I: If I was to be a father I would learn from Kenny Rogers Reach for the whiskey, bypass the Henny bottles A gambler, running away from Morgana That new chancellor Trynna take a chance on my stamina Beam me up to the 80s, my login is Kenny Loggins Straight to the Danger Zone Dammit mane, I'm home KC is for Keyshia Cole, Is Kenneth Cole related? How come my connection to him is never debated (huh?) I'm just a hope carrying proletariat In a world of have-nots it's overbearing The notion of failing I won't bare with it I don't care with it I'm so fearless My Uncle Swanny says.... ("Fuck you cowards and the naysayers!") Maydayyyyy! You falling off and you ain't got no prayer And the real niggaz know to keep the hustle-hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hook: They stay killing Kenny But he come back ALWAYS Certified, Executive Realness ALL DAY Why lie? The extreme divide of the Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! II: Evidently you can never check me Unless you're setting records like you're Kenny Chesney And I fight for everything, even my sanity You be surrounding me with lies and insanity Why the fuck must I explain what it means to be Black and poor? Ad nauseum you've heard the story tracked before I won't elaborate on Blackness in America Rather get the dynamite Collapse every barrier (Boom!) I'm advocating for myself That's how I move through the public assistance system in stealth What makes you look at me like I want to commit a crime? No tats, no piercings, and I never did a line Don't play with me, you coke heads just sniffing (flour!) you should be afraid of what I'm doing next, I'm a stalwart Not one those bastards robbin Baskin Robbins Where my validation for not being part of the problem? Hook: They stay killing Kenny But he come back ALWAYS Certified, Executive Realness ALL DAY Why lie? The extreme divide of the Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! I need candy on my cigar Zoning out to Kenny G Might play the sitar But focused on that getty green You walk around with herpes and don't even fuckin know it But you worried where my dick is going like you want a dosage You gotta comment but you'd rather be blogging it Face hidden, name changed, you assholes anonymous How you part lips in a cinch? Ass out, jeans labeled Abercrombie and (Bitch!) Lemme call Kanye Oh I mean Kenny West He could fill me in on the real, send me plenty texts All these young boys looking for Daddy to feed em To get by they turn trick Exposure indecent Falling in these traps ain't the business But it's a surplus of hoes underselling their stock, what's the difference? Real niggaz know to keep the hustle-hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hook: They stay killing Kenny But he come back ALWAYS Certified, Executive Realness ALL DAY Why lie? The extreme divide of the Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Why they ain't fuckin wit me Cuz they ain't ready Hook I ain't I ain't sticking with these I ain't I ain't sticking with these I ain't I ain't sticking with these parasites and bottom feeders I get trippy when I'm bizzaay Busy when I'm trip trip Busy when I'm trippy B-busy when I'm trippy 1: I dive Into the bottomless underground Got five Think I wanna smoke another pound To bail Nagging responsibilities That fail To get riches to riches in my vicinity But still Can't none of this shit imprison me Oh you feel I'm inhibited by iniquities But yet You whore throughout these industries You spent Diseased by the time you're 53 Before it get repetitive Take a chance Don't be scared of the cards and the way the hand Plays; keep the Ace in case the man Betrays with a Spade you can sway the champ While you doing the most, I play like I got nothing to lose Cuz its actually true The real shit needs no fuckin excuse Hook I ain't I ain't sticking with these I ain't I ain't sticking with these I ain't I ain't sticking with these parasites and bottom feeders I get trippy when I'm bizzaay Busy when I'm trip trip Busy when I'm trippy B-busy when I'm trippy 2: Uhhh! I swear Cleanliness is Godliness No fears being surrounded by sodomists I'm in a hostel, bathrooms are unattractive business If it's ever clean, Goddammit it must be sacrilegious If you test my testicular fortitude At best, get shot in the eye; a sordid view I suppose you talk the game taught to you So disposed to lies most affordable Here's the irony Cuz all day niggas got doe for the opiates And the dope is laced with nothing but caffeine and ritalin Molly don't know your face Good pussy only come to those that wait Keep playing you'll be limp by 48 And apparently you don't know lotion So ashy you should exfoliate Hook I ain't I ain't sticking with these I ain't I ain't sticking with these I ain't I ain't sticking with these parasites and bottom feeders I get trippy when I'm bizzaay Busy when I'm trip trip Busy when I'm trippy B-busy when I'm trippy 3: If you can't stand the heat Stay out the kitchen Unless you're a peon, made of freon I can't call it but I'm predisposed By my sun sign Aries I guess the fire keeps me on Blood stream pyro Heartbeat neon That's why when you consider death you should think of me beyond Any other beyond Shadow of a doubt Cuz I'm only showing you the light before you see dawn Extended metaphors for yo ass How I overcame the pain of the past? It's called frequent masturbation A day without it and I can only think if your ass waiting Cuz my urges never latent But if I settled for a whore then I'm complacent Neither of us would let each other go I must be hell bent against letting you escape to God's graces Hook Hook I ain't I ain't sticking with these I ain't I ain't sticking with these I ain't I ain't sticking with these parasites and bottom feeders I get trippy when I'm bizzaay Busy when I'm trip trip Busy when I'm trippy B-busy when I'm trippy Out I ain't sticking with these I ain't sticking I ain't I ain't I ain't sticking with these parasites... bottom feeders They ain't ready They ain't They ain't They ain't They ain't They ain't Re-re-re-re Re-re-re-re readaaayyyyy!

Intro: I’ma have to lick… I’ma have to lick… I’ma have to lick… Lick 2, lick 2, lick 2 Verse 1: I.K.P. Yall dont wanna gimme my props?? but the, skill. so. real. Nigga! Yet fags go HAM at the hands Of a diva that never gave a damn! (Damn) Yall dont wanna gimme my props?? but the, skill. so. real. Nigga! Boy wanna talk about passion but a bitch only here for the fashion Yall dont wanna gimme my props?? but the, skill. so. real. nigga! yet these, freak rappers get a (pass) cuz they show a little (ass) disposable acts yall dont wanna gimme my props?? but the, skill. so. real. nigga! Yall ain’t gotta put me on a list neither I set the bar then buy it, pour me a Gina… I live! Hook: Oh you the next bitch Beggin for attention Come for the Prez leave headless and you get NO MENTION! Oh you the next bitch Beggin for attention Come for the Prez leave headless and you get… Verse 2: Booder First off, swear to God wish a nigga would Same time, I don’t really think a nigga should Everybody wanna say how they be from the streets Just because a nigga hood it don’t mean he good It take more that, help ya team reach goals like quarterbacks If it ain’t heartfelt it’s a boring track Don’t take too much to slaughter cats When in all your raps, you wanna talk about all the gats a lotta times you don’t even have Start fallin back with all of that Cuz I ain’t gotta try and can beat ya ass I know I’m speaking fast and I’m an ether bag But let me break it down Ain’t nobody ever safe and sound When B double O said he made a vow to take the crown About to rape the game, you niggas all fucked Without stating names cuz you all suck Yall ducks still thinking it’s ya time to shine when truth is time’s all up And lemme ever hear my name pop up in a rap, you fuck around and get cracked like a walnut (CRACK!) Get ya flow in tact first you backwards Matter of fact I ain’t gotta call bluff, nigga, No Mention! I.K.P.: Yes God! Hook: Oh you the next bitch Beggin for attention Come for the Prez leave headless and you get NO MENTION! Oh you the next bitch Beggin for attention Come for the Prez leave headless and you get NO MENTION! Verse 3: I.K.P. Don’t you know my astuteness is proven The cynics and the critics been clueless, opinions inconclusive Wonder what happens when I make em take the “L” out in public The gift is a fist full of pubics And for good measure here’s a bit of lube A lot rides on my stock to give what the jocks like That’s rocking during their “cock” fights Laughing and passing gas sniffing nitrous oxide I wonder if I made a song named after the lamest trending celebrity, would the shit spread? Across the universe to every shithead with an internet connection, would it infect Or go viral to grip the search engine optimization trolls that get pegged As the next great hype with the most nasal flows Basic punchlines; What a way to go! It’s cool; I don’t need to be on nobody radar “Gaydar” or otherwise, I’m on a face card! King, nigga; ace in back pocket! Sitting on gems and golden eggs in a cockpit I don’t be concentrating on the constipated cons constantly exonerated I’m conscious of my confidence I don’t need no cosigns, confidants or concubines I’m kinda of a connoisseur on a conquest in contrast to the common denominators claiming they conquer I’m spotting contradictions urging me to conk em out with a conch Till they lay on the concourse I no longer can condone the conduct causing consternation The product of my contemplation wonders which constellations concur these consecrations Are you content with the strength of your content? Cuz I contest the best in the contest Hold em in contempt for foul play in this context Contaminating the stage with weak concepts Not a head-turner; ain’t got the square jaw Or the model body type showing my bare balls Or the light-skinned nigga with perfect teeth, tatted up, straight hair, making em stare long But most you jokers are slow and you coked up with no bucks Hold up cuz the flow NUTS! BITCH NIGGA!!! Get on my level you broke cunt! I own up, hope you find that long stroke, overdose to a coma Now you in a vegetable state, you seem weak Get you steamed that’s how you appease me You lack the greatness, you’d rather infatuate I have to lace the raps to make you salivate Bitches living for the thickness; so grasp the weight and have a taste till it blast ya face That’s the way I activate You gravitate when I captivate the cast and take the captain’s place Should I run a lap in this rat race? Cohabiting with half-ass rappers going half the pace Ass backwards, bypass the classic hate from ratchet asses half the pastors raped Slapped with a jockstrap, wrapped in masking type You don’t have a way to evacuate so let’s re-evaluate Hmmm… what did you do to exacerbate? Naturally you agitate Being a plastic fake and a classless flake You at the bottom of a placid lake Just pass the plate and be happy you wasn’t decapitated or castrated Break down & Bridge: I.K.P. (Dylan Michael) Yes God! I’ma have to lick 2 shots (YUP!) Yes God! I’ma have to lick 2 shots (YUP!) Yes God! I’ma have to lick 2 shots (IKP!) Yes God! I’ma have to lick 2 shots (Yeah) I’ma eat a little nigga up (for breakfast) Put you in a stat of shock (It’s electric!) Take away the anesthetic till ya (breathless) I get AGGRESSIVE, no question! (Why ya sitting there worried bout the next bitch Getting mad cuz ya name ain’t on the guestlist Looking stupid when you’re feeling so pretentious Just accept it, No Mention) Final Hook: Oh you the next bitch Beggin for attention Come for the Prez leave headless and you get NO MENTION! (I LIVE!) Oh you the next bitch (I LIVE!) Beggin for attention (I LIVE!) Come for the Prez leave headless and you get NO MENTION!

Chorus I don't wanna live life paying bills I need greenback bills I wanna rock like Bill as well I don't wanna live life paying bills I need greenback bills I wanna rock like Bill as well I don't wanna live life paying bills I need greenback bills I wanna rock like Bill as well Cuz I believe in Living Large And I believe in Letting Loose! 1: I don't own an aviary homie So I never cared for a bird that pigeonholes me I am Lyte as a rock STILL CAN'T HOLD ME Cuz I got gigawatt knowledge IN MY HOLDINGS Who the hell you supposed to be with corroded gold teeth? Better just mosey If you see me zoning Ah Ah Ah I never dwell in the throes of broke dreams And I Won't approach no goal with no scheme Mostly, I unload the flow to blow steam If you know me You know I like Cheddar with roast beef I'm too busy being a Veteran Collecting benefits to let a delicate minion interfere with grown folks steez Booby Trap! Drums! Chorus I don't wanna live life paying bills I need greenback bills I wanna rock like Bill as well I don't wanna live life paying bills I need greenback bills I wanna rock like Bill as well I don't wanna live life paying bills I need greenback bills I wanna rock like Bill as well Cuz I believe in Living Large And I believe in Letting Loose! 2: Gotta be in it to win it I'm on it like a hornet When I get it, you got it Get it got it the gone! Cynically distressed Chronically homeless Clinically depressed Serotonin zoning I lack hosts to digest lactose And I might be mad close to a mack that lacks hope Coughing phlegm cuz I had a McFlurry Stoned, rock bottom but absent of worry My tennis shoes unclean My funds fuel my dreams Dingy 6-by-9s how I slumber in the New York scenes Monthly checks blown the first week to keep it all alive Subsidized rent and EBT get me by If I don't fuck witcha Don't make me go for the jugular You have no function at my junction With lyrics limp as erectile dysfunction No further discussion, done! Booby trap! Chorus I don't wanna live life paying bills I need greenback bills I wanna rock like Bill as well I don't wanna live life paying bills I need greenback bills I wanna rock like Bill as well I don't wanna live life paying bills I need greenback bills I wanna rock like Bill as well Cuz I believe in Living Large And I believe in Letting Loose! Vocal stutter breakdown Out I could be the only queer rapper with a conscience Cuz I own it I wear it with a badge of honor Why? Cuz I own it YEAH! Cuz I own it YEAH! Cuz I own it And it don't phase me Why? Cuz I own it

Intro: Yeah You can judge me all you want But if I was to ever lucky enough to have a child I’d love em enough To tell em everything And this is where I would start 1: Back in the days, before iPads actually I was trynna be the fierce one, spittin in ya Eardrum Cuz Kweli did it, spittin nimble and gifted With the likes of Norah Jones and UGK, simply sufficient Reticent in a solemn night in my first digs, Jacksonville NC Nurturing my verses behind a large oak desk Collecting Soundclick beats with the latest HP Still I stay cheap Refusing to buy a bed; a bachelor pad for real My sister on a foldout couch whenever she would visit I’m on a futon mattress, ignoring the insistence to build the futon Rather get my crew on Trey-Deuce-Deuce Producing a EP with a few songs Cheap mic, cheap software, fist full of dreams Wet behind the ears with no kinda fears Hook I do it for the soul One of the few ways that I feel whole The creativity Is vivid wisdom for my liberty Sometimes the love, I don’t feel it But I’m too invested to give you up so easily Real Shit! Ah – I feel like something else got me… Breakdown: [Quentin Sound] La-La-La La-La… [I.K.P.] Meraki, come over here to Papi [Quentin Sound] La-La-La La-La… La-La-La La-La… [I.K.P.] What! Sometimes I get crazy baby girl you gotta watch me [Quentin Sound] La-La-La La-La… 2: Trynna be the fierce one spittin in ya eardrum With the lifestyle I live, you couldn’t compare none Luring other Marines to take pictures in their underwear Claiming I was a photographer and nothing weird Was going on A lonely kid with money to blow After a failed relationship, and they ain’t even know Got that House In Virginia, stayed essentially celibate Wasn’t selling a bit, but I was buying for the hell of it I used to ride thru Wilmington, Fayetteville, Raleigh, Charlotte Blowing wind in the face of caution Trynna be cordial through online dating They would just talk my ear off; I was patient Meanwhile, scoping my neighbor on the low Saturdays, shirtless, waxing his black Monte Carlo Swapping glimpses, timid, I wouldn’t draw close Peeking through venetian blinds, refinancing my car loan Hook I do it for the soul One of the few ways that I feel whole The creativity Is vivid wisdom for my liberty Sometimes the love, I don’t feel it But I’m too invested to give you up so easily Real Shit! Ah – I feel like something else got me… Breakdown: [Quentin Adams] La-La-La La-La… [I.K.P.] Meraki, come over here to Papi [Quentin Adams] La-La-La La-La… La-La-La La-La… [I.K.P.] What What! Sometimes I get crazy lil man you gotta watch me [Quentin Adams] La-La-La La-La… Bridge To my unborn child When he asks me how How I made it How I made it Keepin it real, keepin it real (Yeah, Yeah, yeah) 3: More positivity, less bullshit More brimstones thrown for less truth from the pulpit I was trynna be the fierce one, spittin in ya eardrum Kweli and T.I. in my veins, I fear none Especially when I heard Kwe “Give Em Hell” Religion getting skittish when in reference to my existence And this is how I conceived my artistic mission And this is how I perceived my personal discipline Turning out the females at open mics Alongside Gemynii Evolving as she stole the nights Only my fervency turn curses into blessings Only my urgency turn near-death to new life Viral meningitis couldn’t divert my messages And a doomed bus trip in Honduras didn’t make me lose sight Eardrum, bumpin in my Chrysler Metaphysical vibes heighten to enlightenment Flowing the nicest through fiber optic bandwidth And more testicular fortitude than you can manage Hook Outro: I do it for the soul One of the few ways that I feel whole The creativity Is vivid wisdom for my liberty Sometimes the love, I don’t feel it But I’m too invested to give you up so easily Real Shit! Ah – I feel like something else got me… [Quentin Sound] La-La-La La-La… Something else got me… Something else got me… La-La-La La-La…

You know how I do.. Libations Oww Hook I need that brown (Owww!) When I sip I tap into the spirits When I sip I tap into the spirits The holy holy spirits Chuuuuch! I need that clear (Clear!) When I sip I tap into the spirits When I sip I tap into the spirits The holy holy spirits Refrain And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good when I'm misunderstood 1: If you throw stones out of a glass house You might amass lacerations all in your bad mouth From chards of glass ricocheting You spitting game that'll slit your brain crisp and plain The shit's insane Better quit complaining unless ya live in a derelict tenement that's crumbling to the sediments There isn't a sentiment settling Giving way to any kind of sympathy for negative energy Just a master of ceremony Trying to get his Masters faster on the fly So I could pacify the flaccid mass of guys Only satisfied with acting bastardized Imagine if my dreams we're actualized My natural eye be the one with the battle cry Perhaps gratified that I could look back at life Classified as a Black defying tragic lies Of Uncle Tom stereotypes that belie Making it difficult for some to practice pride Shoulda been an ancient dragonfly Breathing fire on slave-owning forefathers, patricide Hook I need that brown (Owww!) When I sip I tap into the spirits When I sip I tap into the spirits The holy holy spirits Chuuuuch! I need that clear (Clear!) When I sip I tap into the spirits When I sip I tap into the spirits The holy holy spirits Refrain And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good when I'm misunderstood 2: I'm at the risk Of attacking unattractive masculine characters with an asterisk Throw em like ninja stars In defense of contingents posing like demigods Must be time to get out the small pond If its lonely at the top and there's nothing but all pawns If it's free enterprise why ain't freedom as free? Exhorbitant extortion, unbelievable fees When they discovered I wasn't bluffing They tried to stuff a muzzle on me to muffle my nuggets buzzing But if it wasn't for none of my rugged plugs You would b stuck suffering thru insufferable crud Coming frim these bums strutting duds Everyone knows you're a bust A thug in Uggs Showing so much love you starting fucking the crew At the W But there was nothing in it for you I get it in on simpletons and sinners Offending beginners I don't need Guinness to bring the business Dawg, you're barking up the wrong tree, get back un your kennel Before the Chinese slip you into the menu Hook I need that brown (Owww!) When I sip I tap into the spirits When I sip I tap into the spirits The holy holy spirits Chuuuuch! I need that clear (Clear!) When I sip I tap into the spirits When I sip I tap into the spirits The holy holy spirits Refrain And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good when I'm misunderstood 3: Fiery knowledge Incendiary to the brain No expletives, I'm more profane than you proclaim And you sound weak, you don't know pain Let me enlighten you; Pour the propane On your scalp Ignite a massive massacre To make it sizzle like the afterburn of an unnatural perm When it's not apt to curse, I'm taciturn You're left for dead like I was a passive nurse I've grown weary of weird theatrics Steered by your myriad of geriatrics The pickings are slim; stick to the script Most of you boys are decoys devoid of poise I'm impervious to flirts When I observe perverted politicians refer to each other as perverts Turn em into nervous wrecks Whenever I thwart my third leg When they notice the girth, shirts shed So they thirst and twerk in absurd ways These self-serving politicians get gassed When I rip ass Trying to deep throat for my vote Hook I need that brown (Owww!) When I sip I tap into the spirits When I sip I tap into the spirits The holy holy spirits Chuuuuch! I need that clear (Clear!) When I sip I tap into the spirits When I sip I tap into the spirits The holy holy spirits Refrain And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good bloody good BLOODY GOOD! And it feels bloody good when I'm misunderstood