E= DLP #3: 27) “Bound 2”

Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

[Bridge 1: Johnny Blaze]
All them other boys’ lame, and you know it now
When you meet a real man he’ll never let you down,

   These are words said to an old elementary school acquaintance. We reconnected when she broke up with her boyfriend after three years of being together. This is me giving her some words of encouragement.

Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

[Verse 1: Johnny Blaze]
What you doin’ at school? Working on the year book?
A tough task indeed, no need to feel shook
You living happy but still feeling stressed out,
Fuck the dude that hurt you, he’s the one that’s missing out!

   Typical small talk. “What you doin’?” “Working?” This girl’s feeling stressed, trying to wrap up her yearbook project for school, all while trying to move forward from her break up. She’s tough.

I know you’ve been dating him for years now
Three years seems longer than Drake’s eyebrow

Drake's eyebrows


Left the guy now he’s gotta reroute
Bite the tongue; no bad words from thee mouth

   She left him and I have nothing bad to say about the dude and even if I did, I would “Bite the tongue” and keep my mouth shut, for argument’s sake.

A home doesn’t need to be a nice house

   Yeah, it really doesn’t man.

I need a vacation, somewhere far, maybe south

How you gon’ tell me why my life’s bad?
Fuck you I never needed you in my life Dad!

   I can’t remember why I was so upset with him. He’s the hardest working man I know and I owe him my life. Sorry Papa.

Uh, this that bomb shit
This that “Why you smoking, thought you were done?” shit
This that clean your pipe once you smoked a bowl shit

Got a new friend, frig off to the old bitch

   I was appreciative that I had made a new friend with this ol’ elementary acquaintance. This was also a dig to RAGE for abandoning me.

[Bridge 2: Charlie Wilson & Johnny Blaze:]

[Charlie Wilson:]
I know, you’re tired, of loving, of loving,
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)

[Johnny Blaze:]
Close your eyes and let the song keep you peaceful,
One good friend is worth a thousand people

   This is one of my most thought out lines written. It paints a picture for everyone and also ignites a provoking idea: 1 > 1000

Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

[Verse 2: Johnny Blaze]
I wanna be there for you no matter what
Whenever you’re feeling down, I’ll bring you up

   Look, it’s no secret. People who read my blog should know by now, I’m fuckin’ sensitive; facts. When I build bonds with other humans, I become more sensitive; more caring. It’s a gift; it’s a curse.

I think that you’re so damn cool,
I mean damn we went to ele, elementary school

Hey, you remember where we first met?
I thought, you were emo don’t get upset
But hey, your nails I couldn’t forget
‘Cause you scratched me but you weren’t a threat

   We first met at recess in elementary school. She was new to the school at the time and kids were talking about the new “emo girl.” I’m not sure how it happened, but I remember being chased by her one time during recess and she’s hella quick cousin. Girl caught up to me and sunk her nails into my back, like a back rake move in pro-wrestling.

And I know, you never liked ______ yet,
That girl, is someone who just jet

   “______” refers to my first love from Power Trip.

But hey, not all relationships are perfect

And hey yo, we made it through a break up
So hey, maybe we shouldn’t think much
We doin’ good, we came clutch

   Back to having a conversation with this new friend. It’s me saying to her look, you ended a relationship, my relationship ended, yet somehow, we found each other and now we got each other’s backs–or at least, I had hers..

I’ll ask you what you want in life
Have you ever thought about being a loving wife?
Maybe, I’ll be a good husband one day,
But first, the woman in my life has to stay

   Now I’m getting serious with her; asking her what does she truly want out of this life, thinking about the future, and if she sees herself married. Then I flip it, and wonder if I’ll get married and if I’ll be good enough for someone to settle down with, which is why I say, “But first, the woman in my life has to stay.” There’s always doubt; anything can change in an instant.

After, everything is said and done,
I can honestly say you’re the realest out of everyone

   I’ll admit, this is quite the clingy line; I tend to jump to conclusions. Assuming that because I had her back, she had mine, which was naive and yet I went on and said “you’re the realest,” but anyone can be the realest. They just have to be honest with themselves and with others.

[Bridge 2: Charlie Wilson & Johnny Blaze:]
And I know, you’re tired, of loving, of loving
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just grab, somebody, no leaving this party
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)

[Johnny Blaze:]
Johnny Blaze on the mic, have a goodnight,
Johnny Blaze on the mic, have a goodnight,

Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

   Despite our hard times getting over our individual break ups, the hook feels like it’s the one now giving us, the words of encouragement. Her and I are, “bound to fall in love” again, though it may not be with each other, we will fall in love with other people but there’s no cheat code to figure out if the love we get, is the love we deserve…


Word to Mr. Anderson



E= DLP #2: 26) “All I Want Is You”

[Verse 1: Johnny Blaze]
Damn, you gone cold man,
I never thought I’d see the day that we’d be friends man,
Now I’m pondering how we got old man,
Known you for more than one, more than two,
More than three, four, years man
Vato Loco since the beginning of time,
“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” you told me, “It’s alright”
Then you forgot about the homies,
Forgot about the homies,
How could you leave me and have me feelin’ so lonely?

   This verse is a reflection of sorts. It’s about my relationship with an old friend, who I will refer to as “RAGE” for your convenience. I’ve known RAGE since kindergarden. Back then, she would pick on me, which is where the, “never thought I’d see the day we’d be friends” line came from, which transitions into, “now I’m pondering how we got old” because it’s wild how time passes you and things change.

   “Vato Loco since the beginning of time,” Vatos Locos was my group of friends from about grade five to grade eleven I would say. Nothing gang related, I promise. The name came from one of my all-time favourite movies, Blood In Blood Out: Bound by Honor:

Protagonist Miklo Velka throwing up the Vatos Locos Forever hand sign

At the time, all I ever wanted was a group of close knit friends that I could call family, much like the family bond displayed in the movie.

There was a period in RAGE and I’s friendship where things drifted. I upset her by telling her my honest opinion of her boyfriend and would apologize for making her feel bad. She’s the one saying, Don’t worry, it’s okay… It’s alright.” In reality however, she was mad.

   “Then you forgot about the homies, forgot about the homies, how could you leave me and have me feelin’ so lonely?” RAGE was angry. She started to distance herself from not only me but from the Vatos too. There was a feeling of abandonment inside me and it sucked.

[Verse 2: Miguel]
I wonder sometimes,
I wonder if I, was wrong
Tryna do right by you got me here
Now all I am is alone

   Miguel actually supports how I felt back then with those four particular lines.

‘Cause her eyes,
And those hips,
And that (ass),
Don’t compare, at all (no)
And at, best, all they do is distract me but now, deep down, when I face it,

   Haha, except this part. I never looked at RAGE as someone I was infatuated with. She was more of a little sister from another mister.

[Hook: Miguel]
All I want is you
All I want is you (now)
All I want is you now
Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

   All I wanted was for RAGE to be my friend again, that’s the whole point.

[Verse 3: Miguel]
‘Cause being your friend, was killing me softly
Hear voices, wondering where I went wrong
It was my fault, in the wrong time,
I wonder so often, regret gets exhausting

   Miguel puts the right words together to capture how I felt: “It was my fault, in the wrong time, I wonder so often, regret gets exhausting.” RAGE was one of my best friends at the time and not being able to go to her, sucked donkey dick. It was indeed exhausting and quite frustrating.

‘Cause her eyes,
And those hips,
And that (ass),
Don’t compare, at all (no)
And at best, all they do is distract me but now, deep down, when I face it,

[Hook: Miguel] (x2)
All I want is you (mhm)
All I want is you (now)
All I want is you now (sugar)
Now that you’re gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

[Bridge: Miguel]
‘Cause they don’t smile,
Or smell like you

No they don’t make me laugh,
Or even cook like you

   Yeah she was a funny ass girl. For the time we were friends, she and I made each other laugh often, feeding off each other’s humour usually, and holy cow! She would bake the BOMB-EST cupcakes:

RAGE’s homemade cupcakes had me like

And they don’t photograph,
Nah, they don’t sex like you
Let’s face it, I can’t replace it
That’s why all I want is you now…

[Verse 4: Johnny Blaze]
I wake up in the morning and think What happened?
Trying to find the answers; Kanye West
You flew like planes, no joke, you jet
Was our friendship, something that, you regret?

   There were a lot of days were I would wake up in the morning and feel empty, as if asking myself: “Damn, how did things switch up so fast?” 

“You flew like planes, no joke, you jet, was our friendship, something that, you regret?” When RAGE wasn’t on speaking terms with the Vatos, it felt like she went on a plane and escaped from us for her own benefit. Had me wondering: “Was I really a shit friend? Does she hate me so much that she regrets being friends with me all together?”

And can we intertwine?
You found someone that these plain bitches couldn’t find,
Is it possible that you’ll get married in due time?

   A common theme that occurred in Vatos Locos, was whenever one of us got into a relationship with someone outside of our clique, there always seemed to be friction going on within our group. When RAGE was in the early stages of her first serious relationship, the Vatos tried our best to accept and support RAGE and her boyfriend’s relationship. The dude was cool, calm and collective. Rare type of human, so much so that I think RAGE scored when she began dating him compared to other girls at her school dating him. RAGE and her boyfriend were inseparable, like a newly wed couple.

I knew you were the wifey type, baking sweet cupcakes,
You discovered a new life, better find your love Drake

   At this point, I realize: “Hey, perhaps she’s really in love with this dude,” hence, she found her love; very Drake.

I say I’m sorry, you say “It’s alright”
Damn, said it with sincerity, why ain’t we tight?
I thought we were homies,
Yet you really low-blowed me,
Like an attitude of hatred

   Looking at this part right here, I can see now how insensitive I was. As if apologizing was enough to heal a friendship, not yet realizing that whatever I said about her boyfriend, had hit her to her core and couldn’t be fixed by saying “sorry.” I reiterate the “It’s alright” line that she said in the first verse to highlight that now she’s saying “It’s alright!” expressing the tone that she’s heard enough of my sorries and has had enough of my shit.

   “I thought we were homies, yet you really low-blowed me, like an attitude of hatred” The low-blow line wasn’t in the original. I changed it because it used to include Youforia’s real name (see E= DLP #1). Ironically, though I say: “you really low-blowed me” it’s probably how RAGE felt when I said what I said about her boyfriend.

Look at your life now
Just betrayin’,
You don’t wanna be friends, come to me and say it

   Like many things in life, we go through stages of emotions when it comes to people we care about. At the beginning of verse one, I was disappointed and confused as to why RAGE was being distant. The start of verse four reveals questions going on in my mind which leads to now. Now I’m fuelled. I’m frustrated. I want things to be how it used to be; Vatos Locos Forever type of thing. This is why I accuse RAGE of “betrayin'” because it felt like she turned her back on Vatos Locos without ever coming up to me and saying, “Hey, I don’t think we should be friends no more” type of scenario. She just decided “fuck ’em” I guess.

I’m displayin’,
My thoughts on this paper like I write for real

  So here we are, the cup has runneth over. My frustrations have spilled everywhere and now I’m doing the ol’ self deprecating thing, where I’m totally sweeping the idea of being a real writer under the rug.

I’m sayin’,
Before I promised you that I would never leave,
I loved you like a Sister; don’t ever disbelieve

   My favourite line in this piece. I made a promise to RAGE that I would never leave her side, be there for her when she needs me to be, which in my defence, I have, since she is the one who decided “Nope, fuck this white boy, I’m out” and not me. Despite all this, I did in fact love RAGE. If you’re lucky enough, you will meet people who you easily click with and as that friendship grows, so will the bond. This bond we shared, felt real. When you look at someone as a little sister that you never had, you will do whatever it takes to make sure that nobody hurts them; you protect them. Not because they’re fragile, nay, protect them because you love them and when you love someone, you go out of your way to make sure they’re alright but, I guess I failed in that department. Perhaps I was hurting more than helping…

[Outro: Miguel]
That’s why
All I want is you now (mhhm)
All I want is you now (yeah)
All I want is you now (sugar)
Now that you’re gone, gone, gone, gone
You know that you’re gone (I want you back)

Look At Lil Chano From 79th: #Chance3

Three is the magic number for Mr. Chancelor Bennett a.k.a. Chi-Town’s very own, Chance The Rapper. Chano has had quite the year so far: not only did he make a Saturday Night Live appearance with Kanye West, but he got to perform with Kanye, side-by-side; someone who he’s idolized since The College Dropout era. Chano also spent majority of this year so far working with Kanye on his now infamous album, The Life of Pablo. Chance co-wrote Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1, Famous, Feedback, and Waves; a song that only made the album because Chance really wanted it to be on it. (Thank you Chance!) As mentioned on my previous post (see the post here!!!Chance spit some of the most memorable bars on Ultralight Beam; the first track off TLOP:

I made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail
You said ‘Let’s do A Good Ass Job with Chance three,’
I heard you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let’s make it so free and the bar so hard
That a day one, gosh darn, part you can’t tweet”

Since Chance The Rapper confirmed via his Twitter, that his third project will be entitled Chance 3, fans can expect it to be a mixtape because of the similarity the artwork has to his previous work Acid Rap, which was released in 2013. For those of you who’ve been living under the sun, here is the artwork for that particular mixtape:


Now if you’ve paid any attention whatsoever, you can identify that the Chance 3 artwork is comparable to the Acid Rap mixtape cover based off the background of the skies and the way Chance is perceived as drawn out of pastels or of something of that creative nature. Another interesting thing to point out is that Chance is actually wearing the same long sleeve shirt that he wore when he performed on SNL with Kanye West, The-Dream, Kelly Price and Kirk Franklin on the Chance 3 artwork. I guess he must really dig that outfit.

Any who, here’s The EinsteinOfRap’s Top 3 Things To Expect On Chance 3 which at this point, could be released any day, out of the blue so to speak.

#1. Kanye West

I think it’s safe to say since Kanye received help from Chano for a good portion of The Life of Pablo, it’s only fair that ‘Ye returns the favour. Besides, Chance has a lot to live up to with the success of being apart of Donnie Trumpet and The Social Experiment‘s SURF and lets not forget about that random yet entertaining collaborative mixtape Chance did with Lil B The Based God. Needless to say, I can definitely see Kanye producing or lending some vocals for a verse or a hook or a combination of the three. Maybe Kanye will reform the Ultralight Beam team because how cool would a Ultralight Beam II sound? Maybe start that song for Chance 3, have Kirk Franklin speak and have Kanye end the song instead. These are just ideas though, don’t take my word too literally!

#2. Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment

It’s obvious that Chance The Rapper, Donnie Trumpet and The Social Experiment are in sync. You can’t really mention one without the others, and they have made some incredible works together. Some of my favourites in the past are Long Time II, Sunday Candy, Coast Is Clear and Warm Enough to name a few. It would not be a surprise to me if you hear Nico Segal a.k.a. Donnie Trumpet, toot away on his instrument when Chance 3 finally drops, and supporting Donnie, The Social Experiment. What would be a surprise however, is if Chicago native Vic Mensa is featured some how on Chance 3. Vic and Chance are indeed good friends and are apart of the SAVEMONEY collective, plus, we haven’t heard from Vic since No Chill dropped with Skrillex.

#3. Taylor Bennett

Many of Chance The Rapper’s fans don’t know that Lil Chano from 79th has a younger brother named Taylor Bennett. In fact, Taylor is an artist himself, following in the footsteps of older brother Chance. Just last year, Taylor released his debut album for FREE, entitled Broad Shoulders. For the first time in Taylor’s hip-hop career, he collaborated with Chance on the last song off his debut album, a track which is also called, Broad Shoulders. The song is reminiscent of the vibe fans felt from track number five Brain Cells off Chance’s first mixtape, #10Day. Here’s Broad Shoulders:

Again, since Chance was featured on Taylor’s album, I think it would only be fair to have Taylor spit some bars on Chance 3. It will introduce Chance fans to a new artist and it will help Taylor get more recognition as an artist, since he too is on the rise.

I hope Chance 3 drops soon, maybe some of my predictions will come true (really hoping for a Ultralight Beam II as an intro) and whether Chance 3 is free or not, I will definitely be getting my hands on it one way or another. Speaking of getting your hands on things, you can visit chanceraps.com right now and purchase some limited edition posters. Until then, stay zen and prosper as always!

98) “Dead Residents II”

98) Dead Residents II
By: Johnny Blaze

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,

[Verse 1:]
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’,
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

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,
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,

[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*

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)
I figured out that Cypress Hill sampled this
Gonna give it a shot like Diego at Gabbys,
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*

*4. Here We Go instrumental by Mac Miller*

*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!

*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,
Rave girls in the sun,
Y’all like to slop on dick,
Pacifers, and the blunt
I’m done!

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!)

59) “A Twitter Cypher”

A Twitter Cypher
By: Johnny Blaze and JDF

Me and my homie DLP we go way back,
We attack wack emcees who are straight wannabes,
We on the A track,
This ain’t no play back,
Better stay back

[Johnny Blaze:]
Pack a mac in the back of the ‘lac like I’m Big Pun
No I lied, I’m Johnny Blaze this is the ordeal son
Smoke loud my ears rung

My ears rung it ain’t over but the fat lady sung,
How can I lose when I’m God’s son?
We murder the alphabet and we don’t got a gun

[Johnny Blaze:]
All we got is one what?
One love, one life, one heart
So why should I sell my soul?
To make myself seem smart?
Damn retards

Everyone plays their parts,
No slackers on my team, we hittin’ the charts
DLP and JDF,
Hella noise making people go deaf

[Johnny Blaze:]
Somebody call a ref
‘Cause this fuck boy just illegally gave me a body check!
I embody stress and release THC from my breath

Smokin’ loud but my voice is louder,
Blowin’ flames like I’m fuckin’ Bowser,
Search all you want for talent but this ain’t a browser

[Johnny Blaze:]
“Yeah baby yeah” call me Austin Powers
No never that, I grew up in the six
But my origins is legit
503, E.S. I’m slick

“Ouuu kill ’em” no don’t do that, just fill ’em with envy
I could load up these clips and start to empty
I move heavy no chevy

[Johnny Blaze:]
Niggaz love to wear Religions or Levi’s
But I would rather wear some Dickies no matter what size
I’m me, fuck dem other guys

Trueys on no religion
These niggas birds; fuckin’ pigeon
Catch me cookin’ in the kitchen,
Not talkin’ baseball when I say I’m pitchin’

[Johnny Blaze:]
I dislike it when bitches don’t pitch in
-For the weed I mean,
I once tripped out ’cause I sipped on lean
Win like Charlie Sheen

Lean got me leanin’,
Kush got me seein’,
Shrooms got me fienin’
But these bitches got the demon,
Understand the meanin’
Stop dreamin’

[Johnny Blaze:]
Rather plot, stay schemin’
And fuck French Montana!
He’s trash like a white bitch who swallows dick like a banana

‘Bout to go bananas,
Two sides to my life like Hannah’s,
Rap ’bout anything,
Flow’s so sick it goes with everything
Why you tryna sing?

[Johnny Blaze:]
If you singin’ man I don’t, fuck wit, you!
Deez stupid ass bitches steppin’ on my shoes!
Kick them to the curb ’cause that’s what I do

Ain’t no melody,
You just a fella b
-Who thought he felt the beat,
Another defeat,
Me and DLP,
Kill the beat, we keep it discrete

[Johnny Blaze:]
I stay low key ’cause my soles ain’t free
‘Cause I’m a real OG from my head to my feet
And if a bitch hate me she can kiss her teeth

Eat beef no steak,
Everything on the line but nothing at stake
I might bend but I won’t break
You’re fake, it’s time to wake n bake
Fuckin’ snake

[Johnny Blaze:]
Too many of them in the Garden of Eden
A Freestyle About Nothin’ mentioned my blog is viewed from Canada to Sweden
I’m sweet, eh

58) “A Freestyle About Nothin'”

58) A Freestyle About Nothin’
By: Johnny Blaze

When my mind reaches it’s full potential,
I have the ability to write what’s inside my mental,
Which is an essential,
The fundamentals of being a writer,
Is to be one with your mind and in due time,
You’ll be fine,
Drink coke with the lime,
Write another rhyme,
Don’t commit any crimes,
Just write a lot of lines about pussy, money, weed,
Happy 4/20! Will I get high? Naturally!
Actually, I rap drastically
Fans can call my style wicked and catastrophically, logically, and relatable too,
So you can listen while pissin’ in a urinal, it’s true
I’m a long haired warrior; Roman Reigns
A woman with beautiful eyes shall remain,
Sane, I’ll be your Superman, be my Lois Lane,
Superfly like Jimmy, weed loud like Whitney,
I used to have a shaved head no Britney,
Can’t fuck a white bitch ’cause she reigns from Whitby
To be or not to be that is the question,
I’m just a human being, not aiming for perfection,
Rather suplexin’ anybody that tries to question my way of livin’
You think I’m soft, but watch, you won’t be saying grace on Thanksgivin’
Lord willin’ I don’t break your legs,
I’m peaceful, so to speak hoe,
You gotta go upside down and drink from the kegs
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Smoking the ganja, grind up a nug,
You feelin’ real snug, pussy tight like the cocoon of a bug
10:40PM my brother eating CT crunch
Belly so big, you woulda thought he had lunch, brunch, and managed to squeeze in dessert and for the worst part,
He smells like a fat kid who acts ratchet
Bury me one and I’ll bury you son
I am the sun, number one, bound for greatness
I know a chick who will probably read this and say “I hate this”
Or we can pretend that I didn’t write that,
Knew from day one I’d be like Matt
Matt? Chubs?
He’s got a great heart and for the most part,
He just wants to get his dick wet for his better interest no taxes included,
Kinda like the government sending me tax influence
Fuck the government, if they send me money for real,
I’ll act like Evander; knock them into a Holyfield
At the beginning of this verse I mentioned a member from The Shield,
Roman Reigns? Lois Lane? Scroll up, you’ll remember the ordeal
EinsteinOfRap, Johnny Blaze or DLP,
Remember my name is my name look out for the D, LP
Grunt like Rick Ross? Stop it, you’re a cop aye?
Officer, Wale hands on him if Stalley has no Gunplay?
Reach a bill like Meek Mill
I see Rockie’s Fresh rolling with Maybach O, 
French Montana is a traitor, still fucking with Diddy and Bad Boy bro
I’ve never seen a rapper wear a chain with a peace sign,
They drive Bugatti’s, Ferrari’s, Maybach’s, but I’m okay with driving a Nissan
If this is Total Slaughter, ask Royce to bring five 9’s,
One for every member of Slaughterhouse, and one will be mine
Kendrick don’t go to School, boy, now his I.Q. Is Ab-soulutely Rocked like Jay,
I’m TBE, no TDE,
Floyd got money he doesn’t need no TD, G!
I’m so pale you could say I’m a bucket
But fuck it, your bitch basic, she loves butt fuckin’
Show your cards, your poker face? Man you bluffin’!
Stop cussin’ I’m bussin’ it to back to school
And duel any fool that claims their Blue Eyes got Dragons too
Ye, ye, went to Dragon beach in the Summer and smoked a blunt during the week
-end, KC came along, that’s Kryzanne Cristobal
No fortune, I’m tellin’ you she’s doper than a crystal ball
Write in a composition book? Sorry no thanks,
I know that’s Daniela Beca’s blog title
But there ain’t enough pages for me to write
-In, this a freestyle about noth-in’
Grow my hair like Asher Roth
Get all the Tangerine Girls and put one finger in the air just like this
Then I’m gon’ pull it, yes I’m gon; pull it, yes I will pull it, yes I will pull,
-The plug on the stereotype that taking a year off to work then go to College is something most slack in, then they won’t be eager to learn some knowledge?
Bullshit, do you even know who I am?
The procrastinating King dude I can do well under pressure; Dodge Ram
Bam, told y’all motherfuckers I would make it big
My blog doin’ numbers from Canada to Sweden kid,
I’m living Proof that being Bizarre is Kuniva
Open the Porter, see Eminem eat M&Ms, even a Kon Artist can be a Godiva
It’s safe to say, I ran out of material so I guess I’ll pick up this razor blade, cut space and go David Blaine,
So that mean I’m gonna disappear from the atmosphere
But this a freestyle from the top of my dome,
Told my Mama I ain’t coming home
Cause I’m King David, here I am, sittin’ in my throne
I’m so high up but watch out, I’m getting into my zone
Don’t judge me because I am stoned,
And yet somehow, some way,
My blog is going around the globe…