MGK. Thanks for the beat. I’ma get it, gotta give it back to the street. Ima natural no level go-getter beach. I am sick like a low level sorta heat. Me, You. Sort out the whole skew. Jews aint really generous, we’re kinda the few. That are looking for a new sorta so better, no letter, shopping mall with the dope better kinda food. So get better with news. Stack cheddar, I DO. At least I will when I find something better to do. Ima veteran dude, true. I’m better than you fools. Acetaminophen is my medicine to rule. Get 'em a new tool, instead of you new mules. You newschool kids think it’s better to do duels? Well don’t! Cuz what you spit is an edit, upload the post ima stick this to Reddit. BOOM, BAM! Bitch you’re pathetic, while I move suit with a boost so kinetic. I’m a new youth on youtube too, but I do, don’t do, what I used to do. But I chew through chains like I chew through food. New to the game with my wushu moves. So move out the way if you don’t do Fu. Kung, come get some. What, you Coo Coo too? HA! Yeah, you must be bitch. To get close to my tongue with a 1,2 kick. 1,2,3,4,5. 1 through 6. And I’m quick with a fist & my kung-fu grip. This. Is business, and I’m in this. I took from the start but there aint no finish. I look from the heart, but I aint no chemist, so I’m ripping it out & spittin' it independent. Me, You, Her, Him. All of us wanting that furskin. People working, equal persons, while I’m in the backroom bathroom jerkin’. Slackin off, cuz when I work yea I’m fed up n stuff. But I don’t ever work, and it’s never enough. And oh shut the shit up, think you’re better than us? Well then prove it and move with us, get up n thrust. And just bounce! Groove! Get outta my way bitch, move. This is my time in the limelight and it’s hightime that I get what I’m due. So do you see what I do when I do what I do. Hangin out late at night with no curfew? Yeah we Coo, We Be. Doveshack & Warren G. With the ECSTATIC Zee Thas me. So put your ear to the ground, when I come around town y’all LEFT leave. BITCH! I’m attackin the racks and the leaflets. Trash all the CD’s & smash 'em to pieces Believe this, I’ma fraction o Jesus. Judas o rap, & I rapped since a fetus. NASDAQ, Stack stocking genius. Fap! Fap! All you jackoffs can beat it. I mean it! Get the fuck out my place. And I’m sure as hell winning if I’m stuck in a race. "Duracells" Upping the pace, from a jog to a run till I’m up in your face. Fuck if you aint, got nothing to say, man spitting what y’all spittin is a fuckin disgrace. Rob Ford on tour with Puffy & Mase. All or nothing, when you're puffin' the base. Onboard the Condor with contoured broadswords Then longboard Jon Dore but suck with a mace. Danke de Schoen. Don’t need her, dump her again. Don’t leave her letting her forget she left you stuck in the rain. Without a buck & a name, she left you nothing but pain. She took it all, left you shit but feeling fucking insane. Pain hurts, I too feel nothings the same. & I too feel fucking ashamed. I do see a purpose in persons working together for the better but we’re lucky to change. But it’s worth it. If we work to just work with what we have, well that’s perfect. Not worthless. Far from it. Inert to immersive, our summit. Sum it up, the sun is up. I don’t mean to rant, but this summit sucks. Shit's dumb as fuck. Why the hell do we sell ourselves out then suck it in. "Tummy Tucked" & on the up and up, I got that Nucky Luck. Luciano slash Soprano. “Nucking Futs!” Nuffs enough, and we're fucking up. Ima huff & puff & blow down HufflePuff. Slither in a Griffin Door & steal me a Ravenclaw. Satan saw me, and he freezed 'till I made ‘em thaw. Raw’s what I been since I was a kid, 15’s when I knew I was gonna get big. When I knew that I too, could be doing what they do. Spittin ‘couth as a youth in the booth, I did. So I flew from the coop, on my own off a stoop. & I swoop and I shoot for the moon. Ya Dig?

You got a place where you live, and the biz isn’t big it is snubs and it’s slugs to the ribs – Nothing give, nothing gained, nothing is when we don’t give it, give some love to our kids – To cadets, I’m in debt for your bravery, salute yes, (Yup) I’m impressed that you’re savin’ me. Savin us’ injust fucknuts in a rut yeah you must not be like me cuz I’d hate to be. In a position to be missin’ what I love – Feelin sick in the submission I’m addicted to the drug – Little haze, give it days I’ma Saiyan when I blaze but I’m still a little chicken to a Dove – No peace just meat in the world, AK’s MP’s in the world. OP’s, OG’s for the world, More Zee More me, O.Zee for the world Cuz this is your city, your home be proud. Cuz this is your city, your home be loud. POW POW, BANG BANGs what you see now. But soon is a new niche, unique rebound. This is your city your home, nest it’s Your city your own home protect it. For the shells tell the foretold war was wreckless And everybody before had a deathwish. But we can change in a world full o hope. I’m sure of it, assuring I’ll be showing you the ropes. Breakin down any walls, unplugging all the moats and fences wont defend us they won’t – When we mend what our fences provoke will we then be dependant of pennies when broke. And at most we are many, and many cant float – But pretend we are many with plenty o boats. MARCH And so we keep going, keep fighting. But what are we fighting for? Yea you strap on your boots, and tie up your coats And take a stand that’s reliant on hope? But your plan isn’t viable though. It’s desire desired by higher up joes. Where they hire & lie to promote. They’ll throw you in the fire and hide in the smoke. You a rider, abider or both. Nope I am neither sir I’m for the folks. To decide on a side isn’t known to incline but to blind us. Divide us, high time, and the tides can remind us. That we work to be minused. Work to be worked on and Work for the mindless. Work isn’t worth it in worthless environments But work and you’ll work till your work is the finest. & work and we work so the worst is behind us. BOOM (Echo) That’s one child gone so another one come in and BAM (Echo) Another life lost, right off the bat like Cot DAMN (Echo) Will we ever learn and take our turns to share this land and demand what we can from the outstretched hands or give ‘em help, or give a damn. Nope, nah, never gonna get it. But my hope is the most so im never gonna sweat it. Instead it’s a piece and a place, of peace in a race. But it aint no Piece o cake to keep One side off anothers keister aint it, heinous how we can be so anus, anal when we see easels painted. They will see equal, even pain is. Painless, and even these evils name is, famous. Fame is, nothing that we seek to save us.

I don't jog I don't walk I run this here. Tie your shoe here we come this year. Raise up your cup if you feel this here. I run this, I run this. I run this, yeah yeah. I run this, I run this. We run this, yeah yeah. We run this, we run this… Verse 1: This is me, O.Zee on the scene, szeen? Ima king, let alone my own dream team. Gimme shots and a glock & a 'zine see… How I ride, 'Stay Alive' like a "Bee Gee" Easy's how I do it. Hard's what I hustle. Ima shark & these cards Ima shuffle. Ima shove it, double, duffel the fags. & struggle, tug it, stumble up it 'till I stuff em with Swag! This is my O Zone, so go prone. You no names, getting all psyched from YOLO. Once is too much a life for homos. Getting all hyped & liked for "so so's". Ima known pro, wicked as Frodo. Kick it while i'm spitting, I can spit it a solo. So low, so far you're no knowns. No skill for bars so go home! [Chorus] Verse 2: I try to be killin 'em, reelin' em in then dip. Feeling a rhythm never deriven in a 3D flick. City 'o' millions i'm in the billions when they see me spit All of my children, even the villians theyre like "Zee, hes sick!" So how do I do it? I'm the influence for the best. Spitting 6 different rhythms on a breath… Never the less. Never to quit. That'd be death. I'm in a fix. So to fret would be wise, so come ready. Are you set? So get up and go, all the way home to your mothers. I'm in a zone, all of my own. Not another… Person is lurking up in the perches purposely working to hurt what I've working on my own dome like my brother. And i've been a winner, what with a killer-instinct. Fighting Godzilla wasn't a thrill but when I killed her. It stinked. Yeah I said "Killed Her" cuz Godzilla was a woman. And I aint afraid to say if I could save her life well then I wouldn't [Chorus] Verse 3: Ima cynic sick as shit when I spit it. Sick as Sith's, you will suffer like a bitch when I bring it. Listen this, is a myth to missed when Im livid. So resist what I spit and shit, you are finished! But gimme minutes and a couple o beats though. I'll kill it how I feel it and i'll chuck it a free-throw. Over tops it's, Zee is obnoxious. Talk about sick? I am nothing but toxic. So to stop this, there's nothing you can do. Everybody envies like "I'm mad at you, DAMN DUDE" It's not my fault my attitudes "Can-Do" But can't do, or can't choose, multiple mans to. Scan through, & mend with. Talk and befriend with. Send your ascendants through sense of attendance. I pen this, this pendant. One made of aggression. To end this defendants one plea of attention. [Outro]

[Intro] ABCD, EFGH. IJKLMNOP - Ok, Ok. [Chorus] Eyyo. Eyya? Eyyo! Whats Happening? We spit it efficient 'till we're sick until we fucking yak. Eyyo. Eyya? Eyyo! What's Happening? Let's give it to them quick and persistent and show them how to rap… J.MOVILLA [Verse 1] We all know that this life hard. Tryna breathe, easy, sun up til night fall. Is Me Against all odds, O.Zee believe me. I get the same, when the dice roll. Lately i been Going crazy. feel like I'm in a psych ward. weight on my shoulder, waitin' for disclosure. up all night long. i'd gas no face no cage, no topper but im stuck in a case with snakes, who talk to jakes, pigeons, snitchin' tryna get me lock up *tellin'/dey tellin' but i keep on pushin'** i hold my own reps n sets up with this overload, on my chest, at it, like im overdosed *overdosed ain't choppin', but im out here gridin' 9-5n, only got me survivin', barely, slavin' workin' is it even worth it? thinkin whats the purpose Life got me nervous, maybe cop some e's and be of service only thing certain, life takes you where you divert it Like The World serves you a pair a die, if you roll snakeeyes, roll that bitch again,for paradise i keep it a hunnid and run it, until i be huffin n puffin, to haters Say Fuck em', and give it until i got nothing, to front em, Double F, G keep pushin'. [Chorus] O.ZEE [Verse 2] Ever had a life that you could love, but then it fell through? Into budget cuts it’s not enough that you’re in hell too. I aint wise & just but when the justice system fails you. It’s a bitch & it’s called “Life” it up & fucking sells you. Into boxes packing, ripping, picking up the shells you’ve. Left to live in, living out of boxes on the shelves food. Try to grab it grasp n pick up pieces but instead you. Never get it when you want and what you wanted can’t be held you. Should try a little hope & tough it up & get the fuck up at it. Up outta those shoes, outta the blues kick the fucking habit. Outa the used into the new, and come fucking grab it. Fuck is you fucking up for fuckhead, I’m a “fucking” addict. Ecstatic rapper while dapper when on the mic. Hack & Slasher type attacker im accurate with a knife. Stackin chapter after chapter, disastrous is how I write. And use an axe & acid bath for combatants I never liked. [Chorus]

[Intro] This goes out to all the underdogs. All the people living shitty without the world even knowing it. All the people living like I do, hidden. [Chorus] Close your eyes, count to 5. Everything will be all right. When the Morning Light. In your head, count to 10. Save your breath, all will mend. When the Morning Light. [Verse 1] Every night I go to sleep thinking shit’ll change. But I never get to sleep, [Nah] I just sit insane. I still be living broke without a dollar to my name. While my friends be spending dollars like a dollar aint a thang [Dayum] And I’m sitting here alone, thinking o how I’ll keep a home. Thinking of when & why I’ll lose it, and be stuck here on the road. Cuz it’s only a matter o time that I’ll be stuck here on my own. I’ll be sitting up from sleeping rough & stuck here in a zone [Fuck it] So I just sit here by myself, tryna make sense of it all. Tryna forget about the gun. Tryna make sure I stand tall And I’m always tryna run before I make sure I can crawl. Tryna be the man Im sposed to be and make sure I don’t fall. But if you do, you get up, and then you push it past your limit Keep it cool, not a doubt, keep on running till you win it Run the bases, double-out nd keep running through the innings. Put your all into this shit, and then you run until you finish. [Chorus] And everyday I try to sleep, hoping shit’ll change But again I wake to see that everything is still the same. Thinking of the shit I didn’t do and threw away. Thinking of the different in difference I coulda made As a kid I’m tryna leave when I been raised up from the block As a kid I’m tryna lead and find my way up to the top. As a kid im tryna dream and find my way up out the Dot But I still be sitting thinking, fuckin stuck here with my thoughts Regret is a disease, regret is what I bleed. I regret I let my enemies & friends get head of me. I regret that I’m obsessed with what is never gonna be. But I’m done regretting shit, nah this kid has got a dream. To be living like a King nd be living with a Queen To envision being big, to be given limousines. This kid has got a plan to be the kid that’s on the scene But this kid is just a man, that kid is me. [Chorus] To those who lost the ones they loved, and can feel them from above. There’s no wonder you went under and retreated to the drugs. There’s no one that fixes utter loss of feeling but a slug. But their love is always there, it never leaves, never does. And that’s what keeps you going, that’s what keeps you strong. That’s what keeps you living everyday, going on. Knowing that inside that that person is never gone. They’re with you giving worth with the purpose that you live on. So make it worth it, when you work and be working to make a mark. So keep on working till berserk & your work becomes state o art. Under surface every person is perfect beyond the heart. & ima search until it’s surfaced it hurts but we gotta start. To be the nurse redeeming Earth and show this world that we can. Be the reason that we’re breathing 1000’s worlds in advance. So I believe that every person in this world has a plan. Like the Universe to the Earth, just a pearl in the sand. Or a star that’s in the sky, to the moon above up high. We will rise, we’ll arrive. To a place of space & time. To erase the disbelief and have adjacent state of minds. Do we make a place of peace or leave the sake of us behind. So come with me on this journey, & come with me on this mission. Come with me and trust me we will, make sure that we make a difference Come with me on this journey, come with me on this mission. Come with me and trust me we will, make sure that we make ‘em listen. [Chorus]

[Chorus 1] You want it? You need it? I got it. Cuz this is how it's going down. You want it? You need it? I got it. … O.ZEE [Verse 1] They call me Mr. Positivity, opposite of pessimist An optimistic Optimus, I’m never going negative. I’m lockin onto Otticon an Autobotted Emmerich An MGS equivalent of Ocelot irrelevant But it’s hard to weigh up to these people in biz. These kids, staying up just to peep another vid. These kids they stay up while I’m sleepin at my crib. And I’m here tryna tell ‘em I can teach ‘em how to live. But steppin in the scene is how I did since I was 12 I delved into the shelves wit cd’s of Big L & it helped I excelled and now I’m better than I was. But I fell into the dwell of getting cheddar for drugs But if everyone does, then we’re dead in the mud. So I war with and for till were many to none. To afford to record tracks and tell em the thugs. In the format I’m for and that is spreading the love. [Chorus 2] Radio is playing my song, and I got a record label that’s putting me on. But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy. Ima do what I gotta do. And… If you not relating, it’s hard not to hate ‘em. Don’t care what they saying, I aint changing. That ain’t classy, that ain’t classy, that ain’t classy. That Ain’t Grassy! CRACKERJACK [Verse 2] Nope. I don’t strap a gat & I don’t have a stack of cash or a black Cadillac at my back when these cameras flash. But do I have talent? I don’t even think you have to ask. It’s a challenge watching famous motherfuckers rapping whack. Crackerjack; a rapper that will have to smack a whacker fag. After that, snapped his back and tell him not to act a track I laugh at cats who brag bust shit they don’t never ever had. If you can’t rap the facts on the mic then go and pass it back. So I can fucking smash the track. Ye I got a knack for that. Used to skip class for that. Recorded then mastered the track. Make a big mixtape burn the cd and pass it to cats. Yeah its my habit to rap and I’m still an addict of that. And music’s whats I care about “Fashions for fags” So I’ll just come and go, the sound is everlasting the craft. Music taught me to be brave, and to keep it classy in fact. Instead of being mad, be happy for things that I actually have Like… [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2]

[Intro] Whispers: "Onimishu" [Chorus] This is, this is, this is, this is. This is, this is… "BLACK MATTRESS" This is, this is, this is, this is. This is, this is… "BLACK MATTRESS" [Verse 1] Ima certain serpent searchin demon that's unleashing from beneath of just the earth while I murk you on the beat quick. Sacred secrets on these sheets made of sheepskin, to de-fend, from kingsmen and again as i repeat this. These covert code words are hard to beat kid, hit the streets kid, and then get blown to pieces. I bag limbs in fragments to keep this, world from the scum and crack sick diseases. Fact is you act up im smackin you speechless. My skill is f'real and i practice to keep it. Believe it cause no one, with a shotgun, im a shogun of the tounge and you've got none. Game in this game and your aim isn't hot son, switch from Mach 1 to the speed of a top gun. Militant militias in a minute when i drop tounge, like i pop guns when it's Pac riding shotgun. [Chorus] [Verse 2] Most people say to stand and bump to their music, I say sitdown bitch, hit a bump to my music. I dont mean to influence drugs but I trust how you use it, What the fuck am I saying, just get fucked and abuse it. I don't give a shit man, from beginning to end you can stick it through the lip its, you can sniff and lick pens. Hallucinogens man, pretend it never ends. As long as your tracks aint whack with no edge... There aint a problem with you, lets keep it honest with you, I want some lyrics when I listen's what I wanted to do. But all i'm hearin is these bitches with a glock in the booth. Some medicore shit, thinkin that they Pac or they Proof. Well heres some proof, get a grip. You aint talkin the truth. You aint sick and if you are's cuz you coppin the flu. The only time you feel raw's when i'm talkin the food. You aint ill because skills aint to common with you. Cuz im the only one doing it, the only one prodigy, real as it gets so forget mediocrity. My rap is a path which I smash through economies, so sell your every stock and invest in my property. [Chorus, Outro]