1st verse: Raw hustle from the corpuscle, Have Mcs striking like the streetlight done hit the 4 muzzle I pushed a pillar and the walls crumbled, Words with Friends, JB hit my line and my score doubled, Godbody? That's some more trouble, And when we huddle, pass around the plate cuz that was Saul's tumble. The stakes bubbled like a late fumble, and im Concentrating in a major way like the Yay's Bumble, That DOM shit aint no punk hoe (punk hoe)! Set off some 203's and get you done for, I was chubby in the race and I run slow, But I'm hunched low in the cold and its dumb snow Where I eat, people know my name I'm not there to meet, I'm there to peep, they breed in groups and there to speak like parakeets. I seen a shepard raise a leper who would rarely reach, This aint the reverend's preach, he the coach, he rarely sleep! I spent long days callin plays in hallways, Hugs for Young thugs who win and lose between ball games, teach small gains, they in class misspelling Balmains! Dodgin' Dodges in traffic, log to log like the frog game. I'm allergic to the fame like a dog's mane, You could have it all see the world and still be Bourdain! No disrespect, but everyday lil boys hang A little at a time, they in the paint, and cant endure pain. Whats above you, whats tuggin on yo puppet strings? And i aint pious or reliant on them other things. My writing bigger top to bottom like memes, My tribe is a team thats grounded but still bother with dreams. Pace the floor like Dick Versace in '88 The kick and bass was placed to make invertebrates, Revolutionary, Paolo Freire, part Mary Frances Berry, Part scary wit bars thats par legendary. So what you got for me, play it straight or in the Box like the lottery, Pro Tools or "Logic-ally," Wavy as synthesizers, hippocampus hypnotizer, Rod get the people open like a nebulizer, Or a pill from Pfizer, would you lie about this Culture for a new subscriber? Or you just barkin wit the colonizin' mountain climbers? Words out my mouth is wiser Transmogrified my doubt into a route provider. 2nd verse: From the city where the pity run low, now the E is popped, Grew up that big boy underrated, with a speakerboxx, My cousin let me ride in his deuce when Eazy E was hot, Heard no more questions on Pierson, my whole stee was rocked. Shit, Flint back in them days, we aint see no cops, Wind chill advisory probably, but the streets was hot, Big Al watch me now in the basement, RIP to pops, Taught me bout the clues in the news, i used to read a lot, It's nice to squeeze a knot, nice crib, decent lot, See her not, she dressin' and restin', keep her Kegels locked, How can a man call himself livin', if his seeds is not, I see he call his brothers kings now, yet deem his queen a thot, My G is locked, so I ain't beefin like a vegan spot But niggas need to know innovation is what the streets about, They seek to be the next Mark Eaton, lead the league in blocks, These shorties fiend for clout so bad, they bag up legal now, My people need a lot more than speeches, they need reaching out, Our history is victory, Mr. C stocked to leave it out, What worth is a man's lifetime, if he leave his watch, Music decorating my time, I leave this ink to blot So, The Black is "unfreqd" wit tact and tactics unique, Some cats might get down with my truth, in fact its too deep, Unwrapped and out the package and snapped in half on pavement, With dirt all on the plastic, some make excuses and blaze it, As jaded as the wolf who is starving and lick the blade is, The journey of a man broke in half, purpose is faded, You can't expect justice from those who would enslave us.

Just relax, know what I'm sayin'. Just be cool, man You ain't gotta outrap nobody. You can rap, it's cool. Just say what you gotta say, Make it easy. Rod Wallace: Buff told me i should talk to em, Your words can make a spot in the game just help 'em walk through 'em. Wasnt always in the zone gave up walks to 'em, I catch em snoozin, Rod to smooth to give a balk to 'em JB's a JD in the thizzface, Say my name on records, it get ugly as yo wiz face. Life's a slim wit a thin waist, who can Run court, tongue forked, keep 5 K's like the Crim race, On my own pace, steak with the bone placed, I'm on tape showin big pictures like the drones make. Thanking God I had the time to get my dome straight, And you ain't eating off of me, I'm like a gold plate. I used to want a crib offa Long Lake, Now i want a block back in the valley, make my own great But Mic Notes said they gone hate, So imma do it for my whole state. Chorus If you from the 313, rock wit me, Cuz u got this hiphop shit locked wit a key, and To the 734, wantin more Ace Deuce got the juice, Ypsi keepin it raw, and to the 248, gettin papes from the Top to the bottom where we dig in the crates and to the 810, Here we go F13ldz They say heavy is the head that where's the crown, Well shit, mine is on right now, and it's cocked to the Side, and I'm lookin like the Funco Doll of Biggie Smalls You so-called kings is really broads, When Atlas Shrugged, I juggled the weight of the world, While you Norbit niggas crumbled from the weight of your girl, Don't try to show up, bow up, or your ass will get tow up (pause), From the floor up, another nigga the doc can sew up. Cause I'm all about bars but we can spar if you take it there, I'll tie my hands behind my back just to make it fair, And here's an image so you well aware, I once fought a polar and told niggas go over there and help the bear. That's why I'm on some shit you can't compare, And I'm the last mother fucker that you ever wanna double dare. So watch your tone when you speak to the man, Be it my mittens or my writtens, all my punches gone land. Chorus If you from the 313, rock wit me, Cuz u got this hiphop shit locked wit a key, and To the 734, wantin more Ace Deuce got the juice, Ypsi keepin it raw, and to the 248, gettin papes from the Top to the bottom where we dig in the crates and to the 810, Here we go

1st Verse You the man, by about every metric on that 'Gram, Wealthy in ya selfies, sizzle in the pan. A-1 credit, day 1 breaded, K on the strip, your day 1's legend, Keys in your grip, Bobby Flay Iron Chef it, Case just a blip, submarine stealth it Lace on yo chick cost a place on yo chick, Ambiguous, cats can't tell the race on ya chick, Genuine paper chasers? Evasive over chips, Look at Jay, he dont play loquacious bout his shit! What you see is what you get, flex turn to checks, Cats claiming terminal burnin off they debts, Karma undefeated when hatin's the antecedent, Where you gone turn when the options done depleted, maign? Cappin like you throwin heaters maign, Arsch liegen auf wiedersehen (German). Chorus Cuz cap is out of control, cap is out of control. From the image you portray to the lies that you told, Cap is out of control. Cap is out of control, cap is out of control Rent-a-cars, tinted stars, fake diamonds and gold, Cap is out of control. 2nd verse This what they tell you, they say I can make you famous, get you placements, You know ol boy my guy, you still workin out the basement? You know he stay in Miami, he like my family Niggas say he washed but he bubblin, you understands me but check it, for the price of 3999.99, Send your tape, I'll slide it to his baby's mom, My cousin do her hair and they both work at Amazon, The 2-track will do but make sure no tags is on, Oh yeah, name it "type beat" cuz he a hype beast Pick a name off Rap Caviar, he like heat Bruh as far as the money, its an investment The money you might make can't compare to this connection, This is the life when you move with no direction An artist in a world where attention brings selection Find space in the game, plant seeds in every section And everything you need is starin back in your reflection.

Sunday afternoons, you nap while i catch a tune, Lionel Richie, its ironic how I snap on Zoom, My allegiance won't always mean we have agreements, I might not see it at the time but we can supercede it, Once a year, I might bring up previous achievements, CP3 this, throw oops to the youth like Phoenix, Go and get yo best boy, I bet I'll be his key grip, Put him in the B section like a second sequence. Ask about me in the streets and hear a grippin tale, Yesterdays price aint todays like you missed the sale, You fuckin off yo little ties like a Chippendale, RTO been lost his mind, i just get his mail. Sippin ale, wave at neighbors 'cause they see the labor, Grass was long until I bought it, now the 4th is catered, Back porch with favors, vodka, of course, with flavors This aint even about stayin on road, we pavers..... The faith of a seed, the hatred I need, That knock in my headphones, the colors I bleed, Im leadin' my league, so lil homies, we up We up, We up The love of the game, the joy in my voice Be quiet or raise my name, I made up my choice, My potna's exploits, tell my homies we up Dirty old, you might see it if the service cold, Wit some time and experience the purpose show, 66 drift the curve with the purple glow, Versatile versus styles thats on surface pro, Educate your mind if you want your worth to grow, Seem simple but your efforts make it certain, yo, Or make it hurt in our subconscious, make it personal, Pour the hate out from your heart and then reverse the flow, Shit, Im the past and the present, see how Versuz go? Do the math, get perspective, what your verses show? The king of Clips Spurrin' Magic like you Turkoglo, Your DNA could save the day in this murder show, Fight the urge to talk about how you deserve to blow, Curtis to Kercheval, we up long as we vertical, Serpico gonna turn my journal to a Wordle score, I wrote my way out of that circle like a cursive "o." Oh No second guessin', no weapon formed, You musta slept in, blessed in the storm, No water to step in, lil homies we up Say what i see, what is a key? That is the darkside what is it to me? I paid off the fee, so lil homie we up

1st verse (Snapeasy) Old wounds can never heal if its a constant battle, And it's ass backwards if you pave the way with gravel. Rocky relationships, our foundations unstable, Shocking that this is over, red line read fatal, Less talk and more breakups, let it go, my ego, Got me searchin for answers like Dora and Diego, Who are you with no makeup? A D minus? A C plus? Fake hair, A cup, gold digger with good luck? I've been done, ridin this roller coaster, we had fun, Givin you the best that I had, and never had uhh, Sad, but no hard feelings or even bad blood, Here's a thumbs up, well-wishes behind the soft nudge, Heart cold as Kool-Aid slush, I guess I'm drunk off lust or That's how the cookie crumbles to dust, I said Heart cold as Kool-Aid slush, I guess I'm drunk off lust or That's how the cookie crumbles to dust. Chorus Things will change if you ain't on your game, My brain, my mind, this time think I'm to blame, Tonight, get right, this life, relight the flame, Cuz you and I gone do or die again. 2nd verse (Rod Wallace) Red roses turn to dead roses, Reminisicin' on the days that we shared focus, Love's rain exposed pain we didn't dare notice, Locus of control had a hold now I bear soulless, See, I was a microphonist, free spirit, breathed lyrics, You was the quiet storm, everything I ever needed. Now I'm playin you my music, you don't wanna hear it, And I could count how many times I won but still conceded. Wash, rinse, repeat it, an OG once told me Every year you married, you might add another secret, Baby, I ain't defeated, but I seen't it, Delinquent bills of trust, fussin' bout some weak shit, Cleaved shit, all of that I think I wanna leave shit, I ain't going nowhere cuz I love you, but you mean, shit! Ain't now ay I'm gonna give up my rib, Go head and take ya time, I'll pick up the kids, go head baby.

My man D, forgot his age but he younger than me, Scholarship played ball chemistry a degree Moved to Midwest then started his life Bouncin up the corporate ladder had some kids with his wife, Don't know alot about her but i heard she was trife, Great life, pushed a beamer, kept her sharp as a knife, She wanted other thangs like them rings wasnt bindin by God, Whats in the garage is nice but just a mirage, She creepin out on her job, meetings with a massage, Suspicions she was involved, apologies facades Her family ill, knew the deal and concealed, Then truth was revealed, now the court docs are sealed Finally, kids and custody, alimony, trust, and fees If you aint love him, then why you ever fuck wit D? Praise God he got my homie out that fuckery, It hurt still, but its time to rebuild, and keep it movin 1st Chorus Keep It Moving, yeah to the KIM Trying to be everything that I say I am, She tried to get away with runnin game by him, But she didnt realize he was claimed by him, He kept it movin, you gotta be smarter than that, Going through hard times is a part of the pact Im glad the homie saw that he was larger than that, yeah, much larger than that, yeah yeah, he kept it movin 2nd verse My homie Bobby got betrayed by his body i swear he probably, Be up among the stars if his wife wasn't so godly, My man is like the clone of Studio Tone and Dilla for he got on, make the Push sing a poem He was waiting for a heart for a minute, you know the story The system known to have a black man in purgatory, A precious life ended to prolong another one, Rushed to ICU, the surgeon's hands was covered from The devil, 8 hours in surgery, 2 weeks in recovery, wifey never left his side now thats love to me Took steps now he walkin up steps, I think about my mans Bobby when my mind in distress, You a moment from the heavens, so i fly nonetheless, Staying thankful for this gift and let the lord do the rest, Man im livin through em, i mean i gotta give it to him Pause 2nd verse Keep It Moving, yeah to the KIM Trying to be everything that I say I am, Being thankful for this life aint no fake by him, And I'm happy that my friend got a tank by him. Keep it movin, he put his whole heart in a track, Going through hard times is a part of the pact Im glad the homie saw that was larger than that, much larger than that 3rd verse Self doubt is like a pit i been climbing out for a grip, Just stay focused on the things that you hold inside you hand. So when times get hard and people be jumping ship, Seek solace, and notice its just part of the plan, But they wont let me, they dont listen they wanna forget me, They dont buy music, they aint conscious, thinkin correctly Who are they? They aint movin round, they cant connect me, They say they cool wit me but diss me indirectly, But you know,G, honestly? Reading back the things that i say they be? Inner dialogue, its like Freud's ID Or maybe its the EGO that we take lightly, But the SUPEREGO be what u can't see, Wait a minute, THEY IS ME, They is how my brain explain the pain in me, I'm gainin' everyday and giving graciously, thats how i keep it movin'. Keep It Moving, yeah to the KIM Im a waste of potential that was said by them Im thankful that i wasnt getting fed by them And i had my own path that was led by him. Going through the hard times is just a part of the pact, you know what I'm sayin?

1st verse On a journey, far from home never returning, Followin' the sunset, horse hobbled and dirty, Bodies haunt my dreams, but murder never unnerved me, Bet he sketch a reckoning you step to him unworthy, Write a rhyme every Sunday, that's 52 times i left the runway, shifty moves nimble the Warrick Dunn way Mind is an action flick, ploys, bombs and gunplay, Smooth as Muay Kong, koi ponds and feng shui, Whether Google Keep or composition, Brutal how I treat the opposition, i moved the needle like The seismic shiftin, we had the world back spinnin like when Supe found his wisdom in a ditch and broke the laws of fission A pandemic make a man different, You can either touch the sky or you can have limits, Jewels go to waste sitting on my database, Let me die empty legacy a happy face. 2nd verse I'm decorating time, luck cant compensate for grind, Dug the battle lines, how dare a nigga hate on mine I chose a different path, lesson plans, reading, math, Life was hard outside that building, there we made them laugh To think how bad I wanted strangers just to take a note, When it's a couple thousand sayin that Wallace the GOAT, You'll be amazed at the things that love provoke, He ghetto, stole a coat but left it by big Wallace door, Dms and texts to this day, saying I saved they soul I wasn't preaching but was praying they would slay a goal. So when I'm gone, imma let this pen pay my toll, Paper lay and fold but could it ever make you whole? Dont get confused, we need this guap to move, And we God's to use, so what you bout to do Big investments, bigger nets, Bigger seeds in the ground, bigger checks

Into: Buff1 Songlab Buff uno, Diggahertz Yeah Listen Verse 1: Buff1 The story begins, a good kid, small city, He never was a bad boy, Notorious BIG, Fortunate, his mother loved him, on the court he would spin A sorcerer with it, 4'10" with a warrior's spirit, One day he found a gem in the dirt soil, It helped him overcome the struggles and the turmoil A precious stone element, polished when the weather hit it Brought him countless riches and the Earth's spoils. Rock mics sedimentary, effortless, elementary, Grew taller and wiser once he found the treasure hidden deep. Once the world found his gift shinin, They tried to steal his light like a chipped diamond. He was protected by the Force, the boy in the bubble, He never heard the haters, all the noise it was muffled. They tried to hit him with a poisonous deathblow, But he was untouchable, glorious, special. Verse 2: Rod Wallace The story begins, a maester, Sam Tarley, a man partly, Potential waster, mama's prayers so the plan dodged me, Spammed Rizzo's, paper in my hand, Central, Reading fundamental, rhymes spillin from my pencil. Northern lights like Aurora up in Alpha Flight, Twelve when I dwelled in the tales that taught me Malcolm's life. Taught me what passion do, you could be afraid or be Phobic, only difference is that fear is irrational. And I would tap into the masters of the bap and boom, Poured euphoria, no liquor and no sack consumed, It all started with them tapes and a packed in room, Those who doubted soon knew that Rod was cold as Saskatoon. Swingin' swords made of fire in the dragon's tomb, Dirk the Daring chasing Daphne, framerate was cartoon. We went from sticks to mags to bags to discs like bikes And now this is my life, the story begins. Verse 3: Diggahertz The story begins from the texts of the true and living, I'm still standing as the testament of God's gift. And I truly wasn't supposed to be here (be here), But I'm blessed and I don't even need spectacles to see it clear. Pitfalls and obstacle courses, Drama between parents that lead to divorces Of course, it's the struggle when Black love disintegrates, And to a child it could mess up his mental state, Love was present in my family structure, From aunties to uncles, grandpapa and grandmother. It took a village to raise and cultivate Influence and motivate by sharp minds to keep me straight With that love, I can conquer opposition And walk out victorious and never take an ass kicking, Forever grateful for the hands that molded this clay, God's pottery, feel like I hit the lottery on my birthday.