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108) “How Great”

108) How Great
By: Johnny Blaze

[Intro:]
I think the lesson to be learned from all of this, is to appreciate every little thing in our lives while we can
Cherish the moment
Reach! both your arms out towards the sky,
Praise this life you are living and breathe in the air that is, essentially freedom
… How great is that?

[Verse 1:]
Scribbling, scribbling, rip out another page,
Poetry of a madman; still I write insane
My domain, was profane,
For years, used God’s name in vain,
My ego was the-size-of-a-crane,
But I felt tiny-as-a-grain
I grew wholeheartedly, apologized for my sins,
Prayed for forgiveness, guidance, strength, and been grateful since
Made a promise that I would never be disloyal for thou is King and I am Prince,
Even though I do not attend church, I am faithful through holy hymns
Glory be, glory be,
To you know who who helped when I had dropped to one knee,
He-healed-heels, laughed in pain; ended my chuckle with “Hee,”
Now I flee, I am free,
Trying not to sound hyperbole
Only one, who gave me spirit of courage, was thee,
Inductee, to-tha-hall of, “I believe”
How, great!
At last, David came to his senses,
Long ago, the kid was suffering from depression,
Around the same time, when he was just a Freshman
Praise due to the most high, now I sound, preachy!
Written in a notebook made of hemp and, the colour was that, of a kiwi!

(Flow Change)
Saying life is sweet as the first-bite from a Fuji Apple,
Lick my lips, every single time I see a booty rattle,
I’ll admit, fit women, get me all, dazzled
Fun-sized, thick thighs, oops, I have, babbled

(Back To Normal Flow)
Quit playin’, playin’, games sweetie,
How great were we?
The greatest inde-ed,
We even hit on Ash-le-y
Ashley is my pipe,
Down, but speak words into the mic,
Loud, sound, do I mean sonically?
Not quite

(Break)

[Verse 2:]
Never thought I’d ever see the light of day, before May?
I was focusing on how much I weigh
Pushing petals over and over,
Spinnin’ in cycles, sweat, dripped, down my shoulder,
Skippin’ like vinyls, broken, flip to Side B, no dope, I-was-sober
Months without a job,
Bills pilled up like scrap in my garage,
Whenever I opened my eyes, all I saw was a mirage

(Flow Change Like Before)
Is it true when you’re off weed, for weeks upon weeks?
That you go into Cannabis Withdrawal,
Meaning your reality becomes mystique?

(Back To Normal Flow)
At first it was scary,
Craved cannabis, can I just,
Go back to normal already?
Took some time, changed the paradigm,
A break away from it all wasn’t so deadly,
I confined into my redesign,
Read books when I would feel edgy
A Shepherd sold his sheep to advance in his quest for hidden treasure,
Wasn’t enough, he shined glass cups ’til he could move onto future endeavours
To the Pyramids, to the Pyramids,
Travelled through the desert with peers and amid,
He finally made it, discovered his destiny; all seen through a dream
The dream became reality,
The scene was serene; ultralight beams, ruled supreme
Mastered alchemy, how can he,
Take what he learned throughout his journey and use it to his-advantage?
Like the Shepherd, I am in-search-of-an-expert-who-will-teach-me-to-be, candid,
Lettuce/let us go ham/h.a.m. for the bread; that’s-a-sandwich
There’s layers to my soul; peel ’em off one-at-a-time,
There’s levels to these lyrics; try and decipher all-of-my-rhymes,
He who Stays Zen, shall al-ways-thrive,
Those who repent, will cease their demise

[Outro:]
How great

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101) “Falling Leaves”

101) Falling Leaves
By: Johnny Blaze

On a day where my mother loses the strength in her knees,
She admits defeat,
All that’s left is her feeling weak
I did everything I could to support her but dang,
Someone told me In order to feel alive, God gives you pain
Testing you like a teacher does in order to evaluate a grade
And me? Well, I just smell like peng…
Stuck in between being who I used to be, which involved fists being thrown,
And getting high up like mistletoes
My mother agrees something’s not right with my brother,
I believe he’s bi-polar,
To him, I’m spaced out,
Or rather in the solar,
-System,
Why write a Christmas list when,
I don’t want anything from anybody,
Except their love, support, and company
I know all about misery,
Her and I are like best friends; we have quite the history
See this isn’t the first situation where family has made me feel stressed,
They’re the reason I’m a mess,
Why I leave home and go to the park to sesh,
Why I wear shades because behind the blinds,
My eyes are filled with unheard cries,
And my head is two times the size of what people used to bully me for having back in St. Nicks, so just sign,
-My papers, in order for me to get medicinal kush
It’s my medicine so shush,
Don’t start hating like George Bush
Even when I drop hot shit like Dead Residents II,
The response is “I have a lot of work to do”
Oh,
What a time to be alive right?
My future’s looking Drake,
Marvin’s Room seems to be the only safe place,
What does that mean?
Fuck, I don’t know mon,
I took a picture of a tree with leaves that are barely hanging on…
It represents me,
On the verge of falling like the Autumn seas’
-In,
All I want is for my brother to seek help and for good reason
‘Cause he’s sometimes cheesed then,
He acts like a happy-go-lucky,
Mr. Lahey-type-bugging,
Greasy cheeseburger eatin’ ma’fucka!
Staining his t-shirt,
I need to do research,
So can you dig that, sucka?!
All I want is peace,
Jeez,
Now I’m falling like leaves,
Muthaphukka…

Falling Leaves

98) “Dead Residents II”

98) Dead Residents II
By: Johnny Blaze

[Hook:]
Residents that like to test me (Johnny,) (Yeah)
I’m after residents that like to test me (Blaze bitch!) (Yeah)
I’m after residents that like to test me
(The saga continues) (Yeah)
I’m after annoying fuckin’ residents that like to test me

[Sample: Brooklyn’s Finest by Jay-Z + Can’t Knock The Hustle by Jay-Z]
“Okay, I’m reloaded,”
D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-Don DeMarco,
Marco,

[Verse 1:]
Hey,
Look who it is,
Mr. Talks-About-Sobriety-But-Ends-Up-Smoking; no cigs
But I’ve tried them before,
They taste like death and so I threw it on the floor,
Can I live?
Kickin’ cats out the door since the age of six,
How many kids?
Show of hands, have told themselves they’d never do drugs?
I can’t be, the only one,
Now I continue to toke and shrug
People on the streets be watchin’ me
Don’t get too close, I know you know I smell like weed,
Insert Kermit drinking Lipton Tea
Feeling froggy?
Then jump why don’t you?
Scared to see me?
Yeah I would be too; I could use a pair of bifocals
Lost in the haze, reflecting on-my, old ways,
Someone said “What happened to you? You changed”
I replied with Because drug$, with a dolla sign at the end,
You ain’t any better; judging from the outside without lookin’ in
That got me cheesed ’cause when I blow money, on trees,
All of a sudden I’m sussy and they look at me funny
Humans are a difficult breed to understand,
They were born to be rugid,
And, they take advantage of you whenever they can
Life’s too short, to be stressin’,
Over little shit,
I know at the beginnin’,
I sounded like a hypocrite
But bay-beh,
As of late-leh,
Dave- eh’s,
Been blazin’,
Blant-leh
Go hate meh,
I love it,
I made myself, out of somethin’
Without music, I’d be nothin’
Prolly be at home, pushin’ my little cousin
Like he pushes buttons
What!

[Hook:]
Residents that like to test me (Yeah)
I’m after residents that (Einsteinism) like to test me (Yeah)
I’m after residents that like to test me (Yeah)
I’m after annoying fuckin’ (Yo-yo-yo, yo!) residents that like to test me

[Verse 2:]
My pen game; immaculate
Prolly ’cause Allen Iverson,
Taught me to keep practisin’
So, I’ve been ballin’ since,
No, I’m not tall,
Some, could call me av-er-age,
I had a teacher!
Who told me that I look sketchy,
Well I suspect you want me to be preppy,
Fuck you; I’ll die before I become that dressy!
The universe throws stones while I’m stoned, can I handle it?
Turn into Super Someone, become a grown up and manage it!
Who could’ve guessed,
Me being obsessed, over a quest, to be expressed,
Lost my fav-our-ite,
Golden brace-a-let,
Move forward? I was re-pressed,
My faith was assessed,
Failed the day I lost Je-sus,
Couldn’t wait to figure out why that shit happened,
May-be-I-was-slackin’,
I’m stupid, I’m hardly hispanic,
I’m white, so they treat me like Hamlet,
I’m like, John Lennon, but in an, Army jacket,
Hypoallergenically washed in the finest deter-gent!
As winter approaches!
I’ll kick you to the curb, er, cement?
Shit, I thought you would appreciate “Dead Residents,” but no?
Fack aff..

[Bridge:] (x2)
Annoying fuckin’ residents that like to test me

[Hook 2:]
I’m after residents that like to test me (Yeah) (x3)
I’m after annoying fuckin’ residents that like to test me

[Verse 3:]
I plead the, fif, amendment
Because I’m going to commit,
Terrible actions, I’ll give you insight on just a fraction,
Of my plan that splits heads like the “i” in action,
Should I rewind my rhyme?
Fack that,
My title is the EinsteinOfRap,
A wise guy who tries to be nice and,
Recognizes how high he can,
Function at,
Don’t chu know I’m a gringo lookin’ aristocrat?
Since birth I knew I was gonna be the man,
DLP is low-key a proper diplomat,
Every time I sneeze, I get mad,
Miroku taught me that it means you’re catching a cold or that,
People are talking behind your back,
Which pretty much sums up how real people are, fuck Math!
Shout out to Carino,
That penguin lookin’ fuck,
Had turned me into a good-fell-a,
Eventually I fell in love,
With the-drugs,
Too inspired by Don Corleone; meaning I-was-tough,
‘Til I,
Got tired of Toronto residents,
Yeezus, for president, I’m serious,
Fuck tha police,
Word to N.W.A and rest in peace, Eazy-E,
Sheesh!

[Bridge:] (x4)
Annoying fuckin’ residents that like to test me

[Hook 3:]
I’m after residents that like to test me (Yeah) (x7)
I’m after annoying fuckin’ residents that like to test me

94) “Five Fingerz of Death”

94) Five Fingerz of Death
(Exibit DLP / Slaughter / 4:20 Blaze It /Here, Weed, Go! / Dead Residents)
By: Johnny Blaze

*1. Exhibit C instrumental by Jay Electronica*

[Intro:] (Exibit DLP Freestyle)
Man, it’s been a minute,
Not gonna lie
I feel that I just enjoy taking the time to make music work
It has to be natural, but at the same time,
It has to hit me with an enormous amount of inspiration to go through with an idea
So lets get lost like kids at Ikea
(Find me)

[Verse 1:]
Find me at the bridge packin’ Weed-O’s for breakfast
A satisfactory taste,
Chew some gum to increase the pressure
By lunch, I’ll be high,
Chasing honeys in my mind,
Only thing that surrounds me are these bees but these b’s are in disguise
They like to bandwagon on whoever’s so hot
Then a week from now, you’re looked at as a hater; s/o to Meek Milli for keepin’ it real, like it or not
Seen CyHi go on IG; let L.I.O.N. drop
Right at the same time, I hear a pop,
Next thing you know there’s little piggies in the sky
You can’t chop them down but that choppa sound proves piggies can fly

*scratch, scratch, scratch*

*2. Lil’ Piggies instrumental by Joell Ortiz & !llmind*

[Bridge:]
Where the fuck is my lighter at, fuck!

Fuck it,

[Verse 2:] (Slaughter Freestyle)
Y’all can’t fathom my desire to win!
I carry my own weight like the trainers at my gym!
Life will pass by you!
Sometimes it will get violent,
You might even cry, it’s the truth!
Shady guy wearing shades at night
Like Justin Timberlake in Dior shape,
Next to Hova in a clean suit and tie
That’s still to come though if I’m not mistaken,
Three little piggies in a barn,
Set your alarm to “BAKE” den,
I wonder why like a Common dreamer
I seem to be getting lost in my thoughts like at night when I’m gone,
My mic skills are raw,
Like Jake Gyllenhaal,
In Southpaw!
We blaze to the rhythm of the next beat,
Light a doobie,
Get all groovy, if you’re feeling me

*scratch, scratch, scratch*

*3. Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield*

[Bridge 2:]
Oh hey, found my lighter!
But the beat still goin’

[Verse 3:] (4:20 Blaze It Freestyle)
Yeyeye,
I figured out that Cypress Hill sampled this
Gonna give it a shot like Diego at Gabbys,
Lips,
On the Tequila,
I’ve come across many thotties,
But it’d be lovely to have my own señorita
‘Til then,
I’mma just keep l-i-v-i-n’,
Don’t come at me with drama or beef,
My only interests are prosper and to maintain my zen
Will you join me?
Used to wrap my papers around a pen,
Guess that explains why my writing is so dope
And we still vibin’ and toke-in’,
Excuse me as I must take a hit of this fine joint that I’m hold-in’

*lights joint*
*inhales*

*4. Here We Go instrumental by Mac Miller*

*exhales*
*coughs repeatedly*

[Verse 4:] (Here, Weed, Go! Freestyle)
100 Grand Kids…
Thanks Mac for dropping a new joint,
Finna go O.D. in the A.M. like I’m ScHoolboy
My I.Q. is as high as Malcolm’s,
Walk in the night wearing shades like Walter White,
Reese, do we (Doowie) have a problem?
You won’t like the outcome
Staring me down like a falcon,
Never lip sync but tonight, I’m watching Fallon
Hold your controller,
I’m immortal, like Hulk Hogan
Second thought, he’s a racist, ironic that “Brother!” used to be his slogan
Me and my brother went from zonin’ to buying each other clothes
We may be blood but we both know how to make each other explode
Like The White House in that movie with Jamie Foxx and Channing Tatum
This weed?
Tastes yum
Blowin’ smoke towards my neighbours house
Do me a favour,
Don’t do me no favours,
I’ll handle your bitch like she’s my spouse
I’m like Jigga in ’96
That was the year I was born; fuckin’ lit!
Haha!

*scratch, scratch, scratch*

*5. Dead Presidents II Instrumental by Jay-Z*

[Verse 5:] (Dead Residents Freestyle)
And I’m after residents that like to test me
Knock on my front door,
Ring my bell,
Then they just leave
Jehovah’s witness with a pamphlet in hand
I see you from my bedroom window,
I’m creepin’ on the come up like Bone Thugs with a bag of the greenest endo
That’s why people erk like the nerd who’s the son of a Winslow
Fuck, my pen broke,
Guess I gotta go again so,
Let me vent from within lord,
God, I come to you as a sinner,
I believe I’m destined to be a winner,
Even if I gotta go through hell,
Fuck it, life’s been grimmer
I know in the bible, little David slays Goliath,
That means I should be King,
What would happen if people praise me, like the Messiah?
My heart stronger than a giant,
And just so I don’t sound biased,
I’mma have the beat drop,

[Verse 6:] (Acapela)
Lift my soul up,
Reasons why David in the bible was crowned “the highest”
We about to keep the high going!
Freestyling for free,
Tune out if you feel my style is boring!
Check my words of wisdom out
Some women are like a sweet tooth,
They ache unless they use drugs; word of mouth
My provocative words literally roll off the tongue,
Suck on this,
Bitches,
Rave girls in the sun,
Y’all like to slop on dick,
Pacifers, and the blunt
I’m done!

[Outro:]
Five fingers,
In Miley Cyrus,
Just spittin’
Now I’m slimer
Can’t retire,
Bow down and call me sire
(Fuckin’ Lit!)
(Johnny Blaze bitch!)

92) “New Slaves (Freestyle)”

92) New Slaves (Freestyle)
By: Johnny Blaze ft.Kanye West & Frank Ocean

[Verse 1: Johnny Blaze]
I’m a slave to the kicks I’m in,
Convinced that the comfort of these Converse make me win
No such thing, I walk to the rhythm of a drum,
Mind in the stars,
Body in limbo; going round and round like a bun
You see there’s a major identity issue in the place I’m from
That means that some people are stupid and put up a front
What’s ya life like boy?
Buying gold Michael Kors?
Stussy and snaps?
All you douches, look so fuckin’ wack
Used to always look “Fresh!”
Now my whole closet’s a mess
Spendin’ time in class,
When I should be making cash,
Guess I’m a, new Dave

[Bridge: Johnny Blaze] (x2)
You see there’s liars and there’s cheaters,
But I rather be honest than be a schemer
You see I’m classic and they be slapstick
Thinking what goes around doesn’t come around is just manic

[Verse 2: Johnny Blaze]
What’s my prophecy?
To look

[Sample: So Fresh, So Clean by OutKast]

“So fresh and so clean (clean)
That don’t mean much to me,
And I don’t want to seem,
Like a narcissist but believe,
Me when I say You are what you wear,
So I’ll just rock hoodies and Dickies ’cause I really don’t care,
About my style but look,
You can stare but don’t jook,
My style ’cause even though I’m not stylishly,
An icon, doesn’t mean you should copy me
Just paste your mind to the rhythm ever so effortlessly
And recognize my skin tone doesn’t mean I’m not part of slavery
We slaves to the jewelry,
Brands, school and the governmental industries
I know that education is free,
I rather be making music at ease
Y’all be selling your souls for stacks,
I be on that “Stay Zen & Prosper” track
Throw some keef into my Ashley then light a match,
Burn my worries into stone, promise I won’t even feel a scratch!
I’m a slave to this dankery!
I’m a slave to weed!
I’m a slave to weed!
I should pack another bowl, rip(r.i.p.) to the lost ones holmes!
I mean the ones that are done,
I mean I’m suppose to be King,
But people address me as God’s son
See my identity is in question,
Am I really a human or am I slave to the world’s worst blessing?
Meanwhile the c-o-p’s,
Keep killing screaming teens,
Black, hispanic, and other ethnicities
They try to control us with rage,
Then we become the new slaves
So let me get this straight,
Got enough heart, so let me explain
How can we break from this institution,
If it’s designed to screw us?
Fuck the higher-power authorities,
I’ll kidnap your daughter and fuck her sorority
‘Cause girls are slaves to the d-i-c, -k,
And they love to say,
Stupid shit like “All guys are the same”
Who told you try them all?
Who told you to drink ethanol?
Get your mind fixated,
We are all slaves, soon to be blazed man..

[Outro: Kanye West & Frank Ocean]
I won’t end this high, not this time again
So long, so long, so long, you cannot survive
And I’m not dyin’, and I can’t lose
I can’t lose, no, I can’t lose
‘Cause I can’t leave it to youuuuuu-ouuuuu-ouuuuu-ouuu, ouu
So let’s get too high, get too high again

[Frank Ocean:]
Too high again, too high

[Johnny Blaze:]
I am the sun but too tired to shine,
Slept in the deep, green sombre that I call mine,
Light earth with fire and let it blow with the wind,
Watch as it evaporates into air; smoke away your sins…

89) “Paradise is a Blessing; Staying Zen ‘Cause It’s All Your Fault”

89) Paradise is a Blessing; Staying Zen ‘Cause It’s All Your Fault
By: Johnny Blaze ft.Kanye West & Travi$ Scott

[Hook: Johnny Blaze]
I always wanted to rap on this,
I always wanted to scrap this shit
I always wanna get wavy with chicks,
I’m the captain of this ship
I always needed motivation
I always needed separation
I always need a vacation like,
I always needed paradise

[Bridge 1: Johnny Blaze]
I just want to escape real quick
Even though I smoke hit after hit,
The euphoria’s only the half of it
Electric relaxation on the beach is bliss

[Verse 1: Johnny Blaze] (Paradise Freestyle)
Walk into my house with a quarter O,
Half of me wants to smoke,
The other half doesn’t know
If I blow up, will I really accept the globe?
Or would I go toe-to-toe-to-toe-to-toe with “The Man” who tries to put on a show-for-show, and for sho’ people would say “Woah!”
I speak from my brain,
I write from my heart
I see the loose change,
Then I remember who I was from the start
Feelings were mutual
The decisions I made were crucial,
I fell from the top, I dust myself off,
I’m coming for the ti-tle,
Number one con-tender, like Shawn Michaels
So sweet your chin will feel the music
Like Triple H with no hair, you lose kid
This the game, and how you play it,
It’s all about control and if you can take it,
It’s all about,
-Hol’ up, had to clean my mouth
Silence the writer?
Never that, I silenced you from going south
And where’s my thank you?
If you was my child, I would spank you
Disrespecting my craft, I live for this!
You nothin’ but a girl getting tailored,
So I’ll Kanye you real swift
Seeing chicks that are too fuckin’ young, make me sick
So I gotta,

[Bridge 2: Johnny Blaze] (x4)
Blaze it man, blaze it man, blaze it man

[Hook: Johnny Blaze]
I always wanted to rap on this,
I always wanted to scrap this shit
I always wanna get wavy with chicks,
I’m the captain of this ship
I always needed motivation
I always needed separation
I always need a vacation like,
I always needed paradise

[Interlude: Johnny Blaze]
Naturally,
Johnny Blaze bitch!

[Bridge 3: Johnny Blaze]
*Lights “Ashley”*
*inhales,*
*exhales*
Don’t you stress,
Stay zen and you’ll be blessed (x2)

[Verse 2: Johnny Blaze] (Blessings Freestyle)
I receive honours I deserve,
Blessed
I like girls who are intelligent and know how to twerk,
It must hurt,
To be Clark Kent and yet they only love Superman
I ain’t so super,
They only love you when you’re rich or when you got drive like Foreman in the Vista Cruiser,
That must make me a loser but pay attention:
Viewers discretion’s addressed when
I sesh lend,
Me a nug or two,
If you really wanna sesh with me dude,
Gotta pay your dues,
How many times have I sparked people like I’m Method Man and they’re the Wu?
Don’t act like a douche,
That goes to girls too
When I turned nineteen-years old, I learned they only want you for booze,
Whatever they choose
You get it but do you get it?
Eat the rich like Aerosmith
Get a grip
Let me make this clear though
“You can rap about bitches, just don’t sound like one,”
Word to Sergio
Shout out to Church Chizzle and oh,
We about to hit un comercio
Stay Zen and listen closely vos
Ash couldn’t catch all-them chicks,
So if I ever take a peek at you,
Don’t get all shocked up like Pikachu,
This is the pinché truth

[Hook 2: Johnny Blaze]
I haven’t smoked in a while,
I’m goin’ wild
You know why?
‘Cause Ashley’s lonely and I’m the homie
So I,
Don’t stress,
I Stay Zen
Don’t stress,
I Stay Zen
Straight up,
Don’t stress,
I Stay Zen
Straight up, straight up
Don’t stress,
Just Stay Zen

(Brief pause)

[Interlude 2: Kanye West]
Yeah, and we G.O.O.D
Keep talkin’ about this shit but whatever
We can go back and forth all day

[Hook 3: Kanye West & Travi$ Scott (Ambrosia)]
(How much I feel, I live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby (Straight up!)

[Bridge 4: Kanye West]
And you know it’s all your fault
Nobody, nobody, nobody, babe
You know it’s all your fault
Nobody, nobody, nobody, but me

[Hook 3: Kanye West & Travi$ Scott (Ambrosia)]
(How much I feel, I live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby (Straight up!)

[Verse 3: Johnny Blaze] (All Your Fault Freestyle)
Girl you done made me the man I am today
Been a good guy for a while,
Swear I’m better than Drake
You used to say I was emotional just like him,
Well to tell the truth,
I can’t fuck with you,
Courtney Love
Or Swim
Fuck boys all around me, can’t smile without being grouchy
Because when people see you happy,
They do spiteful actions, just to get a reaction,
But,
When you see them (CM) Punks drop pipe bombs like Piper Chapman or Rowdy Roddy,
Why do you become softer than sheets of Bounce laundry?
Been about dropping bodies,
Like Macho Man before he goes to the top rope,
So I’m on point like Sharpies
I’m known for being a stoner,
Even my best friends’ girlfriends know that
And they don’t even have a diploma
Not dissin’, just wrapping this record in a white girl like Barbie in a coma
With some force, she can be free,
I ain’t talking about yoga
Always smoking green little things,
Call me Master Yoda
You can be my Skywalker but first you gotta get sky high like MJ; the moonwalker
A legacy that will live on even when you’re gone,
That’s what I aspire to do with this song,
Giving you poetry, articles, music, art
Beats, blues and better bet I got bars
A hundred percent me, every time I drop tracks,
Even though Youtube could stop me, I just fight back
Like the Baltimore protesters did to cops ’cause White America hates blacks!
We raise hands to be arrested so whatchu you know about that?
I was chillin’ in your habi-tat,
Can’t forget the time you grabbed my shaft,
All your fault but it’s all-in-the-past,
Trust again?!
Trust that I won’t until I’m re-lax
Live for your love,
Straight up

[Bridge 5: Travi$ Scott]
Straight up!

[Hook 4: Kanye West & Travi$ Scott (Ambrosia)]
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby (Straight up!)

[Outro: Travi$ Scott] (x2)
Straight up!

83) “bOFeLIESd”

83) bOFeLIESd
By: Johnny Blaze

I pack what’s left of the weed in my sesh pape
About half past twelve, I hit the doors very care-fullay
Steps are creeking as I make my way down the hallway
Unlock the door,
Turn the knob,
Breathe in the outdoors,
Closed it behind
I turn to my right, I turn to my left
Look across the street, see if Phil is awake or he probably shlept
Sitting on my stoop,
Learned “Mr. Hankey” is code word for poop
My attire was rather Rasta
All black everything and I recklessly rip a bowl in front of my casa
Que pasa?
Nada,
Solo quiero fumar Mari’
Yo siempre hablo de permanecer zen en prosperar como un hippy
If my Mama seen me, she’d probably hit me
But hits are what I do
Rip bowls because days are blue
And nights are even darker
I wear a mask of happiness but in reality I’m just like Peter Parker
Because when Peter becomes Spider-Man,
He’s a hero, a character who only tries to fight bad
-Guys,
Then he goes back to being Peter because he’s just a,
Guy
And I? Or me should I say?
I’m off back inside,
Pretend to be asleep but that’s ahead
Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky
Put on some cologne,
Put my essentials away,
Gotta do this very quickly, nifty and!
In a jiffy
So I brush my teeth, say Fuck you retainer!
Grab my bag and head to bed with a brain that’s in danger
Now I adhere,
Alone
Could never really fantasize anyone laying next to me, here, fuck this phone
When I got it, I used to think I’d be texting bitches for days
Then I realized I don’t even have any bitches; I have girls that call me “Dave”
I used to dream about women
Now all I see are green walls and my palms are just livid
I already gave you Baby Blue!
I could’ve saved you,
Bathed and ape’d you,
But I should never revisit,
-My past but it always seems to come back like the 168 in a loop, show some identification for this bus pass
But that’s, not what I am getting paid for
I payed my dues,
I went through hell just to be brand new
And even still,
The thought of you makes me ill
My frindle can do things that no man or woman, like Ms. Frizzle,
Can understand or plan what I will do next
That’s my object,
That’s my obsesh
That’s why I don’t fuck with Nick Cannon because he carried Mariah,
Now she fucked up like the inside of her vagina
I don’t even have to explain myself, fuck it, perceive it as you may
But in June, you’ll be caught in your lies (July)
So by August you’ll be like “Ah, bless”
In September though, you’ll be the victim of a victimless crime
And just like Nicki & Skylar, you made a mandem cry
So you’re bound to be laid out on the bed; the same bed of lies