[Mxlplx]
Ink to the paper, finger to the pen
I be the creator created to send
Sun rays to the haters who'd hate to be my friend
Though one day they'll wake up and say "how you been?"
But til then I'll wait up and stay round for them
Cuz I know all they need is a reason to good men
Show them I can see everything they hold within their
Frightened bodies covered head to toe with sin, hit em
Like a shotty bucking spirit to cleanse down, and
Dirty people live just to make ends
No regard for the evil they spread like bed sheets
So my lips thread a needle to mend all the deadbeats
Afraid to recognize what they know to be deadly
Make men open their eyes and behold to best be
Cool enough to live our lives like window philosophy
Reasoning behind how I feel shit ought to be

[Young G]
Sink into the path, fall charted by a graph
A bracket and a straitjacket run by laws of math
The cash that's indicative of a struggle
Is cash that's indicative of a hustle
Deceit and theft are by no means hustling
For who but God powers body that your muscle in?
It's such to bring the end of an era
The dawning of a new age would be exposed to where
Mere four dimensional in actions they reflect
Very worthless to brag about your intellect
[Swank]
Uh

Born in the era where the move makes us
"Why are steps all taken just to stay caught up?"
Will remain the question that can't answer enough
Not a road left for paving is a hole in my chest
Tearing walls to discover visions of depths
From my set to your door when your blood's in my breath
We've been blessed to bring forward to be loved to the death
To be next to afford what has never been met
And caress mi amor as a lamb without flesh
Who dare protect the fire searching for his own neck?
Slowly mount up our freedom, resembling kleptos
Carelessly even in mouths from our nesto
A blink would man the blossom, we can never expect souls
To think if they were meant to but the mind is our mess
So we're left to spread the butter and prepare for the test
Hand in hand to hand in flame, whatever's there to be fetched
The babies abandoned still a body's born in its jet
While we're stuck in the West, baby, I could care less
I'll pull my hat to my lips and take a drag of the best
And claim my sanctuary before it all in my eyes
Never need to worry, we could crawl to the sky
Without the help of this country's supply
You know the taste, you know the way, just as well as I
Well baby, don't look down if you're feeling too light
We've been born in a time that's just part our lives