written 6-20-17 to 6-20-17 dix Ones too many a thousand never enough Where there's there darkness there's danger [theres] blackness in my blunt Faculties pack a punch Capacity been over run Dixie350 smokin rollin on stock Nonstop 16 hours landing in Cadiz Human candid flowers On beat canvas Doctor of journalism Beat drug chief No Mo tiv my motif Concrete spin no teeth Low key folding shorty H Hold these look up what you was holding now my forty Written story post gimcrack passed OE This is not a new genre This is hip hop at it's highest tweak This is not a new genre This is hip hop at it's highest tweak Ones too many a thousand never enough Where there's there darkness there's danger [theres] blackness in my lung Dixie350 smokin rollin on stock

written, to 4-22-18, on 4-28-18 Ion feel the pain no more Bet I walk it off anyway I know that the rain gon poor No, I'm walking in it anyway Know I've seen better days Know I'ma gonna make em too Homie Sick with facts Tell exactly what I think of you Hip shot shooter Bring that blade never gonna hear the chop sue me Source hidden in the code Cold code four Seven six eight cool Painted on car Doors adjacent North facing, South west statement Vortex case with the bass Pimp jigging Rents grinning Psuedo-fed samp in this shit Trancnificiant Stamp kicking in blowing With extended kin Better days Better run medicine Meet a soul in a synth Run with the wind

written, to 3-22-18, on 3-23-18 Running through the streets all day With a - on my - 20 round Clío why you do All day With a - on my - 20 round Clío will you do me When the sun coming up And the highs going down See the lights in the sounds And the shadows in your face yeah I ain’t gon save ya Gun it till I’m paid Got yo self to save Ain’t nobody gonna wait For ya Gon pray for ya Girl Go head sway for me Save some space for me Tell me that you’ll wait for me

You Fucked from the jump Off top, best bet When the block gets hot is when the street get wet Fucked from the jump off top Touch rim Strip grip, buck shot Issa long way to the top Take aim go bop [BUP] on pop Go bust on opps Go fund something right Dear sirs been up all night Fear words that asserts your light They do You got a hot whip but you cyphen fuel Multi-height from the 9th floor Don’t confuse yo time From the cycle Skewed This Life’s on you When the sheep look up when they taint yo food

Psycho-acoustics, booming off the ceiling eclls Hyper-diluted Polluted, but I hear it well 30K range limit Off the brain I came with it Pick up the vibe, crack the crane, hear the bells Ringing, singing Million heathens in the streets Slinging MP3s to folks who cope seeing belief When they eyelids shit Violet riots through the leak Stop the time between the sheets Find the rhymes through the frequencies Frequently, looking for the shine in the pitch And the lines they depict in the pulse of the kit Tumultuous, uproarious, disorderly formed to this Five grams to hit the Delorean born fix Ear drum hit in the box Hear 'em coming in flocks Love to front on cops who take away the vox from the locks full of life Take away the sight, array of noise coming down The same plane, the same same brain interchange see the sound now You see what you see and you hear what you hear But if your seeing is believing, I been hearing this for years Yeah you you see what you see and you hear what you hear But if your seeing is believing, I been hearing this for years Yeah you see what you see and you hear what you hear Yeah you see what you see and you hear what you hear Yeah you see what you see and you hear what you hear But if your seeing is believing I been hearing this for years I fear what I seek I reap what I don't know I leap off a cliff to hear the rocks glow with the soul of a body not seen but shown through a floating flow over scopes incarcerated with the barks overthrown hull hollow Knock on the glass watch the waves crash into the cranium Mass grow until the brain defamed never the same again Laced with ten hearing aids Tuned to the room of doomsday participants Indifferent to the carcinogens that they be imprisoned in Deface the earth in holographic depictions of literature Than been banned oral picture books list the shams that passed before Shackled to the last man that's known as raw Last tour didn't go too far Destination B about as far as I could fall When the sirens hit, listen for the music of streets Only sound to give you peace as the ties give you grief Piece of the puzzle that they cannot defeat Put that speaker on your shoulder That beat'll fold 'em Stand on your feet It's the sound they seek You see what you see and you hear what you hear But if your seeing is believing, I been hearing this for years Yeah you you see what you see and you hear what you hear But if your seeing is believing, I been hearing this for years Yeah you see what you see and you hear what you hear Yeah you see what you see and you hear what you hear Yeah you see what you see and you hear what you hear But if your seeing is believing I been hearing this for years

written, to 12-25-17, on 4-16-18 From the back to front gon set it off Underground underdogs Gon bet it all on us, doggie Mod stoney with it Issa marathon Betta run homie put four to the floor and but a wrap on it And you Know I got flow with a cap on it Heard dem boys went snapped on it This that Future past soundtrack to manifest yo passion to Play yo role and hit yo cue Crack that glass and see your view Few maneuvers Why your bitchass losin We out here supergrouping Brain lucid mind consuming Through it, pass the fusion Last to do it push the movement