...hold up. (chorus) Beat the breath up out ya with the way I rap and kill the beat Leave you layed up, like a wild pack of wildebeests You feel the heat It's creepin up ya feet until it fills the scene And leaves another dead because he thought he had the skills to beat The baddest ickymack a sad rap battle captain Rattle shakin, battle axin, saddled up to see some action Seen his passion shatter factions in obscenely seamless fashions He's machinery developed for enveloping the masses (verse 1) In a rap attack bonanza, leave you locked inside a rocket And he aimed it, and he shot it, outer space is where he lost it Hows it taste the way he drops his fuckin cock up on ya conscience and ejaculates a thousand ickymacks of microscopic And he got some contraceptives but he left them in his wallet and his wallets in his pocket and his pockets on his other pants... Such is life, might take another chance Another glance might have her graspin at the covers fast Bustin a cap, from my lungs and my trap Got a gun that I pack, with two nuts in a sack And it comes with a BANG and it leaves with a BLAP And I've seen a motherfucker leak brains from his cap Seen a motherfucker leave veins unattached With a needle and a little bit of cheeba in a sack Seen the grim reaper leading people to the black And I've seen minds lost like a needle in a stack And I think mine gone too, think i'm on to news of a new loon, ready to balloon soon Bloom in the new moon, lunar cocoon goon Climbing and taking flight and fucking up you weak dudes Prove that you see through, dead on the sea shore or packaged in plastic up at the grocery store Man, ima need more, man ima need more Meat to defeat to the beat with my beam sword! (chorus) (verse 2) Got a magnet on my mattress and it manage to attract the baddest bachelorette set for screamin in a passion And i'm gettin her wet wet, like Bald up in the buildin See we all been makin a killin, so we all been rakin the bills in Just kiddin, my pockets aint never been smaller than this So I ball with a fist And a bottle of Cristal Naw, probably Cisco My god, is this Frisco? Or part of a shit show? Don't wanna be this old (chorus)

(verse 1) Check please, check these, like a sex scene Suck it up or get to pawnin off, like a chess piece Suck it up a straw, like a strawberry nestle Or put it in a needle like a tattoo chest piece Wayne Gretsky, slap shot black pucks Fat fucks fiend for the cream like it's ketchup Put it in between a couple patties of a xanny In a Caddy feelin dandy under ladders like it's bad luck... But ain't no black cats... Only black tar sacks fa ya whack ass Only rap start packs in them white cups White bitches tippin fo's in they daddy's hatchback It goes good with a blunt of the skunk Give a new meanin havin junk in the trunk We in a two seater with my dick in her hand She sick for the gram, and ready to drink a bucket of spunk Yuck. I dunno who taught her like that Bet her father wonder why a baby daughter like that cuz it started with an oxycontin problem, foggy noggin, soggy bottom, feelin rotten till it caught her like that (chorus) Bars n blues, bars n blues Life for me, just bars n blues Hardly it's harmless, it's hard abuse but i gottem by the bottle n i'm chargin too! Pill poppa, get popped Pin prick pupils ain't hard to spot, yock! Pill poppa, don't fall Find him toe up in the bathroom stall, bo! Pill poppa, get popped Pin prick pupils ain't hard to spot, yock! Pill poppa, don't fall Find him toe up in the bathroom stall, bo! (feel it yet? feel it yet? feel it yet? feel it yet?feel it yet? feel it yet? feel it yet? feel it? yes.) (verse 2) I DON'T LIKE TO THINK ABOUT THE WAY IN WHICH THESE MOTHERFUCKERS ALWAYS COMIN UP TO ME WITH HANDS UP IN THEY POCKET MAKE ME NERVOUS MAKE ME WANT TO HURT A PERSON SURE AS HELL, FOR SURE, FOR CERTAIN, I SHOULD PROBABLY BE CONCERNED WITH: THE WAY IN WHICH THESE MOTHERFUCKERS ALWAYS COMIN UP TO ME WITH HANDS UP IN THEY POCKET MAKE ME NERVOUS MAKE ME WANT TO HURT A PERSON SURE AS HELL, FOR SURE, FOR CERTAIN, I SHOULD PROBABLY BE CONCERNED WITH... Take a deep breath as i sip on the codeine Grab another morphine, lick off the coating Tryna get my mind right, riddled with coding Can't see straight, black holes below me Flow eroding, lost in slurred word Perched on the furniture, terse and blurred curves Cursing the person I wanted to hurt first Fist to the face and I taste the burnt curb Leavenworth, Turk Teeth are knocked out Bleedin popped mouth Squeezed and chopped down Please, believe that the scene is me up in a box, locked, talkin shop with demon's soft shouts Squeemish impossible when livin with scarred arms Fiendish apostle pickin locks of them parked cars Dreamin's an obstacle when sleep is a lost cause Feelin unstoppable recievin the dark tar I've sucked a bunch of bucks up my nose Shot a lot of wads in the veins between my toes Came with the same bad news to my bros Dumb fucker, but theres one thing that I know, that's (chorus)

(verse 1 - Robin Black) 2014 im at home playin JRPG’S listenin raps about AR’s and ki’s underground i'm comin through the linoleum this real shit no cubic zirconia poems dope as opium from the pews to the podium im actualizing stanley kubricks Napoleon suckas wanna come around and fuck up my life now i gotta move like the man with the butterfly knife ima scarred barbarian no black card carryin robin black bars are black tar heroin now we in the game but we want the console can a mothafucka kick it like solange knowles? chaos magician with adderol perscription I don’t got optimism but i dont got no competition what i got? options thinnin condoms rippin ganja twistin moms evicted job indeifferent bosses trippin oBama listen cost of mission livin contradicts with robins vison but i gotta flip the composition dont gotta pop presiptions but i gotta get a grip or bicker honest livins with the liquor sippin swisher splittin preteen nicotene fien’n codeine dreamin leanin like robert mitchum I stayed behind, shades and blinds i gave it mine, pain and time made it mine like damon shaped a diamond EINSTEIN state of mind, en-lightened, chains are nice yet veins are vibrant brain precise as laser sightin fucked the game and came inside it layed the pipe and changed the climate plane is flyin camain island bitch this is the rain rewindin haters say im lyin window panes dryin Vincent Van gogh on the roof of the insane asylum paintin lightin strikin son of zeus i came to smite them came to find the fame and hide the pain and hydroplane the lamens likened game despite the name is Starry Night and all yall are are archetypes rockz o’z modern life moderate mic recorder barter carter white barkin bitin martyr writin life inside the heart of heightened violent non law abidin vile wild style writin (verse 2 - Ickymack) triflin! like nothin that you've ever seen! we came with a sword and a gang and a horde and a jay and a bottle of lean! and bringin a tour of the heinous and horrible portable portal to dreams! obscene! beamin deplorable porno that's pourin up into ya sleep! i bleed up in my ashtray she scream like it's some ass play believe that ickymack can't change until i see what that cash say ;) it's easy to be like a mack, mane when ya veins bleedin out champagne and ya team laced with that RANG KANG and ya raps sound like BANG BANG BANG but ain't gang bangin, just hard lords bars like guitar chords we charge like a mastercard and drive far like par 4 that pied piper 25 lighters body cyphers with a sniper rifle they caught an eyeful quite delightful god's disciple quite insightful quite unsightly fight or flighty on drugs? bitch i might be yeah yeah yeah yeah so kick back and just put on that old shit that punk rock gangsta rap rock n roll shit that illy boy, knockout rock, pack anotha bowl shit sack anotha twomp, tryna make that money fold shit unbelievably we beatin the beat up and it seems easy peasy kickin back with my feet up me and robin black on the track, we straight clean up got a squeegie and a bottle of bleach, like clean sneakers they face me, face green case closed, plate clean this A team is saving your soul back to grace, see this rap game is fucked up so it's put up or shut up and we put up that great wall to watch all you fakes fall so play ball lest you get thrown out i came here to throw down i'm king pull my thrown out fucked ya girl but i didn't pull out fucked the world and i made it choke out and you should put a coat on cuz them streets called, and it's cold out can't hold out no mo it's time for me to blow it's time to lettem know ickymacks a fuckin pro man i'm unattackable ain't holdin cash but cashin bowls you bout some fashion thats a joke im bout snortin coke n throwin bows, BO! so let the beat build bitch let the seats fill quick and watch the skeet still drip from the cielin thats the feelin u get like the first time a baddie let u feel on her breasts like the first cigarette after passionate sex better yet, bread n butter after fasting for lent man i dunno what i be sayin im just gassin a bit but i bet it's better than half of that radio shit! man i'm radio ebola, killin every microphona meltin cheesy gorgonzola rapers fast as ice in chowder bowl i'm countin skull n smashin em u countin crows, i'm laughin son her ass is toned like acetone i add it to my gas n run and i run on, and i run on, and i run on i aint singin that thug song just put a little bit of that fun on u cut crust off and do dust off and u must talk i let my gun talk toss molotovs at the talk box and make a mothafucka disappear - lost socks

(verse 1) Now let me spit a little ditty bout this dude named Eric Eric lived with his mama, never knew both of his parents See his daddy didn't care, he split quick on the marriage Dope sick, poke stick, though he knew he could share it Cuz Eric's mama got addicted quick and sickly she perished Cigarette slipped down from her mouth to the chair, it Burned a hole but she was on the nod, couldn't of cared, it It went in flames that came in waves ignoring cries from baby Eric Barely made it out alive, the guy was burnt to a crisp Doctors tried and he survived but now he lookin like this: Not even five years old, the scars climb and grow Across his whole body, face eyes and nose Little Eric went to live with his grandmother in the suburbs And he loved her like a mother, but the boys at school were shunners Outcast cuz his burns from his head to his leg Met a friend one day by the name of Craig (chorus - Maya Castleman) Try to keep your cool But they burn it all away Burn it all away (verse 2) Craig and Eric were a pair, it became apparent quickly Craig was cool, but conscious of himself, so there he quickly Came attracted to a friend who made him feel less icky Together they were broodin bad boys ditchin gym Remember Eric weas a monster far as girls were concerned And Craig was anxious self hatred, over pot that they burned They took turns spittin cursewords aimed at the jerks Who called them nerd, freak, clobbering their low self-worth Through the hatred there was one girl, who Eric cherished true He was practically blind, but she was always shinin through Deep blue eyes, and she always smiled too The only one that said Hi to the guy whose face was goo thats what jocks called him - goo face - you believe that? But this girl always called him Eric, apparently she seen that He was still a human and she really wasnt panderin Eric fell in love with that girl, her name was Amberlynne (chorus) (verse 3) See Amberlynne had some problems of her own, deep depression She was sexualized by incest I shouldn't mention She was drawn to Craig and Eric cuz those guys were also lessened By the weight of this fucked up world, so she confessin All the demons in her closet as the three shared a bottle They sipped until they blotto Tequila Mexicano And her secrets only coddled Eric's feelings of love The only girl to touch his burnt skin or give him a hug And when she looked him in his blind eyes, his heart skipped a beat He was swept off his feet Left the room a second cuz he just had to pee Came back, blind eyes caught a sight to see Either Craig was kissin Amberlynne, or Amberlynne was kissin Craig The only candle left in Eric burnt down to the wick that day And sick in shame he turned away, and solemnly he picked his face Drunkenly he stumbled and he jumped up off the bridge that day (chorus)

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(verse 1) I rap and I rock and I'm doin it all But how come every day i'm feelin like i'm cruisin to fall? And how come every day i'm feelin like i'm choosin to crawl? When I could be killin the competition, no matter in who was involved? Instead i rest in bed, my head is placin truth to my thoughts: Maybe my mouth aint made for spittin, I'm just shootin it off Maybe I'm just a stupid junkie who's abusive and raw A fuckin fiend for the chunky monkey shoots to the arm But then again, maybe i'm the gentleman scholar i feel like i is Cuz when i be spittin the shit that i've written i'm swearin i feel like i thizz When i get mental up on the tempo, yo, my eyes roll back And i go SMACK knowin that nothin is realer than this, right? So anyway, where do that leave me? A bear in the city? Or square in a beanie? Compared to the gods? Or barely the teenie? Still up on the block? Or up on the TV? You see me, believe me, the trees they always tease me Allow me to believe i could be poppin like a preemie Allow me to conceive of schemes of dreamin in the big leagues A sickly sight for sore eyes, with more rhymes than a geenie! Uh! Combustion bustin up the function is nothin Beats get eaten up like piece of meat or treats at the luncheon Stomach punchin sons of bitches wrenchin guts and then crunchin Candy bars and blunts fatter than that cracker you munchin And we always seem the baddest when it's packed and it's jumpin And we always seem the raddest, caps back on our pumpkins And the latter been a matter of fact since back youngin Packed up on the back of the bus with tags runnin like.... (chorus) (verse 2) All these questions swirl around my head and make me doubt myself All these lessons beat me bloody red and leave me out of health All these second guesses get ahead and let the power melt And some days i can't get out of bed, and no shower felt But thats the least of my worries Got some monkeys on my back, they climbin trees in a hurry I got some anger issues that I sweep under the rug And bereavement that got buried underneath pills and 40s Uh. But fuckit it. I'm still here, and I got bars And I've tossed bottles at cop cars And I've rocked a lot of obscure bars House shows get turnt up When we burnt up and on mars Rock mics like chert, son I mean burnt up like card board! It's hardcore! punk rock! fuck you! We won't ever trust you, and we won't ever love you! We ain't got no reason, seen you weakest from the jump, fool! Then wonder at the shows, why nobody ever come through? That's why ill never make it in rap Cuz the ego and the image all it takes to seem phat And the feelings way deeper than they seem on the track A bunch of sensitive artists tryna prove that they trap YOCK. That's why ill never make it in rap Cuz the ego and the image all it takes to seem phat And the feelings way deeper than they seem on the track A bunch of sensitive artists tryna prove they aint that, right?