Quite Frankly​.​.​.

by Frank Ramz

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Track Name: Morning Blackout [Prod Thelonious Martin]
MORNING BLACKOUT

all these obstacles in life make a nigga feel cornered, cut my vein on a recrod so my blood can spill on it.
i can bomb on ya set without giving a real warning, i be midnight blacking even if its still morning.
i no longer feel dormant.....the beast has awaken, undeath my feet its the streets that im breaking.
every step that im taking..bopping to my beat..you niggaz sweet..when you speak my teeth start da aching.
& i aint feeling that, ya bars coochie..nigga you godzookie..you hearing godzilla rap.
chilling in a position similar to where the ceilings at, promote animal cruelty with these bitches cause i kill the cat.
my mind still in tact tho it seems outta sync, me and life having a stare down without a blink.
and after all the real shit that i seen i cant be on the scene around you lame dudes without a drink.
gotta think about my future if i wanna see it, come into fruition..its my mission to be undefeated.
i always give you my soul..i know someone will need it, & when it comes to the flow..its like a summers evening.
im doing numbers even if my numbers aint high, determination is sumthin you can see up in frank eyes.
been waiting on a miracle..its like im watching paint dry, while kissin on a demons neck & rubbing on a saints thighs.
..i cant lie this feelings feeling great, my lifes like im eating fast food on a silver plate.
...with no silver ware..but i got hope..financially im broke but mentally im a millionaire.
...you feeling scared? ill make it clearer..say Kamo 3 times in ya mirror nigga i will appear.
instilling fear in vagina rhymers, thats tryna line up in my way cause i already promised mama imma.
make it..and thats word to sammie, my attitude got bitches saying the nerve of ramzy.
cause i never gave a bird no candy, i pass em to score he be gassing them whores & passing em zannys.
& grabbing them panties..taking em off..they hitting the floor, she licking it all...the dick in her jaws..she aint missing the balls.
she a all around a pro, na im lying she a all around hoe..on the down low.
..profound flow when the beat meet my voice, all the geeks and the g's in the streets will rejoice.
long sheet full of freaks watch my speech get em moist, ..aretha theresa alicia and joyce.
..nigga you can see the fire in my iris, and thats why im killing the comp like a virus.
...death comes when the night falls so ill be done killed em all by the time the sun rises.
yo....im representing for the boogie tho, ...thats why i gotta keep the hoody low.
..they used to ask yo..could he flow?, now they tryna figure out..how..far..could he go.
whats goodie bro..nothing but this Kamo, my damn flow..make lakes like land o...im so butter.
..fucking life with no rubber in a land rov, and if she ever leave me ima smack her with my hands closed.
......thats a different type of punch line, a knock out..but never cop out..i dont like one time.
i com-bine..my ignorance with a bit of intelligence, and spit it to give all my real niggaz musical medicine.
..you dont need a prescription..youll be good if ya listenin, see yaself in a better position..ill give ya vision.
..come walk in my kitchen..you smell what im cheffing, im good with this cooking shit..go and ask me a question.
...im up in the night..and most of the day, ..had alotta problems so i just wrote em away.
he approaching i choke em..make em a ghost if he play, he said he aint want it..thats not what i hoped he would say.
..im ready for w.a... then add a R, ..i got alotta savy bars in my catalog.
..my pops was tryna get a nut instead he had a star, and placed me on the earth with you jerks..thats why im mad at yall
Track Name: Zone Out [Prod Alex Goose]
ZONE OUT

Verse 1

still missing my cousin every second of the day, ..it seems another obstacle is stepping in my way.
everytime i think i escaped from my last one, ..pain is where i get most of my raps from.
and i got alotta anger inside of me, thats the side effects growing up in poverty.
pain & anger..happiness remains a stranger..my sanity remains in danger.
lifes a pretty dame and i came to bang her, them lights are pretty mayne..but that fame'll change a.
weak nigga to a weaker one, ..thats why my heart is where im always speaking frm.
heart kinda cold might leave ya speakers numb, but thats what you get for buying them cheaper ones.
cause i give you niggaz nickels for my thoughts and them nickels add up, but no matter what i give i end up getting bad luck
god over my shoulder holding me closer, the devil calling me down to roll with his soldiers.
..i find it harder to hold my composure, shit..i even tried holding a clover.
thinking 4 leafs would lead to more peace, but i was swimming in bad luck..balls deep.
misunderstood by a portion of peers, either they aint get to know me or they thought i was weird.
but of course i aint care cause they aint stopping me, ...you niggaz live off of mockery.
na na..i got alot of 2pac in me, ..and my nature is naughty im taking all of ya property.
..possibly yall could use my ideas, decorative thoughts..my brain is ikea.
i see a lot of yall down with a frown..if you need it to turn around..yo

Chorus

i can help you to zone out..
i can help youu relax..get you outta them traps..and you will never go back......you know that
i can help you to zone out..
i can help you to chill..you can feel what i feel..let me know whats the deal....for real
i can help you to zone out..

Verse 2

cant wear a smile every minute, these bad nerves got me very timid.
..and i dont want nothing to do with bad luck but that sucks cause im already in it.
cant go back..so ramz gone black on a beat until i can get my hands on that.
little peice of success, ...maybe then i wouldnt be such a mess...but at least i confess.
to it..through music i can elevate above it all, cause when i write somthing its alotta love involved.
& to my true fans..its all because of yall, supporting me like a beam holding up a wall.
that i can kick back and smile a little bit, good times dont rain on me..but its drizzling.
in the rap game alotta these niggaz littering, so when you listening..its garbage you really digging in.
ignorant..illiterate..niggaz needta step it up, hip hop is somthing i love..why mess it up.
real lyrical heads is mad..this is stressing us, killing the culture..you vultures needta get it touch.
with the new zone..ima provide for ya, if you cant get to it then ima fly to ya.
why would ya decline it..its somthing thats timeless..somthing you gotta dub and rewind it.
i used to like chasing certain stuff cause its shining, then suddenly realize it wasnt a diamond.
it felt like my brain was stuck in confinement, ray charles..i couldnt see nothing im blinded.
but as time passed..i got fine fast, now i wanna make a toast..so i got my wine glass.
and if you feel you got nothing to toast to, then you should just let me coach you.

Chorus

i can help you to zone out..
i can help youu relax..get you outta them traps..and you will never go back......you know that
i can help you to zone out..
i can help you to chill..you can feel what i feel..let me know whats the deal....for real
Track Name: Art Imitates Life [Prod Thelonious Martin]
ART IMITATES LIFE

VERSE 1

....inspired by life, ...making moves all day..a normal nigga would be tired by night.
but i gain more energy every i fire i light...every match i strike, is equivalent to every single rap i write.
i wouldnt of made it through half my life without this, ..probably woulda been on my stay in the house shit.
probably woulda been better off..but mentally i was lost..i had to follow a course just to get out this.
hell hole..far from melrose, place..get the fuck out my face..dont wanna smell those.
...expensive ass colognes or ya new ya clothes, ...or ya new shoes..or ya two do'[or].
coupe with the new car smell smelling like mucho, deniro..but i got zero..im tryna boost those.
...listen..im on a mission, success got nice lips and i just wanna kiss em.
i dont wanna own em lets get that clear, ill be good if i can rent em out for maybe a year.
baby the fear that i had once, turned into a dead beat dad it disappeared in the past months.
..and i know i may appear to mad blunt, but thats because i fucking am nigga understand.

VERSE 2

growing up at 1 point i had little to nothing, so if i did talk shit about me having new kicks i was doing some invisible bluffing...and if i did get a new pair some niggaz would scuff em.
now understand how it feel when ya kicks scuffed but you cant do much so those are what you gotta wear,
cause in the back of ya head you know you wont have enough bread for that for about another year.
..no matter how sunny it was, nigga my days were dark..i wasnt gettin any money or love.
and my heart..was a place where you could place some water in a vase and watch it turn into ice before you can say grace.
i used to play mase music and imagine that, ..i was living lavish in a better habitat.
...the suits with the shine was in, fuck yall..i was only like 9 or 10.
so it was popping in my optics, & the rich life became more relevant to me the more that i watched it.
...motivation is what i view it as, if you aint catching onto that you a stupid ass.

VERSE 3

see you reap what you sew..and you eat what you grow, and most of the time you mainly speak what you know.
so..on that note im convinced, that alotta niggaz is lacking common sense.
since..they dont even look or take the time to read a book..they always limit theemselves..sometimes ignorance sells.
well..you aint finding that in this direction, if you expecting that form me youre truly disrespectin.
..life is what inspires my art which is why i speak upon all my hardships..i disconnected.
my mind from my motherfucking heart but theyll never be apart for real so kill ya misconeptions.
cause if i really had one without the other ill be dead either way you wanna look at it..and i dont like the look of it.
i dont like the thoughts either, cause those thoughts are like brutus when he crossed cesar.
shit is killing me..inside out, and i aint one to welcome a killer up in my house.
at least knowingly..so just remember when you listen to my poetry im only showing you what life was showing me.
Track Name: Gold Mine
GOLD MINE

VERSE 1

i dont need a motherfucking co sign, so i dont pay you motherfuckers no mind.
if i could get a penny for my thoughts then this head up on my shoulders is a motherfucking gold mine. [mind]
nigga i been grown since i was nine, roaming outside tryna make a dollar out a dime.
niggaz holler bout they grind..but be sitting on they ass, i be pissing on they front door and shitting on they grass.
see im encouraging growth, at the same time im playin dirty while you niggaz hugging the soap.
im in troubled waters tugging my boat, with no address to mapquest..im going off of nothing but hope.
and blind faith..see this shit takes time and time takes, alotta energy outta me my body needs a break.
feeling so close to death nigga i could see the gates, but i keep going knowing that i possibly can make.
alot of mistakes...see everything you have can be taken away..and thats including ya life.
and dont be mad at the player haters that only means you doing it right, whatever you doing is only keeping you in they sight.
see they life is full of a bunch of shoulda coulda wouldas, so envy is running through they veins along with sugar.
jealousies what they feel everytime that people mention whos real cause im getting picked like 3 year old boogers.
so dont be saying that they never dug it, you motherfuckers aint official you niggaz is just the first 3 letters of it.
i been the nicest motherfucker for 10 plus years..the problem was it was never public.
i pay attention with whatever budget..i can be dead broke..super rich, frying up some egg yolk or tuna fish.
or even eatin lobster, thats real nigga shit and you can see it in my posture.
used to be a superficial nigga..thought i needed it to prosper, but my thoughts were clouded..my brain was getting weeded with them rastas.
i had to let it air out, and now thats the type of shit that i dont even care bout
never wanted braids cause id probably pull my hair out, cause stress makes me wanna roll a blunt and pull a beer out.
from here out address me as ya mothafucking highness.
and i dont need no hook for this shit!!!


VERSE 2

living life like a zombie, havoc all around me but i walk through it calmly.
and thats word to my mommy, when i step outside the crib i dont see no fucking palm trees.
nigga my scene has no green grass, but youll see a devil with green eyes and a mean ass.
these bitches will get at ya green fast, be quick to throw you some pussy if ever you seem sad.
a real nigga is something i never tried to be, never told her i lie..thats why she wanna lie with me.
niggaz hate me publicly but be bumping me privately, saying they dont fuck with me but always keep a eye on me.
they just wishing they could be in my position, or at least borrow my glasses and see into my vision.
i was sick so i needed the prescription, got it and im still sick..no cure can flee it from my system
pulling out wisdom im similar to a dentist, stock value rising..im gaining a bunch of interest.
exiting stress stage left..im at the entrance, of success..you can follow my steps..be my apprentice.
i give the game breath with every sentence, and i dont need an entourage to chase me around..i aint vincent.
i could give you 2 but id rather give you ten cents, the negative side of the stories what they fail to mention.
they tell you about the bottles and the models and the murcialagos, but they dont ever let you know whats gonna follow.
cause when today turns into tomorrow, youll see that everything and everyone that was around you was hollow.
thats one tough cookie swallow after the feelin of feelin like youre on top of the world..walking on ceilings.
you dealing with somthing bigger than that temporary pleasure nigga.
and i dont need no hook for this shit!
Track Name: I Be Damned [Swollen Drumz]
I BE DAMNED

CHORUS

i be da..da..damned
if i see you with another ma..ma..ma..ma..man
holding ha..ha..hands. (2x)

VERSE 1

like i never was the one that you was loving
i thought that we was on the same page but we wasnt
i thought that you was faithful but you chased em by the dozens.
i shouldve listen to the warning given by my cousin.
i guess that i was bugging..ignoring all ya clubbing,
you fed me with a bowl full of lies and i dug in.
i was under ya influence girl you had me buzzing
now you got a nigga feeling something like a oven.
now im getting heated..girl you had my heart but that aint how you s'posed to treat it.
you wasnt s'posed to leave it right there on the cement..now everybody sees it.
together we was floating but without you i am sea sick.
shorty on some g shit..my heart doesnt need this.
you just went ahead and broke it now it needs to be fixed.

CHORUS

but i be da..da..damned
if i see you with another ma..ma..ma..ma..man
holding ha..ha..hands. (2x) 1:19

VERSE 2

like i didnt buy you most of what you wearing
so really you should thank me when other niggaz staring.
i showed you all my love girl i thought that was apparent,
now i like to sleep cause in my dreams you be appearing.
and fuck what you are hearing..them niggaz aint comparing,
im confident in myself..them niggaz i aint fearing.
i do fear ya judgement..you almost got me tearing,
called you daddys little girl now im feeling like a parent.
worried cause im thinking that you mightve gotten kid napped,
almost voluntarily..ill never get my kid back.
ill never fall in love again i swear its just a big trap
you love chocolate niggaz and my heart was like ya kit kat.
emotional stability is something i wont get back
and even if i did get it back..i would ditch that.

CHORUS

but i be da..da..damned
if i see you with another ma..ma..ma..ma..man
holding ha..ha..hands. (2x) 2:10

VERSE 3

like i didnt put you onto to all that freaky stuff,
everytime i licked you down..youd be yelling eat me up.
you were always proud..you would smile just to see me nut
cause you knew you made that happen baby i cant even bluff.
you i couldnt see enough..shawty you got me in cuffs
now im like a crack fiend baby i just need a rush.
maybe i just a need a touch..maybe we just need to fuck
one more time to see if anything could be of us.
i dont wanna see the dust flying when you leave me stuck
lady them niggaz only look at you like some easy butt.
but you know its different over here..we be drifting over here,
and showing you my loves the only mission over here.
late night passionately kissing over here.
go to bed..im the one doing the dishes over here.
Track Name: Individuality [Prod Woody]
INDIVIDUALITY

VERSE 1

i like to close my eyes envision myself,... somewhere far living in wealth.
i keep a positive outlook on everything..but sometimes man that shit doesnt help.
i hope everything im spitting gets felt..even if you not going through the same.
i like to keep it a hunred..these other niggaz showing you the games..nothing but the realness is flowing through my veins.
showing you a change..hoping that you catch on, music is weap-on..im showing you the range.
cause you dont need to be close to get touched, even a sniper scope dont focus this much.
but..its misused alot, they not conscious about what they chose to jot.
now peep this loser hop out his shoes to rock out and prove im not stupid..you should watch

CHORUS

they wanna wear big chains...and pop champagne..and floss in the club..and try to make it rain. (i know)
cause thats the only thing the ppl got to listen to
cause dont nobody wanna be an individual
they wanna drive hot cars..and be rock stars..and wear expensive clothes to fuck hot broads. (i know)
cause thats the only thing the ppl got to listen to
cause dont nobody wanna be an individual

VERSE 2

..we just killing ourselves slow but surely, riding down a superficial road to glory.
before me..many men have told the story..about life when you living in the slums,
most would sell they soul and give it in for funds..eager for them dividends to come.
nigga is ya dumb..riding on a 2 way street, one way is to jail..the other way is deceased.
my aunts up in the church every day of week, and even when she home she still praying for peace.
trying hard not to let this shit shake us, i was at a wake when i decided to wake up.
and mommy i apologize, i thought i wasnt cursin no more..jus put that in my pot of lies.
i gotta let it out..maybe i gotta cry, but i will not let it rot inside. its coming out..

CHORUS

they wanna wear big chains...and pop champagne..and floss in the club..and try to make it rain. (i know)
cause thats the only thing the ppl got to listen to
cause dont nobody wanna be an individual
they wanna drive hot cars..and be rock stars..and wear expensive clothes to fuck hot broads. (i know)
cause thats the only thing the ppl got to listen to
cause dont nobody wanna be an individual
Track Name: Kamo Gang [Prod Blue Sky Black Death]
KAMO GANG

Pre-Hook

mooly got me sipping patron, ...and even tho i dont sit on the throne.
you niggaz better not let me get in my zone, ...cause i turn into a killer once that liquor is gone

CHORUS

bang..
on a beat..in the streets where i hang..ill do any fucking thang for that fucking kamo gang.
yea ill ride and ill die for them guys ill provide anythang..we that fucking kamo gang
yea i bang..for that gang..we that fucking kamo gang
yea i bang..for that gang..we that fucking kamo gang
yea i bang..for that gang..we that fucking kamo gang
yea i bang for that gang..we them kamo niggaz

VERSE 1

remove ya hat when you step into our vicinity, dont need a smith & wesson our weapon is our identity.
you...should get protection ya destined to be a enemy, if..i take a second to question if you a friend to me.
bitch...dont got time for ya estrogen aint no sympathy, for..you pussies that need affection and dont pretend to be.
cool..cause we can smell it especially if its meant to be, who..you think you fooling..thats defnitly elementary.
oohh..and heres a message for all haters, that kamo stands fo[r] education and more paper.
in case you aint know..my niggaz ready to grow, that strength & loyalty is something that we steadily show. its kamo style nigga

CHORUS

bang..
on a beat..in the streets where i hang..ill do any fucking thang for that fucking kamo gang.
yea ill ride and ill die for them guys ill provide anythang..we that fucking kamo gang
yea i bang..for that gang..we that fucking kamo gang
yea i bang..for that gang..we that fucking kamo gang
yea i bang..for that gang..we that fucking kamo gang
yea i bang for that gang..we them kamo niggaz


VERSE 2

...rambo here.. shining brighter than a chando-lier, my whole team is a click full of stars..you just a candle next to kamo gear.
yea..do not cross us, alotta niggaz got lost in the toss up. my worst shit puts yo best shit to rest so i suggest that you niggaz go and boss up.
and i represent the B.X. ... new york... a new force.. kamo we not to be messed. with what the fuck you thought.
true talk is what my lips provide, fuck if u criticize, and if you keep talking through ya teeth might as well say ahh and put my dick inside.
its K. A. M. O.. yea thats still my M.O., ..yea thats still my M.O..just in case you missed the memo.
can you stop us..nigga N.O. ya album cant touch my demo, i be intercontinental with ya bitch up in a limo.
in her dentals like im checking if her tonsils are infected, intertwine when i enter her mind its interesting.
aint no resting when im around so go grab yo protection, if that aint in yo possession its something you should invest in.
cause im repping ... that kamo gang
Track Name: The Success of Failure
THE SUCCESS OF FAILURE

..i aint gone say i never lost, or that i never ever thought of quitting & fallin off.
the face of the earth..but of course, tasting the dirt has crossed.
my mind many of times but those the ideas that i toss.
jealousies a female trait and i dont wear no fucking gloss, nigga..
na you cant sleep on me cause i am not no soft nigga.
i cost niggaz a lifetime of pain, im just tryna get in the game and let that light shine again.
i know the feelin of failure and i can tell ya much about it, most of it was negative energy coming from niggz who fucking doubted.
yea i was making mistakes, chasing the waterfalls when i shouldve been chasing the lakes.
and please believe with everything that i experienced on earth..when i die thats gonna be my 2nd birth so have a cake at my wake.
taking the fake and replace it with great, this shit was destined to happen nigga you couldnt keep shaking ya fate.
im still alive so everything i survived was a lesson learned, and when you determined you always get a second turn.
these niggaz selling they souls for that limelight but get mad when they get in it because they flesh get burned.
..that shit aint nothing to fuck with, ..for a couple of bucks you becoming a puppet?
i took my two tears and i put em up in a bucket, and put a lid on it now all that stuff is erupting.
see i done suffered enough and its time to put my knowledge to use, ..soldier of war i polished my boots and yall should salute.
all of these years these motherfuckers been hiding the truth, but i was seeing straight through them niggaz like a bottle of goose.
..hop in the booth and turn my pain into pleasure, then my failure becomes success..i made the change for the better.
aim at whoever got them silly thoughts of claiming my treasure, which is my freedom..you can keep all of the fame and the cheddar. nigga
..i dont regret shit..the positive with the negative is the best mix, made me humble but restless.
helped me build up my character and that was on my checklist, of things i needed to do when i was running round reckless.
i was looking for breakfast..yall was looking for sex..and now im lookin for seconds..got niggaz hooked to my message.
i put my foot in my records so niggaz couldnt neglect it...but they still did.
i feel big as im looking down over them same niggaz, you know the type..them every year..still aint change niggaz.
the prototype for lame niggaz be quick to blame niggaz, for something that they did..why you cant be a man but keep on pumping that you big.
thats why im coming at yo wig, little kids that only bark..thats why you something like a twig.
but ya roots dont grow deep so that is something i can dig..the fuck up, then ima drink to my victory watch me raise my cup up.
to the heavens..its a blessing every breath that i blow out, i feel im here for a reason so its best that i show out.
catch me all up in ya house..i might be resting on yo couch, with yo spouse..and my dick might be erect all in her mouth.
nigga..remember every second that you doubt..is a second that ya cant get back, i feel time is money..i wont waste it on no damn chit chat.
so if he hating tell that man get back.
Track Name: Brief Intermission 2.0 [Prod Woody]
BRIEF INTERMISSION 2.0

im the bad guy ya mother been telling ya bout, my words make alotta noise but i aint yelling em out.
dont worry bout if i can sell in a drought, cause i can make that money stretch like the pouch in a pelicans mouth.
would it be better if i was spelling it out?, im bringing that shit that was in ya pocket..fell in ya couch.
these niggaz tripping to say that im bullshitting but soon as i started spitting all they was yelling was ouch.
my shit certified..i dont need a fella to vouch, niggaz cant fuck with me..i took the celibate route
spitting the gospel...give niggaz the holy ghost so if you get too close it feel like you in the reverends house.
..you can ask about ramzy on the eastside, but yo name..rings no bell..you just a peace prize
i kick that shit that could make the yeast rise, gone try to walk on it..get ya fuckin feet fried.
you out here claiming you fucking dimes, when ya main bitch is looking like busta rhymes.
i seen shorty the other night without the make up, she need to go and get some beauty sleep and never wake up.
my bitch badder than new new, she the shit thats why i call her my boo boo.
when you see her you be loooking thirsty..go get a yoohoo, cause trust me she dont see you my nigga she looking through you.
she not about to leave armani to be with fubu, to do that..shed have to be blind stupid and cucko.
tryna tell her how you get around like a cab, resembling eddie murphy cause you sound like a ass.
you niggaz is watered down like the grass on the white house lawn, and 8 o clock in the morn
i went through alotta shit just to make it outta the storm, so if a nigga offend me ill take it out on his moms.
thats how i handle things in a ramzy manner, ...got twins calling me daddy like im danny tanner
i give you real shit but you hand me slander, you ungrateful..motherfuckers..i hate you.
probably sweeter then maple syrup when you put it on top of a cinnamon bagel..i already done ate you.
yea im married to music and i been heavily faithful, spitting it like this is something only the greats do.
so please dont fall for the madness, cause when that smoke clears and yall in a casket.
ima still be hare just call me a rabbit, ...breathing out fire with the balls of a dragon.
dragging everybodies body in a body bag, smoking niggaz til i get the same high that bobby had.
ya best bet is to wear jeremy shocky pads, with a bunch of under armour and a fucking hockey mask.
so if you wanna dance we can samba, i rap as if im juiced up minus the jamba.
we can do this live and direct..itll be a honor, to cook yo ass in front of a crowd..benihana.
black mamba..but no i aint kobe tho, never showing no x o's..this aint o.v.o.(no)
more like a lyrical rodeo, every literal syllable killing you til you holy ghost.
niggaz dont really know me tho, if you claiming you iller you really gone havta show me so.
every second i slowly grow, if you trying to stop my progression in less then a second youll get hit with that okie doke.
Track Name: Rather Be Alone [Prod Woody]
RATHER BE ALONE [additional vocals by Spits Da Dawn]

VERSE 1

everybody partying..club hopping and shit, buy another bottle..pop em and sip.
pose with the hoes..tell em stop for a pic, looking at me strange cause im not in the mix.
going to the movies..watching a flick, on the line getting popcorn jocking the chicks.
with the hot little hips..looking at her like a possible hit, or the top you could get..from her hot little lips.
got ya mind made up, you wont stop til you get that little dime laid up.
on the block for a bit..i hope ya grind raised up, cause i gots to admit homie my shine blazed up.
cause while yall was dancing..i focused on advancing, and i took advantage of all of my chances.
granted i was stranded at base, but that was by choice..i demanded my space.

CHORUS

i just rather be alone [i just rather be alone]
i prefer to be at home [i prefer to be at home]
i dont wanna be a clone [i dont wanna be a clone]
so just leave me alone [so just leave me alone]

VERSE 2

i tried fitting in but it wasnt my size, at the end of the night i said fuck it i tried.
they blinded by them lights so i covered my eyes, im just tryna find my sight and its nothing outside.
but alotta distractions, a bunch of fucking headaches got me popping a aspirin.
im not finna have it..and i can do bad shit alone.
so thats how i be when im back in my zone, and its alotta things that trapped in my dome.
i swear if the feds was tapping my phone..theyd realize fast, that im young and im black.
and im past educated, graduated..i got family members that never made it.
so everytime i do something they ass celebration, so dont get in my way cause my wrath elevated.
to another height..what a life..homie it aint hard to see, please dont bother me. why?

CHORUS

i just rather be alone [i just rather be alone] (all by myself)
i prefer to be at home [i prefer to be at home] (all by myself)
i dont wanna be a clone [i dont wanna be a clone] (like no one else)
so just leave me alone [so just leave me alone] (all by myself)

VERSE 3

three's company and twos a crowd, id rather be alone with the music loud.
but look at where im at now..im super proud, if i look down id be looking through a cloud.
headphones on..solitude living, my current progress got alotta dudes wishing.
that i fail...aww well dont hold ya breath, i chose success..you chose to dress.
i chose to work..you chose to rest, put my shoes on so soon as you dosed i left.
few clothes i kept..the rest i threw em out, im not materialistic..tell me what you about?
alotta ppl aint worth me wasting, air from my lungs just to have a conversation.
so at times if you find i aint speaking, yea its for a reason. my nigga

CHORUS

i just rather be alone [i just rather be alone] (all by myself)
i prefer to be at home [i prefer to be at home] (all by myself)
i dont wanna be a clone [i dont wanna be a clone] (like no one else)
so just leave me alone [so just leave me alone] (all by myself)
Track Name: S.A.D. Ft. G.P. [Prod Blue Sky Black Death]
S.A.D.

VERSE 1 [Frank Ramz]

i dont want a lady with self esteem, i just want you to let me in them jeans.
yea i know that im sounding like a fiend, but baby girl everything aint what it seems.
im probably one of the coolest niggaz, thats out here wasting his time fooling with ya.
cause most niggaz dont respect you..probably just neglect you, ima treat you special.
you can supersize ya fries and all that, ill give you my work number & you can call that.
if i miss ya call i might even call back, if we in ihop ill let you get the tall stack.
as long as you keep sucking on them ball sacks, as long as my beef touching where ya walls at.
you can even get a hug in, maybe a kiss on the cheek..umm..na..im bugging.
a little back rubbing..in the club dubbing, hands like to grasp on that ass cause they love it.
you can come alone or you can get ya cousin, and yall can both know how it feels to get dug in.
yea im buzzing, thanks to that Kamo punch that D snuck in.
if she take a sip from me then we fucking, no McLovin’..just a McGriddle and the grits is on the oven.

CHORUS

baby girl dont be mad, why? because today is S.A.D.
wait, what i mean to say, today is S.mut A.ppreciation D.ay.
so where the smuts at? where the smuts at?
you feeling unappreciated scream fuck that!
so where the smuts at? where the smuts at?
today is yo day..scream fuck that!

VERSE 2 [G.P.]

i aint looking for a girl to call my wife, or a chick thats tryna stay with me all my life.
matter fact i need the opposite of all that, she dont mind if i hit it and never call back.
she take the pipe and go..yea thats my type of hoe, so today ima ask her ‘where would you like to go?’
usually i might treat em to the chicken spot, today you can eat wherever..ill let you pick the spot.
we can even go to the movies and watch a flick, and you can give me some head while i watch the shit.
extra butter on ya popcorn, and today is SAD..so im not wrong.
you can run around the crib with no socks on, women might hate it but heauxxx think this a hot song.
thats exactly who we made it for, you a smut..but today ill treat you like you mi amor.
thats right baby girl..yea you can live, and when we done ill let you spend the night at the crib.
you can hold the remote..even go in the fridge, today is yo day..let em know just what it is.
you see girl i aint nothing like these broke artist, i put this dick in ya mouth..youll be a choke artist.
haha..how you feeling me now?, G.P. fresh off the block..the illest villain in town.

CHORUS

baby girl dont be mad, why? because today is S.A.D.
wait, what i mean to say, today is S.mut A.ppreciation D.ay.
so where the smuts at? where the smuts at? you feeling unappreciated scream fuck that!
so where the smuts at? where the smuts at? today is yo day..scream fuck that!

so where the smuts at? where the smuts at?
you feeling unappreciated scream fuck that!
so where the smuts at? where the smuts at?
today is yo day..scream fuck that!
Track Name: Holy Water & Devil Springs [Prod Apollo Brown]
HOLY WATER

VERSE 1

long walks through the city... long talks to myself
late night when its chilly...i stay warm by thinking thoughts of wealth.
i found god in the bottom of a bottle..it almost looked as if he lost himself
but once a nigga sobered up i was assed out..felt like someone took off my belt.
..visit the church for a answer..to a rhetorical question
absolute power corrupts absolutely nigga ..and thats a historical lesson.
metaphorical weapons such as my pen as a sword, or my tongue is a gun..it got me ready for war.
sipping on this li-quor while looking up to the lord, the price to live this life is one that i cant afford.
im bored with being broke..this shit is getting so old, but i was raised by my mama..she neva taught me to fold.
unless it was clean clothes..heaven knows, alot of our nights were cold..we heated up with the stove.
as i continue to grow..im heating up with a cup, of something thats alcoholic..it probably fuck up my guts.
but in the moment its hitting me everything in my memory, will disappear..itll wipe clear all of my misery.

CHORUS

holy water...and devil springs
holy water...and devil springs
holy water...and devil springs
that shit'll help get rid of everything

VERSE 2

see his body and his blood thats the bread and the wine, ..so every 1st sunday im at church on time.
..but the night before i was on my grind, not working..i was twerking with a bitch that was fine.
please dont pay me no mind but im in need of a sign, my life is a blank canvas i just need a design.
so many demons in this liquor that i need to decline, conversations with satan got me bacon like im related to swine.
so many mistakes..but i cant make it rewind, im jus patient looking up the stairs..waiting to climb.
waitin to shine..i want it so bad..that i stare at the sun although its making me blind.
i gather my pain..and make it a rhyme, this life is a dime..with the greatest behind.
its like im listening to mary mary singing, they voices help me feel the annointing that they bringing.
but..everytime i see they butts i be thinking, thats something that i wouldnt mind having my teeth sink in.
to..now im drinking two, different liquors pushing my liver to the brink for new.
found happiness but thats the shit that i am still seeking, but walking in this church after every li'l weekend.
of me getting fucked up helps a nigga feel decent, let the lord enter my body right while the liquors leaving.
Track Name: Time's of the Essence [Prod Bad News Rap Dudes]
TIME'S OF THE ESSENCE

VERSE 1

please dont bother me dog..right now i got a killer instinct, these other niggaz really aint as ill as them think.
but motherfucker i am really ill and i know, see the lies in they eyes they are feeling my flow.
but like i said ima kill them guys go, get the venom..and there aint no penicillin die slow.
none of you villains are stealing my show, ..while yall were at the pit stop chilling i go.
wheels kept spinning on success road, driven by hate cause i aint getting no x.o's.
aint got time to be stressing over fresh clothes, or spend checks on baguettes..get my neck froze?
na..nigga my life mean a little more, but i aint knocking you if thats the way you getting yours.
but when the money goes..the honeys leave ya pad, so if thats ya happiness youll end up being sad.

CHORUS

i aint got time to play my nigga..
things aint going my way my nigga nigga..
yea im havin a bad day my nigga..
& i dont care what you gotta say my nigga..
see time keep moving..so ima move with it
time keep moving..so ima move with it
time keep moving..so ima move with it
you niggaz dont know what to do with it..forget it

VERSE 2

my life get dark..my life get bright, nobody really listens so i like this mic.
no matter what im saying weather im praying or venting, i know the mic paying attention.
the image i display in a sentence is more then you do in a song, get it off my chest and then im moving along.
rap better then any magic you can perform, cant cool off..my mother called me lucifers spawn.
so i was raised to believe i was one hundred thousand..three hundred and eighty degrees.
hotter than everybody so that made me achieve, a better understanding of myself..i gracefully ease.
taking one day at a time, first a nigga was confused now i made up my mind.
never stop is the plan..came far from drumming on them pots and them pans..yall can watch from the stands. man.

CHORUS

i aint got time to play my nigga..
things aint going my way my nigga nigga..
yea im havin a bad day my nigga..
& i dont care what you gotta say my nigga..
see time keep moving..so ima move with it
time keep moving..so ima move with it
time keep moving..so ima move with it
you niggaz dont know what to do with it..forget it
Track Name: Backside [Prod Daffy]
BACKSIDE

CHORUS

I can turn ya dreams..to reality
With you is where..i would rather be (why)
Because you got the backside that I like,
I was wondering if I could pass by for the Night.
We can drink a little..we can laugh and play,
When the sun come up..I'll be glad to stay. (ayy)
Because you got the backside that I like,
I was wondering if I could pass by for the Night.

VERSE 1

I'm all about takingcontrol, ..fuck what you had..I'm breaking the mold.
I can't help it when you facing ya toes, with ya head bent down how you making it roll.
Is insane.....ya frame is amazing, ..let's make love in the strangest of places.
I like pulling on ya hair jus a tad bit, I like biting on ya thighs cause you mad thick.
Ya lips like Angelina so Im brad Pitt, I hate to say this but damn you a bad bitch.
I mean that with all respect, if you feel I'm being foul you can call the ref.
I got the bubbles popping off in the bath tub, and baby oil on the side for ya back rub.
So dont be sad love..you in great hands, and if you free next week we can make
plans.

CHORUS

I can turn ya dreams..to reality
With you is where..i would rather be (why)
Because you got the backside that I like,
I was wondering if I could pass by for the Night.
We can drink a little..we can laugh and play,
When the sun come up..I'll be glad to stay. (ayy)
Because you got the backside that I like,
I was wondering if I could pass by for the Night.

VERSE 2

Now turn around..drop it down..dont Make a sound til I say so,
Just move move it quick..like a stripper chick..who tryna get..her pesos.
I'm able..to make it wet, dont worry..this'll only take a sec.
We'll be going and going..til we break a sweat, if you need to pause..we can take a rest.
See I hate to stress, but I really believe you might taste the best..if I may confess.
and I love when you throw it back, turn around and bite ya lips while I'm stroking that.
we getting lost and gone, kitty lookin like somebody turned a faucet on.
I swear nothings better then this, this is something that them jealous niggaz Never can get.

CHORUS

I can turn ya dreams..to reality
With you is where..i would rather be (why)
Because you got the backside that I like,
I was wondering if I could pass by for the Night.
We can drink a little..we can laugh and play,
When the sun come up..I'll be glad to stay. (ayy)
Because you got the backside that I like,
I was wondering if I could pass by for the Night.

Bridge:

(2x's) Now I got ciroc..you can pop a shot..
Ya body like a car..you can drop the top.
Just take off ya bra..(take off ya bra)
and let's take off to mars (take off to mars)

(2x's) you got what I want..I got what you need
Forget the bullshit tonight I'm gone please.
yo know I got some tricks up my sleeve
before it's all done i'll make you believe.
Track Name: A Bronx Tale
A BRONX TALE

VERSE 1

school of hard knocks..summa cum laude, lived on a harsh block..the drama would over crowd me.
the niggaz were fucking rowdy...the bitches were sucking proudly..and we were only 13.
you niggaz dont know what hurt means, the hardest part of ya day was trying to keep your shirt clean.
i been around the boosting and the after party shootings, niggaz get into they groups..and start acting stupid.
like lu said..i aint have a male role model, to play football and build rail road models.
no nigga to show me how to fly a kite or even ride a bike, to be a man you gotta see a man..and i was like.
lost in the world tryna teach myself, with life always throwing punches underneath my belt.
i had to..adjust to alotta shit being fatherless so fuck you, hope you enjoy the smell of my nuts too.

VERSE 2

its a difference between..having ya pops in ya sight, and really having ya pops in ya life.
so when i got in a fight...i aint know how to square up or even throw a jab, the weight of the whole world was like my shoulder pads.
thats why i be like fuck niggaz..i dont give a shit, ..my upbringing only turned me to a bigger dick.
dig a ditch bury the bullshit with ya self nigga, ..or start asking the pulpit for some help nigga.
i been in situations where making the wrong move, woulda had ya boy laid out and takin long snooze.
and thats word to G.P and my godbrother, life and the devil are odd lovers..but they love each other.
im bugging cause a nigga popped my cousin, i dont know what tomorrow holds dawg but im not budging.
cause im a superhuman..despite the negative energy, you motherfuckers will never get rid of me. suck a dick nigga

VERSE 3

be careful of the niggaz you fuck with, ..and be cautious of the bitches you fucking.
and if you thinking with ya dick not ya head..pay attetion to what you sticking it up in.
these chicks are disgusting and niggaz are bucking you gotta be strapped, whether it be a condom or gat.so dont get caught slipping.
the shit i seen got my thoughts tripping, i wanna be living my dream but i lost vision.
and its hard to come across wisdom where i raised at, these niggaz dont read books homie they raise gats.
and chase stacks..thats they life in a nutshell, ..fuck bitches and bust shells my nigga..fuck hell
the devil aint got shit on earth, and to show our appreciation to him..we piss on dirt.
get on verse..rap about it..laugh about it, the nigga that most of my class was doubting.. is on top now.
Track Name: Still Thinking Sober [Prod Blue Sky Black Death]
STILL THINKING SOBER

CHORUS

i.. i.. i.. i feel like i can fly.. fly.. fly
when that liquor by my side.. side.. side
or when the weed get me high.. high.. high
sober thoughts is killing me

VERSE 1

i dont need no name brand... just gimme some vodka nigga, i dont like this pain man..so this cup is my doctor nigga.
mite hit up the warehouse cause im def gone need me a box of liquor, and G.P got alotta kush and sour so we gone need alot of swishers.
i really dont like the weed but right now i need to inhale, cause i just found out that my cousin down south might be doing life in jail.
aww hell..so farewell to sobriety, bout to elevate..myself to a higher me. so let me puff on this loud..quitely.
ya see..i dont need you blowing mine, ..happiness aint coming to me so an escape is something i gotta go and find. got a bottle and a blunt then i wrote a rhyme
stuck up in the crib with a cup and none of my lights is on, performing slipping by dmx using the bottle as my microphone.

CHORUS

i.. i.. i.. i feel like i can fly.. fly.. fly
when that liquor by my side.. side.. side
or when the weed get me high.. high.. high
sober thoughts is killing me

VERSE 2

my mind is racing..
and time is wasting
so ima let this blunt accompany me as i climb to greatness.
..im boxed in the matrix...and i gots to escape this..
tryna be the highest nigga alive even tho im locked in a basement
popular faces pop in my head as i take this trip to euphoria
sipping on liquor with victor..cruz..while kissin on eva longoria.
victorious..notorious..right now im feelin so glorious,
like morpheus on morpheine..or neyo on some angel dust.
these side effects..is dangerous..but i think that id rather o.d.
than to have these sober thoughts hold me..cause they just killing me slowly.
cant control me no mo[re]..once that liquor starts to po[ur]..or that smoke starts to blow.
outta my lips..i got a few chips..im bout to go get.
some munchies..a loaf of bread..some lunch meat, a bag of chips..i might grab a twix and some donut sticks cause im hungry.
so pardon me..this life shit getting to hard for me, but ramz is fit..to handle this..so motherfucker please dont bother me.
aint no love left in the heart of me so this weed and liquor is my armor b...cant penetrate that
while i pen a great track..im honorably.
the most sober nigga with alcoholic ambitions, but im blunt twisting and liquor sipping til the pain is outta my system