(Kontrast)
Here in my palace,
Hold my chalice, with no callus,
I'm the baddest on your atlas,
And your status is a salvage for
My cabbage, makin salads with these lavish radishes,
You see we famished kid,
And malice is the balance
Tell them challengers to pass the grits
Massive slip, bastards trip in fashion to their classic shit,
They crash into a drastic drift
Of passion like the saddest bitch,
These savages are scavengers for wacker hits, its bad
I see the backup fits, aint happy with your soul, yall aint the gladdest pimps (Gladys Pips)
Cold icicles,
Your pipes are full with isotopes of bison bulls too wise to poke their frightened skulls inside my Titan hulls,
I leave a broken scope when brothers chokin’ in my smoke den
Your only hope is how I soak my pen stroke in the rope trim,
And now you mope in dire mess, in a sty of pigs
While I promote this riot inspired here by a Midas glitch
Scientist combining the flyest shit and a higher bliss
With wiser risk, defying this biased bitch over choir riffs,
You sigh and dip, defining a hymen split
from vagina lips
You cryin bitch, keep whining Ill pry my fist in your side with this
Designer shit, we finding the guy or miss for the trial fit
In violet, to climb in the fire pit where the lion spit
In hieroglyphs, confined to an island hit with asylum bricks,
Admire this, deciding to style flip like a Guile kick
With violence, de-twining a wire thick
On MacGuyver shit
In silence, rewriting your final grip of environment

(Fo Chief)
I’m inspired by emotion,
I fuel the sun up
Had to buck up, don’t get sucked up in that game, bitch
Shut the fuck up
Woke up in the back and broke up trees to ease the pain and soaked up
Every single thing they spoke of
Wrote it down up in my notebook,
Don’t look back, I won’t relax,
I know we both be on this cusp, but,
We single soldiers woven into carbon fibers
Holdin’ strong, as long as we keep goin’
Nothin’ that can stop us,
Hoppin’ on our back
We rockets,
Cock it back and then we pop it,
Knock it out the park, we spark it
Loggin’ hours with the heartless
Hardly ever goin’ gaud-ish
Garnish everything they brought up
Caught up in the mix, the order
Lord have Mercy on us
Caught a vibe and wrote it
I be do’ed out
Norman Otis
Chill, they killed the poet,
Feel the realest flowin like it’s open water
Got a heart of gold and truth be told, it make me go much harder
Caught up in the maze, I play my part
Pardon my persona
Saw the crease and hit it
Live it to the limit
Dash I gotta,
Splashin on ‘em
Feel the fleet deplete, I kill it,
Steal the feeling willingly
I beat the beat ‘till it be bottomed out,
How can’t you feel this heat
Takin’ off, I say that to say this, layers are still in reach
Based upon how I’m gonna get it and where my ceiling peaks,
Still the Chief as I pour out my heart and soul and quotables,
Ain’t nuttin what it look like,
From now on, that’s what it’s gon’ be
I’m makin’ my way to the top of the peak
Not a peep, not a chirp, I be workin’ for me,
Look alive and alert for the prophecy,
C’mon, ride wit’ me