Paradox Blues

P. Van Sant



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Intro This right here is a vocal exercise Verses and freestyles, 3 to 1, that's a ratio Ayo so lemme explain how this is gonna work When you hear this sound (Gun Cock) That means I'm about to go in off the top of my head Everything else is pre written These verses are all wordplay The tone and the emotions of the lyrics change They progress in the same way as the album does Think of all these verses as the cracks between the songs It's extra. I want to recap what's been going on and start to hint for what's to come This is where I, elaborate on what I mean You know, this’ll, this’ll help explain my ideology There's knowledge hidden in here that's gonna make the album click together No Backups, no editing, it’s just gonna be one vocal track ya know? I’m gonna keep it nice and simple Simple beat And I'm a real emcee so I don't need a crazy beat to flex I just let my lyrics do the talking So uh, how long did I make this beat? 45 minutes? Yeesh, alright...Let’s go Verse 1 Ayo, don't fuck with me Don't fuck with N!cky G I run rap like track like Steve P Ooh-wee I got the lyrical heat The inferno that burns through your journal (Mos Def) I'm out for blood like a Crip I'm swashbuckling ships Put my roots with my loot like a pirate All my music, Internet pirate- -ed I'm violent when my mind is dilate I spit so much it drips on my own dick The only thing I'm riding is my own dick And the only thing I write is my own shit That's a shot at ghostwriters and my consciousness So let me tell you what my options is I can either be pompous or an optimist And I can even sell celibates if I was a black market auctionist, the new clients monogamous I got this shit like a gastroenterologist I like to pop my zits And be with A B.I.G. butt Notorious (bitch!) Shut up and listen I got more christenings to give I'm a monster like the loch ness I could ground you up and eat you like sausage And if you're easily nauseous don't watch this cause I'll go straight for your esophagus Just playin, I kill ‘em with kindness I'm full of life like metropolis You know I rock this shit Swing a sword at it like a Boblikin Leave your one legged friend hobbling And I got lines like red Robins fries, bottomless Verse 2 Sometimes I don't believe in myself like I'm heaven sent Sometimes I don't feel myself, self-celibate I could save a million lives and find a way to talk myself out of the relishment Cause nothings ever good enough for a perfectionist I've been too negligent with my intelligence I've been a resident inside of being hesitant Focused on the irrelevant No longer can that be my precedent Time to develop my replenishment And Let my actions become the evidence I got big shoes to fill now I grew up and filled out But a lot of my dreams spilled out I robbed myself and took the till out Feeling like I shot myself in the face With bullet cases Put holes in a lot of situations But now I'm trying to raise my innovations Climb to the top of the Appalachians Where I can grasp my aspirations That's why I bleed in every rap that I'm making Every beat is yeast, I been baking The lines are the icing to complete the cake I had patterns of bulimia so I stuff my face I wilted, but I put new flowers in the vase Water myself everyday Sunk in my roots Opened my eyes, to obtuse More than right, then left into flight Got high I'm off my vocal pipe Then ate the ripe fruit Happiness is the pursuit Shoot any dispute Ain't no problem I can't compute Ain't no dispute I can't compute And I'm en route to becoming the progidy I’m en route to becoming the progidy I’m en route to becoming the prog…prodigy I’m en route to becoming to prodigy I was when I was 10 Except now I'm a grown man I can really do things now I don't have to pretend Like I used to in my bed- Room, look at the starts out my window and tell myself "I'll be there soon" Verse 3 I started out as whack I took the time to fine tune my craft Fast forward my time lapse Now I rhyme tight with no slack, I'm back, I’m back, I’m back, I’m back I'm back and you’re addicted to me like smack So INhale my words like crack Relax and let your eyes roll back I'll align your spine with a tap I can see my abs now I sat up, I got a six-pack now But that doesn't add up, my hunger should mean I'm Santa Claus fat now At last I finally found my knack I took the bite from the apple on your mac And regurgitated it back into this rap I got more lines than topography maps I more obsessed with myself than making sure that you clap But I know you're sitting there in your chair making your head move forward and back I molded these rhymes to be harder than a cast I reed(read) and breathe more jazz than a sax I stick to my pacts I'm truthful like that I snack on anything like a pack of rats I'll give you a smack if you say you hate blacks But as a matter of fact, I hate black cats If I see one in my path, fuck that I'll take the long way back And I'm a scholar in college but don't ever say that I'm frat rap That's whack crap about smashing fat racks and raping girls with fat asses IF I EVER SAW THAT HAPPEN I WOULD RIP OFF YOUR NUTSACKS I kid, but don't give me a reason to create a bloodbath Chorus Clips, Clips, Clips, Clips Reload (Gun Cock) Reload (Gun Cock) Reload…Shoot Freestyle 1 (I see these things, these things that I bring The metal, wood and clay to which I cling Which I think Will be what I die from So I might as well enjoy it now so why run? I put the world in my lungs I think I’ll die young And spit it to you as the truth from the blunt that I speak And spit it to you as the truth from the tongue that I speak Listen to me spit these bars as I’m freestyling) Verse 4 This is a warpath you can track by the bloodbath Contractions of a muskrat Jump the fuck back I got my palm on my nutsack My other palm’s in the palms that consist of my dub sac, Ha! I got a Backwood under my mustache I hide my eyes with some sunglass-es I copped for free, fuck your logo fashion I'm comfortable with who I am, I don't need to be masked in I'm back and back in as the captain of these captions An assassin with verb-al actions You, plus your crew, is still a subtraction I'm narcissistic I only think about my rations My mind is the abstract rap contraption so fasten Your seat belts, this is a wild ride Resurrection from a mind that died Guided back into the life of light Then applied with a wide stride of pride Never slip or slide Never tongue-tied I reside in music to confide In my thoughts ideas and fears I'm in gear and I’m not looking at the rear view mirror I found my career It appeared at a severe time of fear I engineered it to be premier And Now I see with my ears And I'm in the clear of the frontier Fight or flight? Stress me I might take your life Smite ya with the height of what I cite Take a bite I'm a knight of the night I dwell in the moonlight when the ghouls have goon fights I'm outright polite face to face But when I write, I might just put you in your place I got the sleight of hand, point and case I work real hard every day's a rat race Verse 5 I'm about to inject you with the verbal slime The vegetables of rhyme Nutrition for your mind Poke your nerves in your spine Emcees be all over the place with their rhymes While mine remain defined Glued to perfection I kiss the mic with affection My mind is taking time for some stretching Bending galaxies into my verbal collection My ethics remain the most pristine You don’t know half the shit I've seen Drugs, violence and money ain't my scene, that shits obscene Failure is not in my genome I eat rappers like amino Acid I spit, I'm sick make you need chemo I got the heart of a king, I'm casino I keep my profile on the d low That way if I need to snap a neck, I can creep slow I'm quiet but alert like Cappuccino For every rhyme you have, I got a kilo I torpedo my ego of being half Latino with rhymes that are jalapeño A mean flow, like a lunch money Bully I got leverage like a pulley Pull your body in the gully Then assassinate ya subtly Fire rhymes, I’ll boil your blood till its bubbly I must boil your blood because I can't leave evidence I can't have a conscious that is decadence I'm perfecting the elements So I can raise a hell-ish genesis Inject ya membranous tissues With my sentences Your brain is my new residence So prepare for ideas of excellence and long nights of restlessness I'm reckless, I'll erode your skeletal with tetanus Spit the most venomous Leave you stranded in a nebulous Unless you're in for my best interest I'll show you benevolence Fly us away on a Pegasus Let you benefit from my intelligence My rhymes are the perception of medicine that is perfection Known to cure cancer, bulimia and depression That last one is a self-tested assessment Verse 6 I'm back with a bad habit of being a rabbit and too hop to be toe tag-ged I'll incinerate you if you discriminately use the term faggot Bury your skeleton inside of the slime of the maggots That's the way its gotsta happen if you're a foul mouth bastard who thinks backwards you capsize slacker Step into my rapture This is chapter, one It's do this or do a backwards gun That last one rhymed with try You imbecile child step into my trial Let's see if you follow the crevices or smile Let's see if you can decipher my rhyme style It's gold wealth, disguised in stealth Subliminal messages that tend to melt Your brain it's actually not good for you health So maybe you shouldn't listen to me Maybe you should just do your own thing But just know I have a swarm of bees ready to sting Emerging, from underneath my lunula fing-ertips Talk ya shit, I ain't allergic In fact I'll probably learn it Churn it, inside of the pot Stir it Take the recipe and burn it Then emerge it 2.0 the newer version And now everybody's drinking my syrup I'm the best in the west let's not get into a stirrup From CA through Oregon, Washington to Alberta Chorus Freestyle 2 (You wanna hear some words? I don't give a fuck about a verb, or a noun, I'm profound Sniffing out pounds of herb like a hound I'm always at work Spinning pizzas picture perfect round I got a low-key sound and I'm bound To have a Loki crown that's golden brown Pretty girls pucker like a goldfish mouth I’m about to get a sucker on me down south I'm losing my marbles like change in the couch I guess my mindset is my new allowance) Verse 7 I elope, in these dark thoughts of a man Reaching for the ends to which they span I'm creeping on myself I just need the white van Weighing actions vs. consequences by the gram I've been blowing myself up like ‘42 japan I'm the number one rank in any clan And I'm just speaking frank, Anne And I’m walking on the plank of the shark tank My boat already sank so I'd better start to thank Oil the gears as they crank, swivel the gun on the tank And I'm the dope boy and this here is dank Every song has a ploy, I come out with a shank This ain't a toy, this the gun of a tank This ain't a coin, this is the whole bank I'm the dope boy, my product is dank Verse 8 I’ll hydrate ya like hydrocortisone I'm in my zone I’ve already flown Migrated to Oregon My heads a mess I need a comb Miss my family kiss ‘em on the phone I'm up and coming I'm all up and grown I’m tryna compare myself to the legend of Davy Jones I'm in construction watch out for my orange cones And I'm known for drinking milk so I'm not prone to broken bones So come at me with your full blown And problems about the O-zone Verse 9 I came out, I came out I came out, I came out And when my mother came around She said "I hate your sound" I thought "Fuck you talking bout now?" She said "You're not brown, you didn't grow up downtown, sometimes I think you do these things just to see me frown" I thought "Fuck off, can't knock me down" I'm not in this for a crown, I'm in this only for the sound Who needs to care whether I'm black white or brown? It's only what I say and convey that counts I was in the pound, impounded, who let the dogs out? I may have been lost but I came back found With a new collar and a shiny name tag on A whole new lawn of grass to aim and pee on Eat sleep and play with repeat on Barking at the mailman to be gone Cause I don't trust the government It seems like they're crooked and crumbling I wanna make my paycheck and not funnel it Back into paths where I just run a bit People need structure but government feels fluctuated Easily hated, but I think we'd hate it if we didn't make it And if we didn't have laws we would all have died 100 years ago all too faded, it's undebated Human nature is more destructive than creative That's why you should praise me for being patient I got a relation- -ship with God And he says "Dog It's all backwards, our spots Responsibility in you, in knocks You're the new boss, take it out for a shot." I'm shocked, for a second my heart stopped and my stomach dropped... Me and God just flopped... So the first thing I’mma do is smash the crown with a rock Burn the throne, no more idols to mock My idea of leadership is like Spock Rid of emotion and respect the cock (Atmosphere) Eat, sleep and fuck is what we got Take it back to the basics of the block I need your help so give me your hand There's a revolution out there for us to understand All of us create it, there's no plan Shits been spinning the same like a fan Let stand, and create a template to end all of what we debate This is a race, keep your pace Chorus Freestyle 3 (It courses through my brain It-it-it-it’s in my sayings It’s every motherfucking thing that I’ve been playing And every, I’ve been, I’ve been spraying Running through these god damn lyrics every day in Day in, night out Cause I’m a dark knight right now I’m under the moon, I’m literally on Mt. Baldy You motherfuckers ain’t know shit about the shots that I’ve be calling Man what the fuck am I talking about? I’m just, I’m just high right now I, I’m too high, I’m too high Literally I’m like 2000 feet above, above sea level Check my, check my fucking levels I need to turn the gain down I sound distorted Man my rhymes are so nice it’s like I’m imported) Verse 10 Ayo I was six feet deep, in something that I dug But I just pulled myself up outta that rut I’m here to stir a muck Bring the fuck with the ruckus Ooh I'm so luscious This is how many fucks I give (……..) Hut hut, Andrew Luck I'm back in play Or re le, Chez Jose This is where I lay this is where I wanna stay Every night every day Blow up like Michael Bay Actually fuck fame, that shit cray- -fish, if you in it for the money you a bitch I don't say this often but you can suck my dick Egotistical pricks I turn into bowels I'm a wild dog you want to hear me howl? I'm like a soul on ice with the solstice at night Insomniac werewolf with a bite I scream for ice cream but I wouldn't do much for a Klondike Don't believe the hype, they're just alright (but G the motherfucker who strikes with might) Verse 11 I got bars that’ll take me further than mars I’ve known it from the start so I’ve been perfecting my art Your part, is not much in my scheme Just make sure you scream when I’m on stage Have everybody listening My life’s pristine Wake up and smoke weed Say “Hello” to the team We just trying to get some C.R.E.A.M Wu-Tang, who saying That I’m playing? I’m a rap abomination Emcee’s praying that I won’t slay ‘em On their own beat, on their own street And hear their mother’s weep As I leave a card by their feet Says “I ended the blindness, Sincerely the Finest” Ooh-wee I’ll always kill ‘em with kindness Ooh-wee I got the lyrical heat The inferno that burns though your journal (Mos Def) I put my sweatshirt on so that’s word to Earl I expel pearls, I’m not talking about the necklace I’m reckless, I’ll always eat a pussy out for breakfast I’m next bitch, so don’t judge this dude You don’t know what the fuck I’ve been through Too, much has been put into this So I ain’t leaving until I have a gold fucking necklace Yes, I, I must spit to impress Before I’m the next best to put the mic to rest Mos Def, taught me mathematic tactics Most rap is lacking So I’ll start the reaction of (INhale) in action That’s oxygen in action I got L’s being passed ‘n’ I can sleep when I’m dead so for now let me rap Verse 12 I'm leaping off cliffs to expand my wingspan Morphing my brain into a sphere So every angle that appears is clear Gain the ability to sneer in the face of fear Fear is nothing Compared to what I've been cooking and stuffing Inside the turkey It's murky and doesn't understand what is mercy It's out for blood and boy am I thirsty Swimming in dreams of virgins and wine Disembodied the shrine Gave it a design Of thought, individuality Acts of kind with immortal minds Death is just a race against time To see who can accomplish what within it Death to the men who undermined women And I feel as if I never will die As I can accomplish whatever I try Apply my mind Into the eyes and look right through the sky My soul is as soft as the fuzz on a peach Embodying every freak that I meet We have more genes Than every speck of sand on a beach What does that mean? Where is the gene That makes an act of mean? Where is the gene That births a queen? Where is the gene That causes my lucid dreams? Where is the gene that made G The Jesus of DJ-ing And spitting this lyrics? (You know this shit is more than just appearance This shit is really, it goes deep inside of my veins It courses through my sayings) Verse 13 It's me and my words against the world I talk a lot so I don't need a referral You can't unrecord, so this shit is eternal I’m smooth with my verbal and this beat is fertile So I fuck it, every night tuck it Into bed, wake up she gives me head Then puts her head on my stomach She tells me she loves it and loves when I unbutton what's covering her And plummet into her muffin Pussy so sweet Caramel, chocolate vanilla and poppy seed Yo I'm papa G Word to b poppa I g I see, hip-hop properly I'm about to take radio rap out of poverty Run an iPod monopoly with a free music economy Wreck the record label my philosophy I've overcome mountains You got anything else that can stop me? You best eat your broccoli Cause you gon’ need to be real strong to stop me Except I ain’t stopping Chorus Freestyle 4 (Except I ain’t stopping You copy? Think about what you say before you're sorry That's why I'm old fashioned like Atari I'm on my grind doing Ollie’s All these raps are quality I don't have a favorite one, I'm about equality I'm in the trees like a koala be I got the world's best heart, I'm fatherly That's why all these crazy bitches want to have their fawn with me Quit calling me, I don't wanna be bothered You see, I've met a whole lot of you ladies And you’re all fucking crazy Had one girl fake a pregnancy Expecting me to stick around All these women try and tie me down with a baby Ah "Just put it in without a condom" I've heard way too often Followed by "It's alright, I took the pill" Bitch I don't trust you and that's how I feel, Ha! I ain't amused but you're a muse for me to use Always spew the holy holy like in the pew I got a birds eye view and sick with my own flu With which I might fly by and kill you Catch that or was that too much for you? I hope you caught it cause now your finally dead Now I don't have to waste any lead You're so-so but I'm every thread And all your opinions are just things that I’ve already said) Verse 14 My lips are always chapped From all the air I drag What goes in must come out and My sentences are bad My soul is at the end of a mag I see a man with a bag I look the other way, I see the man with the segregated flag Which way do I go? What do you think? You take me stupid or someone on the brink Of world peace and humanity in sync And all of this within an arms reach So I can't blink until I find the missing link Verse 15 21 years in the making And the whole time I been going bacon I think I've been pacing I'm near my final destination Life isn't patient It wants what it wants and takes it And then it sees what it wants and creates it These are the basic rules of life Day after night, until the end of time So why do we fight? What is wrong? What is right? The only lesson I've learned is don't believe the hype Can we even learn? Or is it just lessons that we have to earn? Why do we yearn? Life always ends in turn So why do I smoke the fern? Is it the INhalation of the burn? Why do I like to curse? Why do I like to flirt? Why do I write this verse? What really are words worth? Do they really serve a purpose or is it getting lost in the universe? Should I try to fly like the birds, or dig tunnels with the worms? Why do I want these things? Are the answers really what I search? I'm trying to answer life before I lie in the hearse, yeah! Verse 16 I see, I see hip-hop as a gun It gives power to the man who yields one But it gives a whole nother level of power to the man who really knows how to wield one Same thing how it takes talent to go semi pro But it takes a whole lotta work to go professional It's a big difference It's the big leagues vs. the amateurs It’s the circumference vs. the diameter The worker vs. the manager The peasant vs. the chancellor The black house cat vs. the panther It's me vs. hip hops ramblers Quit being inconsiderate And taking away from an art form So you can get your liquor in That was built to make a difference Through brutal honesty and enlightening the policies Of what us inaudibly To common to see NBC, just wants gossip I'm here in the form of the long lost prophet Allah reincarnated with Muhammad Serving the blood of my heart in a goblet Knowledge of an entire life in every droplet Flow of a faucet that's sick like vomit That last line is a composite of a sonnet I'm preparing to pay with my life And my words are my breath, and wallet Is being held under a knife The pressure is precise The ethics of a man I like to exercise Experience is the best teacher of wrong vs. right So don't believe the hype I'm not always right despite being a white, man I'm right because I stay up at night to write my insight until I can't feel my hand This is something that's bigger than me And I won't quit until I can put it in between my teeth Verse 17 They say what I say ain't as important as what I do But I'm confused, because what I bring to you is the same two Hold up Steve let's sniff out the Blues Clues This one's sweat on my neck like J. Crew Let's sniff out the Blues Clues and take a J cruise Chains of thought weigh like slave shoes Not what you should see but what they choose It's what they put on our shoes with swoosh labels We released information over the Internet for free to anyone who was able With cells into portable tables and cables Chorus Freestyle 5 (Uh, I don’t know what to say, uh Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup I can be an emcee or I could be the drummer I can make more sound than the engine of a Hummer Bummer, that you have to sit the sideline While I spit raps and ride the high rise You need to climb a mountain just to get in my eyesight And I can make this real messy like we was in a pie fight That's 3.14 What’chu know about that? Nothing? Well there's the door I suggest you still get out while it's easy like a whore Cause if you stand there and rebuttal when I come back around there's gonna be a Whole. Lot. More.) Verse 18 My face been multiplying acne like I'm a mathlete I’m feeling crappy like 2015 Crabtree I feel like a has be, so I drink coffee, until the break of dawn While rapping, zeppelin rocking, ignorance the new armeggadon I've had lots of time to reflect the concept of many wrongs Addiction to electronic restriction has humanity dead and gone Has everything I think been thought? Is it just the credits on? Am I ever creative or just invasive like Jason Statham in The Italian Job? That's a whole different song. Pause. New topic Verse 19 I’m watching the blur of green trees and leaves Feeling like nothing ever mattered I can feel the vibration through the cars tire feet Recline and the rocks’ll start to sing you to sleep Elevation is what we seek, the summit is under my feet This forest is quiet no birds cheep Fresh air meant to INhale deep The smoke from the blunt starts to seep Into my lungs take in the heat Smoke on the view, gaze on the haze Baker, I’m covered I'm fog Crepes with a glaze Of hazelnut gourmet sauce Topped off with whipped bliss of the gods Smoke smog with my dawgs Smash, no items or mods Not a monster but a cookie hog I'm pretty odd, do whatever I feel when I wake up Too many things to do than stay put and stay stuck Add a little flavor with a spray of the shaker I'm a creator who just gave this crater And it's big as fuck You could roll in its deep but it’s like the wheels on the bus Darkness makes you ponder if the difference of life is on purpose or luck? Why am I me and not a big buck? Why does my head point to happiness and big bucks? Why is my head not the shape of a duck? What if monkeys are secretly smarter than us? What if they're the ones running the experi-munts? They act dump to puppeteer us with ropes You can't understand any other life except the one yours chose But yet all our electrons rotate so close Created the difference between inland and coast Dead and living folks And the concept of hope (Isotopes and molecules I be running through this shit that I cule) Verse 20 I can think Though any situation I got the bossest consciousness Filled with the rawest faucet Of flawless thoughts that blossom Into colossal gospel My words are fossils Here to stay Spread and spray From Boston to Austin to the bay I display an awesome buffet Of parfaits that convey Past clichés and will live on past my day when I pass away I’m molding my days like clay And churning the furnace to not decay So preserve my DNA Like fine cabernet Wine And sip it on my judgment day Eat my words like sorbet soufflé At my cafe The fires crackling My mouth is babbling Trying to tackle what happening Around me, but sadly I don't think I'm scratching The surface of the half of it I'm passing time trying to remind Every pacifist that they're accurate I'm trying to ejaculate the immaculate all over your face Make ya taste my miraculous case I'm trying to calculate every single angle Untangle hatred And become the grateful patrons Underneath those clothes we're all naked, we're all related So let's hug each other, snap the moment and paint it Make it a song on everybody's playlist And label it the greatest Chorus Freestyle 6 (Oh you’re a fat ass? Boo-hoo Quit going to McDonald’s and make your own fucking food It’s not rocket science it’s not even voodoo Don’t eat donuts motherfucker get your head right And at night, I don’t obey the law of red lights I do donuts what I drive, I spin around in my mind I got the eyesight of the three blind mice times thrice That’s nine, that’s nice, I don’t listen to Christ I don’t like being told what not and what to do Call me a rebel but that’s just what I’m meant to do I’m amendable but if I led, I’d be incredible Don’t run out of lead in your pencil Cause my lessons’ immensful) Verse 21 I’m on 16th alley in the Cascade valley North of Cali I been working out my mind like Bally Cooking something up on the galley Putting beats in body bags, add up the tally My raps are pieces of art, I got a whole gallery I can pep talk a rally into a riot for the finale Flow sweeter than berries, like Halle Ooh I like them caramel girls The scandalous girls Fuck me like an animal girls Bring out my instincts Make me go primate Annihilate your eardrums With vibrate, tions I hydrate with nitrate So I flow with nitrous Let loose like on Friday night with a pipe Packed with kief of the leaves That allows me to catch Z's Cause I don't sleep, Geez Louise Nicky G, He's the missing piece of the puzzle Between peace vs. muzzles I paint a picture with my ease-l I got a lot of power I need diesel With a flow so lethal my language needs to be illegal I got the nose of a beagle and the talons of an eagle I turn ya into fecal then roll you around like a dung beetle I’ll stab you with a bees needle and put you in the fetal Position, a fucking animal on every composition 159 is the addition of my cognition So when I'm speaking you need to shut the fuck up and listen Just kidding But I'm just more than a musician I got food for thought that's nutrition I'm a poetic dietician And fuck paying tuition I'd rather spray my ammunition I'm in a high gear transmission And I just sparked the ignition Verse 22 I been creeping through the peep hole Weed O's till my feet slow Shoot a beat then I reload Nicky G, G is for giant with my fe-fi-fe-flow Stomp, the ground erodes Yo he flow like he got the cheat codes He is not an equal King Midas touch when he flow, he speak gold Deceitful, like Rumpelstiltskin Like Rumpelstiltskin Chilling with the fill in villain I’m just your enemy until I make a killing I’m throwing curveballs like Curt Schilling I'm iller than a chinchilla that has ten children Fighting off evil women like Scott Pilgrim I swear I've met more than a million And I don't do this for them I do this for the feeling I do this for the Chem- -istry of my brain stem Raise the mayhem Out my cranium Not the best But def- -initely in the top ten And offend- Ded if you think diff-er-ent Not what I want but I spit what I am Verse 23 I may be introverted and shy But in my mind, Lies A consciousness, where I got enough confidence and competence to accomplish an entire continent I got a horoscope of a broke metronome I'm the holy ghost giving every note a home I’ll straighten out your head like a comb I'm flowing Rivers like Joan Get girls wet like boats I float with ease I got a whole lotta ways to cut the cheese I got an army of chords and keys I breathe these raps like breeze I got your hands up like I told you to freeze But unlike the police, I'm pro free I’m digging tunnels underground where the moles be Dip me like guacamole I'm raising all you kids like Angelina Jolie I'm a god, on the low key Like a bass note I was born in the winter I'm straight cold I’ll give you a splinter with a dull icicle I’ll break the ice in your skull Throw your corpse off the hull You'll feed the seagulls My words should be illegal I'm so lethal I got retrieval skills like a beagle Snatching the egg of an eagle Which I feed my people to lead past the cathedral to laugh in the face of evil And I won't stop until the Devil lays peaceful And all men are treated equal I got a sequence of sequels This is just the prequel of the needle Chorus Freestyle 7 (I just smoked a blunt My body is retarded My mind has departed Rolled a back and sparked it The moon isn't even the farthest I've traveled, through galaxies and seen through fallacies of the most lethargic That last line was a hiccup That last beat I made, I need to turn the kick up Make my vocal pop because listen how I spit luck Gain respect and get trust Maintain flexed, Nick’s Maintain flexed, Nick the mista It's when the pressures on that defines who you are Are you subpar or you can reach the bar? Except the bar is meant to be lifted, and I'm the motherfucking gifted! Who be spitting and kicking all of this god damn different Things that I’ve been lifting) Verse 24 I'm like a magician I can disappear into thin air I brainstorm so much I wake up with Einstein’s hair I'm in a race against a tortoise and I'm the hare But this ain't the story you used to hear I'm trying to rewrite history with a flare so rare My skins so fair I can give you a ghost-like scare But in reality I'm sweeter than a pear With a mistook left hook that can leave you impaired My words sting like Nair And they slap like a snare I rhyme snuggly like a big teddy bear My flow spreads like a spiders web Step into my lair I'm making the world change, I’m not waiting like Mayer I spend my time as a god like creator So if music dies I can rise and be the savior Verse 25 Ain't no limits to this gift I'm tired of cheese and crackers I want to live the Ritz Bliss, death has given me a kiss But that's another story that's was some shit Let's just say I appreciate what it means to live I hold in my genes(jeans) my kids And honest, I hope they never get my lisp Money power and happiness, I can't scratch away this itch, it's a bitch My soul could never be beat even by Chuck Norris' fists My goal is to become a young enormous prince My name on all the tourists’ lists A camera click with a horde of pics Give all the Swedish chicks a foreign dick I feel immortal with this Take a shot I pray it miss, cause my sleeves' got more tricks Too many things I want to fix I'm just a kid I eat Trix I want to get under your skin like ticks The clock ticks and tocks I think time is a paradox I have too many thoughts to talk And if you're racist, suck my cock here's a box of dicks That last line was a little bit ridiculous But that’s ok because I’m named Nicholas And I try to stay fresh and packed like pickles is I have a high ego it's hard to get with this Victorious, of the people, my name is Nicholas Verse 26 I'm here to steal the loot, kick the boot I got two, truces but killed Usylluss with his own trident I'm walking in Stride chewing Trident I got about 5 packs of Dentyne Ices Juicy Fruits in Orbit around Hubba Bubba and Double Mint I chew ‘em all I don't care what the price is Truth is, my crew chew gum or they're left lifeless I might smite this, so tell me what the hype is I'm hip and I hop like the bunny from Energizer Summon my chariot I got the Christ-risen Chrysler No more V-Techs and no more ricers I ball all day Like Mike in a white shirt Lurk all night ya might get hurt Or shot by all my squads Super Soakers Do it for fun like we was some poachers Taxiderm your head real big like “yeah, yeah we're some big boasters” Wake up every morning staring at it with a cup of Roasters Chorus Freestyle 8 (Now don't get me wrong I like ass and tits But I'd much rather see a girls assets If she doesn't have good morals I'll send that chick backwards And sit back and roll a Backwood on my lips And smoke till my lungs hiccup Smart girls are the one’s that gets my dick up) Verse 27 Hip-hop never died, I just woke her up with a kiss Lashes exposed her eyes, they told me she loved her Nick Slipped in with my dick, now I'm addicted to it All it is, is finding new ways to lick the clit while I spit New ways to express the messages I give She indulges my bliss, told me “Don’t stop, don't quit I want you to give me every last inch” In the morning I don't split because I found my niche She's holding a crown and I'm the fresh young prince I won't call her a bitch, she's too precious to hit Even is she's got blood, I'll go down like a Crip Verse 28 I be puff-puff passing on the medical But passing over edibles I'm incredibly credible My knowledge goes deep as if I got several Minds inside my cranium If Big Bills is closed then I'm gonna be breaking in I’m about to eat balls cheesed to perfection And slices known to give saliva erections I'm just messin’ but I remain sincere with my adolescence I ran 5 miles today gasping for breath and Everyday I eat Oatmeal for breakfast I'm trying to grow a mustache But it's hard when I still act like a rug rat It feels great in Colorado to have the sun back I'm chasing nirvana like I run track Yanni rolling backwoods Smoke don't make me rap good Time slows so much it goes backwards It's the fountain of youth and that's word Backwoods of fat herbs And slaphappy rap masters The rock I'm on makes my ass hurt Stomach rumbling makes me want to go to the crapper Oh wait I'm on the beat though Sit and think about that one for a minute I’m aiming for big game shoot and skin it Hang the antlers to remind myself I’m driven And I want to be livid in Bolivia And flip all of our media J.K. Rowling in the deep Harry potter nerd but Adele puts me to sleep Me and death been known to meet Am I lucky or too grim to creep? Piling my dreams into a heap Then repeat through my speech Verse 29 I used to dream about the day that I would die But now I can't stop eating it up like pie I got a sweet tooth for equality and love And if you're full of hate I won't share my drugs Addicted to lick the sweat on my upper lip Never will I slip when I’m passionate I've always been too cocky of myself I held up my ego like a belt I've had days I felt like my heart could melt And others where all I did was puff top shelf I can break your focus Trick you with hocus-pocus Bullshit ya with no bogus Leave your Solo shot Hope-less I see more stem and flower than florists I'm the hour of power with a flow so enormous Talk is cheap just show me where the smoke is Within the universe we're all just tourists I eat chips and churros at Torres I got the horns of a Taurus and I drank the potent potion of emotion in motion Now I'm feeling like my soul was stolen Verse 30 I don't have a DJ, it's just me I also don't have a free day because I'm also an emcee I hear these kids rapping about how drake got a Wusa But what's even cooler is I can play 12 scales on a tuba I wanna hear a jazz diss track The battle of back-to-back saxes Bass lines with more scales than basses Attacking guitar axes Piano strings springing like a mattress Improvised not practiced That’s why my rhymes are going down as a classic Chorus Freestyle 9 (Practice today makes the perfect practice tomorrow Lessons on loan I'm living lavish on borrow All I know is I'm living Jack-ish like Sporrow, Sparrow Did you catch that? most don't listen… Robert's in raves and rancers of dancers More wrong that right? Schrute Dwight And mama Mary made mad marvelous muffins making Martha managing maniacs maybe moping mopeing mild Mark missing memories, her enemy... Haha, what the fuck did that even mean? I don’t know, but it sounded heavenly Show me someone better than me Uh, I just smoked a Backwood, I didn’t even get that high I got buzzed as fuck though, that Back-tobacco dry, haha And I'm back in the woods rolling backwoods that are that good I'm a slaphappy rap master My favorite sound is the sound of laughter I do unseen good deeds like I'm Casper I've touched more lives than a badass pastor I'm shutting on this beat I treat it like the crapper I know too many lines to be a bad actor I'm so much more than just a rapper Listen to my whole album then tell me why after And I'm just breaking the ice, this cypher’s just the fracture) Outro Haha, Yeah! Goddamn that was good Not bad for uh, eight takes? Yeah, yeah, yeah, eight takes Who cares man? I’m high right now (Eight’s my lucky number motherfucker Like Chris Tucker, and Jackie Chan I be kicking it I’m getting more livid in Splitting these dividends To everyone that be living in) Ayy, alright It’s like, oh shit, it’s 3:40 in the morning right now Um, my computers’ got like eight percent battery left Yeah, it’s time to call this quits man But uh, I still got half an album left I’ll see you on the other side of the moon, Disc 2 This is fun but I gotta go to bed man Ah fuck it who am I kidding? (I’m not going to bed I’m about to, I’m about to go home and uh Ya know just kick more rhymes out my head Smoke a little dope till my eyes red Go to another planet where I can pretend) Haha, alright I’m outta here I got motherfucking Clips! Clips! (Give me a beat, I’ll shoot and reload Anytime, I’ll hit the three-point like a free throw Yo you see me on the street, give me a word! Ya know I don’t want you to think I’m making these freestyles with a cheat code) Haha, alright for real Third time’s the charm G out, I’ll see your motherfuckers after the interlude I got Clips!