Play this song
[Intro]
Give it up, we—
[Verse]
Somebody tooted in the student commons
The bell rang, he went home then   argued   in the comments
I   watched the doppler move
I watched a   child get introduced to violence
I beat you to the point, my noose is golden
True and livin’, lonesome, pugilistic moments, riveting
Come get to know me at my innermost
My family business anguished, now I need atonement
I set the goals, half my wings is broken
I spread the other for my brodie OD
Tiptoeing too much love, my sister showed in a rut
We getting over sinning up
Living in the moment, you been corrupt
Have some ginabut
Since a jit I figured what’s the use in giving up
I can’t give enough, shilajit in my sippy cup
Healing cuts, but real-really
I’m refilling the pump, no concealing it
Enemy up in arms bearing snubs
They just freakin’ see the cub
My memory really leaking blood, it’s congealing, stuck
Pieces in slums, one, peaking in the dust, weaving
I remember woods
I remember endo when he wasn’t remembering much
I remember love healing the ruptures
Feeling rushed, grew up quick
Trip around the sun, this my 25th, give it up
Gin and rum
We wasn’t supposed to be alive, no funny shit
[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it up

We gon’ touchdown! If we make money
And why can’t you be satisfied with what you do? Well, it’s not, if your little fickle minds would’ve caught on, but you didn’t
See, I don’t rap for the green, I mean, I ain’t greedy
But I also know what it’s like to be needy, and I will never
Go back to poverty, see, it ain’t easy to try to step
Away from entertainment, separate it from CDs
And everyday it just seems like we’re beefin’, even the media’s
Meat eaters, they gotta give you something to read
Or you won’t buy it, believe what you wanna believe
Let ’em feed to you the BS, P.S., peace to T.I
You gon be ‘aight and we out
[Chorus (fading)]
Everything I do is number one that makes you two
And that spells trouble for me and you
‘Cause that’s how beef starts between crews
And I don’t mind if I debut at number two
So why do you? and Shady, baby, they gon’ make a bigger riot
When we touchdown! Back up in the private charter plane! You know how we do what we gonna do
When we do it and we don’t give a fuck what you’re doin’
We gon’ touchdown! Play this song
[Intro]
CD’s ain’t selling no more anyways man…
Look at SoundScan
I really don’t think it matters if…
[Chorus]
Everything   I   do   is   number   one that makes   you two
And that   spells trouble for me   and you
‘Cause that’s how beef starts between crews
And I don’t mind if I debut at number two
So why do you? [Verse]
It’s like our legacy’s pregnant, we’re planting eggs every record
They’re beggin’ me to release a CD every other second
But don’t expect it, ’cause every time I get hit with that question
I just deflect it, get Cashis or 50’s record and check it
And Buck is out like get these motherfuckers out ‘fore I smack ’em
Plus T.I. Hold your head up on ’em! We gon’ touchdown! just dropped an album now, go out and get that one
And I got a whole stable of artists who’s able and fully capable
Of holdin’ a label ’til I figure out when I’m ready to drop
Or maybe not, Shady, look how hot you were on top
You were pop, you were so popular, now you’re not
You’re all washed up entrepreneur, how’s it possible? You know we gon’ get it crackin’ man! [Spoken Outro]
Peace! If we make money
And why can’t you be satisfied with what you do? I told you ain’t no way to keep ’em quiet
With T.I.

An imposter clique thick
Don’t got a job, I only ball off pick-six
I’m fraught with friction, in July, we had shit lit as Christmas
Hollins been sensed niggas been lyin’, but we ain’t gon’ mention
Boo hit the stu’ and started sweating’, told her this the kitchen
You knew the rules
And we knew how to shoot the loopholes, jugo, beaucoup loot
And my kin and ‘nem got the cannon, you gon’ juke or boogaloo? Had a chance, didn’t crush me
We gon’ get it by all means
Rest in piece to my Ras G
Raw Fruit in the box, seeds
Let go, then I got wings
I’m seein’ red, I’ma charge
You seein’ red ’cause you salty
I keep the tears out my mind reach
I put my fears in a box like a prayer that you won’t read
Spirited Away the whole thing
Peerin’ away, I won’t leave
See you starin’ into old beefs
Ticket booths where they told me
Thickest thorns on the roses
Pistons roarin’ like I’m Rasheed
Pistons roarin’ like I’m Ben Wallace
Pistons roarin’ like Chauncey
Fill up somethin’ ’cause I been drivin’
Every time a nigga didn’t spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin’ Play this song
[Verse 1: Mavi]
Man
Lost my dawg to the staircase, took the highest spot on the podium
Ghostin’ niggas, probably   smokin’   to the thought   of knowin’ us
They loss a part   of growin’ up
Spurned is learned, I had to keep a wedge to get out of the rough
Fuses clipped for nuisance, disrespect ’cause we carried enough
I promised I’d bury the grudge, preparing the carrion grub
Larry Oops, I was lost in the alley, in the air but not stuck
I spun ’til the lost of my grandmama buried the dunk
Send ’bout a prayer a month, through the above
Niggas moody but imbued with the funk
Better shit to do than play with food
The rhyming Rubik’s for fun
But I do what I want, ayy
And I rue what it was later, a looter as such
Confusingly up with paper
I’m shootin’ ones with the judge if he sentence my brother
Been with him, muzzled us from the cradle
So we goin’ to the grave with this shit
If we join the second line
The ancestors’ll hand us a drum to load the second time
Somethin’ scary ’bout airin’ out the shit I compressed
The fare gettin’ fairer now, the cost is
An arm, leg, an arm, leg, and a head
In all bread, the conquest for text, I’m pawnin’ the rest
My Bompton partner spawn when donning the red
I’m all on they neck ’til my car park is pardoning French
Spar with a few niggas, sparkin’ at the larger percentage
What’s alternate when the losses come as often as wins? I been spinnin’ around the answer
Non-definitive, I just crammed it
Outward gifted, inward feel damned
I took my lumps, my bruises, grooves
What the fuck are you to do? [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Every time a nigga didn’t spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin’
Harry Potter with the Dub-D’s
Magic hands, nigga, what cheese?

My soul and my heart
All in it, keep fishing
Gone, the macabre finish
And miss my Pop dukes, might just hit me
Depending how I play my cards
The wind whispered to me, “Ain’t it hard?”
I wait to be the light shimmering from a star
Cognitive dissonance shattered and the necessary venom restored
As if it matters if you think it matters anymore
‘Cause shit be happening with quick results
They couldn’t fathom all the damage that had to get done
Piglets in a barrel we cookin’ up
Don’t get a sparrow, no harrowed runics in that there tomb
And a share of deadly flowers bloom
Holler rabidly, we stare at you
And say a prayer
Let’s take it there like carrier pigeon
50,000 roots, none of ’em rigid
Some of them wicked how they grew Play this song
[Verse]
Double back when you got it made
Thirty racks and weed, no fat in the collard   greens
Off   top was me,   no cap, I don’t bottle things
Flashin’   grandmama rings on her fingers and fondle the thing
Hollow with glee
Not ominous but James Harden D
Weak niggas guarding will peak
Followers just like me
I lost my phone and consequently
All the feelings I caught for my GF
My hands was on her wings
I took ’em off, had a story careen against the bars
My canteen was full of the poison I need
The trip as long as steep
My innocence was lost in the East
Amidst the thick exhaust
Ahki hit the horn, it beep
Mention my sentence is strong
We all that we need
But don’t call me brother no more
I keep my sentences short
Stack Pendleton keep me warm in the winter
Ksubi’s cuff done hit the floor
Doobie Brothers where the city morgue
Who would truly love a visit from us?

Fuck! Oh my god! Play this song
[Verse 1]
I been runnin’ my mouth around the corner
Chasin’ it down the street
I cash in my   words   like I’m a   billionaire
But I don’t have food to   eat
And I keep talkin’ like I’m taller than the trees
But my eyes never see much higher than five feet
And I keep on tellin’ everyone the truth
But maybe that’s not the move
And everyone wants to hear a strong opinion
If it’s the same as you
And they say honesty is the best policy
If that were true, don’t think all of my friends would hate me
[Chorus]
Society is suckin’ on your dick
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
Society is suckin’ on your dick
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
[Verse 2]
There was a time, this guy, he tried to tell me
“Men can cheat, women can’t”
Then he proceeded to ask me out on a date
And I fuckin’ laughed
If you’re a woman, you were made to pleasure me
But out in public, hide them shoulders underneath
[Chorus]
Society is suckin’ on your dick
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
Society is suckin’ on your dick
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
[Bridge]
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
I’m that motherfuckin’ bitch
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
You should be suckin’ on my clit
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
I said, I’m a, I’m a, I’m a bitch
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
I dare you, stop me
[Chorus]
Society is suckin’ on your dick (On your dick)
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch (I’m a bitch)
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
Society is suckin’ on your dick (On your dick)
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch (I’m a bitch)
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
[Outro]
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
Watch me
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
I said, I’ll be that bitch
So stop me
Well, that song’s done
Song’s done, you’re done
Fuck! A banger!

Play this song
[Intro]
3, 2, 1, jump (Ohhhhhhh)
3, 2, 1, jump (Ghetto, ghetto)
3, 2, 1, jump (Ohhhhhhh)
3, 2,   1,   jump (Ghetto, ghetto)
[Verse 1]
Yeah,   back from the dead motherfucker
Hold up,   back from the dead motherfucker
Guilty for killin’ these stale motherfuckers
Look straight at the judge that’s what I said motherfucker
Fell in the pit and bumped my head motherfucker
Bounced back on two legs motherfucker
Got shot with a silver bullet, ate the lead motherfucker
Sleepin’ on me, go back to bed motherfucker
Shoot ’til the water runs red motherfucker
I’m the son of a gangster, you scared motherfucker
Take a shovel up out the shed motherfucker
This planet could trimmin’ the hedge motherfucker
All the celebrity wed motherfuckers
Better leave the talkin’ to TED motherfucker
I ride dolo in that sled motherfucker
M.W.A., yeah motherfucker
[Chorus]
Ghetto cowboy
Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Ghetto cowboy
Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Ghetto cowboy
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and now I’m feelin’ great motherfucker
Prime steak is on the plate motherfucker
Went from sellin’ that mixtape motherfucker
To headlinin’ 100K motherfucker
808s motherfucker
I serve the bass motherfucker
Tell hip-hop it’s a new day motherfucker
At that rock and roll pace motherfucker
Outlaw, yeah that way motherfucker
Hold up, yeah, that way motherfucker
I’m an animal if my heart breaks motherfucker
That’s why I’m hard to shake motherfucker
Blood, sweat and pain makes motherfuckers
Well I must be a made motherfucker
Down here with no breaks motherfucker
M.W.A., yeah motherfucker
[Chorus]
Ghetto cowboy
Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Ghetto cowboy
Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Ghetto cowboy
[Instrumental Outro]

Play this song
[Chorus]
Send my regards to the mother and father
‘Cause somebody’s daughter I just fucking slayed
Blood on   the   carpet, it came   from my heart
Once I start, I   can’t stop it, and now we are prey
[Verse 1]
I wanna dive in you tonight
Wouldn’t that be special? (Mental)
I’m fucking drilling in your dead soul(Woah oh)
[Pre-Chorus]
I lost my mind, yeah
So I made y’all’s mind up
Two souls and a dance with the de-
And only one comin’ alive
[Chorus]
Send my regards to the mother and father
‘Cause somebody’s daughter I just fucking slayed
Blood on the carpet, it came from my heart
Once I start, I can’t stop it, and now we are prey
[Post-Chorus]
(Aah, twerk)
Go until you see the light
(Yeah)
Baby, do you see the light? (Special)
‘Cause you’re so fucking special (Special)
And I think we ain’t a rental (No)
I wanna get you so high (High)
‘Til you feel it in your mental (Mental)
Do you feel me in your mental? (That’s right)
[Verse 2]
Call the coroner tonight (Tonight)
Blacked-out girl it’s a funeral (Funeral)
She was dead on arrival (Arrival)
Heart crossed, hand on the Bible (Alright)
[Pre-Chorus]
I lost my mind, yeah
So I made y’all’s mind up
Two souls and a dance with the de-
And only one comin’ out alive
[Chorus]
Send my regards to the mother and father
‘Cause somebody’s daughter I just fucking slayed
(Call the coroner tonight)
Blood on the carpet (It’s a funeral tonight)
It came from my heart (My condolences tonight)
Once I start, I can’t stop it (Go until you see the light)
And now we are prey

Play this song
[Intro: Mach-Hommy]
Uh-huh
Send me the invoice for all that shit
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we   can   enjoy all that   bread
Send me the invoice
Send me the   invoice for all that shit
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that shit
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that shit
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that shit
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that shit (Uh-huh)
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread (My nigga)
Send me the invoice (Okay)
[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
Too much resin, resin, not enough resin
Too much 77, not enough 7
Too much Evanescence, wake you up inside with a Wesson
Too much dereliction, nosedives for the wretched
Shoot a Mac .11, take a vote ridin’ on the jet
And do a chapter 7, chapter 11
Session for session, foot in your ass like lederhosen
Suppose that, allegedly
I was chosen to keep your speakers broken
Allegedly bespoke and smokin’ we keep the beacon glowin’
Serrano, ham leg, hangin’ in the window
Arrested Development Mr. who got the cards flipped? Wendal
Surreptitious niggas would miss a info
[?] sicko
Or catch me at no awards ceremony
Perish the hegemony horse feathers homie
Delicatessen hoagie, pressure on me, never lonely
Tenderonie, skeleton extra boney
Never phony, relish the testimony
[Spoken Word]
And I began to riot
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Bend we don’t break, swing we don’t miss
We just might might be okay, the same voltage
Hold the charge like the phone lit
No regards for the bullshit
Who all in? Who on shit, who get the target split
Who on your marksman’s bad side
Going in landmines, don’t count steps
The old chest said it’s about time
Slow breathe, cold flesh made her mouth cry
We know death, alright let’s go left
Hand signs, still with the bands like lead singers
Niggas remember them camp fires
I dip when they capsize
And swift hit the roads kickin’ cans like chivalry dead
You really dead, but we still ahead
Couple clips left, couple lips cleft
Hammer and nail, Hommy and Earl
Spotting, got ’em from the top of the hill
Wrote it on the foggiest mirror
The quality thorough, ill
It’s all I could spill
There’s more I could do
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
[Instumental Outro]