Verse: Rhyming, I pursue it; determined not to lose it Words, spit it fluid; easy how I do it Slang’s what I bruise with; true how the crew rip Labels snatch your mind state, confuse, chop, and screw it Bust tunes like Loose Ends, the reign, can’t stop it Derm clear the ozone with classic raps that’s toxic Dade is my birthplace, Tally’s the residence Bless the gems, never hesitant to crush your testament To wack rappers, I’m pestilence ‘cause they speak with irrelevance Salute the best of men and women, then slaughter the rest of them Focused on straight & narrow, refuse to miss a step again Been through hell, but heaven sent; growing, and it’s evident Venomous since my genesis, eminent ‘til my exodus Running critics out this element ‘cause they’re credulous Drop ‘em like the strongest pruno that gets the felons bent ‘Cause they’re the biggest detriment since the global deficit

Hook: In the pursuit of dopeness Yo, we bust rounds as we touch grounds with deluxe sounds made to crush clowns In the pursuit of dopeness Causing panics to these snakes from all the jacks they fake; they best evacuate In the pursuit of dopeness All the fly ladies and big guys that came to get live, yo, throw your palms to the sky In the pursuit of dopeness Yo, we don’t swallow the pill ‘cause we follow the real Verse One: Greetings, ladies and gentlemen DermDZL’s back to get it in ‘cause change is overdue like discipline Emerge with tough skin; I’ve felt all the cuts and the scars The system’s tried to keep me down, now I’m bucking it hard Start it with a mic check, then I’ll kick it direct Using eternal reflection that’s hi-tech So, it’s a must that I wreck with proficiency And, freak the type of jams to cure rap from its brain-cell deficiency It’s an understatement just to say the skills be bossing It’s known the presence hemmed is feared (HemisFear) like C-Arson YouTube and TMZ flunkies declare they’re punkin’ crews But, bring ‘em to the tombs, they’re be breaking more sweat than vixen chronicles Dragging your tongues and couldn’t go the distance in this rhyme sport Then, have the nerve to say I’m stuck in a time warp The essence of my rhyme transcends beyond the future Crushing barriers of cats that are stuck on stupid Here’s a rough exclusive for minds inquiring on my beez and things Been lodged in creative environments with kings and queens Otherwise, I’m on a solo mission Far removed from distractions and those malicious hoes and bitches Jumping bad until they’re badly broken All on Front Street lacking strength and balance, now they’re members (are) swollen In the land of the soulless Here’s a preservation of hard beats, rough rhymes, and the pursuit of dopeness Hook: In the pursuit of dopeness Yo, we bust rounds as we touch grounds with deluxe sounds made to crush clowns In the pursuit of dopeness Causing panics to these snakes from all the jacks they fake; they best evacuate In the pursuit of dopeness All the fly ladies and big guys that came to get live, yo, throw your palms to the sky In the pursuit of dopeness Yo, we don’t swallow the pill ‘cause we follow the real Verse Two: Prose of power’s folding cowards; flows will tower over sour souls That clown, provoke, and doubt us, though they bow to vocal prowess Show ‘em how it’s going down in this field of young jocks That say they’re real like gun shots; it’s pain they’ll feel like Ong Bak You know the deal, we run spots And, son mad crews when blacking out like Funk Doc With the pen, I’ve been Sick-Wid-It (sick with it) since 40 Water had Levitti and Little Bruce And, y’all don’t have no concentration, so we’ll drain y’all of your little juice Y’all flaunt your papes and say that we don’t fit your mirage And, never did shit to help this business evolve These salty niggaz dissolve because they play demented when it’s only hate descended Today, I’ll send it with nasty flavors blended Now, what I say, I meant it; these fake rap sires Are similar to flat tires with their satire Grew past tired of these cream puff posers Miami-born, throwing heat for lifetimes like grudge holders Spit gifted and think bigger to make that long ride to success And, miss disses from bitch niggaz going through post-modem depression You lost the race ‘cause your bodies produce molasses So, these poor excuses of solid authors are now reduced to ashes Sending bad vibes just to cloud this visionary But, a dart thrown at you would be your obituary Diplomacy’s gone; I’m overthrowing known jerks And, fuck your feelings, your chromosomes gon’ hurt, twerp Hook: In the pursuit of dopeness Yo, we bust rounds as we touch grounds with deluxe sounds made to crush clowns In the pursuit of dopeness Causing panics to these snakes from all the jacks they fake; they best evacuate In the pursuit of dopeness All the fly ladies and big guys that came to get live, yo, throw your palms to the sky In the pursuit of dopeness Yo, we don’t swallow the pill ‘cause we follow the real Yeeeeaaaahhhhh!!!

Verse 1: From the sidelines, you had some high hopes to cross me But, on the spot, you’re facing your doom without an autopsy With pure hate, I’m out hunting for the fakest ducks In a world of war wounds, you’re a measly-ass paper cut You should’ve stay in your rut With the lotion and some tweezers and played with your nuts Because you’ll feel that big, shiny blade up your butt A friendly-acting snake-in-the-grass is dangerous as fuck Explain to me something, how you live life with lies Looking for heads to fry with evil plans you devise So, it’s a must I sever ties because I spot danger from all angles ‘Cause familiar faces have changed to perfect strangers Selling out for the gusto was your biggest downfall Now, drop to your knees, feel the sweat from my biggity balls ‘Cause you’re calling for some new commandments, but are quicker to break them Through your transparent skull, I can see that you’re faking Straight up and down, your whole life is a contradiction Building hype in this division, but too light for competition Trying to show your brain is ill, or you tote that stainless steel Just ‘cause you cuss and throw tantrums; that don’t make you real Hook (2x): This is a straight up dis; you could’ve did like Nino and called it business But, y’all made it personal So, I’m gon’ make it controversial, too Once I murk you fools throughout the verse, you’re through Verse 2: Hypocritical figures are quick to say I’m standing on thin waters But, strolling on dark paths with dim aura I’ll surely slaughter your character in 5-dimensional horrors ‘Cause you’ve cross these borders, a long way from your quarters Maggots, leeches, and worms will complete your order Fool, your wins remain lower than Laura Yet, you show disdain for your peeps and hope that I would fold in pain My third leg’s whipped out, giving you the golden rain You thought you was top notch, now you’re sent to the hot spots While you cock block, I’d rock knots You sent pot shots, now you’re crying your heart out for repentance Blaming it on controlled substances; you still can’t escape vengeance ‘Cause, where I’m aiming at is head, chest, and guts Feel the low blow like war vets that’s stuck You’re like Bush, starting shit you can’t properly finish So, now, you and your progeny will be diminished Before I close the final chapter I’m ripping marks, then X-ing them out the spot because they’re no factor Now, what I’d do to these exaggerating actors Like Threats Pimp’s drug money, chop ‘em up and stuff ‘em in a mattress Hook (2x): This is a straight up dis; you could’ve did like Nino and called it business But, y’all made it personal So, I’m gon’ make it controversial, too Once I murk you fools throughout the verse, you’re through Verse 3: It’s funny how these powerless cowards hide behind their badges To show authority and switch out in front of the masses Testing the sickest nigga’s patience; it’s tragic ‘Cause, now, you’ll feel the sharpest sting since fuckin’ hoes raw in Black Magic So, never ask why I don’t hide emotions Y’all left no choice; just hear it in my voice from the roasting That’s obscene, forcing me to go out of line On the defensive side, crushing foes that out to shine Now, with all due disrespect My brutal force will have you hitting decks as sharp words split your neck Separating cabeza from your spinal cord Sweetest revenge is the most ferocious omnivore There’s no love because you provoke extremities So, foot to head will be the remedy ‘cause your bullshit’s offending me It takes sense to see That my gift of talent will curse all you motherfuckers like the Kennedys H-E-double hockey sticks is where I’m sending these Blasphemous serpents with unscrupulous tendencies Never friends, always my enemies I constantly clash with like those Titans from Tennessee Putting me on Front Street as if you’re bad and mean But, once you go home, it’s a totally drastic scene Feeling the worst wrath from your better half One wrong move, suffer their pestilent epitaphs So, fuck you, your rules, your clique, your strife, your game Your whips, your chains, your status, your life, your name After the maggots goggle up your brain You’ll be meeting up with Kurt Cobain Now, suck on that, bitch!!! Hook: This is a straight up dis; you could’ve did like Nino and called it business But, y’all made it personal So, I’m gon’ make it controversial, too Once I *explosion*

Verse One: Yeah! It’s true you can’t choose your blood relation, but you can choose your association With no shame or trepidation Despite the time and distance, I never missed chances To preserve the family tree, but niggaz (have) clipped branches Too many slick tactics Will make your skin crawl like mentioning Christ while full off that Atheist’s Passion Show nothing but love, they’re yelling Abracadabra Reappear just to extend some havoc and madness Emerge with cruel intentions from dwelling with Hell’s demons With no concern for your well-being, serving game like Will Beaman My sense is strong, so I smell scheming Guards are up, now I’m forever cautious of the tall tales streaming Once they touch your ears, it’s irritating like lice and scabs ‘Til I depart from these parasites and crabs For emotional cleanse, feeling vibes through the laptop I’m ruling out reunions ‘cause all you see is jackpot Dance around questions; becoming nothing more than an opportunist That’s trying to play me like a mental eunuch Now that I’ve grown before your human sight My generosity is not up for sale; you’re not gaining exclusive rights Before, I would’ve blown a fuse, got loose, and start illin’ Instead, I’ll just remove y’all from my dealings Trust is desecrated; I’m sure the rest would hate The fact I’m fit to Joe Clark y’all niggaz ‘til y’all (are) expurgated Hook (2x): Heart’s frozen ‘cause once I count the days that go by Fangs are hidden by the snakes in disguise Selected love has me showing unconditional hate for these guys Because *I sense the shifty ways in their eyes* Verse Two: Didn’t want to have to come to this; as I strive to maintain cool in my circumference Niggaz stay pushing their lucks, I’m like “enough of this” Pass me with those kiddie games like Snuffleupagus But, conflict seems to be your chief comforter You’re thrilled until I rough you up: man, child, and woman ‘Cause evils kept you damn foul and ig’nant (ignorant) I tried to enhance the bond, but your hatred has risen As you poison gullible brains to show favoritism Forever third string to fake pimps and sworn spitters ‘Cause, not only was you born bitter, you’re a scorned quitter We fight to keep it straight, but with these crooks in the field We can’t grow ‘cause we always end up footing your bill Can’t go a day without your sob stories crammed in our noggins We’re in a bind, we’re on our own; but, if it’s you, it’s a family problem Hypocrites tossing beef from the pan Get fricasseed in the kitchen ‘cause it’s the heat you can’t stand Y’all spaz with no cares, y’all say, “we’re trying to make a man of him” I spaz with a vengeance, I’m told I need anger management Praying to God that I don’t make y’all panic Even Hell wants ice water, y’all wish(es) ain’t granted, dammit!!! They might as well prescribe me pills ‘Cause I’m playing tug-of-war between keeping composure and keeping it real Who needs foes when your kinfolk oppress the ones they need most? Now, scripts are flipped like kilos For the intended targets, this track was made to rip up your spot It’s said that love’s thick as mud; sometimes, it ain’t worth the piss in the spot

Verse One: It’s like, each time a forum is opened to show talent There’s a crab nigga doubting your talent to throw you off your balance Irritation’s visible like sole callus Once my cold stare gives you nightmares, you’re screaming, “No Malice” Like Pusha-T’s brother, I’ll crush your credentials To keep from getting roasted, save the jokes and riddles for Comedy Central To you, my process is mysterious To the point where niggaz wonder if I meet the criteria Of spittin’; I’ll get raw on you for acting delirious With many years of experience, this skill trade is serious Serve a word, I’ll perfect it; superb once connected While local fools neglect it, overseas respect it On the spot, I’m shutting down your dissidents Through sickening prose, I’m riveting like Rosemary’s babies’ christening The sun (son) shines the brightest, y’all hardly sparking and glistening To the forefront, I’d breed life with no ghostwriter’s assistance My intellect alone reigns prominence As passion meets confidence, this mind state is opulent Word to Ras, you muhfuggaz should’ve stayed anonymous Your ignorance gon’ break you niggaz like political promises Stunt like you’re the Don of this grind and grit Loud sparks about your dominance just tells me that you’re not equipped Blocking’s just gon’ get you fake piranhas ripped in this metropolis Though you pop your lips, you ain’t stopping shit Hook (2x): We crash your parties ‘cause you’re pissing on parades Trying to call it tough love when you’re really throwing shades It’s not my fault you’re too scared to shine Now, mind your own business and let me take care of mine Verse Two: With bone-headed moves, there’s no denying the fact Y’all like The First 48, when one slips, everybody get cracked Provoke hidden threats, but cry when attacked Getting bent off that liquid courage, but moving like they’re supplying you smack Then you ride the bozack as you set your eyes on the stats To find a space among these artists’ contacts Bandwagoners are barred for their acts Now, I know the feeling when queens kill the myth that all girlies do is lie on their backs Then, names go bad in shame; nomads remain so wrapped in fame My flows smash while lames get toe-tagged Then, grave’s your next turf ‘cause you uttered your disrespectful excerpts Bird chest plus hot lead equals a wet shirt I bet jerks will think twice before they misconstrue the word network (Nettwerk) Maybe, y’all will learn something from experts Plus, niggaz get too hyped ‘til they start spoiling your night Out of spite, violate your human rights to pick a fight With much strife, you lose your life and leave a widow in the night Another mystery of life; can’t forget these business sites With that Iago Complex, poisoning your mental From the snakes, your hard work loses value like a shitty Pinto A Judas runs your business, morals get stripped As for raises and bonuses, cancel Christmas The bullshit will make you want to put niggaz to death by stoning When bad seeds rule, expect a grand closing Hook (5x): We crash your parties ‘cause you’re pissing on parades Trying to call it tough love when you’re really throwing shades It’s not my fault you’re too scared to shine Now, mind your own business and let me take care of mine Mind your own business and let me take care of mine Mind your own business and let me take care of mine Yeeeaaahhhh!

Hook: We can move with class, or we can go the thuggish route Before you run your mouth, just stop and see what I’m about To remove your doubts, you’ll feel the truth I’m bringing out And, quit pouting like you’re stuck with pain from a gout Verse One (C-Red): They open their views on females with Fallopian tubes But I never give ‘em anything they hope to extrude Open this food for thought and get a dose of this crude And I'll be gassin’ anybody who's insultin’ the crew True...they expect me to rap of flowers and men But power's in pens, reflecting through nostalgia and sin The talented win...on occasion Cuz if you ask who runs the stations it's the unamazing A hunned cases when they tell me I'm they favorite femcee I'm slavin’ plenty over mics and any pages empty In my pad and if I add I gotta make it, simply ‘Cause God gave me a gift, and so I thank Him with the praises we lift So I hope I get you maybe to shift and see this southern belle does it well See I'm the ish but it doesn't smell I got some homies in the grave and some cousins jailed Making music because I love it although it doesn't sell I wish that I could rock a mic for a living Since I'm a chick who really spits I see ‘em hyped that I'm different Instead I'm studyin’ at night and folks dislike that decision But I wanna have the knowledge for the heights I envision So you can...hate it or love it, homie bump it or dump it Spittin’ harder than these dudes while rockin’ pumps or a sundress ‘Cause the way that you perceive me, believe me, and even half of me Salute the kings and queens, and just address me as your majesty Hook (2x): We can move with class, or we can go the thuggish route Before you run your mouth, just stop and see what I’m about To remove your doubts, you’ll feel the truth I’m bringing out And, quit pouting like you’re stuck with pain from a gout Verse Two (Dermo): Fiery eyes are piercing through these cynics’ twisted methods Ripping through the problem’s root that’s spawning a disconnection Slimy prejudice erupts from their wretched ignorance But, a stone face will have their nerves shivering Wise to the facts; I understand it takes knowledge to build Form an army, but your squadron ain’t real Regardless of skill, niggaz feel that your worth comes from the gutter Killing your blood like antifreeze injections and laced blunts from your brother Combating stereotypes that get you shunned like no other A nut equipped with education, fuckers (are) running for cover Stunned, so they wonder if I’m pissed enough to shove guns in their mothers No love taps; now, they’re struck by the thunder Heard enough from my younger years when shots are thrown with hostile tones They say, “The only way that positivity reigns is through gospel songs Picket signs and the hand holding” Like bad poker games and figure four, your plan’s folding Even though it takes a brick-wall mission to warn you Unfair verdicts can turn the biggest saint into Christopher Dorner Easily influenced; can’t hide the spot from your side As common sense escapes from your soul, body, and mind So, I’ll avoid the yogurt-brained moves y’all (are) prone to And, remind y’all fools ‘bout some of the shit I won’t do I don’t use, misuse, abuse, or push narcotic poison Or, support dozens of pigs from the 30 bringing the boys in With dirty antics, or knock down elderly women Or, start unfinished wars with clumsy rebellion descending Or, believe there’s not a single cure for STD’s Or, even ride with babies toting M-16’s Or, enter expiration dates on infinite love Or, treat marriage like competitions with incompetent scrubs Or, keep a sour mood once information’s devoured I’m Helping Innovative Presence Haunt Oppressive Powers (HIP HOP) Therefore, save the drama and don’t try me like Stymie When using faulty perceptions to define me Therefore, save the drama and don’t try me like Stymie When using faulty perceptions to define me

Verse One: Rough upbringings will turn a choir boy into a tough drug king Or, a gruff gunslinger in the bust slug business And, the fucks? None’s given Lack of self-improvement’s got enough thugs slipping Gained knowledge, but lost grips Trapped in the corner by these opposing forces During drunken nights, some praise the God made of porcelain Pleasure’s changed to pain as you release sharp drips Stone-faced ‘cause you dropped emotional guards; she pulled that prank on you As you gave Medusa Head until she put that stank on you (Stankonia) Outcasts (OutKasts) draw the black irons (Blak Irons) for major bank, homie Just to pledge allegiance to line snorters and dank smokers Once the doubt fills your brain, hope and dreams remain broken Then, niggaz plot to block escape routes and drain focus But, when 13 o’clock hits, we stay woke And, recognize game played on society like notes by Beethoven Hook: Behind the smile hides the elements of grief Low self-esteem and everlasting beef Leave a mess and lose the sense you’re blessed with Before you reach that dead end, you turn reckless It’s hectic in the urban life Verse Two: Blinded by the lust for dollars like Creflo Heads know the lies can have you railroaded in hellholes To make sure your future’s scarred, they keep them prison cells opened Self-loathing seek relief through outer shell coating ‘Cause they overlook the beauty within Just to find love, they sacrifice the booty and trim We’re in the days where peasants are blessed and ancestors (are) neglected These devils censor your message and bring stress to your presence Laundry’s aired on social media, loud and rude with bravery But, can’t escape the Hell from psychology slavery Your house is like a cult, it sends your guidance through convulsions Plus, it’s not the Lord’s wrath, they fear social expulsion Lost counts on the days that you cried ‘Cause, like a bad conk, you’re fried, died (dyed), and laid to the side Sheeyit, make all the grades, you’ll still get it the worst As you lost time for checks with no credit or worth Hook: Behind the smile hides the elements of grief Low self-esteem and everlasting beef Leave a mess and lose the sense you’re blessed with Before you reach that dead end, you turn reckless It’s hectic in the urban life Verse Three: Some ask, how can you be granted serenity When the body’s held in captivity for the next few centuries? Blindsided by political treachery The schoolhouse is now a graveyard for lost memories The foul stench is overpowering the planet ‘cause the evil’s brewing Inviting humans to ruins With these shadetree leaders, you’ll never know your purpose And, to top it off, the elders are slaves to social services Hook: Behind the smile hides the elements of grief Low self-esteem and everlasting beef Leave a mess and lose the sense you’re blessed with Before you reach that dead end, you turn reckless It’s hectic in the urban life

Yeah! Derm D, Golden B, in your era, bringing that terror. To all your crabs out there spitting that nonsense: we’re scare you rappers like bomb threats. Yo, check it out! This (is) how we break microphones, ungh!!! Verse One: The soul within my bars will snatch you, so as I restart this chapter My legacy starts to capture your spirit like martyred pastors The impact from my passion will get you artists fractured Surgical with the pen, creating art with the sharpest scalpel Fuck that!!! My terror reigns when painting these guillotine portraits Drop lungs like antihistamine tortures, verses with power are killing your barking Crybabies act saltier than tour whores So, babality’s ridding this planet of test tube warlords I’m fit for this tactic of vicious attacking with venom I’m packing Swiftly thrashing these sensitive rappers Raising trebles to call bluffs, but figured out they’re all small talks With your sugary memes, save your sweet nothings for Hallmark And, after your shallow homies serve bad bolognas You big dogs are reduced to rubbish and crumbs like alimony Nigga, your status (are) only worth less than a Facebook bitch fit So, from this Rap district, you’re dismissed (Scratches by DJ Fumo) Verse Two: Derm Diz brings total kaos like Dr. Death’s revival Ducks preach for peace now; before, they’re suicidal Don’t ask for love; that gets you no points like tennis tournaments Getting cocky out of your element leaves you torn to bits You really want to start whylin’ Turn you so-called Deebo niggaz into Archback Palace Since you played wrong, it won’t take long to run you out Y’all bastards are wastes of flesh dripping from your mothers’ mouths ‘Cause y’all refused to go straighter then perms in beauty parlors Proved to be three times the loser like Tiffany Pollard Confusion’s disorganized; rep’s in the Earth’s soil So, stress me, I’ll crush, kill, and destroy you Making scenes with malarkeys like you’re a big threat You’re better off feeling the wrath of Rev, Sway, and King Tech Once it’s known you played yourself like Jeru I’ll ripped through your domes like Dominique LaRue, then you’re through Blaaaooooooowwwwww!!!!! (Scratches by DJ Fumo)

Verse: Yo, I’ll unleash the strategy To help the team turn their dreams into reality Rejection’s cool, but, then, you followed it with insults and slander Acting like your existence is greater than Alexander Scrambled thoughts result in mixed feelings When you shun small investments, but (are) pulling scams, looking for big dealings Set out to doubt and block me Strive for success, them dummies say you sold your soul to the Illuminati Weed heads and flunkies yap about business, but got shit for brains Hoping I’d develop amnesia the moment they get to switching lanes My five fingers speak volumes on mugs like Ricky James Plus, your very words will hunt you punks worse than your porn and stripping days I’ll rip your name when inflicting pain You’re quick to blame and give lectures of the sickest days when we was in whips and chains Ungh!!! Your main thing is bluffing A sugar daddy with minimum wage, but a king of nothing, nigga!!! Don’t play with it, boy!!!!!

Hook: (To all you bridge burners) Get a reality check (To all you fucking sellouts) Get a reality check (To baby mamas with the dramas) Get a reality check Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck Verse One: It’s now confirmed, Derm has reasons to burn These little stupid ass niggaz who ain’t willing to learn I know in life, for success is what we yearn But, some of y’all want to act up when it’s our turn To shoot for the same shit y’all getting Instead of helping, y’all knock us down ‘cause y’all feel threatened Since, nowadays, y’all feel the need to be evil And, to think, we went to school with the same type of people When y’all see success, y’all look for feelings to hurt ‘Cause y’all think y’all the world, and we’re the rocks in the dirt Look down on your folks with attitude, so, to make our tempers boil Y’all spit, shit, and piss on the soil When we see success, though, y’all whole aim is to sabotage Emotions with ego that are camouflaged To down talk your own kind with no damn clout Then, walk around with sad faces and your hands out Now, y’all want to go the Angela Lans(berry) route In the world of dirty ditches, I’ll throw the rusty pans out But, who I’m so ready to put on blast These cum-struck numb nuts that brush you off for fame that don’t last No longer than your roster’s career You drop your shit, then find it snapped in half and tossed to the rear Stripped your pride as if your cherry’s getting popped in the tiers Or, shatter hopes like your demo you’ve been shopping for years, fool Hook: (To idol worshipping snitches) Get a reality check (To niggaz selling souls for riches) Get a reality check (To all you slimy politicians) Get a reality check Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck (To all you child molesting priests) Get a reality check (The crooked ass pastors) Get a reality check (Society’s smoke blowers) Get a reality check Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck Verse Two: Quite frankly, I don’t need the media to burn your rep While you suck cock for fame, I come correct and earn respect When on my grind, I gets down to the gristle with my grit I hear you so-called kings lying, but miss me with that shit Stick-figured niggaz think they’re steel get broke in two Pray your hardest for my downfall, the joke’s on you You jack-offs that do shit but slack off Little nigga, big head, think hard, and act soft Now, what possessed you to crawl up out the trash with your dump Just to face the fact you never had a chance from the jump-start Yelling, “Touche”! Should’ve stayed on guard But, since you brought your junk art, you’ll see yourself bombarded By the ones who were once consuming your product You say you don’t need ‘em ‘cause you feel that you’re hotter And larger than the lives of most prima donnas ‘Til you find out your shit is a joke, then see karma Bustin’ through that front door like suicidal Unabombers Crash head-on like a Lexus by a Tonka Look, homie! Either cut the crap Or, treat this shit like a Dave Chappelle sign, “It’s A Wrap” The peeps you dogged out will cast you out with the quickness All the money in the world won’t buy you a heart or forgiveness Now, this shit might pose as a threat Before you start popping shit, get a reality check, nigga Hook: (To all you sorry freeloaders) Get a reality check (No-good hand biters) Get a reality check (Disrespect the next man’s faith) Get a reality check Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck (Pussies step without caution) Get a reality check (The major corporations) Get a reality check (Shady concert promoters) Get a reality check Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck (Viacom and Clear Channel) Get a reality check (The crooked governments) Get a reality check (Suckaz neglecting kids) Get a reality check Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck (To all you flagrant ass smoochers) Get a reality check (Wack artists crying over sales)Get a reality check (Fuckers killing over bullshit) Get a reality check Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck (To ungrateful ass lovers) Get a reality check (Niggaz slacking on their grinds) Get a reality check (Throwing shades on new success stories) Get a reality check Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck (Industries with no diversity) Get a reality check (Salty dudes stalking pages) Get a reality check (Close-minded idiots) Get a reality check Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck And, whoever else get offended by this track. It’s about time y’all get a reality check. Oh, I’m not the only one that feels this way. Take a look around you. Okay? Now, look in the mirror, you bitches!!!

Hook (4x): We evolve; we evolve Verse One (Dermo): We have reflections over reckless moments Through the metronomes, we’re ruling out depressing omens as we keep that message golden Learning and living, blocking leeches that neglect their onus And, make it a point to keep ‘em from putting that pressure on us Exercise the nerves with Muhammad and Jesus’ lessons Tough from war survivals while the cheaters sought an easy exit Retreat to pity trails like ballers from their sleazy exes Living through the social media with all the greasy flexing ‘Til their respects (are) like that of a bombed slum Nowadays, I’m out to beat defeat harder than Tom drums Success is the medicine, but ignorance is set to 10 When they tell you you’re not set for this, so you better get From the horse’s mouth, you’ll get the cold hard truth that shoots down brash sentiments I’m stepping with clear sentences that fly beyond the gibberish Raised in villages where crooks ruling the pillaging Though, music is my pilgrimage Fill these loose leafs with soul, spilling it Multiplied by the rush of adrenaline, steady killing it Bitch, I refuse to fall; I reign in my lane Swiftly pushing pens to break the ball and chain from my brain For instance, wiping slates clean, changing up the scenes Eliminating tumors, rearranging my regime Like coaches, nurses, and scholars replacing all the fiends Or, like the stars with the realities they’re tasting from their dreams Like street rebels and orphans after they surpass strife Or, like former sinners moving far away from their past vices The best solution in an era that’s forever gruesome Is evolution!!! (Talk to ‘em) Hook (4x): We evolve; we evolve (Talk to ‘em) Verse Two (Blak Iron): Took me forever to write a flow down; they told me slow down We all get excited, but don’t get grown now Only a matter of tick tocks before we shut these shows down Gather three of the greatest; don’t contemplate what you know now Stick to the clichés of the script and directors tell you Never stray away from the plan, understand that you’re special 100 hand slap, nigga, that’s the special Told Jeff I dare a nigga to come test you Try my brother, and I’ll make sure God bless you A tissue won’t help you; sneeze the wrong way, you’ll need a vested suit Positive vibes and women friend all in my area Level-headed college kids with no hysteria Vocabulary extensive whenever I pad and pen it I’m upper class like the Senate, Blak Iron’s so president-ed My flows (are) so unprecedented; make sense of the 5 percentage Remodel what I invented, and if I said it, I meant it Hook (4x): We evolve; we evolve (Talk to ‘em) Verse Three (Nate Nattz): Climbed out of the soup primordial From whence sprouted all the cardinals and ordinals Orioles Baltimore, torus like an apple core Been askin’, who's your friend since the middle passage corridor Gotta move forward if we’re stuck on this floor This tenement of temperament should never have a boarder war Hey, Arnold; hey, Gerald; hey, Harold Parts of my childhood to learn lessons of a hero Never blink twice at the media scarecrow They just wanna hinder, turn your compass arrow Back on this bender with my eye on the sparrow My thoughts in the center, growth and adventure Return to the sender and inventor of this harrowed Tale American like feivel gone west for survival But, return to the eastern for wisdom unrivaled Divulge the data in the diptych triptych trifolds Cryptic ancient, but relevant Nay prevalent room elephant In memory capacity, pathways through the mind so organic A Taoist with the prowess, working on the mechanics Advancing in evolution towards the absolution And, hoping that I left at least a little contribution Beyond MLA, and typing up the conclusion More towards destroying disillusionment And, moving with a smoothness that belies the size And, besides the prize that most have devised I resize the eyes and reply to lies As recent as five ticks decent On MSNBC/MSN Message Instant in seconds that reties the lines And define the times as beehive in mind Collective in hind sight foresight is blind But, delight the light and you shall see The best path that is laid out in front of thee Mine is spittin’ these raps so PC And, lighting my lantern green like DC This life is comic as a Marvel page When you understand were all the same at the larval stage Bipedals all crawled as a fetal And, swam like tadpoles when sperming through the urethra And why'd the chicken cross the road to the raptor Or, is that vice versa; the after was tragic Jurassic cretaceous Mesozoic creation The basis the formless the faceless amazing Back when the more was one with the less And, as time proceeds I seek to progress To do what I can and have no regrets The rest of my life from this verse with Jeff bless Hook (16x): We evolve; we evolve (Talk to ‘em)

Verse: Every day, we elude that spot in the loser’s box And, hope to see some sunny days when the music stops A turn of events can knock you off guard with great sorrow Live life to the fullest ‘cause you’re not guaranteed tomorrow Received disturbing calls, then the clouds get dark ‘Cause we were served the words that drowned out the loudest barks And, turned our worlds into black & white like Groucho Marx Bad news can break our inner peace and pound out hearts Straight up, voice of reason tells you life is fragile and precious But, the worst fear would be the unknown; so, through the mess The pressure’s got us questioning our code of ethics With the urge to set trip, make that Tec spit, and flesh would get ripped Situations might get hectic, but, still, count your blessings As tragedy can make us put things in perspective Mainly with the thoughts of you taking that spiritual ride We’d cherish every waking moment on the physical side You’ll feel the Love like Faizon, though Satan plot to disturb the spirit like raped blondes Now, he’ll get dropped like Rae Dawn In Color Purple for the stray harm he wants us to take on But, as the day comes, we prove that they’re wrong ‘Cause we stayed strong like A-Bombs with great psalms that saved son Through the maze, Mom stayed calm in the trial they make hard Your divine soul felt Hell, but you’ve extinguished that blazing fire Your existence by itself is a major triumph It’s living proof you’re here for a higher purpose As the vital impulse above this lively surface Among sisters and brothers, you’re headstrong like Jeremiah Mercer As the reaper tries to curse you Got to defy the odds and fly through hurdles; change pain into a fighter’s virtue Salute to the survivor’s circle You’re unbreakable!!! (Words from J. See) Peace. This is J. See from the West Wing and The Underground Railroad on WVFS at 89.7 FM. I’m here to let you know, you can be in the darkness. But, best believe, you WILL come back into the light. I did… Let love be a fuel that guides you on this path, and please know that we’re all put here to serve a purpose. And nothing, NOTHING, will stop you until you serve it, and execute it, and give thanks to The Father. Peace and blessings on your path and your quest….

Verse One (Dermo): Take eternal strolls, questing for roots that are stolen After the book is open, you’ll find the scrolls that are golden To the heart, it stays the closest, though devils stoop to their lowest As they shipped us across the oceans with chains to keep us broken History’s never frozen, from Africa to Rosewood From Kunta to Roka, then Kool Herc to Oprah Laziness is verboten, will power is potent And, many heads approach the spot, but few is chosen Now, I’m Getting Goals Accomplished As we close our black fists, you’re witness the strength of a united explosion Verse Two (Enigma Sept): Here we go again, rock the boat again Rock the vote again and then start to marchin' But where does it lead, and when does it end And when do we break, and when do we bend And do we stay true to self, or do we blend in I’m no immigrant, but I still feel alien Am I African or am I American Chicken or the egg, where do I begin Start with less hate, come and show me love I am no saint, damn sho ain’t no thug But you wouldn’t know by the images created By the media, got my folks sedated Sit-ins and marching, that there is outdated For real change, need to be more creative Think outside the box; ballot sly as a fox News blues gotta stop; rockin' the mic just to be hot But I guess that just what happens Helpin' with the shacklin' of my brethren just by rappin' Verse Three (MERC): I let my soul march, I'm no Humphrey Bogart I'm a Black man who loves break beats and Mozart I float arks know a thing about so dark The future so dark like hitting ten on a go kart In the middle of the night, I give you vitals when I write I know that's country but I offer this little advice We trading Skittles for our life; she makes it wiggle for a price They say that tickles 'cause they laugh at your little device You call iPads; ask me why am I sad 'Cause I be in the PJ's; you be in a fly pad They both Crips and Bloods, red and blue when they fly flags White in the middle, but you wonder why the lies add Up; move your Chucks if you buck Put your soles down then you pick your soles up You can't let Martin Lufer Kang be the crutch New leaders stand up, new leaders stand up

Hook (4x): Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame Verse One: Open sesame to masterpieces That’ll reach the major heights through bass and trebles made to blast your speakers Change your playlist if it’s the wack you’re seeking Even with your gold and platinum plaques, I’ll leak these lyrics to surpass these weak links Plus, it’s your ass I’m beating Y’all niggaz boast like Billy Bad(ass), but creep with more caution than those contracts y’all breaching The pressure from the savage beastin’ Like the thoughts of psychos running trains in your wife, will have your cabbage leaking Vocal eruptions change your melons to geysers Dismiss those yes-men in your corner; seek some better advisors ‘Cause with pure deceit, they tippy toe into the den to spray But, I’m that cure sent to slay foes descending plagues among a crew of renegades From the position y’all never played It’s best the enemy the enemy skate from center stage ‘cause I’ma end your days like lead exchange This universal sound’s too crazy For niggaz that never move beyond their bedroom radius Hook (4x): Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame Verse Two: No joke when I flex on hits Suckaz trying to step to this is like prom queens getting raped by some exorcists Since that shit you’re fetching us done turned me to a pessimist My emblem of torture’s etched in heads like neglected kids Preparing for wins on you bitches when pimpin’ the pen Your hype don’t mean shit ‘cause your buzz died like Jeremy Lin Your world looks eerily grim (I’ll make stupid killers grieving men) The only Flavor your Unit possesses is sewer spillage seasoning From the lab, you’ll feel the newer thriller sequencing Packed with flows and patterns that is super ill to freak and bend Release the gems to squeeze ‘em in If niggaz plot to speak with sin will see their legion’s end So, leave the trends for these Hollywood zombies ‘Cause these fierce notes obliterate your cockiest armies ‘80’s babies, ‘90’s teens, aeonic cyborgs Supply raw through mic cords that bangs quite hard like Voce Lords Hook (4x): Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame Verse Three: Golden Beat Era & Dermo are storming with Aggressive boom bap fused with rugged raps I’m sure to spit Running through ‘em faster than those bears’ porridges From amateur to pro level, I’m serving sickness to my death like Tommy Morrison Shine on fools ignoring the hidden talent from Florida Claim bodies in ciphers, one of my letters remains victorious Write with bloody knives, the vocal booths will be the goriest Been going the hardest since X-Clan yelled “Vanglorious” That corny shit y’all scoring is what I’ll be snoring to God emcees? Please… This congregation’s scorning you Talk like you’re the hottest when you couldn’t even warm it up Plus, you in the mix with us is like apples and oranges Fuck nigga, I’m onto you You should’ve took heed to the Surgeon General ‘cause he was warning you That your dishonor is bad for lifelines; soon, your peeps will be pouring gin The BIG penalty’s a sure shot you won’t be Born-Again Hook (4x): Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame