shelf... Hook: x2 its all about fate, its all about fate, its all about fate Niggas try but there ain no escape (so ain no time to wait)