MINDofaMANIAC

by Tre D Crazi

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The seventh solo album from Mason City born, Des Moines area residing Tre D Crazi.

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released August 28, 2012

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Track Name: Beethoven's Song [Intro] (Produced by Tre D Crazi)
Is this a dream or a nightmare?
I can't tell, I don't think it's quite clear
Until the story ends, life doesn't fight fair
And your peers act high and mighty in their high chairs
But I fear egos get in the way
(Your such a sinister, Tre)
I'm no minister but give me a minute to pray
Because God gives no free luck at the end of the day
I grew up fucking mental, I could take a pencil
And write out my feelings to a damn instrumental
Life was never gentle, even I hated me
Never had someone to help me up when I fell and scraped my knees
Grew up lost, didn't believe in the cross
But every fucking body treated me like a loss
Of humanity, like fuck my personality
To be treated like trash as a kid, complete insanity
Slit my wrists in elementary school
Before it was to become eventually cool
Are you kidding me? The intensity grew
I was a year away from committing Columbine on a few
My mind was a screw loose away from heaven
I was in my worst condition at the age of seven
I wanted to grab each and every one of em
And take a knife to their brains until I had chewed up bubble gum
But before that, before I moved to Tennessee Ave.
I had the best years of my life, no cares, no reason to be sad

At all. Really? Like let me paint a picture for you
I mean I would uhh
I could really just umm

Enjoy playing and breathe peacefully
Before I became a product of obesity
Fell in puppy love with my next door neighbor
We would draw for hours on construction paper
This was peace and quiet, please rewind it
Before my parents got arrested, before I reached to find it
Keep in mind that I was unaware what my parents were doing
So I'm just going off what I knew at the time, before the ruins
Don't you miss being a kid not knowing shit?
Before you found no reason to live

I was never really good at fitting in
But come on, let me be a kid again
Let me be a kid again
Beethoven's Song, let me be a kid again
Just let me be a kid again
Beethoven's Song, let me be a kid again
Let me be a kid again
Beethoven's Song, let me be a kid again
Beethoven's Song, let me be a kid again

You never know who your gonna be until you grow up
And realize you weren't shit to begin with
Track Name: MINDofaMANIAC (Produced by Tre D Crazi)
You probably shouldn't come in contact
I got the mind of a maniac
Brain never shuts off and I can't relax
I got the mind of a maniac
Spent half my life an insomniac
I got the mind of a maniac
Honestly, there ain't no coming back
I got the mind of a maniac

Born fucked in the head, got tucked into bed
With a ba ba, a binkie and watched Drop Dead Fred
Only got fed throats, heads and spinal cords
I was like the baby from Dinosaurs
Ha Ha, Haters line the doors
Invisioned New York like an Islander
Started rapping, hooked up with the ace of clubs
Knew I was different, never fell victim to drugs
Found it funny like Doug
How was was the only ones doing it
Now there's more rappers than the ones consuming it
Cooling it down, it ain't hot and y'all are proving it
At night, my mind works like a grinder
Trying to shred throughts like there's a timer
Tryna to be something to my city like a primer
Ignite a flame under every fucking rhymer

You probably shouldn't come in contact
I got the mind of a maniac
Brain never shuts off and I can't relax
I got the mind of a maniac
Spent half my life an insomniac
I got the mind of a maniac
Honestly, there ain't no coming back
I got the mind of a maniac

Fuck what you said, fuck what you whispered
I'm trying to turn this city into twister
Grab all you cats by the whiskers
And peel you back til you bleed like a blister
D-Bo the game, your buzz tiny, no Lister
See, I'm deranged, ge tthe picture from you drifters
Rise like Derek Fisher, watch you flop like Kid Sister
I am infact a shape shifter
MINDofaMANIAC, mind of a beast
Took a time out, saw my talent increase
Looking for the feast or at least a little piece
Cause you don't wanna see me unleashed, alright

You probably shouldn't come in contact
I got the mind of a maniac
Brain never shuts off and I can't relax
I got the mind of a maniac
Spent half my life an insomniac
I got the mind of a maniac
Honestly, there ain't no coming back
I got the mind of a maniac
You probably shouldn't come close

This message is mine and only mine to compose
Trying to give you fucks something to oppose
Do a show, get a dose and hope that it grows
Through the highs and the lows, my eyes never closed
Rise to devise a plan to overthrow the throne
Get Hova on the phone, no more being unknown
Hip Hop is the only outcome I've ever known
MINDofaMANIAC, more like I'm morbid
I will never back down nor forfeit
All aboard, we the only ones aboard, it's
Distorted, just listen to the chorus

You probably shouldn't come in contact
I got the mind of a maniac
Brain never shuts off and I can't relax
I got the mind of a maniac
Spent half my life an insomniac
I got the mind of a maniac
Honestly, there ain't no coming back
I got the mind of a maniac
Track Name: Anthrax (Produced by Tre D Crazi)
Call it anthrax, heavy impact
Or a semtex, we under attack x3
Call it anthrax, heavy impact
Or a semtex, what'd you expect?

Attack of the clones
Why you yack and talk smack like you known?
Off-track plus you shown you wack in your zone
Pack up the mack, aim at the back of my dome
Only things I fear are heights and god
Have a better chance at election fraud
I'd elect to stop but your direction's flawed
Sorry but only your section applauds
The X is my family, you better check your squad
I know behind your break-up is a facade
For christ sake, my life's great
But what I say gets re-hashed like Ice Age
The ice breaks and they slice straight
Through my mistakes and make a precise case
But try and save face, it slips through the cracks
I've spent my whole life under attack

Call it anthrax, heavy impact
Or a semtex, we under attack x3
Call it anthrax, heavy impact
Or a semtex, what'd you expect?

Is this a part of your plan?
Hit an exec up and start to demand
A car for your mans, make em fork up some grams
And send you and 20 lackeys to Japan
Damn, I don't think the cards in your hand
You better off watching re-runs of Roseanne
And seeing an episode with that girl Sarah Chalke
Maybe you can listen to a parrot talk
You making one single rhyme that leaves me in awe
You got a better chance of seeing Chris Benoit on Raw
Bringing my girl into things, thats the final straw
It's about time I point out your biggest flaw
This shit sounds like this shit and the shit before that
Is there a witness that did not catch it when you recorded that
Difference is I have never been an act
So I got no issue being under attack

Call it anthrax, heavy impact
Or a semtex, we under attack x3
Call it anthrax, heavy impact
Or a semtex, what'd you expect?

Lift-off in T-Minus 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Guess it's time for the BLASTOFF
Track Name: Down For You feat. Brittanee Rouge (Produced by Vybe Beatz)
We can hold court where your under oath, are you down for me?
Don't be a poor sport if I decide to go, you got no time for me
I need your company, not just a text saying you love me
Need you to run with me when things get so so ugly
Beauty ain't shit when a bitch is behind that body
And I wish that my chick really stood by me
I got you, do you got me? I need you ridin' shotty
So when things get rocky, I want you to kick it like karate
Why we gotta fight all the time, it's beyond me
Why you gotta be right all the time, well it's cause she's
Egotistic, a statistic of all women that drive me
Into driving off bridges, like you don't listen, yeah you might be

Might be crazy just like me
I can't just give you a look into my diary
Take my hand, close your eyes please
I'm hoping your like me, I'm hoping your like me

I get a vibe from you that you want me to come through
And lay it down for ya, just say I'm down for ya
Just say I'm down for ya, Just say I'm down for ya

Does the future look foggy? Does the road look rocky?
Well, loyalty is a trait that you have to embody
If you wanna be body to body, do you copy?
I'm not trying to live night in, night out, party to party, I be
Working in hotel lobbys trying to fuel my hobby
As you like to call it, got me so ashamed of it
Girl you gotta be down for me, not a copy of a floppy
You trying to re-format me and I'm really not okay with it
Lay down, let me fix this, stay round, I need another fix, it's
Hard to say no, it feels like a sin, 666
Once it kicks in, I see the reasons cloud my mind
On why I won't be fine without you by my side cause maybe you

Might be crazy just like me
I can't just give you a look into my diary
Take my hand, close your eyes please
I'm hoping your like me, I'm hoping your like me

I get a vibe from you that you want me to come through
And lay it down for you, just say I'm down for you
Just say I'm down for you, Just say I'm down for you

Are you down for me, I said are you down for me?
Are you down for me, I said are you down for me?
Cause you don't put it down for the town to see
So when I'm out, they are clowning me
How the fuck is that gonna sound to me?
When I need you right here and your out of reach
Obviously I don't mean much to you, I possibly
Need to re-think things, get my shit out and leave
Thought I'd keep this under control
But if your really wanting to go
Leave my key under the door
Put my foot down to the floor
Counting the days that I wasted while
Thunder rumbles, It ain't so sunny no more
Now you wanna fix it, okay, Miss Tool Time
Try and solve our problems and you will find
That your too blind to the mind that you have unwind
I'm crazy enough to give it another shot, it's true I'm thinking you

Might be crazy just like me
I can't just give you a look into my diary
Take my hand, close your eyes please
I'm hoping your like me, I'm hoping your like me

I get a vibe from you that you want me to come through
And lay it down for ya, just say I'm down for ya
Just say I'm down for ya, Just say I'm down for ya
Track Name: Never Give Up feat. Rachel Oxley (Produced by Sean Vasey)
Never give up 'till you get what you give
Never give up 'till you get what you give
Gotta get up, time to show 'em you got a gift
Don't look down, only up top, this is it

The elevator stops, helicopter drops
Fasten your seatbelts, (Where we going?) To the top
Born to fight through the pain and the letdowns
Know when you drained and you beat down
You gotta keep eating, don't ever let 'em push your seat down
When your world's crashing, do like a super hero and leap out
Never let 'em see you weep
Know you can pray if you believe in G-O-D
Believe in yourself or else nobody will
When your voice isn't heard, you gotta yell
It's a constant job to work for that dollar bill
You seen what Hopsin has done without a deal?
I got a couple George Washingtons and a dream
A couple setbacks, more haters slandering
Local rap is the lunch table mixed with anarchy
No leader in sight, just a hundred fucking fantasies

Never give up 'till you get what you give
Never give up 'till you get what you give
Gotta get up, time to show 'em you got a gift
Don't look down, only up top, this is it

This is all I got going for me
I'm praying that they no longer ignore me
I can't play local shows until I'm fourty
That would brew up a broken heart, no Cory, I'm soaring
Whenever I hear the crowd roar
It's all I could ever ask for
But your mindstate is so different outdoors
In hot weather when you have nothing to vouch for
Seeing cats get more views off of poor moves
Makes me light up, re-ignite that short fuse
Of course you claim you put in work
What you flexing? Rental cars or booty twerks
That's not my kind of music, you see
Strip club anthems are useless for me
I'm in the studio producing that heat
While you dreaming of Miami, you losing your seat, What?

Never give up 'till you get what you give
Never give up 'till you get what you give
Gotta get up, time to show 'em you got a gift
Don't look down, only up top, this is it

I'm not shooting down dreams, just adjusting screens
Laying out scenes for people to know what I mean
If I call myself a king, will you queens
Blow the fuck to smitherines when I achieve my dreams?
If I deem myself and get this green myself
Who are you to question my wealth? My team's twelve
Times the talent your team got, I got a clean shot
Target locked, time to throw the machine shock
Pac raised me as a baby to aim for your spot
Beam to the top and always claim what you've sought
I oughtta be a problem for the industry
Blow the place up like you got fucked up chemistry
Grew up on Williams, Pharrell and Mosley, Timothy
So I know a good beat provides the imagery
Sean Vasey on the track, the epitome of a symphony
I'm telling y'all, never give up, we can do anything. Word.

Never let your dreams die.
Work hard in the meantime
Let me be your inspiration now.
I'm going to the top, It's all I ever dreamed of.
Never giving up until my dream's a reality.
I'm never giving up.
I'm never giving up.
Track Name: XMCypher Pt.1 feat. K.Y.D, Brittanee Rouge & Thrillz (Produced by Tre D Crazi)
KYD:
You haven't heard the boy since eXecution
Here's some new confusion, cause dudes are stupid
Tie a noose and use it, useless douches
I'm not cocky, I'm really just not used to losin'
Use profuse, abusive, moves in music
Obtuse with news, how Confuscious do shit
Fuse the movement with tubes of glue sticks
Lift off to the moon 'til my mood is cruise ship
Broke white guy, not the dude with Cool Whips
I'm still tryna get a piece of the pie
You tryna multiply but she won't even devide
Stew from Hangover, got a demon inside
You're on a cruise ship cause you have semen in mind
I oughtta skate, i'm tryna be on a grind
I can't shut up, picture K.Y.D. as a mime
With my middle fingers up, are you readin' the signs?

I enter the cypher, pent up, end up with an ignitor
Pure adrenaline, they planned to send you into fire
Shake hands to prevent it, for a minute, they mighta
I'm in it for the titles, can't bic it (SOMEONE GET HIM A LIGHTER)
An incredible writer, can't cut it, I'll send ya MacGuyver
The venom provides you medicine depending on why ya
Using it, comes in heavy supply if you are a biter
Roddy Piper, I'll squish ya neck with a monster truck tire
Comes down to the wire, Wood Harris
You would if you could, no, you should compare us
You good but you ain't good enough to perish
I'm looking for a career, you want one night in Paris
There is no competition
Keep talking, You can keep fuelling my ammunition
Cause your this close to getting your neck re-positioned
Need a demostration, can't you see the demolition, bitch?

BRITTANEE ROUGE:
I'm staring at these blank lines
Feeling like they represent all these blank minds
Of today, sad to say
We're just not as smart as yesterday
Back then, we always lived in the moment
Nowadays, everything is too slow and
It's not fast enough so it don't last as long
Before you know it, your casket's closing

THRILLZ:
It's that XM General, I'm back like they paid me hoe
Thrillz everywhere like XM Radio
And Butta up above me, throwing up his neighborhood
I got us cous, I'ma do what we said we would
When the circumstances are beneficial
I'ma sign to that label with that pen and pencil
No, I ain't worried, I ain't in no hurry, shit
I'm just waiting for that bigger dollar sign encouragement
I'm going in like open heart surgery
I does this with excellence, you can't deny I'm flourishing
I would like to thank all the haters for their encouragement
Forever I'm enduring this, the lead I hold is permanent
If real recognize real, I couldn't even see ya
Even on Halloween, I wouldn't wanna be ya
I'm going to work, let me roll my sleeves up
Young Thrillz, bitch, we in it like a pizza
Track Name: Bengal (Produced by L.D.)
I never claimed to be an angel
But you gotta look at shit from my angle
Why's everybody so judgmental
Cause I earned my stripes like a bengal
Like a bengal, like a, like a bengal
Like a bengal, like a, like a bengal
Why's everybody so judgmental
Cause I earned my stripes like a bengal

I'm a bengal, send me to Cincinnati
Love this game though, rapping makes me rather happy
Ain't in it for the cake or the crabby patties
Or the caddies or lackeys, still keep my khakis a little baggy
I'm a B-E-N-G-A-L, we raise hell
Not a demon, nor am I close to an angel
You can lose your soul with the same sale
These drugs can't help you regain your brain cells
Pain dwells on a chosen few, it's overdue
I get the credit I deserve, my emotions are skewed
I'm sure of it, it's probably true, my apologies, dude
But you comparing me to a fucking prostitute
You looked up to me, such a fucking hypocrisy
Knew we was never friends from the jump, partner, see
You was just pining for a reason, obviously
But that ain't come close to stopping me, no

I never claimed to be an angel
But you gotta look at shit from my angle
Why's everybody so judgmental
Cause I earned my stripes like a bengal
Like a bengal, like a, like a bengal
Like a bengal, like a, like a bengal
Why's everybody so judgmental
Cause I earned my stripes like a bengal

Moscato or hollow tip model tits
Holla, it's time to do a crime or you swallow clips
Check my stats, only charge I got as a minor
Riot and criminal mischief for Mr. Whiner
Jailbird, quit complaining bout hard time
You did the crime then what's the issue? Pound sign
Got no symphathy, you selling it and smoking it
Well then you bet on the wrong number and lost your poker chips
So convinced you was doing not a damn thing wrong
Like selling illegal substances didn't bring it all on
I'm no angel, not gonna baby you motherfuckers
But quit selling that ROC like a diamond cutter
I'mma utter 5 letters that paved my success
When it comes to others, I.D.G.A.F
Earn your stripes, spit heat til it burns the mic
Show your motherfucking teeth like you on a hunger strike

I never claimed to be an angel
But you gotta look at shit from my angle
Why's everybody so judgmental
Cause I earned my stripes like a bengal
Like a bengal, like a, like a bengal
Like a bengal, like a, like a bengal
Why's everybody so judgmental
Cause I earned my stripes like a bengal

L.D. on the track, that oktane flame
Put that fire to the beat, destroy the main frame
I'm a bengal, mayne, I DO NOT GANG BANG
So quit acting like you know me, we aren't the same, dang
BEAST until my feet stop working
Eat BEATS until my stomach's hurting
Never let 'em Dunst you unless you fucking Kirsten
Game on when you walk through those curtains
All you can be is yourself, quit searching
Let 'em know that your lurking, urging them to march in
You'll be waiting like a 30-year old virgin
Merging lanes, taken, bursting into flames, scorching
Course when they find you, you'll start convering
Diluted prayers can't save 'em, body parts divering
No diversions, even an angel's gotta eat
But this bengal came to raise hell and eat a beat, OH!
Track Name: Jam Session feat. Gadema (Produced by Aeon Grey)
Eat your heart out, I always took the hard route
Going 100 miles per hour, I dare you to stick your arm out
Bet you catch a bug, sickness how it start out
Set your mind to a canvas, ain't that what art bout?
Without doubt, I'm a reasonable choice
But I guess it's a test for hunting season, rejoice
Believing the noise you create is even a voice
Even steven, you boys bask in the glory, enjoy
Oy Vey, make way for Mr. Mayday
Parade around trying portray a poor Jay
Of course they want beef, I got gourmet
You should probably pre-pay for this buffet
Wait for it, even though I never got to drop it
I still demolished it like a hurricane to the tropics
Never base my life on being trending topics
But at least I'm not an alcoholic, holla

Imma be jammin dawg, i wanna be at a mall
And spendin money like i really invented ethanol
Life is just a movie that you gotta play the part in
But some people wont pay to see it so they are sharkin
Smile son of a bitch, I rock a harpoon
Havem scrammin like a Road Runner cartoon
Loosen up your shoulders 'fore I spike a drink and feed it to ya
See ya knew a rapper like me have no problem seein through ya
Usually I be the debbie downer
I can admit that i have a problem so I'm clownin
Just to shake the heebie jeebies that can get the best of me
Pour me another one and I'll see why God blessin me
dont judge me cause I ain't sober
Aint holdin my keys proper at the range rover (pppfff)
Wait a minute this aint my shit!
Which one of yall set me up, and what part of the game is this?

Trying to build a life, kill a mic, feel alright
But go ahead and look outside when your backyard is Kimbo Slice
Gritty nights, while the city sleeps just like Vinny Price
Stepping on mines while cats indulge in pillow fights
Will abide by the laws, watch out for the jaws of life
Casanova dramatized, it's time to take some hard advice
Get my work pocket-knifed like a Socrates sacrifice
Every time you analyze, you only wet my appetite
Can you pack a punch like you pack a pipe?
I can swear like a bitch, cunt, dick, faggot, dyke
But I see no need, see no evil, see no greed
See no Cee-Lo Green, just Gadema and me
No re-do, leave your reservations at home
I hate your face and I've been waiting alone
Just a pawn unsure if Jesus or Satan's my own
A jam session is my only escape into my zone
Track Name: She Decides feat. 66Notes (Produced by Geniusboy)
I don't know what I'm gonna do
It's not something I wanna go through
Will I continue to breathe?
When she decides to leave me

Honest, I think about it each and everyday
Like don't go, I'm not ready, wait
Try to assume I'll be fine without her by my side
Then I remember the nights and all the tears I cried
All the tears I've dried from my eyes, I got to
Re-think it, all the tears could fill this water bottle
If only I could swallow my pride and make this girl smile
It's not unusual for a chick to not dig this lifestyle
She thinks I'm wasting my time, I mean it figures
Cause I'm spending time on my music instead of with her
If she had a wish, it'd probably be for me to drop my dream
And work every waking second until I decide to stop to breathe
Is it truly my calling to be miserable?
Everything I do for her, she say I do the minimal
I leave work early, I'm lazy, it's typical
The minute I got a friend whose female, I'm a criminal
But when she's not home, I'm invisible
Can't remember the last time we was unpredictable
Or she acted like I wasn't so damn difficult
We together yet she acts like an individual
And everything I mentioned, well it is fixable
But it's the principal, all this shit is visible
I know what they mean, yeah, the truth hurts
I think I'll lose my motherfucking mind when I lose her

I don't know what I'm gonna do
It's not something I wanna go through
Will I continue to breathe?
When she decides to leave me

66NOTES:
I know it's hard and gets harder everyday
We just gotta tough it out, I swear to god we gonna get paid
Now don't you say what I know you about to say
Like walk up out that door, you betetr find some place to stay
Damn I pay the bills but the crib is in her name
Man and now she's talking about police and who I am
And with a phone call, she can send my black ass back to the slam
Yeah I shoulda ran
But what we have is better than anything I had
And yes I know she fed up but she still give a damn
And so it goes
Will she stay or will she go? I'll never know
But what I do, we always share, sometimes is sunny
Most times it's dark and looking like she's running from me
No endurance, struggling, no money coming
But I'm still right behind her, losing breath luckily
I'm no quitter and I vow to catch up one day
Can't let her get away and get lost in that she say
They only exist when we ain't
Arguing and fighting rather reminiscing about anniversarys and b-days
Track Name: Make It Back feat. Rachel Oxley (Produced by Chainz)
Make it back
I pray that I, pray that I, pray that I, pray that I
Make it back
I put it in and spend it all, I pray that I, someday that I

In the middle of nowhere, I tend to call it home
They come and go just like cool air but they've never shown
Love but me, I go above and beyond for my own, trust
That I'll rep until down below froze up
Know the reason that I'm here is music, man
I'd do a couple cans of aerosal to not lose fans
Or even run out in front of a blue sedan
On this road looking for a home, I'll do what I can to

Make it back
I pray that I, pray that I, pray that I, pray that I
Make it back
I put it in and spend it all, I pray that I, someday that I

I'm on a journey to the top, can you hear me? All I got
is the ability to drop my feelings on the spot
Feeling like I'm not what the world is looking for
I'm off the ground but who brags about the second floor
Checking for second looks, checker boards, wrecking balls
What the fuck you take me for? Tell em I'm decking walls
Trying to make a path out of these land mines
Who said a glorified loser can't shine?
On the hunt for a way in these hidden doors
Used to bang the pots and pans on the kitchen floor
Damn, mom, you made a go getter, no wonder
I never fold under pressure, yeah I just won't go under

Make it back
I pray that I, pray that I, pray that I, pray that I
Make it back
I put it in and spend it all, I pray that I, someday that I

You can say what you want, to my face if you want
At least I didn't spend it on a case or a blunt
I don't chase it for fun, it's the only goal I got
Only bowl I spot is the hole for success, not for dro or pot
I'm tryna make it back, I've put in my life's worth
I'm tryna get enough credit for some cypher verses
You can either help me out or bite the curb
While I make it back to the days of Pastor Troy and "Vica Versa"
But I don't wanna be a one hit wonder
Tryna make my presence known before the shit gets any dumber
Never settle for taking second, come up under
Somebody else, for me, there's only one number, and if you take it, somehow I'ma

Make it back
Make it, Make it, Make it,
Make it back
I put it in and spend it all, I pray that I, someday that I
Make it back
Make it, Make it, Make it,
Make it back
I put it in and spend it all, I pray that I, someday that I
Make it back
Track Name: Smokin' Aces (Produced by Kid Starkz)
Every chance I go in, I'm never slowing
Down for no one, rep my team to no end
My drink is pouring, keep bass for the low end
Until the entire sound system is smoking
Smoking, Smoking
Until the entire sound system is smoking
Smoking, Smoking
Turn this get together into a riot, I sho can

I flow like a flobot, so chopper, no coppers
Know this whole awkward act so can you please hop up
Off my dick and go offer to off yourself
This whole scene has turned into a so-so-soap opera
No doctor, go off on every song I'm on
Po' pimp pop up and get a crowd the size of Comicon
Chupacabra, a monster the size of King Kong
Supersize ya, these documents prove I'm never wrong
Kid Starkz and Tre D Cray
80's Bay Bay, ain't afraid of anything you say
Been through hell and back since 1988
So bring it, I've looked Satan in his ugly face
Fucking great, smoking aces
I see it crystal clear, ain't that right, Ay sis
No, I've never been in it to be rich but if I'm landing
On a life tailored for my is more to my thinking, GO!

Every chance I go in, I'm never slowing
Down for no one, rep my team to no end
My drink is pouring, keep bass for the low end
Until the entire sound system is smoking
Smoking, Smoking
Until the entire sound system is smoking
Smoking, Smoking
Turn this get together into a riot, I sho can

Am I Ari Gold? Mr. Jeremy Piven
Never got into rapping just for a purdy kitchen
Sir, we living luxuriously because we didn't
Have shit growing up except maybe a pot to piss in
Now listen, I won't be intimidated by you
I get better every verse, you improve as slow as a bayou
This my blood, sweat and tears, Wraegang, No Piru
I curry my own weight, you rely on your team like thai food
Am I rude? Like I give a flying fuck
Gotta problem? Tie him up, lie him inside a trunk
I am sky high with luck, don't be shy, you might get stuck
Or wind up with a couple missing teeth from a hockey puck
Fucking great, smoking aces
I see it crystal clear, ain't that right, Ay sis
No, I've never been in it to be rich but if I'm landing
On a life tailored for my is more to my thinking, GO!

Every chance I go in, I'm never slowing
Down for no one, rep my team to no end
My drink is pouring, keep bass for the low end
Until the entire sound system is smoking
Smoking, Smoking
Until the entire sound system is smoking
Smoking, Smoking
Turn this get together into a riot, I sho can

My flow's kinda like it came straight out of Fort Minor
Stopped into Cleveland because MGK is a dope rhymer
Went to A-Town to visit Tupac, I rock with old timers
Cause most these new cats come equipped with vaginas
(Tre, you tryna start beef), Ehhh, I don't know
I'ma say what's on my mind, see how far it go
I'd rather rap real life than make up all these party flows
Most these cats are a fraction of a decimal, a particle
And you have no clue what's up in my arsenal
Some cats act like they know me and hate me off an article
This local scene is like a motherfucking carnival
And I stay up in the heat like an Arizona Cardinal
Fucking great, smoking aces
I see it crystal clear, ain't that right, Ay sis
No, I've never been in it to be rich but if I'm landing
On a life tailored for my is more to my thinking, GO!

Every chance I go in, I'm never slowing
Down for no one, rep my team to no end
My drink is pouring, keep bass for the low end
Until the entire sound system is smoking
Smoking, Smoking
Until the entire sound system is smoking
Smoking, Smoking
Turn this get together into a riot, I sho can
Track Name: Fallen feat. Brittanee Rouge (Produced by Most Wanted Beats)
I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
Been sober since last August, call it what you wanna call it
I'm not alcoholic except I'm fallin, yo
And I'm calling you and I hardly know
How far we go, I said I'm slippin, yeah
It ain't even 4, some things you just can't control
I don't wanna let this go, guess I've fallen on hard times

Why would I crack this 40? It ain't even 4 yet
Well, maybe to try to forget the reasons I'm upset
Let me grab this cigarette, take it in and let it out
Try to not think about how I could've took a much better route
Fucked up in high school, fucked up in college
Now I'm living off tips at a job where I am barely acknowledged
Treated like the dirt underneath the grass
Trying to make myself realize it beats the past selling fries to fill the gas
In my '89 camry with a broken tail light and three bad tires
And a hanging front license plate by a zip tie, fuck I'm tired
Who the fuck would look up to me, let alone admire me
Just a working class hiree trying to aspire pirating
Cause I couldn't afford Fruity Loops and a place to stay
Beats the days I could only get close to a razorblade
I see those scars on my wrist everyday
So now I hope this Jack and Coke will wash my only dreams away

I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
Been sober since last August, call it what you wanna call it
I'm not alcoholic except I'm fallin, yo
And I'm calling you and I hardly know
How far we go, I said I'm slippin, yeah
It ain't even 4, some things you just can't control
I don't wanna let this go, guess I've fallen on hard times

Why would I ever dial your number in my phone?
I've grown to know I never needed you and I swear I don't
But I feel so out of touch, maybe a little alone
I taught myself to always handle shit on my own
How is this different? I need some assistance and I really want you to listen
Because my judgment is off and I think my conscience is missing
And sure I'ma regret this when I sober up
But then we've already agreed to talk over lunch
I guess I gotta go back to the old me, the old me
Who didn't give a fuck, this me is so weak
Loved a cold breeze in the winter, alone but never lonely
Cause I knew a homie was never a homie when you looked closely
Don't we agree that we went different ways? We spread apart
So why the fuck would we ever restart? My heart's
Got so far to go, time to admit I'm fallen, yo
But no need to go back to that maneater, Hall and Oates, I know

I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
Been sober since last August, call it what you wanna call it
I'm not alcoholic except I'm fallin, yo
And I'm calling you and I hardly know
How far we go, I said I'm slippin, yeah
It ain't even 4, some things you just can't control
I don't wanna let this go, guess I've fallen on hard times
Track Name: Success (Produced by Hopsin)
Break down at the nearest intersection
Making renovations on the first led zepplin
Keep on prepping pizza dough for my section
So we can throw black olives on your suggestions
Got a tiny temper there, anonymous
Maybe if you would just catch up like condiments
Class A Jobber, I dub you Barry Holowitz
You talk a good game but I bet you keep your condoms mint
Condition, Tell a bitch to rinse, swallow, spit
"Yeah, tell her to get all of it" SICK
I'm not your average joe, Not afraid to ask a hoe
To suck the dick of somebody that she used to know
Treat me like a stranger, give a fuck how ya feel
Giving me looks like you took a drink of sour milk
Am I that different? Or Is it the way that my hat's tippin
They tell me I'm DatPiff in it
I'm back ripping shit, coming fast and ignorant
Why you cats illiterate, come off mad belligerent
Got tats, so somehow I'm not innocent
To any incident, they treat me like an immigrant
I'm bonded to Xerost8 like a ligament
So I wouldn't call this job a predicament
I'd call it doing what I love and living it
Staying on course while y'all ambivalent
My voice is my choice of instrument
A militant army, we the hip hop equivalent
Don't take syrup, my water, don't you put a pill in it
I have sober eyes and never need a stimulant
This hot flow go muraco, so magnificent
Do I gotta get on for you to see this is legitimate
Set me in a spot with a bunch of participants
And watch me destroy shit, success is imminent

Can you comprehend what I'm offering?
Find a garbage can and just toss 'em in
Cause I'm awesome, fam, watch me blossom
Into a 5 foot 7 Stone Cold Steve Austin
I whoop ass, Kyd keep the phillie rolled
I accept the best, Estevez, Emillio
I'm a mighty duck, you a billy goat
Is that you? Only bitches know
Oh, you didn't know
That the act you portray is unoriginal
Yeah, you cancer, call the surgeon general
If you searching, you ain't gotta look no more
Anywho, Tre D got that Southern Smoke
DJ Smallz, gimme a call, let's fucking go
You wonder what's all in a floor?
Wood paneling, dead bodies, candy for your nose
Time to slow it down, screw it, chop it
See that glass ceiling, I'm going through it, watch it
If the throne's for the taking, you gonna have to thank me
Or else all your bones I'll be breaking
(Let me live) You ignored me before now
So don't come running when your building gets tore down
Horror sounds come from my mic, cause
I murder bitches like Jason with a lisp and a slight gut
Swipe up a flight, hit the runway with a knife, hoe
Cause this cracker right here is psycho
I think it's time I hit the gym again
And take my mind off this motherfucking instrument
I tell these bitches that they sound so dissonant
And they catch feelings like they super feminine
I'm not trying to be Eminem
Trying create something original that I'm highly intricate with
And I can feel it coming, bottom line, success is imminent, WORD
Track Name: How Many Times? feat. Lucas Brighton (Produced by The Reverend)
How many times can I let you do this to me?
How many times can I fall for the same ol' shit?
How many times I've seen you round? How many times I've seen you drown?
How many times I just couldn't count?

I can't count on two hands and two feet
So I stretch out and reach for a fucking loose leaf
To prove the only reason that you need a fix
Is to get closer to the day that you lose me
Abuse me, misuse me, guess I got bad judgment
When we get pulled over and I'm a fucking suspect
You to admit blame is what I'd expect
But I have a feeling that you'd rather get chin checked
You used to be quiet, now you outspoken
Which is good eventhough I know you out smoking
Said that you'd quit, just another vow broken
At a show, peeking in the crowd hoping you'd be there
Early but I guess I'm your last thought
You more worried about what's in your fucking stash box
Need you to prepare for when this hits a CRASH stop!
And my mind takes over, here's the blastoff

How many times can I let you do this to me?
How many times can I fall for the same ol' shit?
How many times I've seen you round? How many times I've seen you drown?
How many times I just couldn't count?

I can't seem to run from it nor let it go
Maybe you too dumb, I should've said it slow
I can't support something I know's killing you inside
Tell me, "Don't hate on what you haven't tried"
Fine, fuck it, break a pill in half
Pull out your papers, we got time, let's kill a bag
Bet weeks pass and when I'm sober, I feel weak, crash
Can't sleep, have to get a valium or smoke some heesh, that's
What happened to you at a young age
Keep telling myself that you'll learn one day
Nothing but hell is what you putting yourself through
And frankly, I'm just sick of trying to help you
Just know I won't roll like you tryna roll
I know your priorities are finding dro
So I'm sure this is hitting you kinda slow
How many times have we been down this road?

How many times can I let you do this to me?
How many times can I fall for the same ol' shit?
How many times I've seen you round? How many times I've seen you drown?
How many times I just couldn't count?

Spend nights wondering when I'ma get the call
That you mixed the wrong pills and you hit the wall
Don't worry what bitch has the most the shit to talk
Cause you can slip and fall if you forget to crawl
Kick the ball, your life it does have meaning
Isn't asking for forgiveness what you learned at your meetings
But you sit there seething, mad that your even breathing
Without a pill or a blunt, you'd either be heaving or seizing up
And that's fucked, we're your family, don't lie to us
Don't get mad when they pull your license and you ride the bus
Shit happens and now we gotta find the trust
Please don't go before your time is up
Your my flesh and blood, I want you right next to us
When 30,000 are in the crowd throwing X's up
But one more lie, I'm not sure I can take it
You got a bad addiction and I pray that you break it

How many times can I let you do this to me?
How many times can I fall for the same ol' shit?
How many times I've seen you round? How many times I've seen you drown?
How many times I just couldn't count?
Track Name: Close My Eyes [Outro] (Produced by Tre D Crazi)
I can't close my eyes and make it go away

I'll never forget the moment I heard
Kyd called me like "Butta got shot 3 times", ABSURD
You lying, ain't chu? I just wish he would've said word
My phone broke an hour later as the tears emerge
I got in my car to find my girl and tell her about it
Asked if he's gonna make it, "Honestly, I doubt it"
No phone to get in touch, I was losing my sanity
Lost Tyler, now a loss to the Xerost8 family
Can't believe it, see if I could've stayed in Mason
I could've seen him more but I had no clue that he was leaving
On account of a coward I hate to fucking death
I wish he'd fall down a staircase with spikes on every fucking step
Found people to cover my shifts and left the next morning
To go to a place of mourning and that butterfly was soaring
Loss of an original, at night, I see that visual
Butta running to save his life, it makes me fucking miserable but

I can't close my eyes and make it go away

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
Track Name: Cream Of The Crop [EXCLUSIVE] feat. DJ Sin & Ryan Nixon (Produced by J-FLo)
Like, What the fuck is YOLO?, Up and down, new pogo
Lean like a Cholo but dissing us is a no-no
DC Fitted, Go-Go, fuck it, diss us, free promo
I drop a whole album about your ass for a stack obo
Had a lot of digest, you could use some guidance
What you see is what you get so can you close those eyelids?
You might as well be dead to me cause you'll get around to calling me
Maybe like Carly Rae Jepsen, We the Jetsons, time is of the essence
Even clocks knew this was meant to be
My career got more legs than a Stacy Keibler centipede
Fix a line, cocaine, Kurt Cobain, no brain
I'm so good at flipping shit, you'd get booed at a home game
And I won't change cause I'm so strange
Go Fuck Yourself Dot Com is my domain
You're gonna get far? Hardly
You better off strapping a camera to the back of a firework if you tryna see stars

I only know how to take my dreams to the top
I know you think I'm in it for the green but I'm not
You probably think I don't but I bet I got a shot
At making my way into the cream of the crop

SIN:
There’s stormy weather that I find in my soul
But I keep cool ‘round these fuckers call it climate control
I’d say fuck the world but I don’t stick my dick in crazy
I’d stick the tip in baby but you’d have to frickin pay me
Seems a lot of us are dreamless or jobless
We’re cleanin our pockets just to keep an apartment
Or be in a college, life sentences for weed & narcotics
While politicians don’t get shit and they the reason we got so
Pissed and provocative, lean wit it rock wit it,
Take your motherfuckin shoe off and keep beatin a cop with it
The cream of the crop of this, teeny metropolis
Should be decided by people not meetings in offices

I only know how to take my dreams to the top
I know you think I'm in it for the green but I'm not
You probably think I don't but I bet I got a shot
At making my way into the cream of the crop

NIXON:
ONE TIME FOR THE FACT THAT IMMA ONE TIME IT
ONE TIME FOR THE FACT THAT IMMA FUCKIN GIANT
ONE TIME FOR THE FACT THAT YOU YOU IN LOVE WITH RYAN
DON'T DENY IT LIL MAMA, WHY THE FUCK YOU LYIN
IT'S OKAY TO BE PERPLEXED BY WHAT YOU FEELIN NOW
ALWAYS FRONT ROW AT THE MEWS WATCH ME KILL IT NOW
THIS OLD NEWS WHY WE EVEN STILL TALKIN BOUT
TOP TIER ROUND HERE KNOW YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT
IT'S NIXON KNOW THE NAME HOLD WEIGHT
BEEN KILLIN SHIT HERE SINCE THE YEAR O8
BACK THEN I WAS DOWN WITH THE XEROST8
BRANCHED OUT SHOWED THIS WHOLE FUCKIN TOWN I'M GREAT

I only know how to take my dreams to the top
I know you think I'm in it for the green but I'm not
You probably think I don't but I bet I got a shot
At making my way into the cream of the crop
Track Name: Worthwhile [EXCLUSIVE] (Produced by Steven Phelps)
Tryna make my time on this earth worthwhile
But I was brought up with a cursed smile
No demon but I found church vile
Happiness escapes me, I'll just search awhile
Been crusin' to find my way
Most humans wouldn't give me the time of day
No planet I can call home anyway
So I'm searching for my own, hope I find it okay

Not sure what I'm really needing
Closer to a god damn demon but even he been conceiving leaving
My body for the deep end, lately I've been grieving
Dry heaving and bleeding, probably overachieving
Deep in greatness, keeping negativity a far
Staying on course until they giving me a star
My friends keep their activities apart
Or in a jar, sour patch kids from the fucking start
Whatcha want, whatcha, whatcha want
R.I.P. M.C.A., Kyd blasting Beasties while he rolls a
BLUNT, Bluntman and chronic
Blue demonic like Sonic, motherfucking Philharmonic
Been on it since the Thunder was the Sonics
The Nationals were the Expos and the Hornets moved from Charlotte
Oh! Some of you rappers are just harlots
Rep the X til I die, bleeding black and then scarlet, GO!

Tryna make my time on this earth worthwhile
But I was brought up with a cursed smile
No demon but I found church vile
Happiness escapes me, I'll just search awhile
Been crusin' to find my way
Most humans wouldn't give me the time of day
No planet I can call home anyway
So I'm searching for my own, hope I find it okay

You cannot give me any other reason than the facts
Why every opportunity has slipped through the cracks
When every track is smoking by the pack
While you flap at the chance to diss me on wax
I see the gaps in your words, got a space mind
I chase perfection while you choose to chase time
Ay, slime, ride to the beat of the bassline
You got a kush flow but I like to lace mine
Who's at your door?
Jason Voorhees, a machete and the head of Demi Moore
But I'm just another rapper gripping my testicles
It's hard when every radio single's identical
And the full album's usually regrettable
I'm trying to create a piece of incredible
But I don't feel welcome, such an alien
Waiting for the British to come sailing in

Tryna make my time on this earth worthwhile
But I was brought up with a cursed smile
No demon but I found church vile
Happiness escapes me, I'll just search awhile
Been crusin' to find my way
Most humans wouldn't give me the time of day
No planet I can call home anyway
So I'm searching for my own, hope I find it okay

No spaceship, no phone home
Just a makeshift but it's gone wrong
In the matrix, time to roam lone
Watch these faces wonder where I came from

Tryna make my time on this earth worthwhile
But I was brought up with a cursed smile
No demon but I found church vile
Happiness escapes me, I'll just search awhile
Been crusin' to find my way
Most humans wouldn't give me the time of day
No planet I can call home anyway
So I'm searching for my own, hope I find it okay