Verse One: Dermo, hailing from the bottom of the dirty states Kicking verbs that split the Earth’s core with a sturdy trait Speak through wires like the info you serve the jakes Murder tapes and send unworthy fakes to the pearly gates This sober mind puts in overtime to revise the structure In notepads and do some soul touching One thing that best describes me: aggression Represent with that sonic element I mesh with And, go through metamorphosis once metaphors assist The adjectives for restless syntax and predicates Seven knuckleheads tried to destroy my personality I took them out of this world so they can get a dose of reality Devote my life to this art form; not stuck in this game Not stuck in this game for false hope, name, fame, or lost cream I rep for forefathers dogged out with these bastard kids rapping Through it all, Hip Hop will never die like ransom kidnappings Verse Two: The block’s writer shocks biters and stop with The hunger of psychotic titans clashing with top fighters Skills rise like death rates, and beats rush your chest plates ‘Til our names (are) etches in stone and aligned with fresh greats These youngsters popping noise to crews that’s falling on deaf ears But, we grab the mic and smash pride like Beck’s beers Once we strike, there is no missing Shut them down, along with mom and pop stores, for telling lies with no vision Bring the aftermath to those that don’t know the half We erase your whole staff because they chose the wrong path To act a fool while you’re splitting the dro So, when it comes to get downright dirty, you’re hitting the flo’ ‘Cause they hoped to stunt my growth, so I revamped my art And, removed self from parasitic sharks Resurrected passion is phenomenal Soul’s graduated, now it’s Half-God and Half-Astronomical Vicious flows planned with the scratch Dirty states with no talent, y’all got me fucked up like panic attacks We’ll bum rush your cutthroat critic panel, then run you zeroes to the ground quick Seven, hit them with that UthaGround shit

Verse One: Silly skeptics would say I’m mean and crazy, but only judging by appearances Now, it’s time I’d shed some light with no interference I point out past views and share present experience So, with lyrics, I’ll chop it up and go for broke like sample clearance Stagnated from diluted prose Your rap heroes won’t survive this Kryptonite ‘cause it’s the villains you’re rooting for Loco henchmen grow so tense Struggling to go those lengths, but show no strength Now, you’re stuck with more grief than exes to try and match my epics When my worse efforts from the 9th grade’s slaying your best shit You’re getting schooled by snot nose ‘Cause your oceans of poetry are nothing more than shallow potholes Sore losers shipping salty attitudes are mishandled ‘Cause on my shoulders lays a big-ass chip the size of Africa Due to your discrepancy, this tension leaves You more hated than Solar for eclipsing GURU’s legacy Hook (2x): Work hard and smart to set the tone Making history, so if you scrubs get it wrong Raid your sacred vaults and collect your bones Respect the zone or we’ll get you gone Verse Two: I’m filtering out the snickers and doubts; enjoy your laughs ‘cause once my focus (is) loose I’ma disassemble your local groups from vocal booths For a while, y’all bestowed those foolish quotables And, never spoke the truth ‘cause you had them fuckin’ pussies controlling you With that, you’re known to lose like chemo and open wounds It took game from old to new to give this loner boost To flex these techniques like Artifacts when they lowered booms Hid the skills until the inner beast drove me to show the proof Like Obama’s birth papers; let that drama turn major Face the same eternal damnation that serves rapists Allowed your wack stanzas to spoil the beat Watch the throne outside of Rap’s kingdom ‘cause none of you fucks are royalty On phonographs, y’all sound more drained than oil leaks Your defeat’s the most agonizing than poisoned meat Clutch mics to shoot gifts, but can’t bust right Jokes will fall shorter than a reality TV star’s love life Hook (2x): Work hard and smart to set the tone Making history, so if you scrubs get it wrong Raid your sacred vaults and collect your bones Respect the zone or we’ll get you gone Verse Three: You’re a travesty to the Home Team like blacks joining the Klan So, we run with Poisonous Clan, destroying your plans Higher powers feel the massive force, they’re found taunted Get that capitol (capital) by all means, you’ll still get punished Quotes are vintage like SP-1200 Derm’s seeking Heaven on the Earth where Hell’s haunting Your inner soul; so many styles are flipped like Dogg Pound As syllables crush the silly bull in your compound Packed with action; regroup once the maestro runs the loops This General shred your files and son your troops From The Roots, emerge with the Blackest Thoughts; erasing frauds and clones ‘Cause, while you dudes are steady fronting, your career’s a fucking pause moment Fire spat would melt this Cole (cold) plastic world ‘Cause, in the lab, my passion’s strong; best to ask your girl Witness a savage takeover with the quickness Blessed and hung low; get your punk-ass up out my bidness Hook (4x): Work hard and smart to set the tone Making history, so if you scrubs get it wrong Raid your sacred vaults and collect your bones Respect the zone or we’ll get you gone

Verse One: Rise and shine, time to grind, paced for musical joggings From the dawn to the dusk, jumpstarting the noggin Dominate the loose leafs, which the pen carves up Battery’s implanted in my back; the universal is charged up While lint-brains are star struck Saying true spitters died, but we’ve resurrected from days of hard luck Refuse to let a cynic tear our confidence asunder Studied pass raps and removed self from previous blunders Commence the mental cleanse like Islamic lard withdrawal And, return to the drawing board Time to go to war with scores, skin ‘em raw like sores Frauds aim to halt this cause (will) face the holocaust From the ghetto cracks where the rose grew We smash moguls that dispose troops from industry hazing they put the pros through Go postal like civil unrest and keep it vocal And, show you a planet full of liars if they told you The focus isn’t there any longer… Verse Two: Though the swine find time to blind minds, we’d form raps that amaze Filling voids in this cavity age Fists clenched, strapped with the rage ‘cause critters high cap on the stage Now, I’ll bomb on them cowards ‘til they’re banished and slain Visionaries built vintage scripts while snails dawdle in their penmanship ‘Cause y’all niggaz are sensitive Support is that of a corroded kickstand Holla shotgun when driving forces plummet in quicksand Bow out with faint alarms when you plead for alliance But, failed to keep your end of the bargain Beg for mercy when they never stood positions Now, it’s funny as hell to hear them folks bitchin’ ‘cause their damn boats (are) missing And, in the end, they’ll meet omission Clear head, space, and game plan might cure you from eternal afflictions So, with the bull, fly pass me Outsiders rule the Emperor’s dynasty, so it died nasty ‘Cause the focus isn’t there any longer… Verse Three: Here’s the truth that new jacks must face If success is chained to fear, then you’re doomed like snuff tapes Fill with illusions like the Cat Scratch Disease But, plot to run the industry with mix tape mentality Vets disavow the crap you bust like lead in the crowd Light bulbs blew because your head’s in the cloud Placed the hype before your damn craft ‘til your brand’s bad Building your house with torn sandbags Therefore, you got a weak foundation, now clowns (are) facing Entire coast’s demolished as a result of the town’s hating Feel the hard sting and blow like Feds cutting bird supply Beneath the rubble’s where the courage dies From the door, we’ll stone slowpokes biting poems Like children told not to roam in unknown terror domes Sense is gone ‘cause you’re prone to clutch the bone of these drones Since your zone wasn’t sewn, now you’re owned and dethroned The focus isn’t there any longer…

(Duck 13 spittin’ that real) Verse One: Through true facts, I’m able to keep that third eyes open Fighting visual hypnosis made to damage your focus Historically, oppressors had no intent to school people But, rather fool people and rule people with no sequel Batch of lies are stratified To boost ratings, destruction must be advertised At any given day they choose, you’re made to lose ‘Cause world views are ultramicroscopic by these vultures’ biased topics Hopes and dreams are crippled by corrupt politicians Sellouts (are) disgracing ancestral traditions Moving like the spine’s staggering Plus, your blind paneling ‘bout crime channeling would make as much noise as mimes babbling Consider tabloids and drama as Oscar-worthy Then, do hard workers like a vicious gospel clergy Poisoned perceptions become facts Blow the whistle, you’ll get treated like dumb bats with files under the thumbtacks On bulletin boards, through psychological machinery Slanderous reports can turn your life into TMZ Imprison your opinion; then, chip your thoughts like Pentiums Mass trance condemned this planet for millenniums (Duck 13 spittin’ that real) Verse Two: Kill babies, you get rewarded; cheat or fight with dogs, you lose endorsements Breathe wrong, the penalties are swarming Snake charmers in flesh form boast about, but exploit, struggles to make it fashionable ‘Cause tragedy rules Dish it out, but you ain’t able to take it Free your mind and speech, you’re labeled troublemakers and forsaken Hidden hands blocking progress; they chiefly blow spots By killing leaders, then turning rebels ‘to pacified robots Objective is fear for the easily influenced With strings on your visions, they lead you to ruins The malarkey? Heard it all before like cameras catching predators Posing as poon settlers or embezzling senators Warped by faulty news feed that outweighs the positive Without cyber space, your accomplishments (are) anonymous Evil schemes will have you ripped for their sins ‘Til you fight the machine’s rage boxing idiots in Propaganda’s the hottest commodity since the Space Odyssey But, mind power builds nations; crushing devils with God Degree Hard to keep trust when the system’s been broke But, you sodomize futures with pen strokes? SODOMIZE THIS!!! (gunshot) (Duck 13 spittin’ that real)

Verse One: Since the start of this, classic gems were dropped like Nautilus The greatest rappers of all-time are dead or disheartening Demons stirring up the drama, now they’re shaking like Parkinson’s ‘Cause their covers (are) blown like Nintendo cartridges Part your wigs like half-moons; destroying bone marrows and carnages And, dog niggaz ‘cause y’all turned solid gold hearts to shit This death (Def) blow will get your squadron hit Taking it to stages like Parliament As fire fills up the lungs, I’m illin’ on scrubs with a guillotine tongue Fuck your flimsy buzz; I’d rather listen to William Hung Silly when some would say your hopes are smoked through crack pipes But, those savage battlers can’t even survive a catfight That’s why you’re played emotionally like Big Worm We’re spotting dumb-asses fucking their fame away like Montana Fishburne Grimy collages stem from a rough breed ‘Cause, while we work to succeed, y’all jerks just suck seeds Hook: Cats lost their slots It’s over for the playtime; the side-talking stops Ne’er do-gooders plotting with a plan to derail me Will soon to see their world premiers turned to grand finales It’s Dermo, The Furious WordPlayer The nonsense is crushed by the gimmick rap slayer Ne’er do-gooders plotting with a plan to derail me Will soon to see their world premiers turned to grand finales Verse Two: Listen here, I got a message for your so-called nice click Stick yourself with an AIDS-infected ice pick The purpose of words and hands are to strangle You couldn’t shine with us if J-Dilla was your guardian angel We haunt your minds worse than child molesters You could use Doug E’s beat-box; you still couldn’t come fresher We blaze rhymes like Large Professor With skills uglier than Celie eating out Aunt Esther Niggaz running down these standards: wack is the new ill Soft is the new hard, and fake is the new real Dollar sign’s the new soul, and dud’s the new classic With those backwards tactics, y’all turned to melted plastics Sloppy bosses got these rookies paying costs By annihilating villages; that’s why this generation’s lost Wasting smarts on faulty moves, and never played your cards right Now, you’re stuck on basic farce, while we straight evolve ‘Cause the technique is ill, son….. Hook: Cats lost their slots It’s over for the playtime; the side-talking stops Ne’er do-gooders plotting with a plan to derail me Will soon to see their world premiers turned to grand finales It’s Dermo, The Furious WordPlayer The nonsense is crushed by the gimmick rap slayer Ne’er do-gooders plotting with a plan to derail me Will soon to see their world premiers turned to grand finales

Verse One (Dermo): Welcome to these wretched lands where everybody suffer but the culprit The truth remains eclipsed from the lulled tricks Commandments are forsaken by puppet masters from pulpits Loyalty placed in the wrong hands will get your skull split Distance is kept from dipshits With less room made for the games; minds warped and scripts flipped When you’re at ease, cats test and itch for busted lips Then, once the ruckus is brought, dimes dropped and freedom’s stripped So, we don’t resort to selling ki’s and grams We’re thinking of an upgrade from Mickey D’s and Spam Set a timeline to leave your current jam Though the areas are gentrified, you’re determined to build a game plan To preserve your community, but you’re met with mutiny And, granted no immunity by suckaz speaking lunacy Sad to see, truthfully, that kids master truancy Start behaving ruthlessly and rule out unity ‘Til mothers break down from a sentence of a eulogy And, girls are promised the stars, but doomed to promiscuity This cruddy system drains the life’s energy They say, it’s best to step with ease But, you’re in jeopardy of getting erased from known memory with no clemency But, fuck that, the ultimate goal is serenity Prospects redeem themselves from street servers to head of an embassy Following successful recipes so your future heirs can uphold your legacy In the pursuit of health, love, awareness, and wealth And, plus, you won’t feel as if you’re scarred from slave’s welts It’s best that you pace your step ‘Cause niggaz bark on how they touch souls, but can’t save themselves Don’t even waste your breath ‘Cause you’ll get dropped quicker then bath salts blended with crystal meth, or, worse, brain death Hook (Lox Tha Rippa): There’s a war going on in the street We’re living in a cold world, so they pack the heat Don’t sleep, Babylon a sit pon di seat And, yu dun know they don’t want mi people to eat (Blow!) In the ghetto, they want guns to clap Drugs, basketball, and can’t rap Mash up your dreams with a baseball bat Stress fi mek Blackman have heart attack Dermo talking: Yo man, this concrete jungle is vicious, man. People’s minds are so twisted. They help the oppressors bring ‘em down, man. Therefore, there’s no advancement in human life. Verse Two (Dermo): Some folks living with emotional warfare are spiritually impaired The moment you step out your lair, you’d feel the heat from cold stares of sissy niggaz Since those squares never fight fair Now, it’s war they declare ‘til you’re stuffed like éclairs from fingered triggers Some would sell a zip code out for a taste of Diddy’s figures And, predators pounce on prey with vicious vigor Craving for the high life like George, Weezie, and Lionel For crumbs, we turn to vultures ‘cause the gut touch the spinal For some, the bar’s the church, the bottle’s the Bible The liquor’s the Father, Son, Unholy Spirit, and rival The shots are the forbidden scriptures that grip you ‘Cause you tend to miss the signs from the fatal mixture So, you guzzle ‘til every ounce is up And, Tyler Perry films, gospel plays, and soap operas are relationship counselors (yeah, right) ‘Cause love’s lost, and hate rules the household Fam(ily) structure is destroyed; they grow soulless and cold As the days pass, the world starts cringing With street brutality, you don’t need Old Sparky or syringes Played lower than manwhores that are burned from facing yeast ‘Cause they follow lost vanguards that yearned for wasted streets Pathetic tactics got your men in the dirt ‘Cause you proceed to get ratchet on enemies’ turfs Before you hear the final drop of the hour glass’ sand And, your life is in the next man’s hands The words ring, watch who you’re trying Sugar-hearted try to measure up to the live men That find numbers of excuses to blast their irons In these modern days, beef stays open like hymen Without the remorse, they strip you of your timing ‘Cause, from the sound of thunder and lightning, your face (is) colliding head-on with ghetto Vikings The blindly-directed cease to check angles One false step, you’re left mashed and mangled Hook (Lox Tha Rippa): There’s a war going on in the street We’re living in a cold world, so they pack the heat Don’t sleep, Babylon a sit pon di seat And, yu dun know they don’t want mi people to eat (Blow!) In the ghetto, they want guns to clap Drugs, basketball, and can’t rap Mash up your dreams with a baseball bat Stress fi mek Blackman have heart attack

Verse: Since 9-1, spring season, felt hunger, ate beats Spit with determination, flow hard like Grape Street Snatched wins, took losses, rose quick, stayed stronger Built words with heart, kept guards up to last longer On the low, peeped scenes, stepped up, shook chiefs Wised up from wrong hustles and cooked beefs Formed groups, branched out, couldn’t paint the same picture Egos became downfall with no fixture Not only that, we grew distant Through that, I made the promise to stay persistent With sharp focus and swift approach My tongue flips the prose and voice rips the shows Plus, crowd support and full attention ‘Cause I go through so many moods to swing in one dimension Who’s like Shaq in his prime, shattering rims Motivated to smash beats conducted by Hym It’s big DermDZL, Florida’s renegade Pose in B-Boy stance at center stage Dues payer, crew slayer, most of y’all could use prayer Fabricating stories from Dons and true players With vets’ approval, I’ll bring it back to the raw again And, salute all my folks from the region of origin And, worldwide, contrary to what critics think I was born to hold positions in these Hip Hop ranks So, I’ma let you know…

(DJ Qvali scratches) Verse One: I shine smoothly with mind jewelry that becomes a sacred find to the streets Plus, I’m not fond of time doing me Glide through these beats, blasting the Tom Foolery Jokers get wild on the idiot box, I’m taming you con’s coonery Peanut-brained niggaz aim to fill space in the gallery Of music, true shit, I won’t be wasting my salary On useless proclosers* in nooses That choose to boost the amusement fused with illusions Niggaz press up their weak tapes to rule the fastest route I wish I lived in a bubble so I can tune your asses out Artistically, you phony MF’in’ rappers (are) doomed ‘Cause y’all put more emphasis on crabby poon than crafting tunes Scams are bigger than building fonds Rhyming morticians can’t withstand this fierce cremation; fake reporters get killed in slums And, still, live wires are reduced to faint vitals Though tortures are just display items, ducks panic like late cycles The level I be on, I’ll mash cats for eons Plus, I run with veterans and bypass these peons That extract crap that slips through dentals With lack vocal projections, your cypher’s a haphazard instrumental Saps acting presidential; I’ll flash raps that rip and injure Then, outlast crabs in this agenda Barks are thunderous, yet too frail when facing disturbance Godly wrath’s abolishing your atheist sermons (DJ Qvali scratches) Verse Two: The effects of hearing your recordings Are equal to mixtures of Oxycodone, NyQuil, and extreme boredom So, miss me with that sales pitch ‘bout how your clans rip While you was jackin’ your sister’s crayons, these scriptures was engraved in Sanskrit Once the samp(le)’s flipped, I’ll supply the audio vaccination That brings hope to your hapless nation Hometown heroes reach the Zenith with crappy sequence I’d get better fulfillment with dumpster leakage Stupid fucks follow Twitter chaos just to get a lift up Then, crash and burn harder than suicidal drifters Just to stay clear, it’s time to raise the stakes here Halt your work like AIDS scare in porn and change your Candy Land to Cape Fear Bump that, loudmouth adversaries Trespass into this booth will enter the realms of Pet Cemetery Change your livest shows into a practice scene ‘Cause ain’t nothing sweet or super ‘bout your wack 16’s Feel my fire faster than serpents of sinning I see red (C-Red) with a bloodthirsty appetite; I stay working and winning They called up Derm for the blitzing on the herbs of the business One light breath would wipe out your further existence with jerks out position Before the day starts, I’ll salute that positive force For dangers that stain your souls as if you’re sliding in whores While niggaz boast on how they work tracks, but driving off course Then, got your empires sinking like Poseidon, of course Derm reign champion when I collide in this war As I stay in heads and nerves like a violent divorce WHAT!!! *proclosers – port manteau of the words procrastinators and losers*

Verse One: Once Upon a Time In America, within the City Lights We have The Dreamers and The Believers, choosing to Keep Right Some educate the kids, entertain the crowd, patrol the sights Pass the Bar Exams, reign in sports, or live the Tech Life For 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz Crews capture real-time Action Packed Adventures At The Speed of Life Folks win Trophies, but are slaves of their past The only change they’ll give is the Forecast Unsure of Unpredictable Prophecies We got Future Developments at The Apartment, Building Blueprints to Escape Pure Poverty The Future Is Now, as Time Waits For No Man ‘Cuz Life’s a 50/50 Gamble, start fulfilling ya plans It’s best to Grab What You Can before the Grey Hairs come If ya move too slowly for so long, ya done!!! Tales of Suspense tell ya ain’t nothin’ sweet The Raw Footage from The Tape became the Soundtrack for the Streets While most can use the Jewelz Street Gospels are often dismissed as Sex & Violence by delusional Politics As Usual Since it’s the good name they’re bashin’ It’s either Me Against The World, or stay Connected with Smooth Assassins I must be The One to Hold It Down Keep It Movin' at Godspeed with verbs and nouns I Am a Street Disciple Speaking From Xperience in No Man’s Land And, keep it Hardcore; get mo’ grand slams Kik Off The Untold Truth from A Stolen Legacy In A Major Way on a Curb Servin' an Illin Spree I got to keep that weaponry sharp so they don't heckle me But, why break my sweat when they move slow like Centipedes Willingly accept the low roads, but The Entity Is set to reach Cloud 9 when Smokin' Blunts Effectively Loose cannons would get yo' clan flipped Salute to Streetwize Grand Champs on some Grown Man Shit True Players switch from Ashy To Classy, Sittin' Fat Down South And, Violators of the G Code? Lights Out!!! Conceal Contrabands, and if stoolies spoil it Run pieces of ya reputation and ligaments in Swamps & Toilets Supreme Clientele discuss The Raw Factor If the Top Dogg release the hounds, ya jaw's fractured And, the fiends get wrecked 'Cuz they didn't get the Quality of Uncontrolled Substances checked Therefore, they're So Far, So Gone; became dreaded Stereotypez Plus, they fear for their lives Soul On Ice, sent on The Farewell Tour Beneath The Surface Tabloids Disturbin' Tha Peace with Fables, defeatin' purpose Masters of Illusion take an ugly turn Start The Kaos Effect to the Point Of No Return Pawns In The Game are shook to press The Panic Button hard like massages Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars have the world Brainwashed Verse Two: When Grey Skies form, they make ya days grim Below The Heavens, Dare Iz A Darkside filled with Project Mayhem Vultures are on the prowl to devour We live in Gory Days When Disaster Strikes in Thee Ungodly Hour Last Chance, No Breaks and No Mercy for contenders Missing Deadlines as they Stress: The Extinction Agenda Cycle's Undun; many get caught in the trap Try to save a kid, just to have him Die In Your Lap Took a fall from the caper This Week, they want some Getback, so they compare their Hit Lists to Torture Papers Poisonous Mentality leads to Gritty Brutality In Realms ‘N’ Reality as kings become Casualties of War As they Enta Da Stage fightin’ for what’s Hard to Earn Now, the Worst Fears Confirmed They say, "Vengeance Is Mine", though The Block Is Hot The Lost Generation declared, "We Can't Be Stopped" But, one needed a Change Of Atmosphere to get the clearer Visualz Got with ATLiens for A S.W.A.T. Healing Ritual Once Niggaz4Life before they studied lessons Now, they're Refined Warriorz Gettin' Free with Resurrection Chances for survival Almost Neva Was, left him shaken Shell Shocked, now Nocturnal, received The Rude Awakening An MBodiment of greatness without hesitation Tone goes from Total Devistation to Universal Levitation But, here's the kicker He's focused on Dah Shinin' of his Life After Death, now that he sees The Big Picture Body Of A Life Force can never be the Final Call God Sound and Holy Intellect were put Here To Save You All It's Livin' Proof there's plenty Riders Of The Stormy weather Soul Survivors are Still Standing 'cuz We're In This Together Had to talk to ‘em…

(Intro: Dermo talking) Verse One (Dermo): Before I end up a Rodney, I’d become another Tupac On the laws that’s corrupt; we plan a new plot to do cops They’ve had this planet too hot; now, so is my temperature from the treatment so unfairly Now, they search for peace? Spare me Our generation grudges are too strong to let go These streets (are) in too deep; enough to fuck your pride like Frisco (Love it!!!) This goes to crooked governments that are covering lies for glory Quick to patronize lives with stories The news bore me ‘cause their minds are awry While, the pigs abuse their authorities, creating scenes that (are) gory Harassing innocent humans with brutal methods ‘Cause the bullshit they cause creates a fucked up effect For the families that are suffering emotional damnation From the loss of loved ones by the hands of complacent… Force, who think emergency’s a joke and not important If that ain’t enough, the big wigs (are) committing extortion For their own benefits; and, while they test our fate They lay us off jobs to place us in this messed up state Mentally, so even if they demand respect for infamy They stab backs and pitch us in prisons for ten centuries Though, cures and better schoolings aren’t known through these facilities You’d hear these old saps bitch like, “Why did you mention me?” Wasting time building the next countries’ democracy Then, leave us all hanging; leads to one big hypocrisy Censor the rebel? Ain’t a damn chance of stopping me From speaking my piece ‘cause, like Deck, I bomb atomically With vengeance; understand that I’m vexed ‘Cause predators tend to rip us like American History X They wish to splatter our brains and snap our necks on curbs Most hypocritical terms are protect and serve Chorus (Dermo): Too many Benedict Arnolds regulating the rules So, we’re striking many nerves ‘cause they’ve been having us fooled For years, putting us out our premature miseries ‘Cause they’re itching to make man, woman, and child history Chorus (Duck 13): Where do I go when Protect and serve men Ain’t the law that’s provided for me Verse Two (Duck 13): It’s rare that you see me cover issues like this ‘Cause I seriously believe no one really gives a shit Sure, they blog and tweet about it, but if they was really ‘bout it Laws would change and rearrange into something we can be proud of But, a cause is just the next day’s fad Last shorter than the careers of Color Me Badd And, I’m not saying this, as if you should give up There are those that fight everyday with no luck ‘Cause they believe the control and power lies in us And, the lies in us is something we can’t trust Then, that cop that’s unjust is something we must bust Hold him liable for his actions; weed out the corrupt Let me look down, my soap box not big enough People in the back can’t hear me, so turn up… Carrots, let us walk these beats “WorldStar” every time a cop pulls that metal piece That All Seeing Eye’s turning the tables on these streets We got it all on film, you fucker, so feel free To turn in that badge to someone who’s worthy We’re dead tired of the swine; you’re lying and dirty Where the fuck is E&J, my nigga, ya heard me? When Derm and Duck get on the track, the shit’s news worthy When Seven Cypher lace the beat, we speak superbly This that Get Right Music, so get yours early Chorus (Dermo): Too many Benedict Arnolds regulating the rules So, we’re striking many nerves ‘cause they’ve been having us fooled For years, putting us out our premature miseries ‘Cause they’re itching to make man, woman, and child history Chorus (Duck 13): Where do I go when Protect and serve men Ain’t the law that’s provided for me

Verse One (Dermo): We’ll tell you straight, the bull runs the marathons like the biggest tournaments ‘Cause this gritty city life hangs your asses like Christmas ornaments Unseen in them cinemas; shift locations with large bucks Even with plenty hurricanes, we never stay washed up It’s summer all year round; in Dade, there’s no fear found (If) you step out your mere bounds, we’d force you to clear town In Little Haiti, land of the cutthroats, where they’re clowning them foes getting pounded by Zoes (And) the dudes from Richmond and Goulds wild out at center stage; dominate with all kinds of control We spit the livest of flows; we don’t tolerate half-steppers that put the shucking and jive in their boasts From the jump, you’ll see the sign at the door), “Never be surprised when we smoke. We’re never hiding the dro”. We’re fly when we post; don’t trick, but we’re keeping our games tight when approached by the finest of hoes With stories untold, we’re writing the scrolls of life to get up in them with venoms to shine in them shows We use elbows and hands to raid your snot box All praise to Pac Jam, the classic shit since Hot Rocks When setting drama, suckaz scurry once the shots pop Down in The Bottom, shottas maintain that top spot Chorus: Florida, the melting pot for the cultures Where the strength from the warriors prey on the vultures It’s homegrown… In the tropics, backwoods, and the swamps Battle-tested, never quitters as we stomp out the comp It’s homegrown… In the land where we yearn for the truth Feel the powers in the numbers from the branch to the root It’s homegrown… Verse Two (MERC): It’s homegrown… Anybody wanna muhfuckin’ fly, come see me, M-E-R-C Down where they got that real fire green leaf; ain’t got fire, then you bet’ not beef Love that place where the sun shine bright; and, if that’s wrong, then I can’t get right Temp goes up, better hide your ice; niggas come out, better hide your wife Back in the day, we was on that Splack; girls in the Guess jeans throwing that back Ain’t gotta guess, we was on that yak (Cognac); gotta go halfway on that sack Look at these palm trees, calm seas; hate my state, you can palm these Rain’s coming down like it’s all threes; on the bottom of the map, better pack your strap Chorus: Florida, the melting pot for the cultures Where the strength from the warriors prey on the vultures It’s homegrown… In the tropics, backwoods, and the swamps Battle-tested, never quitters as we stomp out the comp It’s homegrown… In the land where we yearn for the truth Feel the powers in the numbers from the branch to the root It’s homegrown…

Verse 1: I met you on a hot summer evening Drawn and glued to a sweet soul that was beaming Felt the cold feet 'til my approach started easing Took a minute to cast out the timid demon Broke the ice to keep me from feeling tensed You're the reason I appreciate a woman's strength Healed from mad pain; plus, you're known to never act strange Chumps move with feeble attempts to blindly guide you to the fast lane But, you maneuver through these crass dames and past lames A heart full of warm love; it's no wonder you got the last name Burned down that buster named Oppression to the third degree Pimp-slapped that trick named Adversity Hurts to see a loved one depart, but we receive reminders that the spirit is eternal Through the essence they're returned to Each day's a different chapter, took time to learn you But, it's a virtue to be in your long-term crew Chorus (CandaceK): Complications, predicaments life puts us through The one stable thing I can count on is you You’ve been a friend regardless of where life took me through I’ll forever hold a place in my heart for you Verse 2: Jerks that stepped with hidden plans are now cursed and lonely Got a sho' shot, so I refuse to revert to phonies A misstep nearly subverted the homie When I showed up unannounced, you wanted to put a hurting on me I could fault you That's why I took some steps and fixed errors to keep our ties more solid than the Rock of Gibraltar It would've been a major crime to play blind Cancel our time and spend it with some wretched swine That played you cheap; I wasn't with that Glad I muted suckaz when they yelled, "Split, hit, flip, spit, and quit that" Saw something special in a flesh-made angel Who never let a vice get my judgment entangled Nurture your son with proper jewels to savor his growth As the ships get rocky, make sure he's staying afloat The most prized possession, glad I've found it I pity fools throwing monkey wrenches to your kindness Chorus (CandaceK): Complications, predicaments life puts us through The one stable thing I can count on is you You’ve been a friend regardless of where life took me through I’ll forever hold a place in my heart for you Verse 3: Folks on the sidelines try and shine like Caddy's wood and diamonds However, true colors were seen with good timing Deceit and propaganda are living proof that the hood's grimy Once those foes left, you stood by me You've kept me calm once my mood was getting colder If you ever feel low, I'd be your extra ear and shoulder Devotion's unconditional; know that I'm not kidding you Never sell you false dreams like bogus politicians do As soon as you speak, we take heed At your happiest moments, you'd smile so hard, it make your face bleed Your fam embraced me with open arms; kept me from staying miffed Through your glowing presence, I've received the greatest gift So, 'til death or betrayal start playing their parts I promise to keep us more potent than mace by the narcs This friendship's like a mural, ain't no wasting the art Just so you'll know, you'll always have a place in my heart And, that's for real..... Chorus (CandaceK): Complications, predicaments life puts us through The one stable thing I can count on is you You’ve been a friend regardless of where life took me through I’ll forever hold a place in my heart for you

(Xxclusive trash talks) Verse One (Dermo): Word to infidelity, it’s war; serve birds on platinum platters Slam y’all with haste that turns the Hamptons ‘to Afghanistan Rip through you hypocrites like chicks with dicks Letting devils split your cliques to score your biggest hit; you’re not legit, so quit Like heated mama jokes; from the gut to windpipe I erupt lava notes that lead to your grim life You would’ve been tight, but y’all (are) lacking the balls in rap Since y’all (are) never pausing the crap; now, it’s asses and jaws I’d tap Get to specifics, (I’d) kick sonic ballistics Y’all vomit diseased colons; that’s the only way y’all spit sick shit Style’s cramped in padded rooms, putting stops to your flows and “bitchness” ‘Cause once my rhyming method turns ‘to a ferocious Blitzkrieg Your rep’s in league with a sitcom named Christmas: CANCELLED!!! I stand equipped with scripts iller than blue waffles Supply the final nail to crucify you fake apostles A major dick burning more pussies in houses than brothels (Xxclusive trash talks) Verse Two (Dermo): Now, that bullshit, return it to sender Y’all Jayson Blair niggaz jump in the cypher high-cappin’ ‘til y’all collapse like jive pretenders My ex-women were worthier adversaries And, fuck your punchlines, I kill with fighting libraries Now, I could go as smooth as my speaker box, slam my lower love between many thighs Or, straight slaughter clowns with Pennywise End your run like Oprah for 25 In cages where plenty died with brains and pens for genocide Forever hoodwinked by nincompoops from blogs You’re no factor, to conquer your fears, go eat some raw cougar’s balls Nasty how I’ll do you all ‘cause your crews are soft Plus, you silly billies bust more blanks than neutered dogs Unruly dunces lack tons of class Pull your hoe cards fast; now, that’s a real blast from the past We’ll scold ‘em, torch ‘em, crumble, and fold ‘em For touching dynamites with no soul; claiming y’all got the mics, but I’m the one controlling (Xxclusive trash talks)

Shout Outs

Hook: Passion’s lost ‘cause they stole the barter’s luck They say, “dumb it down”, but I’d tell ‘em to “smarten up” Leave those hair-brained schemes for the charter bus And, don’t start with us Verse One: Broken promises and smear campaigns are as worthless as a stiff Congress Doubt lingers ‘cause you never kept honest Walked the loner’s path so I don’t get gotten ‘Cause, with all the kiss-and-tell gossip, you could tell pompous jerks been trapped in R. Kell(y)’s closet With that, I’d wreck comments and neglect offers I use the top, and not the kind that makes that thing between your legs hotter Metronomes set compass as fresh authors Bless contents for the break they rarely gave Nell Carter Though the madness distracts, I’m out to master self-knowledge And, fill my chronicles with bare essentials, word to Kleph Dollaz Attack tracks like lead poppers Harder, then slicker than jigalos and cult-like pimpin’ that test convents Paper gangsters shelf prophets as they intercept profits ‘til their reps fallen So, followers are left with failed homage Like jet bombings, public figures met constant fear of dirt from their ex-goddess Or, contact with a next comet Hook (2x): Passion’s lost ‘cause they stole the barter’s luck They say, “dumb it down”, but I’d tell ‘em to “smarten up” Leave those hair-brained schemes for the charter bus And, don’t start with us Verse Two: When situations stay intense I’m dodging lost battles in psych wars with nimrods that hate their skin And, stay sharp and clean like Dayton rims Blood, sweat, tears, time, mind, body, soul, and beats are made to blend Soon as we lace the gems, we’re told to break and bend Fall in line with the latest trends, and forsake your friends to taste that win Made some slimy moves that disgraced your kin And, disregard your worth like fresh gear and a waste of gin Bitten by snakes with grins that later wish to make amends It’ll be the coldest day in Hell before you see the J pretend I peep game through woes that folks’ brains expend Reckless once fame began; now, (are) calling for the pain to end Similar to virgins trading senses for some fatal trim Lights are staying dim because they view life through grainy lens It’s said, “From the cradle, it’s Heaven; then you’re condemned to Satan’s den Because you flash like switchblades with sin.” Hook (2x): Passion’s lost ‘cause they stole the barter’s luck They say, “dumb it down”, but I’d tell ‘em to “smarten up” Leave those hair-brained schemes for the charter bus And, don’t start with us

Verse One: I’m fighting off the attraction of you drama magnets Pressing to drain my energy with unwanted baggage Pick and choose extremities to provoke war I’ll have you feeling the cheapest since crack and coke whores Side note: on you, I’m stylin’; fly with vowels Which, by design, inspires violence; rhymes will silence wildest tyrants Erasing germs with that pesticidal remedy From a thought’s fraction to a holographic legacy So, while you’re out seeking more thrills I’d build patterns so ill like digesting raw road kill As we advance, your regime’s stuck on baby steps ‘Cause wasted threats are where you place your bets You ain’t a Don; your empire takes shorts like block extortions Rebel and you’ll witness the bloodiest mess since botched abortions When unleashing the fury, the top consortium Put it in overdrive like Rock’s distortions Hook (2x): Brainless, lame kids that dis to get famous And, get a name quick ‘til their melons meet the stainless Audio genocide, the cast-iron danger ‘Cause y’all can never hang with this predatory slanguage Verse Two: I’m savagely medieval; leave no sequels for creep foes After I turn your booths into demolition freak shows End of time’s approaching; there’s no room to be cordial Built for combat; malicious techniques remain immortal Bending and twisting your rules Pen stabs with full force ‘cause when I smell pussy, all I do is vision your fools My screws (are) loose, I’d put these war manuals to use Once hate levels linger the hardest since childhood abuse Rap scene’s too flaccid ‘cause you bustaz been lax Now, feel the sudden impact of my Southern syntax As a result of my rapid-fire conniptions Frozen cadaver’s your new job description ‘cause your inscriptions were flawed like apocalyptic predictions Start acting mean And, we’ll beat you to death in no time like Backpack’s Maschine Biting these chronicles would be your ultimate death wish You’d rather get moist off of a Black Mamba’s French kiss Hook (2x): Brainless, lame kids that dis to get famous And, get a name quick ‘til their melons meet the stainless Audio genocide, the cast-iron danger ‘Cause y’all can never hang with this predatory slanguage Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!!!