Feel them holes in your heart where I pierced your soul?/And that’s why you can’t never let me go, no/I’m a feeln you forgot you know/I remind you that you all alone/you remember that it’s just a show/and we forget why we playin’ along/an now you glad that it’s just a song/but, this the matrix/and I’m the only one/I’m the power in your veins when you feelin’ strong/that shower of shame when you proven wrong/I’m hate, I’m love, I’m a hug, I’m a push, I’m a shove/I’m everything that you thinkin’ of/Shit I thought before/I’m the art of war/I’m the book on the art of war/I make you wanna kiss your bitch some more/I’m a halo ’round a pitch fork/I’m a promise that it won’t come true/and I’ma make ya still hope that it do/I’m the scars of love to remind you/the good go bad, and everything bad stays bad, and the past comes back/I’m a fist pack in a wrist wrap/so everything you fuckin’ pissed at/you could swing and miss at/I’m a mis-hap/they say I’m this that/I say I’m they/you listenin’ to them/you just listenin’ to me/master of the puppetry/welcome to my cup of tea/I’m a thief stealin’ everything that you can’t see/”it can’t be”/you only are what you can’t believe/and that’s why you can’t meet who you really are/and that’s why you can’t feel where you really scarred/yea, we coulda had it all/but everything we coulda had is nothin’ but a scar

1st Verse Picture books, picture books/now see how cold your picture looks/when you close your eyes, do you picture us/think of the past, can you feel my touch?/dreams bring it back, but it’s all too much/while your clutchin’ your pillow but your sick to your gut/feelin’ like your fallin but your body’s just stuck/images flash but it’s all mixed up/hands, faces, kisses, hugs, pillow cases/try to get a glimpse, but it’s all just fucked/and your wearin’ thin/any moment then/that pain you in/should blow away in the wind/but gravity keep holdin’ it in/and the room just spin/now you puke’n again/fallin’in place, to the place you begin 2nd Verse Dirty looks, dirty looks/I can see your face when you thirty plus/an that shiny shit all turn to rust/an the buildings emptied and filled up/and the people that killed all the people that build ‘em/the people it take/for the people think/that the people are fake/’til the weight is enough and we finally crush (crush)/so time is enough/give enough time and time murder us/so time murderous/and it’s dirty looks/now ya see the dirt in all of us/quick sand it jus swallow us/set fire to our flame/flame caught fire, it’d never be the same/it’s scarred and stained from the pain so it can’t/and the time too lethal to wait 3rd Verse We fuckin’ burn it up, burn it up/thought it was burnt, it keep turnin’ up/and your eyes couldn’t see inside of me/and a side of you that I never knew/and it tore me apart/up in the morning, just sit in the car/didn’t have the strength get the car to start/hours go by, and the car still parked/rain on the window/tears on the door/neighbors wonder what I’m sittin’ here for/got my head on the glass/and the keys in my lap/and I feel like I’m just about to collapse/wa-water it’s just water all around me/this must be what it feel like drowning/the sky in your eyes/and your heart keeps pounding/screaming your name, set fire to the rain Bridge I’m flippin’ through these picture books/and all these different views of us/it looks like someone screwed ‘em up/there’s nothin’ but these dirty looks/and the beauty’s gone/and the canvas is wrong/soul could change so much from a year ago/I can’t keep your love, nah, here ya go/see your face in the mirror it’s a miracle/sick to ya touch/life ain’t enough to heal the cuts of love/reach for the last place I thought you was/but there’s nothin there/broken hearts in a puddle of love/tears everywhere/love,war, everthing fair/’til you talk to the vets, roll ’round in a wheel chair/never see you there/never see you care/I never feel you near

1ST Verse I’m bashin’ glasses, plastic, anything my hands on/ya’ll don’t know the half of it/ya’ll should shut your traps and shit/shit, save me some oxygen/alpha, omega/you lookin’ at a masterpiece/you viewin’ a Van Gogh/stuffy headed, into me/fresha than that Coogie/I don’t want your coochy/just watch the fuckin’ movie/death to fuckin’ smoochie/two things, you, me/that’s some shit it’d never be/metaphor to ufamy/you should try to use me/everything you say about yourself is me usually/eww, he fuckin’ booshy/oh, well ya’ll bullshit/guess we fuckin’ even/you don’t think we even?/me neither I was teasin’/bite it like you teethin’/ya’ll should try to be him, at least once/that way you could stunt without a front, at least once/you should see the way they face looked/when they asked me for some time/I said “Nah, my fuckin face booked” 2nd Verse Fresher than you ever been/hold this then I’m goin’ in/hopeless, why they blowin wind?/sho’ enough he showcase/showin’ off, until he show again/show and tell/she show it well/show me some’n some’n, I ain’t see that/show me more detail/and I ain’t take for granted ‘cept the box, and then/you could act like you was dirty.com, the end/cause I been runnin’ shit, since I was shittin’ in my britches/all these bitches talkin’ shit/don’t know that beef is so delicious/if you wonder how Ish is/I am ill like every sickness is incepted in my victims/holla “Can I get a witness”/I need no more than the scriptures/I am livin’ life like/every day is fuckin’ Christmas/I can’t take no advice/if you ain’t what I insist, then you are of no interest/fall back and give me inches/I ain’t fuckin’ witchu princess/go ahead and dig a hole baby/then fix how ya face look/my fuckin’ face booked 3rd Verse They told me life was a bitch/then call me S.O.B/I told em make ya’ll feel better, ya’ll could replicate me/see, the difference is for instance/I ain’t trippin’ off them Benjams/new inventions every sentence/see, the truth is I’m a artist/ya’ll could try your hardest, but, ya’ll never be regardless/I would be fly fuckin’ sleepin’ on a park bench/or in yo bitch apartments/ha, ha I sexed her/LOL, OMG I’m in it while you text her/she asked me if I beatbox/no..but, I beat box/shit, I’m important/bitch, we in Portland/you ain’t heard of Ish?/what the fuck is you snortin’?/game of aggravation/I am running out of patience/see, everything you makin’ is so fuckin’ irritatin’/when awaken, I am ageless/I speak as if I’m ancient/they love you till you ain’t shit/don’t get it, like I’m cajun/”Heeeuwaaa, in the truck!”, look my fuckin’ face booked

Grounds keeper/run around town playin’ street sweeper/never hit you with a heatseeker/shit, you’d miss everytime/ya’ll Monday, Tuesday, weak on Wednesday/Thursday, Friday hella weak then/I’m Saturday, Sunday the week ain’t in/ya’ll been weak all week/I’m the weak-end/I’m the end of the weak/ain’t a mystery/muhfuckas ain’t around when it gets to me/’preciate a little urgency/we in a state of emergency/feds fuck’n all the currency/it occurred to me currently/you can’t confer with me/but, you could follow me/try study my astrology/fuckin’ rip the track/probably owe beats apology/try and stitch em back/let the track relax/and hand em back to somebody that’s wack/ya get clapped/it’d lead to that/and see to the fact, ya get capped when you rap/a repeated attack/I’m a plane, I’m a bird, I’m fuckin’ superb/I’m a legend, legacy in advance/if you hangin’ by the seam of your pants/that mean you fans/I been dyin’ to ask, tell the guy in spot one, need to get off my ass/rumor has, I been die’n to spaz/rumor has it, lit a can of gas with a match, bitch/and drank every drop/burn the track to ashes/real hard up to find a rapper with lashes/and ya’ll fired up, to find your ass in a casket/fuck’n ‘abnascious’/me a ball hog and I never will pass it/better get a booth, fire proof and then move/got a wolf on the loose, with nothin to do/and the first one found, teeth sink into you/here’s thinkin’ of you/I’m rollin’ down the block in a Cadillac coupe/how ya feel about Kid, got a Cadillac too/I’m cold, I’m hot/I don’t know when to stop/I don’t know what I got/but, I get it alot/I’m contagious/a muhfucka’s terminal ill/and it’s rageous, a muhfucka spit it and kill/rumor has it a muhfucka back in action/talkin’ bout rumors, ain’t nobody had asked ya/speakin’ my name, all a sudden you happenin’/and now they wonder if I kick it with that kid/and I’m like “Hell na, I ain’t never did that shit/grrr, matey got em walkin’ the plank/and I sccuurrr errrybody, better shove in a shank/and I… rock like I ain’t got food in the tank/how ya feel about rumors? Rumors are great ’cause/rumor has it, I’m fuckin’ magic/and even in the flesh, I’m what you imagined/you’ll never find Ish when I’m off on a tangent/go head look stupid, threaten to do shit/beat a dead horse/kick shit out a glue stick/you’ll be the next recipient of my two step/we F S Y E S, we in the nest/dog on the lawn, freshest shit you ever seen/I ain’t quite done yet/I’ma kill a cadet/like a shiny new pet, I’ma pet it to death/and when you run out of breath/I’ma try and resus/bring you back to life/just to beat you to death/but, these is just rumors/and rumor has it/rumors ain’t true/don’t believe in that shit

1st verse I only see you behind my eyelids/so where’d you go?/forming habits with my eyes closed/so now I know/we did everything together then/but now we don’t/I was happy there in never land/so far to fall/I heard it told to me so long ago/that time is cold/and dreams are waking up your soul though/just when it froze/on my own since you gone/so my dreams are wrong/I hold the pain in my palm/that I paint you from/you know I… Adele bridge/chorus 2nd Verse I used to believe in second chances/just cause I caught your eye/double take exchangin’ glances/questions not worth askin’/so, this must be romance, huh?/but I finally got my answer/hello, hello please tell me this is Hanna/an I’m livin in a movie/please don’t wake me when this scene cut/things ain’t what they seem but/don’t remind me/I’m still soaking up/right now, this is everything/right now, we the movie screen/so excuse me if my movement seem/I’m livin in a dream/I.. Adele chorus 3rd Verse I don’t believe in second chances/first your heart get sprained and then it fractures/love that shit that get worse as you practice/and then we reenact this/until we leanin’ backwards/now we doin’ backflips/and it happens, and we hurt/and I mean it/I don’t need it incompleted/is just freedom/and for freedom I will bleed and I will die/and for you, I guess/and for you I just try/better let go love we holding, for love turn fear & loathing Adele chorus/interview/instrumental breakdown

We’ll be ok/we’ll be ok/we’ll be ok/we’ll be ok/we’ll be ok/we’ll be ok/oooooooohhhhhhh Verse 1, Noraa Ish: You know how i feel/ ‘Final Hour’ nothing even matters/ lauryn hill/ inspiration is my mode of transformation/ I kiss your lips and wonder where your face went/ love is patient end quotation/ bullshit statement/ cuz they gon’ tell you that they love you/ just before they leave you/ look good in a preview, just a sequel, thats deceitful/ we see beauty/ outside people dont see inside if that’s evil/ if I do it I dont mean to/ I’m a screw up; we all equal/ and the ones around the least are the ones you need the most/ and you never know you got it til’ its gone/ so let it all go and figure out if you was wrong/ that should give you something you could build from/ something you could feel some/ we get so Novacained that the pain just sustain/ I want hurt to go away/ ‘fore my soul’s slow decay/ I want yesterday to stay, where I left it out the way/ and I want nothing in today, other than to hear you say/ are we ok? Chorus 1, Kid Pistol Are we ok? x8 We’ll be ok x7/ooooooooohhhhh Verse 2, Noraa Ish So, whats the size of the sky?/ And how you know they blessings in disguise, if they hidden from your eyes?/ And what you call that sound as a teardrop dries/ relief or defeat?/ and how you recognize truth, and you aint never told lies?/ and how you sympathize feeling fucking guilty inside?/ we keep that filthy inside/it’s such an easy place to hide/ and how you know when you wrong/ you only say that you right/ I only write how I feel, meaning i mean what I write/ I don’t believe in no hype, or let that shiny shit excite me/ I already shine quite brightly/ you should be more like me/ but, that is so unlikely/ my heart is just a crime scene and I explore it nightly/ I just need some quiet dreams/ something seen on fiction screens/ something where depiction seems/ picture perfect so serene/ sandy beaches ocean leans/ somebody please cut these strings/ somebody please scream cut/ if your life’s a nightmare, you should now be woken up Chorus 2, Kid Pistol Are you awake? x8 Someone, please wake me up, won’t you just wake me up?/won’t you just wake me? Won’t you just wake me up?/Someone, just wake me up, won’t you just wake me up?/Won’t you just wake me up?/oooooooohhhhh Verse 3, Noraa Ish Feel like I’m runnin on ‘E’/ runnin’ outta energy/ maybe everything I need is already inside of me/ but, I cant pull it/ I cant focus/ cuz you hurt and you dont show it/ you just hold it/ it exploded/ now the ones that got a motive get exposed/ they supposed/ they ain’t front/ or they aint pose/ or they aint fake/ or who knows/ but, the doors stay closed/ and the walls stay up/ and we all feel fucked/ cuz we don’t trust ya/ yeah busta/ they’d rush ya, just to touch ya/ but I never knew that/ I’d never know this../we’re all fucking hypocrites/ we all packing fuckin chips/ on our shoulder, we all show ya/ you get colder as you older/or you hot until smolder/ either way its all over/you just take from me, take from me/ i see these people they all shaped funny/ they screaming ‘Make money! Make money!’/ Rob Young told you that the paper turn to vapors/ neighbors turn strangers/ and love turn to anger…

Verse 1 Wake me up when it’s over/when you done with the “so what”/when you’re tryin’ to turn our love like the stove’s up/when you done with not showing up/cuz even when you showin’ up/you don’t know to show enough/so, wake me up when it’s over/i don’t feel like I know ya/I feel lonelier now/then when you not around/cuz when you not around/i could ‘member how you feel/when you was fuckin’ real/so when it’s over/or when you sober/when i don’t have to get to know ya/becuz I known ya, before you was a cobra/before the venom in your veins/before you changed/before the pain/before the rain came/before you had to claim/that you were still the same/cuz back then, that was really you/and you wouldn’t have to say it/so, wake me up when it’s over/an i could wake from my coma/and you could come out your persona/but you been gone so long, you like a Necromong/and there’s not enough you left, for me to hold on/please show me I’m wrong (Russell Stafford) X2 Don’t let your soul go/before you know/your soul is sold for gold Verse 2 so wake me up when you done with the new you/cuz when the new you is old/now you someone you ain’t used to/an Chanel that you use to/feel how ya usual, usually beautiful/well, now it don’t work right/and ya can’t buy enough to bluff/cuz it was all just cover-up/and what coverup can’t cover up/is the other stuff/and now you just a smudge/but, you could keep tryin/you could keep applyin/but, everytime you put it on/that’s a put-on and you was lyin’/so wake me when it’s over/but go ‘head, tell me how them heels feel/and them brand new jeans/them was so clean/and look at my finger/ got carats on the ring/but holla when your teeth off-white and it hurt to bite/asleep day and night/my world is black and white (Russell Stafford) X2 Don’t let your soul go/before you know/your soul is sold for gold Verse 3 I told you, you was turnin’ to somethin’ I wouldn’t have wanted/the first time you begged for some shit wit’ a label on it/and you was out partyin’/coke you may have wanted/I don’t know/you was drinkin’ all night until you vomit/an eww, damn, designer/you are so SoHo/but that’s South Houston/and you not east coast/you not the WestVille/you only know how the west feel/muhfuckas talk’n bout Kanye West still/give that man a break/ya know Kanye West ill/’Ye the only man that probably know how I feel/seems so harmless/then be so heartless/and think about herself, yet be so thoughtless/and even from the projects, she see objects/she see Mercedes/and she see bank/she wrote me a letter, then CC’d Jake/you as real as a carbon copy/you so fake (Russell Stafford) X2 Don’t let your soul go/before you know/your soul is sold for gold

Picture me runnin’/and uh, I’m never stoppin’/fuck the fence as I hop ‘em/I’m poppin’ up on top of buildings as they belly floppin’/I’m the fuckin’ opera/this soul is so Sinatra/this thing of ours will forever prosper/Cosa Nostra/I’m so astrologic/eleventh month centaur/I am so ‘astromic’/Jupiter, fire sign, that is so ironic/tectonic planet killer comet/I peel the sky back from heaven as I’m fallin’ from it/my delineation is the constellation/draw that/I spit akashic/book of life my Atma’s cosmic/with a day star shine/stuck on Helian Prime/with a Furyan mind/I’m ecliptic/I’m the epicenter/ya’ll could catch me fuckin’ never ever/I’m whoever’s winner/ya’ll so middle of the road/I’m a black hole, playin’ hand ball with the globe/’bout to swallow it whole/and Kid will never come up missing/it’s just life, but this is our rendition/we ain’t listen/ya need a truer vision/we unify like we ain’t knew division/I’m cold and hot like he ain’t knew the difference/I pray for more repentance/my sentence full of vengeance/I’m the super bowl, ya’ll a fuckin’ scrimmage/I’m offended ya’ll was even invented/see I needed Rob Young, like my soul was robbed young/cause I could feel the soul, in his songs when he sung/and my heart jump start/Juma Blaq do the track/I’m the handle to the axe/shit somebody should swing me/only move forward/shit somebody should king me/Alicia Keys, sing to me/another broken heart/with my eyes closed runnin’ in the dark/we all ending where we start/with the scars of love/while we sinkin’ in the quicksand looking at the stars above/I can’t help think it’s me that I honestly was…