I’m so on Spit like a drive-by, better hit the lawn Everybody cant be a king, you a pawn Eliminate Fredo’s, you far from a Don Get cha chain snatched, not so lucky with ya charm huh? Niggas is restless, the stress is long Shit goes back since oh deer was a fawn I just turned my headlights ooooooooon! You know what this means….You're gone. Did I mention I’m the Don Shit don't break me down I’m like corn Slob on my cob like its your job That you might lose, if you don't haaaack-tooo Spit on that dick with disrespect Don't forget bitch protect your neck I’m coming in to bruise and bend New poses like its yoga and zen Shoulda stretched hoe befo' you came to my gym Oh yea its on And did I mention I'm the one Niggas throw sticks to hit you like a drum But my feedback slaps Cant you hear that boom clack Boom boom boom clap Stand back or get clapped When Jef rap, its a rap When Base rap its all crack That's a fact You can react… However you wanna react But that don't change I get black Real black, a nigga snap Here's the thesis, You suck like leeches Just get beneath us Cause you wont survive, get sidelined to the bleachers Drop bombs off the meters Penetrate through your speakers I call em' leakers Spitting acid, like a bastard Its fantastic Nasty Nas Illmatic I’m Base-matic Base magic, Pulling silly rabbits, Out the cap I mean hat Then put it back…

She call me Slim Papa Recognize me as the Don Dotta Ya'll my kids, but I aint your father I bust guts, not nuts real proper Hoes round the globe, there's a lotta One of them suckas to love em, which I’m notta I’m killing em, they not breathing Somebody get the doctor I’m Mike Tyson, pitbull mixed with boxer A jaw locker I’m at your neck, heart stopper I make them rap boys grow up Ball dropper I make them young rap bitches turn to blood blotters Or kill your whole generation I don't like sagas I’m like, hot lava Shit look smooth, but don't try-ta Get too tough, see I aint gotta Whole lotta cents in my brain I’m thinking dollars You robbing liquor stores I’m like a Rothchild's bank robber I’m grouchy cause ya'll trash You and Oscar Don't make me get the thing Make ya lean With the beam Polka dot ya Black king cobra Real plotter And I studied all the real mobsters All the real shottas I can Chop em with choppas Expose all ya inner pastas Expose all you imposters But I just smoke with real Rastas Let me, Straighten my posture I rather keep it kosher kosher, kosher kosher… YAAAAAAAAAKKKK! Chorus: These are the facts These these are the facts JB on attack Ease ease off my baaaaack G’s in my bag G’s, G’s in my bag Now she's in my lap Put D in her baaaaack I said these are the facts These these are the facts JB be the dad Now get off my ballsaaaaaack Ease off my back Ease ease off my back Yea I’ll take care of that Slim Papa got the baaaaaag Verse II: Uh-Ohhhhhhhh Daddy’s Home! I come to whoop ass Didn't I tell you to cut the grass?! And I told you to take out the trash I refuse to let this type of disrespect last Get them chores done fast In front of all your friends I will put you on blast Bet they didn't know you failed 2nd grade? Dumbaaaaasss How the fuck you gonE rap? You cant even read jack I spit crack So you a crack baby Now take a nap Its mad child abuse when I’m loose Bitch That's no cap Wish I had one on before I had you That's a fact You're so damn depressing to even look at Where's a white van With a old white man when you need a kid napped? I don't want these little niggas no more Oh lord take em' back I fucked Hip Hop and I shoulda bust on her back On her back But I’m back YAAAAK!!!

What's a What's a man if he ain't got no manhood What's a woman if she don't save the goods What's a hater if they don't show fake love I wish more blood unite with cuz Its all fam We can throw hands But don't mess up the plans Trying to see this promised land We been promised…man Goddamn god is black man but, I’m in a trance We stay so high all the time Yo its fucked up, I only find truth in a rhyme You mean to tell me my whole damn existence is a crime So its fuck your laws, fuck 12 Don't want to accept us well fuck heaven fuck hell What's real cant tell I’m sick of all my niggas lying to themselves Red or blue pill, either way, life is ill Filled with shitty deals Try to stay woke but the news feed you Nyquil Then they try to ask you how you feel *I’m tired nigga* So we let shit slide Easy to mistreat niggas for a very long time Don't cry, its no surprise I ain't like these other guys Its different you can tell by my visions Mental division Brain pumping pistons You stuck in suspension I peek your interest You may even find me somewhat suspicious Fucking with Intuitions, you just witnessing glitches I paint pictures Respect that its vicious Its The BASE

Baby put them kids to bed I need to smash Now bring that ass Real fast Go slow though, whiplash That's good neck, life ain't bad Take a nigga back to the past I remember it was September I’m trying to be a back bender Till ya got nothing left in ya Season was your flavor Thanking your mother she fucking made ya The alpha and omega Or whoever’s your lord and savior I was like the undertaker I’m trying to go deep I promise you wouldn't weep This is a promise I couldn't keep At times its so sweet These moments don't come cheap At prices you cant beat I can give you some good sleep In the middle we meet In between these sheets Climbing up your peaks Only goal I ever wanted to reach Oooh preach Chorus: No kids no kids Imma beat it like I got no kids No kids no kids Imma hit it like I got no kids No kids no kids You gone take it like you got no kids No kids no kids We gone get it like we got no kids No kids no kids Give it to me like you got no kids No kids no kids Throw it back like you got no kids No kids no kids Scream loud like you got no kids No kids no kids Me and you tonight ain't no kids VERSE II: Shhhhh Keep it down baby quiet sounds We don't wanna wake 'em up now This mommy/daddy playground Trying to go a few more rounds Doggystyle I lock her in the pound I’m a hound Sniff her mound Ass waves hit me Imma drown And I don't really wanna be found Mouth to mouth meet my Mr. Brown You got that type of head deserve a crown So renown so profound Pink walls close in they surround All around and I’m down I see that thang peeking out the gown Bring that ass here, have no fear Imma beat it down in the ground Plant new seeds all in your garden, we already started Uh Digging in your dirt Sorry if it hurt Excuse me pardon Uh No child support check I pay you in dick so there's no regret Yet Don't forget every night we made love when we first met Oh yea!

What's wrong cousin? You really buggin' I never seen this side of you man Cant trust 'em I thought I could count on you if it was time to bust 'em Instead you like that nigga who tell the feds… Cuff em' What's wrong nigga? We don't love 'em Fake fam like you We do what we can to duck 'em Bad food Shit out the ass Had to flush 'em Even speaking about you is a disgusting discussion What's wrong fam? You don't give a daaamn! You that type of nigga that would fuck the whole plan No wonder niggas cant connect I swear, you’re the reason we wont ever progress You like a nigga holding up the check For the whole fam, Cause you don't understand importance of respect Gotta demand it You the type to panic Push the red button then blow up the whole planet Emotions cant manage huh? PART II You need teaching You need preaching Niggas like you, need a father You need a beating You the type to get jealous Cut the family from eating Lazy and greedy you think life is about leeching What's wrong god? Why the façade? We all got a role to play Just—stick to the job But you a nigga in it for yourself you’d rather rob But you stealing from yourself You move backwards This is odd What's wrong, I can sense it don't lie to me Loyalty honesty Don't got it well don't fuck with me We deserve an apology Fuck your apologies Quit the bullshit We’re the same, This is not a dichotomy What's wrong nigga?! PART III Chorus: Tell me what's wrong You know I sense it Yeah yeah yeah yeah Tell me what is wrong You know I fucking sense it Yeah yeah yeah yeah Flesh of your flesh Blood of your blood Never knew you’d be so sensitive You need a hug If its all love well then Its all love But that don't mean shit to us huh? Don't give a fuck We from the same dirt And we insist to hurt Each one and don't teach one Of any real worth And it all starts from birth We’re just spreading like the curse So don't cry inside that hearse You already knew how this would work Tears rain on your shirt Inside the church Make your soul twerk Body jerk Nobody wanna see you go berserk We’re the family that don't give flowers while we can smell them The long lost children PART IV Brothers and sisters Domestic killings Money over family dealings Blood is thinner than you think Fuck your life bitch I’m illin’ Repressing all my feelings Me and my demons chilling Number one in a billion Its all about you I know Solo So go Wait no I don't Mean ta Be a Deceiver A seizure Got-ta Breathe Deeper Reliever I need ya Don't leave us We ain't shit without you I should never doubt you Re-route you No you should stay rising Till you flying Never dying We know real niggas should be all multiplying Yet so many mommas crying Stop lying Quit denying Stop acting so surprising its, bad timing Bad timing

Stay hungry stay hungry So hungry so hungry You stay hungry, and follow the rules while they break 'em and get fat Sometimes I feel like All my niggas is cursed, yet we gods of the earth I seen so much struggle, man the pain don’t hurt In a way you helped build me How i get so shifty You can fuck without or fuck with me I seen too much hardship This shit can make you nauseous Who wrote this shitty life story? I need to speak to the author Its like I'm Black Karen, We broke as fuck, yet we always running errands The hell I'm working so hard for what? I just want what I want when i want it and beat guts Man fuck Life sucks My mother need medicine, and I cant pay for nothing Niggas always fronting like shits okay Man fuck who gay or straight Just gimme my damn piece off the plate Nigga You made me drop all morals I'm in and out of portals Looking for a way out You ain't a trap gangster you trapped trout When the fuck you gone see it, This shit is centuries deep, but when that digging gets deep we right under your feet Its the Base We right up under your feet Like Young Man get down on the fucking ground Hands behind ya back Feel that git-at to ya cap The poorest people are more close to hell How you figure that shit? I'm one of the demons down here that dwell Either we get it Or you die These is facts no lie Please don't deny That I'm a black monster a lot of niggas packing guns like Contra Put a bullet through yo Capcom If I get the feeling you act wrong Having nothing gave me the passion I'm ugly cause its getting ugly out here, Everyday the endings near I'm at my last dollars Somebody gone holla when they feel hot metal through this cy-lin-oh dear Niggas is scientific engineers Cooking dope You cant make a Billie just off hope Nope This shit is a joke And i don't see you laughing, just a whole lotta bullshit and dancing But you gotta get it how you gotta get it...nigga I get it! I ain't judging how live it, but you probably still livid Oh well, you can suck the dizick Stay hungry stay hungry So hungry so hungry You stay hungry, and follow the rules While they break 'em and get fat

CHORUS I: As I lay my thang down As I lay my thang down They say young man get down Boy get down As I lay my thang down They say young man get down As I lay my thang down As I lay my thang down They say young man get down Boy get down As I lay my thang down they say young get down VERSE I So much soul in my code So much soul in my code No man carry my load Listen to me my youth No whistle I toot Only speaking my truth So much soul in my code So much soul in my code No man carry my load Listen to me my youth No whistle I toot Only speaking my truth Get the knowledge Eat the fruit Nourishment for the root Don't let them put the boot No more stepping on you CHORUS I CHORUS II : Young man get down x9 CHORUS I VERSE II : This shit is not cute No this shit is not cute What the damn wrong with you It ain't hard to see the clue Open your eye peep the view Its right in front of you No this shit is not cu-ooh-ooh-ooh-ute No this shit is not cute What the damn wrong with you It ain't hard to see the clue Open your eye peep the view Its right in front of you Right up under your nose That's how you caught the flu ooh ooh ooh CHORUS I CHORUS II

DC the Savage Ugh! Rapping rhymes kinda like wrapping weed So much dope flood the city I choose the finer trees So much trees round the globe That's why I gotta leave Lowkey control where she going Its like I got the keys Take it slow Put your mind at ease I am not One of these Wannabes Trying to be Anything These niggas will fall for anything Call for many things They don't offer anything Kinda people throw off my energy Boy I’m off this Hennessy I might off my enemies damn BZKT Yo Like a fat kid You know I’m about my chips That boy flex and drip We gone snatch it when he slip Shit got ice out my wrist Like I’m Sub-Zero Hoe please don't fall in love Cause I’m not a hero Yeah just hit a nigga up When you really need mo’ And shorty head game brazy Made me blow like C4 Yeah I know that I’m dope And I know that you broke Got time to hate on my shit You niggas a joke Nah I wont compromise shit I’m after your throat You want the blade or the bhuughh Either way he gone float I came back to get it even Now I’m gone like a ghost Yo your homie committing treason Better watch where you go boy! I'm back to the money There ain't shit that they can tell us Getting grimy with my fellas Got it covered like umbrellas boy BASED JESUS The scene can get real donkey I’m brewing up controversy No it ain't Milwaukee Its East Anchorage Apartment staircases and fed cages Take 10 paces Lose your mind from the isolation Ma we made it I’m in the 04 tralley Bout to lock the corner down like the 04 champ Bailey Twenty-Two Call it a deuce daily Cause I’m ma run it back Only question is whos paying Only question is whos saying Walking through hell crazy wondering whos hating So I can take 'em out I hate how they rap So Imma break they mouth Take a trip down south You don't know what I’m about I’m the illest from my side of town And that's without a doubt I’m burnt out Next level with the sound I can make you feel Touch the sky, hit the ground The loud The stink, the stench Turn a knob Grab a wrench Twist a screw Its the kid Jizzle Man in this bitch DARIUS My niggas smoking dog too Not dog food Cats think they fly We gone turn 'em into frog food In analog, I’m a dog Imma damn fool Me and the people under the stairs are mad cool Picture me, add good gas Chicks with ass Throw in some fly clothes You get Flyo Mixed with Kylo East side Baby face That's like baby boo on some hydro Last time I checked I was the man But what do I know Cause really I know nothing Like wise men I try though try what come the search for truth This is the Bible Basic instructions before leaving earth Environments the worst like were cursed since birth Hustlers poem We get stoned And innovate We get hoes Ya'll be acting like next door ???? Friday after next I’m Craig Jones setting niggas straight If you know you know If not let me demonstrate Why niggas hate JEFRII BASE Who want a problem, We can get it you ain't got my dollars Ill shake you by the collar Imma fuckin Rottweiler I'm the shit I'm the caca Slim poppa show stoppa You ain't nothing you ain't nada Imma get cha bitch I gotcha You sideline watcher huh Seeing how I do it Study how I'm moving You losing to my ears its all fucking music at your funeral not dressed up, its suitable she said I'm beautiful but so unusual well bitch i ain't the usual Niggas take lessons on how a real nigga do I like my hoes kinda rude, she don't fuck with any dude, ain't got tell her who to choose That's the move Jefrii Base upper echelon Do not frown upon You want beef come to my restaurant I'll be serving ya'll We getting cheese that's that parmesan We eating no Ramadan Now you biting like Megalodon My niggas form like Megatron Stick together like Magneton Bumbaclot poke ya mon Bong Bong

Men lie Women lie Real niggas die Epidemic its genocide Fake bitches fake friends You got enemies Fake word, I meant enemies Come to steal our energies Ain't nobody who they claim to be Gouge your eyes out Don't believe what you see Take it from me You surrounded by busters You got a few in ya crew Better throw a nigga out like a rock in ya shoe Oh its never too soon Get skipped on the lake of these flows And bitches is scheming like life is all a show Oh yeah she bad Bad material But I’m looking for velvet hoes I want real Maccoys shit! Real Maccoy I spit in decoy Get destroyed boy Lost in sauce like soy She fuck sex toys She don't need a real dick I fuck sex dolls Now she’s the fake bitch What's the point?! Its really love we should fuck with But cant trust shit Ain't this about a bitch Close ones leave you stranded What if Uber needs a Lyft? Build a raft dude you gotta drift Think you drinking beer You drinking piss Thought you had a hit You had a miss These niggas think they rich That ain't shit I ain't change this the switch Call me the great black snake its new skin bitch Its gods gift you can hate But that's okay Cause Imma get mines anyway like all fucking day but too afraid to pray Cause don't know what's real or fake Fuck but this ain't my mistake I'm still great but that's up for debate but it feel so real feel so real Make it feel so real Feel so real Make it feel so real Yes it feels so real

Its the Its the base niggas Its the motherfucking base niggas I put Nahhan shots in I bust Nahhan on her chin Party like its nineteen Ninety-Nahhan in again Bitch I’m over Nahhan thou On a nimbus cloud Which i made full of smoke See me float in and out Tell them niggas, watch your mouth Ain't the one to try out I got demons on the scout You might wanna hear me out If a nigger talking tough Yo its usually a bluff See them niggas in the cut They might wanna cut you up You should shut the fuck up All we ask is trust My bitch can never betray me She ain't got no guts Since I beat 'em out Yeah that's a tip for all you lil niggas You better smash that pussy Like you fresh out Oh yeah yeah I’m the best out Since early Roc Not since the s-curl top But back then So the flow so veteran Niggas trying to take all your shit Trying to be Edison Profit off what's heaven sent Oh that's the game ain't it If its hot, then you claim it How you a artist when you cannot paint it How you a shooter bitch you cannot aim it Giving anybody a gun is dangerous Or even worst if their calculated Or underestimated Stepped over Shit on Or underrated Even Caesar couldn't fade it Fade it fade it You can die in my flows boy So don't be mad when i sink your whole convoy I put Nahhan x5 I put Nahhan x5 I put Nahhan x11 X2 Verse II And if you didn't know I'm dripping head to toe Oozing machismo From the razors edge I glow Its so original Its like nothing came before One two three for Five six seven eight Nahhan Nahhan