Only rapper to take 10 years to make a disk/ Age 12 when I start, 22 I begin/ Music, that's what you call it now?/ If raps dead, I'm digging the coffin now/ Pop the lock on the top, lift the carcass out/ Do a séance, so we can restart it now/ Jay made D.O.A, he a target now/ Cuz he devised the demise of what's garbage now/ But the man in the machine so watered down/ Jay ain't have to do shit, Tony Stark just drowned/ Listen, auto-tuning artists now/ Is simply over saturating the whole market now/ Do you remember, rappers used to carve a sound?/ Now nobody even think, they just talk aloud/ Its a fucked up game, we're apart of now/ The retarded garner the largest crowds/ With this hip-hop shit, yo, I'm far from proud/ Used to have to smarten up, now you smarten down/ Why the fuck would I read what they bloggin now?/ If I don't like what their songs about/ Half of em don't even read, so they speak with a jargon found/ In a red neck low class part of town/ Man, we all had public school/ So why you sound like a public fool/ Probably because you cut from school, thought it wasn't cool/ To be the sharpest in the shed, you're the dumbest tool/ Fuck you, I'm bringing the music back/ To when the dudes really used to rap/ We ain't used to that, bullshit when the music wack/ Cuz in my eyes, really no excusing that/ The truth is back, I'm bringing the music back/ To when the dudes really used to rap/ Jay said it with Drake that i can't bring the future back/ So instead I'm bringing no excuses back/ Only rapper to take 10 years to make a disk/ Age 12 when I start, 22 I begin/

My capacity for rapping rapidly has to be/ From the acid of batteries I extract and then add to me/ So when I spit my electric, rhetoric/ Exits and then connects with attendants senses/ So they can dissect it, uh - piece by piece/ Or reject ‘cuz the message is too intensive/ The second, I resent it/ But to each his...no, fuck that, I'm the best preference/ Lyrically the best tested, yes/ I'm at least a beast, at most the goat, my flow is pro/ Y’all can't really try to put me next to so and so/ Poser hoe, gimmick, whose persona's cloned/ Every other line wrote hold gold or clothes/ Fucking women, or killing, or all the coke he sold/ I just wonder if he knows that he sold his sole/ To a business slowly going broke/ ‘Cuz it keep trying to clone who sold the most/ But look at Mims, no one gave a fuck bout him/ He was hot then his flame went out/ People knew his song didn't know his name, so he faded out/ In the game if you aim to remain around/ They need to know how to differentiate you now/ Nowadays in the digital age/ It isn't just about the music, its the videos and visual aids/ So even if you twittering and getting hits on your page/ Your just another fucking face at the end of the day/ So I say that to say this (pause)/ My brain power demolish you lame cowards, I "reign" like spring showers/ I ain’t nothing to play with/ I'm devising a plan, so when this drop, no denying I am/ Everything that I stated/ No Excuses the Mixtape, listen to everything I've created/

Verbally my words encourage me no insecurities/ I blurt until it's perfectly worded deserting certainty/ And then I rise like/ Mercury in burning heat/ When I third degree burn a beat to emergency/ Something like a word disease/ But no infirmary heard of a cure for me or would work on me surgically/ Because I could react allergically/ So they're observing me and learning me, determining, why I'm, externally/ Spitting into to eternity with no hyperboles/ When I twist the words that I serve like cursive z's/ However it just occurred to me/ Love is blind, word to eve/ Which can explain why with rap I can “NAZI” like Germany (pause)/ But still can feel it in the air, word to Beans/ Still can spit with perfect ease, even though I don't prefer to free/ I’d only lose a battle, (only way) if my verse was verses me, and even that'd be a courtesy/ Rap is filled with perjury, but no one steal my spit till your saliva reimburses me/ That shit isn't concerning me/ I think collegiate like fraternities, whenever I rhyme like nurseries, although you probably haven’t heard of me/ Which is undeservingly/ Because I deserve to hit commercially/ But sometimes it burdens me (pause)/ Cuz my work is worthy of worship or getting undetermined currency/ But preferably I just want my words and beats to serve the streets/ And the suburbs merging these/ Into a converging piece asserting peace/ From the upper echelons to the work released/

Frequently developing/ Showing the skills, flowing for real, givin ‘em hell again/ Periodically I stay within my element/ At the table, seeing it through like some gelatin/ No skeletons are in my closet, can't expose me/ And hopefully you feeling me if you know me/ I proceed like the whole world Watching my life/ Track 1 reasonable doubt, can't knock what I write/ I love my hustle, but its a struggle just to re-late/ ‘Cuz all these rappers up on the charts simply seem fake/ Which creates a climate that I'm not accustomed to/ A fucked up view, from every consumer ‘cuz it wasn't true/ They skeptical/ Actually I feel the same way/ So I keep playing 90’s shit to give me the same space/ But feel as though its losing its mystique, the shits weak/ So instead I write some shit and try to dig deep/ You feeling it?

They say you get back what you give, I put in my soul/ So, guess I'm Shang Tsung with the flow/ Yo, running the town, gunning for gold/ But I know I need to pace it so I’m running controlled/ So, tell me why were talking the town/ When it’s clear I'm the talk of the town/ I was walking as they crawled on the ground, jogging as they started walking around/ As I’m evolving they all followed my style// Now, running it, I’m loving the speed/ See my, bed is a treadmill, I run in my sleep/ And I, keep running so I'm up in the lead/ I'm Forest Gump, who’s fucking with me, you ain’t fucking with me/ Really I could throw my luck to the breeze/ And even if you caught it, still you aren’t gonna compete/ Face it, I run shit, y’all pedestrians/ Really thinking y’all can test me then? Guess again/

1, 2, 1, 2, Yo Mic check/ How many times. I gotta remind that I write sick/ Might guess, thousand or more, ‘cuz you all ain’t listening to my shit/ Quite yet- but I'm winding the vice to right till its tight with a nice clench/ ‘Til yall motherfuckers like this, or until yall motherfuckers lifeless/ (Pause) No joking, no throwing anybody any kinda life vest/ (Pause) All you get when I flow: soul, nobody listen to Rhymefest/ My mind is, the kind you would find in(side) a nobel prize scientist/ Kinda like optimus primes is, transform Megan Fox to be my bitch/ Uh, no Shia Lebuff now/ I'm enough, plus I tied him up now/ Smoking weed for relief roll it up now/ I'm so high in the sky I wont come down/ Na, I'm on another planet/ Re-tard-ed, I am Sam shit/ But still'll give damage/ Advantage when I slam it, Sampras/

Live from wherever I'm at/ C-4 bmore Wreck czech yes the veterans back/ Bullshit never mettled in that/ Stay ahead of the pack, with inteligent, relevant raps/ I'm ready to poach, where the elephants at, I'm a predator that/ Is set to attack, and hang your head on my rack/ got the taxidermist Number on the speed dial/ Leave it to me now to beat you in a freestyle: michael phelps/ on the mike i'm felt, when i write to tell what my life entail/ Even tell about my worst night when I went right to jail/ the cop aint like I knew the rights I held/ Because i wouldn't say shit so the pig turned my night to hell/ Real corrupt, fucked up, he kept insistin/ The weed was mine, but he was lyin so I resisted/ The deposition showed my innocent position/ He no showed so it was closed and they dismissed it/ Unbelievable/

Brace yourself for the the dark when I start I spark like propane/ Fink when I flow but go by code names/ Never had to flow vain/ the whole game know that I go same as Hov or Coltrane/ Like Monet when he hold paint/ Overdose till I'm comatose: Cobain with cocain/ Chewbacca with the rogain, flow change/ Like sleet when it freezes from cold rain, okay?/ I hold brains like pinky in their home cage/ But never rat, 'cuz a rodent is its own race/ I'm so straight y'all hate is so gay/ translate to ingles I say I'm so seis/ Roll j's then I smoke face, blaze whole haze/ Purp in the air, I raise the soul plane/ Never tried cocaine, yo, no way/ Only shit that I hold in my nose is Flonase/ And I flow ways that they very rarely could spit/ Flow like Mary carry a pitch/ Can we compare me with this, or any other type of various shit/ -that apparently says I'm an arrogant prick/ I'm on my Maryland shit/ So even if a hare appear in the race still I'm winnin' on some terrapin shit/ I'm burying this, like I'm carrying a carrion bitch/ Like Mike vicks terrier pits/ After scaring em sick, matter fact don't compare me with Vick/ Cuz my Labradore retriever would be fairly pissed/ But its a dog eat dog world apparently bitch/ And if you don't like beef, eat my vegetarian dick/

This ain’t cocaine rap, this propane rap/ But I know that she's hoping that/ I would take her to the bathroom holding a bag/ To open her nose shes blowing yack/ Hundred dollar bill, she's rolling that/ never seen a Benjamin in a scroll like that/ No holding back, inhale from the rail/ Made her insecurities go floating past/ Frozen fast, facial numb/ Thumb to her nose or nasal run/ wanna dance on a table, fame in the club/ With the champagne bottle, raisin it up/ In the flashing lights everlasting white/ Take a bump she appreciate the passing night/ Make a move to a new club, cabbing right?/ Till its time for a line, what a happy life/ What a happy life, shes laughing right?/ Till it all falls down in a crashing flight/ whole entire life go passing right/ in front of her nose, actually right?/ Anyway many say be mad at me/ 'Cuz I bounced when I saw that she had to pee/ Every 5 min to get it in casually/ What I look like? Na Not a dad to me/ Nor a chaperon, go to the back to bone/ But won't take her to the back if she ask for blow/ But Ill take her to the back if she ask to blow/ Till I say its a rap like a casserole/ But didn't happen though, wouldn't Mackenrow/ Wouldn't play with my balls so she had to go/ Unless I put a little yack on my sack to blow/ then she on her knees quick coming back for mo/ I told a bitch jump ship like Dicaprio/ I don't need that shit, you believe that shit/ No pride but know why she need that shit/ For a satisfied life... Go to rehab bitch/ Go to rehab bitch/ You don't need that shit/ Coke in your nose you don't need that fix/ What you gonna do when you Relapse bitch/

She's addicted, I don't wanna help her ween off/ Wanna help her get on her knees and suck my peen off/ And that's real, that's still something I need/ Sexuality my first vice, second is weed/ Indeed, but I see that that the first is the worst/ ‘Cuz when we speak all I see is what’s submerged in her skirt/ And she don't wanna be conversing with jerks/ That's cool cuz who she don't wanna converse with’s how she's servicing yerp/ And I'm a flirt, but was taught what's on the surface diverts/ From the most important parts of the person and worth/ And that shit ain't what the person deserves/ Unless she’s really a doll, then I really don't feel guilty at all/ Calling me, texting, phone sexing/ Getting dirty talk on the voice mail message/ Restless, up all night, she's stressed with obsession/ Cant sleep, but when we speak all she says is/

I wanna escape, leave myself/ I can’t be who u want and still be myself/ Try to be objective to see myself/ But fuck that, never change, won't deceive myself/ I wanna believe myself, but wanna be accepted/ But why be validated, if they hated on the essence/ Of the man, of me at the core/ But the more they reject me I’m needing ‘em more/ Which really might explain why I sleep with ‘em for/ ‘Cuz then I get the acceptance I needed before/ But then I turn cold just to even the score/ Passing my insecurities from me to a whore/ Hormones raging, but I'm aging/ I try to deny it though, so I'm faking/ Don’t wanna be the guy alone when I'm fading/ But don't wanna drive her home when were dating/ I'm saying, I push ‘em away so much/ Might’ve had a girlfriend but I gave her up/ At the time might’ve thought that I traded up/ But the new was a slut when I gamed her up/ so I'm back at the first square, and it hurts there/ But I chose my road, get what I deserve there/ Lookin’ back, only to correct mistakes/ That I had in the past that affect today/ Maybe (pause) next time give a second date/ Or on the first (pause) she won't give her sex away/ With a girl I'm always trying to test my game/ Till I fuck, game over, whose next to play?/ Seems like I wanna fuck but underneath/ I'm looking for a girl (pause) who isn't dumb to see/ That what I want is the opposite of what I need/ Until I'm sprung, are any girls un-naiive?/ Need to build the attraction first/ Need to see if the match could work before I'm smashing her/ Never tried this, but I feel it has to work/ ‘Cuz If it don't, (pause) its an everlasting search/ ‘Cuz I get so tired of them so quickly/ George Castanza, I'm feeling so picky/ Maybe the problem is I'm so picky/ Maybe the problem is the whole city/ I should just move into the Midwest/ Where the girls aren't impressed by large success/ Good girls concerned with Your Smarts and sense/ Type of girl you can love to your hearts content/ If I find her ill be in the largest debt/ For the angel here that the lord just sent/ Can't believe that I just thought that far in depth/ When I really wanna know, who got the largest breasts/ I'm a man whose conflicted between both sides/ One being some ass the other being a bride/ Evolutionarily were sposed to provide/ Make babies so humans survive, but IIIIm/ Wonderin if it was part of gods plan/ 2 sole sole mates a woman and man/ Or would he command, that considering the number of girls/ You should never settle down till your under the earth/ I mean, look at the stats look at the facts/ 50 percent of all marriages are broken in half/ Everybody probably looking to last, initially/ But eventually, mentally couldn’t get past/ So I wonder, really is it laziness/ That these people want to jump into relationships/ They don’t want to be rejected, cant take the hit/ I explained this in lines one to eight of this/ So they find someone safe, and then date a bit/ Saying to themselves that its great, commit/ Maybe say that they’re Sole mates convinced/ Engaged then they take vows that are sacred/ But the chemistry wasn’t there, they faked the shit/ For security now look at the state their in/ Now their stuck in a marriage, hating it/ Debating and eventually breaking it/ Of, separating it/ Much time lost, no regaining it/ It’s a goddam shame, who to blame in this?/ I’d say their impatience tainted this/ So later if you thinking about settling down/ Make sure your not settling now/ Not that I’m some kinda pro (pause), I’m no better endowed/ For relationship tips, im no veteran now/ But I feel like I have a good grasp on the facts/ And in fact where the problems begin/ Ill impart what I can, the issue we harbor within/ Emotions versus Logic, the conflict of men/

I been around the world and I ain’t even famous/ Fam been rich, my apologies for saying this/ ‘Cuz honestly modesty becomes you/ Class with cash, if you got it, only some do/ Class I mean, usually the ones that flash the green/ Are the same who never had a thing: young money/ This is old money, stock broke sold money/ Impeccable credit, never really owe money/ Them, they throw money, look at ‘em, they so funny/ Splurge 2 hundo, pass go money/ That's no money, dummy that's a speed boat/ Not a yacht that you got: sled hill to ski slope/ And I know what the difference is/ Son, I got my degree so I see what the business is/ No intention to patronize, but I hate you guys/ With Rap masks like a Fake disguise/16 And I aim to expose why your flows a farce/ all your cash raps show what your motives are/ We all know why your so bizarre/ ‘Cuz everything about about you is like a show we know you wrote this part/ So I'm here telling y’all, and this the last time ill do it/ My wealth is healthy, accruing and affluent/ I only mention it so to Prove it that my movement/ Is only for the love, man, I do it for the music/ Fuck money Uh, yea, fuck money Fuck money Fuck money (Chorus) Fuck money, this is passion/ Music for the masses/ (Pause) Will you listen to me is what I'm asking/ I don't give a fuck about the cash/ All I want is recognition for my rappin/ Fuck all the (money) Put your middle finger to the sky If your tired of what they describe/ And you wanna find music at its truest with substance/ As far as I'm concerned all of the money rap, FUCK IT/

What's beef? Beefs when the dude’s you was friends with/ Act really funny and shit, u can sense it/ Won't answer the phone, won't reply to texts's/ See u watch how their jaw tenses: friendship/ Friendships an interesting term/ If they’re in it just to get in return/ That ain’t friendship, its self-interest, but you live and you learn/ See how many fake bridges'll burn/ If you call on the friendship/ And its inconvenient/ Would your friend help immediately when your needing it?/ Or would he try deceiving you and make an excuse/ Only play the friend card when he choose/ He don’t know about friendship/ Just ‘cuz he get drunk wit you/ Don't mean he got love for you/ Anyone can smoke a blunt wit you/ But have they hung wit ya?, thru the shit has he stuck wit you?/ Doubt that, fuck friendship, let me clarify what I mean/ Ain’t talkin bout your elementary team/ That's cool if you talk every few years, keeping in touch/ But got to know the few you really can trust/ That's the 1s who your friends wit, not the familiar crew/ Ultimately there will really be few/ But I feel like it’s a blessing and a curse that I know this now/ Cuz I'm skeptical of new friends, but I know who hold me down/ A real friend’s so important to find/ A real friend is more important then pride/ You fucking serious? a real friends real, won't smile in your face/ Then when you walk away hate like a fake/ If he's real, hell address you like a man, tell you what his beef is/ Real Friends don't keep beef secret/ Peep it, uh, that's some weak shit, cowardous/ Leaving somebody you cared for powerless/ So now I just, consider, do you realize/ You killed ties telling yourself real lies to feel fine/ You will find few are true/ But do what you choose to; I'm through with you/ Fuck it

Have you ever felt distant/ From who you hold in your heart, getting older and your growing apart/ Some would label it maturity, While that isnt totally false/ I just don't think that it's the only cause/ Think about how frequently you and your homie would talk/ Went from every week, down to month, slowly it stops/ Staying connected gets harder, priorities change/ But if it really is your homie you should know ‘em the same/ People move in new directions, usually progressin/ But ultimately who you know to be is at the essence/ At the core of him, so if you feel that he switched/ Think back ‘cuz its still who he is/ I bet you that you can recall, all of his motives then/ Now just think about your role in them/ All his motives the same, but probably your role in ‘em changed/ Or vice versa, if you feel you both are estranged/ Which explains why you’re in the position your in/ Looking at who you considered your friend, guessing again/ You were never friends, if your ever growing apart/ Though it’s fucked up, you just didn't know him to start/

What can I say i graduated"/ "Congratulations, Fink, I'm glad you made it"/ But Its sad in a weird way, ‘cuz that chapters done/ And i can't rehash my run/ Yea, no doubt that the Past was fun/ But need to move past it and stash some funds/ "so, (pause) what you gonna do?" Good question/ I love music, gonna make it my profession/8 "Are you suggesting the business side/ Or the rap musician side"/ I don't know, feel conflicted, real mixed inside/ If I, (pause) don't spit will I live a lie?/ But can-I, (pause) live if my ambition dies?/ I like business too, but I live to rhyme/ I know its, (pause) my life, the decisions mine/ But what about the Finkelsteins? Will they think its fine?/ I dono (Chorus) "Today I feel like pleasing you more then before/ (to my family) Today I know what I want to do but I don't know what for"/ I know what I want to do, that's simple/ Write words to an instrumental/ But if I continue, going at the pace I have/ I'm just gonna have to face that fact/ That it’s only a hobby if I don't pursue it from here/ If I don't view it as a music career/ How can I prove in the mirror that there's really no excuses to share/ If I don't do it for my future, is that true and sincere?/ I used to say school interfered/ But now the only interference is confusion and fear/ Yea, the stakes are high/ Did I really graduate to rhyme?/ Plus tuition expensive, and my fam paid for mine/ So that I wouldn't have to slave and grind/ But if I aim to rhyme, that's gonna be my means/ If I wanna try to break inside/ And claim fame as mine, so do I wanna take a try?/ Or say fuck it, "lets play it safe this time?"/ -So I please you I dono (Chorus: jefferson airplane sample): "Today I feel like pleasing you more then before/ (to my family) Today I know what I wanna do but I don't know what for"/ Damn, how can I solve this?/ And not, feel, like I am wrong in the process/ My conscience exhausted, it just wanna guide me right/ (Pause) But it can't conquer the compass/ Lost in a conflict, at a fork in the road/ -To be a rapper or a corporate clone/ Can I make both paths converge? Or is that absurd?/ Na, I think that could work/8 But I would have to, get a job that's concerned/ With rap, or, music, so I can actually learn/ And justify not trying to be a rapper first/ Plus my family'll be glad, that's for sure/ And that's deserved, so a 9 to 5 in the game/ Will help and teach me how to thrive in the game/ So I eventually can climb in the game/ And be a rhymer in a dominant way, But for now, I'll be honest and say/ I’ma wait for it (Chorus): "Today I feel like pleasing you more then before/ (to my family) Today I know what I wanna do but I don't know what for"/

Let it be known I'm back in my zone, adderalled out/ Running with bulls I'm a matador now/ Red cape, black glove, white half mask/ (Pause) A phantom in the ring with flag half mast/ For soldiers dying in war/ With no family, and no legacy, this rhyme is for y’all/ For y’all I put my life in the song, Write it despite of the wrongs/ Because society decide on what's wrong/ Armstrong I just cycle along, like lance/ With balls yo, regardless what he hold in his pants/ To live strong or die weak, something to ponder/ ‘Cuz the strength only come when its harder/ No shortcuts to achieve, George W. Carver/ Watch me, like Gandhi, from a starver to martyr/ Like the Buddha, I'm apart of Siddhartha, and he's part me/ ‘Cuz Partly in my heart is nirvana/ And I'm searching for the rest of the pieces/ But what I seek is, keeping me from what will achieve it/ Some of y’all follow my plight, ‘cuz to reach it/ Mean I didn't crave it, and I know that I need it/ Herman Hesse novel on the Gotama, read it/ So you can understand what I'm speaking in these lines/ These rhymes, no dumbing it down/ Smarten up when I'm coming around/ Or get left behind/

For what its worth, every verse's been revised/ Spit ‘em again and again, then I decide/ Once I memorize if I should release it/ Or if I should put it with the other unreleased shit/ Can I find a beat that, matches the flow and the content/ Or should I keep it, see if somebody would want it/ Na na, I'm geeking, ain’t got the fame to get ‘em placed yet/ Patience, Detox 2, I’ll write a Dre hit/ Say it, you don't think I have the drive/ You don't think I have the passion to master mine/ Well your wrong I'm a mother fucking mastermind/ Even those who know me, don’t know the half of mine/ They don’t know about half my grind/ They don’t know when I'm alone in my ride, how I practice rhymes/ Write down new lines just to pass the time/ Got a Garmin to multitask: rap and drive/ Hoping that I won't crash and die/ But ill die for rap, uh, so if I pass its fine/ Give me a track and ill show u how I craft the rhyme/ Give me some time, and observe how this rapper climbs/ To be classic

I am (Here's to the Roc) Na, here's to me/ I'd like to make this cheers to me, ‘cuz I made it/ (Here's to Rocafella) No Excuses Every track, put my soul into it I am/ (Here's to the roc) Na, here's to me/ Clink glasses and cheers to me... I made it/ (Here's to Rocafella) No excuses My life, I expose you to it/ If I'm working real hard and you wondering why/ It's so I’ll make my mark like the scar under my eye/ You can see that my passion is escalating/ My impatience for AGES I’ve been creating/ A collection of sessions, a breath of the freshest inventions/ Progressive, but also impressive/ Obsessive, the years that I spent in the making/ But its finally here, I’m content when I’m saying that/ (What your playing’s the best of me/ Nothing less, no regrets from me/ If you hear nothing next from me/ ‘Cuz I died, don't cry, I'm alive if this gets complete/ In Every rap that I wrote I've injected me/ So even when I'm long gone still my message speaks/ It’s a means to remember/ Like my grandfather’s dog tag hanging on my necklace piece/ I am (Here's to the Roc) Na, here's to me/ I'd like to make this cheers to me, ‘cuz I made it/ (Here's to Rocafella) No Excuses Every track, put my soul into it I am/ (Here's to the roc) Na, here's to me/ Clink glasses and cheers to me... I made it/ (Here's to Rocafella) No excuses My life, I expose you to it/. Too many only show love to who rest in peace/ So I rep now proud so he gets to see/ How I've kept up his legacy/ ‘Cuz though I rep for me, my whole family reflect in me/ They’re the ones who directly affected me/ Or indirect, from my ancestry, yes indeed/ Charge this success from me/ To my family, to whoever connects to me/ So I wanna give my thanks everybody/ If you put your influence upon me/ Even if we met for a sec at a party/ Or if we knew each other but communicated hardly/ I need y’all to know that your partly responsible/ For who I am now ‘cuz you played your partial role/ All the marginal parts of an artist stroke/ Is what makes up the larger scope/ So without y’all what I'm doing now would be impossible/ I'm completing my largest goal/ But I write from my heart and soul/ So even if you don't like what I write, you respect that my hearts exposed/ So I wanna thank y’all ‘cuz I'm glad where I'm at/ Wouldn't take shit back, it would impact where I'm at/ 10 years I’ve been rapping to master my craft/ No more practice, now my rap is a WRAP/ Thank y’all, I'm glad where I'm at/ Wouldn't take shit back, it would impact where I'm at/ 10 years I’ve been rapping to master my craft/ No more practice, this track is a WRAP/