DV8:
Now whether you is, or you ain’t knowing
I’m shining, I’m glowing, my whole heart in my mind overtime that I’m flowing
Yeah, because life is what the lesson be
We taste all the ingredients, and tinker with the recipe
It ain’t about the trends, or the money that you spend
It’s about these memories with family and friends
So wherever the road ends
I’m going to make with it bumps and bruises, and scabs on my shins
And a bunch of smiles, and grins
I embrace the childish, wild style that’s within
And perhaps the people don’t understand
But that don’t make less of human, or less of a man
It’s quite the contrary
What is happiness without the dreams that aren’t scary
What is the truth without deceit
What is the meaning of these words I choose to put on this beat

Prosodic:
Loosen up a neck of Pendleton
I'm temperamental when the window for some opportunity happens to shift
I get the gist I guess I'll wander and long in what I've pondered of belonging instead of being casted as the jest
A masochist behind the mask of a man
Demanding a pander of rest
I can only hope you never forget, Yes?
Before I forfeit this
Believe the morbid mess I've drowned in never killed the voices I've followed into abyss
So what is left for Slim?
This isn't Qui Gon Jin
A shot of Jame outta keep me from thinking about stress
I know it's just a quip
With all the wholesome shit
But I feel for the lonely when it's the only homeliness
With the tunes of paying dues
I know abuse accounts to all the claims you wish to never choose
I've been on both ends
Nothing is left to prove
We all know this
All we want is solidarity for when the cold hits
You know it's true
Je2RiT:
Woke up, fresh as a zombie
Wipe the blood from my eyes and begin reminiscing on all my wrongings
Embarrassed, pick up whatever up off the floor and wear it, ain’t nobody else up in here tryna see my bare ass

So many bottles, so many people, Don’t wanna stomp em, so i tip toe
Movin across the room an I’m hoppin, slip on a condom, stub my big toe
Dropped, Gave a random bitch the peoples elbow
Im just glad this bag of cheetos and this girl just saved my tailbone

Rollin body’s over just to crack open the door
Snatch a pair of aviators, walk upto the store
Bottled water, caffeine, acetaminophen
Just give me my change bro, i don’t need another friend

Reach in my back pocket- pull out someone elses ipod
Clear the wax from the buds to hear a little 2Pac
Skipped a couple tracks an heard a beat that was tight
Bust a pen an pad up on the curb and got to write

Tré Orona:
Two steps and I spill my whiskey
3 shots for y'all that still here
Headphones broke on the way in
Why we all just want something real
No, I won't find my back over there
They kicked me out
86 their favorite number when you keep it brown and proud
Yeah, yo let's keep it real
God know my drunkass likes too start some shit
Always on my Joe Pesci “Fuck your mother”
Honestly, I hate it when I do this
Ain't nothing to prove but am i just another labeled contradiction looking for some approval
Aye, are you okay?
Thanks for askin, yo I been away
Off in my roots so recluse as the system bangs
Spinnin that vinyl hell if I know bout this day today
Ain't even check my phone won't let the matrix operate
Don't need em accolades or plays in my space okay
That's what I say when I'm down and I'd like some brain
What do you expect from a blacked out mother fucker
Trying to act out in this mother fucker




Smallz:
Raindrops in a kettle drum, sun full of smoke
Always down to ride, even with a couple broken spokes
Hang with folks, (who) listen to books and read music
Looking for some clarity, in a world translucent
Abusive, like that old Scrooge Ebeneezer
Tullamore Dew and smoked salmon in the freezer
Not a meter-feeder, but I got a pocket fulla change
Netflix and chill? Well I’ve heard of Stranger Things
Like “I’m still remaining celibate, irrelevant who’s selling it”
We all become delicate, when trampled upon by elephants
It’s evident, you ain’t worth the breath from my lungs
Only ‘bout as troublesome, as a stick of bubblegum
Son, you’re not Jadakiss, you’re more like Jaden Smith
Force-feeding accapellas, that are always flavorless
With the same cadences, no appreciation shown
So I’ll recoup the Throne, while your coop gets flown (be gone)