(Sticky Sounz Intro) Welcome, Welcome ladies and gentlemen! Thanks for coming out to the Kit Kat Club We got a special guest for you tonight You won’t be disappointed He’s a good friend of mine…..I.K.P. He only has one request – And that is to break out your luminaries Which are your lighters, your cell phones, your flashlights; Whatever gives off light, y’know? Cuz he got a special piece for yall And it’s called “The Poetry of Color” I: You telling them WHITE lies, borne from WHITE lines Now your nose is WHITE-hot, throughout a WHITE night Nuit-blanche; then you dabble in WHITE slavery No WHITEcaps can wash your sins that you commit blatantly From the WHITEstone Bridge you wave the WHITE flag for WHITE hope To save you from the WHITE light of WHITE death; my bright prose – From WHITE labels might sanctify those Doomed from the WHITE light of wicked wickens who jeopardize souls The king of WHITE magic as I WHITE-list Fresh as WHITE waters of God, unmistakenly priceless Donning WHITE gold, rolling on WHITEwalls WHITE grapes and WHITE-ing providing nourishment Cuz I’m hungrier than Great WHITE sharks flourishing The weakness in my WHITE blood cells brings encouragement Sometimes I wish to WHITEwash my mistakes during WHITE Christmases As well as WHITE supremacy from its witnesses the poetry of color…. II: Why is it when you see BLACK, you will think “nigger”? Why negative connotations? Who are the destructive agents? Where are the BLACK aristocrats BLACKlisted – BLACKballed and BLACKmailed for trynna bring resistance? Who is it that’s really behind the BLACK marketing? I’ll bring them BLACK awareness through BLACK letters calling armistice Too much BLACK pride, deep BLACK consciousness More flavor than BLACK butter, I didn’t stutter I’m conveying gems more valuable than BLACK gold Unfazed, even when BLACK belts make you act bold I gather BLACK warriors giving them weapons from a BLACKsmith To bring you BLACK death for kicks at the pit – Of despair, then appear at that BLACK tie affair Jacking BLACKS at BLACKjack, sipping on BLACK tea I’m loving it when BLACK harmony brings BLACKS peace Let’s end the BLACK fever and all the past grief Yeah, yeah the poetry of color III: The color of neutrality; grey, brown The color, of life, earth tones abound Visions; not restricted to the grayscale Blind to the color’s mixture, you may fail Flesh; behold the natural spectrum All, races, obvious confession Different perspectives, coalescing Broader, horizons, ranges, dimensions Gray, equals, simplicity The bare minimum; no complexities The power of the mind, far exceeding So is black and white the only angle worth feeding? Gray, brown; Both bring balance. One vivid, the other no challenge Hoping your world is not monochromatic Sticking to the binary; break the habit! Kill the static the poetry of color…. Outro: Now if this feels good to you tonight Just snap along, and listen up for a second Escape from your minds There’s so much discussion on This and That Better or worse Gay or straight Black or White I just want people to take a second and realize That a lot of the concepts that we talk about They have range; they have spectrums Your skin color’s a prime example of that It’s not about black and white tho So let’s off that And see things for how they really are…ya dig?

Intro: What?! I’ll loosen my jeans If you pick yours up off the ground Looking like a fool The O-M-I, N-O-U-S The O-M-I, N-O-U-S Chorus: We must escape from this There's no debating it You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it The haters will always have opinions So just escape from it There's no debating it You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it Only you should recognize your own limits 1: It was 1999 I was stuck behind the times It was time to find a style Cuz all the kids be trying to clown And I was trying to be down And I was dying to find my route So maybe I could be allowed to get spot wit a decent crowd I could possibly see clout I would obviously be proud I would shop and see what's out What was hot in the streets of the south My jeans I would have them baggy Hat to the back and sagging Snapping with naps and passing Adamant raps with black kings, coming of age I've come to the stage where I'm running the place Scolding hundreds of fakes In the commons throwing lunch in the face of presumptuous punks Saving face for rep Tu sabes mi estilo con mi ropa muy traquilo Comprando con mis primos, enseñandome las modas Toma! Cada vez en Nueva York I was hitting crazy malls, baby boy raiding the greatest stores Baggy all the more, now there's crazy adversaries Clearly, for switching it up, I'm a rare breed Chorus We must escape from this There's no debating it You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it The haters will always have opinions So just escape from it There's no debating it You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it Only you should recognize your own limits 2: I will admit it's risky, but I gosta spit what's in me The skinny on the skinny, if you spot it you will then see It's existed since beginning the clocks amidst the centuries I amended my destiny when I rocked my first thin jeans The monsters quip it's ending Hip-Hop image is shifting From the modest gift of kicking The hottest shit and dishing the positive We missing a lot of it in this scene We gotta get the pristine dominance of bending the minds of kids descending from the moms and it's depending on the confluence Twisting the style of life and blending Denounce the hype that's tempting Pronounce the right of lifting The enemies of conviction to a new way of living Loose, fitted, baggy, skinny, beauty's only skin-deep My penchant is for sending my deepest thoughts on unity Truthfully, why cringe on how powerful the youth could be? There's too much lunacy, let's move for peace Chorus We must escape from this There's no debating it You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it The haters will always have opinions So just escape from it There's no debating it You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it Only you should recognize your own limits Breakdown: Still doing my Thing till the dawn Nothing left to do but keep singing my song Still doing my Thing till the dawn Nothing left to do but keep singing my song Still doing my Thing till the dawn Nothing left to do but keep singing my song Still doing my Thing till the dawn Nothing left to do but keep singing my song

Intro: Master Majj and MDJ 009.... Is u really ready for it now Is you really ready for it nooooww Verse 1: You really think you could move me I pull the roots of ya crew for the truth and the proof exposing a group of newbies Getting bolder and loose as groupies I'm seeing red like a crimson ruby When you stoop to the putrid lows of a gruesome homophobic brute beast Now behold of the movement's beauty Let's globalize, let's mobilize for a potent rise under the golden eye We hold the ties with the most desire to escape from the trenches where most us hide Not asking you to change the scriptures or switch beliefs, so quit the beef That pursuit is trivial and we need some growth for the peace to float I'm bringing about this fusion Impede and I'm make you a eunuch choosing to boost improvements for a bruised community, I need all of us grooving Forget all the units moving, to keep us losing and we shouldn't act with prudence so we all gotta speak our minds for a new conclusion HOOK: I light the crowd on fire! Turn you into zombies Holding you in bondage, you'll never get beyond me You're trekking for my treble..... You're begging for my bass..... (Repeat) Verse 2: So ride wit me, showing off my new dialect I'm high as the hyacinth and it ain't the hydroponics from that violet Stomping out the hierarchies violently In a style, high-time for it's arrival putting it mildly Highlighting it's high-science for the highbrows and the high-rollers Spitting it in hieroglyphics, polarizing the pros from the vultures Getting under your skin like hypodermic syringes at these clinics In high fidelity, I'm a hybrid of high definition persistence with demeanor so high-end you couldn't high five me Nowhere on this hydrosphere; still high enough to start sky-writing Laughing at these hyenas with no hygiene And that hyperglycemic hoe Heidi, but I'm so high-strung that you might not try me HOOK: I light the crowd on fire! Turn you into zombies Holding you in bondage, you'll never get beyond me You're trekking for my treble..... You're begging for my bass..... (Repeat) Verse 3: In this day in age, everyone trynna get crazy paid but that is no different than any time before, safe to say But this time the wage is raised, you can tell in a major way So why dwell, over his or her business and the games they play How they have the knowledge and do nothing wit it? Boy, you had me fooled, son I must admit it But that's how you make it hard to trust a nigga Activism - yeah I'm fukkin wit it TV networks been caught on The reality sweep puttin all of us on and it creates a niche for those out and strong Sticking out you will see the flamboyant types So there's love for us entertaining you but there are no laws in the plainest view Folks acting like we're a different class of people when we ask the nation to make marriage equal If everyone's on the same playing field regardless of color, what you saying still Majority rules even down to lifestyle? Guess we all gotta march through the night now Break: Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready? Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready? (Guess we all gotta march through the night now) Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready? Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready? (Guess we all gotta march through the night now) Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready? Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready? (Guess we all gotta march through the night now) Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready? Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready? HOOK: I light the crowd on fire! Turn you into zombies Holding you in bondage, you'll never get beyond me You're trekking for my treble..... You're begging for my bass..... (Repeat) Outro: I light the crowd on fire! Turn you into zombies Holding you in bondage, you'll never get beyond MEEEE! Master Majj and MDJ 009.... Is u really ready for it now Is you really ready for it nooooww (Repeat)

Chorus: I know you have a reason for suffering I know you have a fire inside Just know that I’ll be with you Just know I’ll be by your side 1: CREEPIN THRU THE FOG, A HAND REACHES TO SLAP YOU IT’S MINE; AS THE MINUTES UNWIND I’M LESS TACTFUL I’M SO CHOOSEY, I REMAIN UNCHOSEN FIGHTING FOR MY RIGHTS SO WE DON’T REMAIN FROZEN UNDERLYING HAVOC TRAVELS BENEATH THE FABRIC NEITHER THE FAG HAGS OR DRAGS UNLEASH THE SAVAGE IT’S TIME THEY FEEL THE WRATH I’M CASTING ON THE MADNESS THE BRASH DYNAMICS SURPASS THE MATHEMATICS EVERYBODY COMFORTABLE WITH THEY ORIENTATION BUT I FEEL WE NEED MORE DEMONSTRATION TO LIFT THE CLOAK – EVERYBODY KNOWS ABOUT IT WHAT IS GAY – WE DON’T KNOW HOW TO GO ABOUT IT SOME USE IT FOR SLANDER OR CONSORTING WITH THEIR BUDDIES BUT SWEEP THE ISSUE UNDERNEATH AND EVERYTHING IS LOVELY NOBODY WANTS TO DISCUSS THE REAL-LIFE PERCEPTIONS WHY WE STAY HIDING, THE ONGOING DECEPTIONS CUZ IT’S TABOO Chorus: I know you have a reason for suffering I know you have a fire inside Just know that I’ll be with you Just know I’ll be by your side 2: IT’S ALL EMBEDDED THRU THE WAVES OF THE DECADES THE FAIRIES AND THE TRADES, GETTING BLAMED FOR AIDS HOW MANY LIVES LOST EVEN TO THIS VERY DAY WHOLE COUNTRIES EXTERMINATE GAYS FOR BIBLICAL FAITH IN THE CLUB I SEE A SEA OF UNDULATIONS FLAILING ARMS, DURING BEAT REVERBERATIONS THESE ARE THE MAIN IMAGES SOCIETY NOTICES B. SCOTT ON YOU TUBE, STREAMING COAST TO COAST WITH IT HERE’S A NOTION; HOW BOUT WE EXTRAPOLATE THE LABELS – DROP ‘EM; A NEW FREEDOM CAPTIVATES LET THE PREJUDICES NULLIFY NO LONGER WOULD MY DISOWNED OR MY DL BROTHERS HIDE NO ONE COMPLAINS WHEN MALES WANT TO FANTASIZE OVER LESBIAN LOVERS, OR KATY PERRY TANTALIZE AND IF I WAS TO EXPOSE THE HIP HOP HOMOPHOBES WITH THEY ASSES HANGING, THEY’LL TRY TO BURN MY PROSE CUZ IT’S TABOO Chorus: I know you have a reason for suffering I know you have a fire inside Just know that I’ll be with you Just know I’ll be by your side Breakdown: (Voiceover) 4 all my oppressed constituents We’re living in different times So this is how we’re coming through For the record… Crowd Chant: LET IT BE KNOWN; WE IN THE ZONE! Voiceover: For the new generation, we setting the tone Crowd Chant: LET IT BE KNOWN; WE IN THE ZONE! Voiceover: And the old world order’s getting overthrown Crowd Chant: LET IT BE KNOWN; WE IN THE ZONE! Voiceover: This is who I am; this is who I BE!! Crowd Chant: LET IT BE KNOWN; WE IN THE ZONE! Voiceover: If a coward calls you out, you tell em how the f*** could you tell me what I’m s’posed to be! Chorus – Out: I know you have a reason for suffering I know you have a fire inside Just know that I’ll be with you Just know I’ll be by your side I know you have a reason for suffering I know you have a fire inside Just know that I’ll be with you Just know I’ll be by your side

HOOK: I’ll be BREAKIN rules, SHAKING fools Ah-Ah! MAKING moves The passion fuels; it builds me up If you really wanna set me up! YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to…WHAT!! I’ll be breakin RULES! Shaking FOOLS! Ah-Ah! Making MOVES! The passion fuels; it builds me up If you really wanna set me up! YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN 1: I’m willing to just pay the cost Until the hate tapers off Still gon’ shine like the naked stars With the bravest hearts and embrace the cause If you’re looking to take me on – May I suggest the way to start? Trace my thoughts; You’ll be taken to a place where the greatest are Then make that mark State your cause; create that spark All you do is talk like you lay with gods Sayin I’m breaking the sacred laws I attack with no delayed response My bite is much bigger than Major’s bark Packing my own poison if I play with sharks Neurotoxins all in your blood, sweat and tears, erasing hearts One thing I hate is a complacent boss Run up to the palace hundred eight men strong Fists in the air; if that don’t work Then I’m raising arms like I’m Genghis Khan Smothering heads till the face is gone No wasting time in the name of righteousness In the wake of an onslaught Can’t wait if the chase is on HOOK: I’ll be BREAKIN rules, SHAKING fools Ah-Ah! MAKING moves The passion fuels; it builds me up If you really wanna set me up! YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to…WHAT!! I’ll be breakin RULES! Shaking FOOLS! Ah-Ah! Making MOVES! The passion fuels; it builds me up If you really wanna set me up! YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN 2: How many of y’all wanna bounce wit me? Bring beef; I got the Mad Cow Disease Trynna bring heat to make your point? Bottle of petro will bake this joint Cause an inferno without pity The coldest mouth in the south spitting Sicker than a physicist with acidic wit In a system bent on imprisonment Have you noticed how gritty – Conditions get all around, sitting Waiting for my day is out of the question Make my day like a child when he exits Pushing out the birth canal; killing – All in sight with a Cal “Fitty” (.50) Vigilante, I will go that route If you do me like Diddy; no way out You can see my shoulder’s now chipping At every instance of an outfitting With a foul creed of hypocrisy Spreading lies to me, so logically If I catch another devout out cheating On his wife with the Bible that he spouts freely I blow smoke in his face, till he gets an epiphany Get it? HOOK: I’ll be BREAKIN rules, SHAKING fools Ah-Ah! MAKING moves The passion fuels; it builds me up If you really wanna set me up! YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to…WHAT!! I’ll be breakin RULES! Shaking FOOLS! Ah-Ah! Making MOVES! The passion fuels; it builds me up If you really wanna set me up! YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN Breakdown: DOWN! Hunt me down (DOWN!) Hunt me down (DOWN!) Hunt me down (DOWN!) Hunt me down Interlude: What’chu know about Master Majj, let me know! What’chu know about MDJ, let me know! What’chu know about I.K.P., let me know! L-L-L-L Let me know! L-L-L-L Let me know! What’chu know about Master Majj, let me know! What’chu know about MDJ, let me know! What’chu know about I.K.P., let me know! L-L-L-L Let me know! L-L-L-L Let me know! HOOK: I’ll be BREAKIN rules, SHAKING fools Ah-Ah! MAKING moves The passion fuels; it builds me up If you really wanna set me up! YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to…WHAT!! I’ll be breakin RULES! Shaking FOOLS! Ah-Ah! Making MOVES! The passion fuels; it builds me up If you really wanna set me up! YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN

now this time im taking all prisoners of society and i'm setting yall free now say hook: when i break-break free there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back hold me back ha-ha-hold me back when i – when i break free there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back hold me back hold me back verse 1: ever since ya boy climbed out of the womb i been looking, i been searching for an ounce of the booze i remember having to pick the route i would i choose leaving doubts as i grew stressed out from the crew picture a nigga like me out to disprove all the doubts out ya mouth that you tout in your moods trying to put me down (fuck it; i'm escaping) like a fugitive skipping town (fuck it; im escaping] you gotta be the change, that you wanna see ever since i realized the path in front of me i been running till my knee gave out kept stuntin', never frontin; can't be flamed out untamed with the gift who knew this mane was equipped with the gab for the game are you mad? what a shame when im after the fame on this track with the bang i get brash as i lash on a lame pre-hook: i used to look to my inner self sometimes wishing i was different male in a different place, sippin a bit of ale wit no concern for my mental health like i was meant to fail i searching for the light that lit the trail i rather die than be trapped in a living hell hook when i break-break free there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back hold me back ha-ha-hold me back when i – when i break free there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back hold me back hold me back verse 2: taking a trip out of my element elementary evidence telling me never give into the pressures my blessings are definitely heaven sent just telling it out of my benevolence that my four walls had a nigga feeling sheltered all along anxiety was bubbling like seltzer was always coming up short – keebler elf but my chance finally came to hop up on the Delta to explore my roots and shit take in the knowledge of my past like a student's wish little did i know there was a slew of chicks pursuing tricks i wasnt used to it i took a taste of the freedom, i was new to it breaking rules, living loose like a lunatic it was my way of escaping as i proved to win my independence that i viewed as strength, because pre-hook: i used to look to my inner self sometimes wishing i was different male in a different place, never feeling stale from the degradation of my mental health like i was meant to fail i was searching for the light that lit the trail i rather die than be trapped in a living hell hook when i break-break free there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back hold me back ha-ha-hold me back when i – when i break free there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back hold me back hold me back verse 3: when i rep for the fam i will spit for Honduras and i speak for Garifunas gotta, keep it together for the clan bring it home for the purists cuz nobody cuts it deep as i and i be well outside of ya little boundaries a-stound-ing at the pound of the wicked down beat trynna make it outta the rain i gotta soar speaking from the heart, feeling no remorse give my people a message and tell 'em im a million miles away if they wanna reach me then catch up cuz im on my way to another galaxy; im tired of being surrounded by so many slackers then they got the nerve to judge me but they'll never budge me its funny how bitter quitters can't touch me i put 'em thru the drudgery and infiltrate their fears till they flustering pre-hook: i used to look to my inner self sometimes wishing i was different male in a different place, sippin a bit of ale wit no concern for my mental health like i was meant to fail i searching for the light that lit the trail i rather die than be trapped in a living hell hook (OUT) when i break-break free there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back hold me back ha-ha-hold me back when i – when i break free there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back hold me back hold me back

Intro: For my go-gettas Now hold up-hold-up, now check me out When I get thru ‘chea, you gon really know King’s flow Then they will recognize My testimony show these folks Fa sho’ fa sho, my real deameanor, ya’ll are mostly hoax Bustin poison when I stroke these hoes OHHH! 1: I’m ever blazing, so debonair when I make this Manifest from my presence; forever shaking - The veterans of the day; I’m just a flagrant – Honduran agent, professing what my aim is I’m from a family full of relatives emigrating The elements of our culture of Caribbean natives And Black ancestry, I feel we necessitating A type of prominence; I get it, so yes, I’m chasing – A dream to fulfill prophecies, droppin heat And hell-raising, cuz shyt I witness enough Of the miserable clutches; My sisters is tough Enduring the mental mayhem and miniature men With malice in hearts and similar trends I’d like to let them know my plans see us winning again Believe, the shit from this pen will have these winnings descends I makes it intimate like friends with benefits For my go-gettas Chorus: vocals by Josephine LaCole w/I.K.P ad-libs I’m bringing my testimony (This is, This Is…) I’m bringing my testimony, hey! (How I’m living) I’m bring-ing my testimony (ahhh!) I’m bringing my testimony, hey! (oh yeah, cuz I’m at my best when I, testify) 2: My father’s militant strut runs in my veins I had to follow suit to prevent becoming insane I couldn’t stomach the shame of staying under the reign Of mom’s rule; becoming cumbersome, discovered the game – Plan, of going out on my own My life; how it’s my on own I was age eighteen taking control Playin my role, five years in uniform I’m steering thru the storm as I hear them bugle horns Made it thru, staying true Collected all benefits at my disposal, never wasting youth Slacking ‘round cuz at the top of my priorities Was education on how to cop all my royalties All along as I’m trying to make it I keep my rhymes adjacent, the canvas life created I use as my muse for these enlightened pages That describe my phases Never disguising traces, ohh! Repeat Chorus Bridge: Josephine Vocals with I.K.P. adlibs (Now break it down) I’m bring-ing my tes-ti-mony I’m bringing you my testimony (give it to em, go on give it em) I’m bring-ing my tes-ti-mony (Now bring em up, now bring em up!) 3: Everyday I shake death; to its face I make threats To kill its lame bets; he skips to who he takes next I hardly waste breaths; it’s the way that I take steps That would place death in a place that weighs less On my mind; I don’t hear him calling my name on the line I’m living on the borderline of success and failure Sorta warring all the time with uncertainty More often I abhor the blind Outlook of tomorrow morning If I’m sure to find myself back home it may cause me to store the knives Thru my aorta, suicide I don’t glorify Get rich or die tryin, I must slaughter guys To ensure I soar, even though the cost is high Forced to strive, ever since the spoils caught my eye The everlasting darkness outer space gets Equates to the tunnel that I haven’t escaped yet The dimmest glimmer stayed stretched at the apex I feel is out of reach in the days met Repeat Chorus Outro: So Who am I? The I. The K. The P – chillin! What that mean? The Infamous King of Positivity The I. The K. The P – ch-chillin! What that mean? The Infamous King of Prosperity The I. The K. The P – chillin! What that mean? The Infamous King of Positivity The I. The K. The P – ch-chillin! What that mean? The Infamous King of Prosperity

Intro: Nah, you can’t keep the gay man down It’s The Infamous King of Positivity, Possibilities! AND Prosperity HOOK: You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here in this world You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here in this world You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here Pre-Verse: I’m iller than Illinois, pa Or imperialistic villains on penicillin In the valley of the shadows I illuminate To make you ruminate off the rude awakening Then you rejuvenate 1: Out the closet to the booth, boo, who’d have known? They flippin on me cuz they stuck, in utero Fluid prose, lexicon is a nuisance, bro Turning would-bes to wanna-bes and clueless hoes Ya cruising for a bruising in my studio I’m too studious and astute; stupidity’s for losers, bro As in, beneath contempt Try to tempt me? You’ll feel the wrath of my tempestuous streak Flushes of endorphins rush cuz my words hold esteem Making them approach cuz I’m doper than dopeamine You call it sacrilegious and blasphemousness But I’m no nihilistic statistic running through ballistics I hope that isn’t want they think of me I’m thinking you don’t know what you want but you wanna fuck me I’m thinking that you’re on that Child’s Play…Chucky I’m thinking I’ma free ya black-ass, Abe Lincoln HOOK: You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here in this world You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here in this world You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here Pre-Verse: I’m iller than Illinois, pa Or imperialistic villains on penicillin In the valley of the shadows I illuminate To make you ruminate off the rude awakening Then you rejuvenate 2: It’s mind-bending, mind-blowing, and mind-boggling Mind numbing; the tide’s coming, time’s running – Out, so when it’s in your face, just face it Stupid, no make up; open wide and taste it You wasting time with the bragging Stalling with the action, as if you left home without the Magnum So easy, but you let the caveman beat you Whip you with no wires; turned ya teeth blue Hauling off and chopped ya wood, you’re emasculated Call that bitch lumberjack when she gives you your number back Ya talking bout a massive attack I’m talking torrential invasions, heavy inundations Just too cerebral; too much brains If I stop now, you lames would never smarten up Like the bottomless abyss, I’m too hard to touch Even if you had a dick you claim was large enough, UH! Altogether, I avoid being trashy Altogether, do I give a fuck? Nigga ask me! HOOK: You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here in this world You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here in this world You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here You trynna see me in hell Maybe I’m meeting you there Guess what? We’re all here Outro: I’m iller than Illinois, pa Or imperialistic villains on penicillin In the valley of the shadows I illuminate To make you ruminate off the rude awakening Then you rejuvenate You can’t keep the gay man down, nah!

Intro: I guess you thought I was looking in your direction, right? I guess you think he’s eternally damned because of who he decides to love, right? Or maybe you think people like us deserve to be scorned, spit on, abused and maimed Fuck it! I hope your ready for my vengeance BG Intro: (begins during the third line of intro) R U READY? R U READY? R U READY? R U READY? HOOK: I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint And be the nigga that you love to hate My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates Repeat HOOK 1: You wanna play Russian Roulette wit me? I put your groin In the trajectory Then I lick the blade Of the bayonet rifle, as I question your reality And it’s host; mental atrophy You wanna push me to walk the plank of blasphemy With acrid assassins after me, huh But, I got the power to put em in my rhapsody Pushing them over the edge My mastery drastically has to be The factor suffocating you in eternal darkness Because you harness the constant ignorance you taunt with I bring promise in every sonnet I’m spawning The tides - monstrous Witness what I’m launching I honestly see you succumbing to your conscience Your evil is pawn to my strongest contender When times get intensive remember – HOOK: I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint And be the nigga that you love to hate My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates Repeat HOOK 2: I’m taking the direct approach to give you an effective dose You besta know I come off like gremlins with Tourette’s Syndrome I stay abreast of oppressive foes Such as lesser-known heterosexuals at pathetic lows How do I address the droves? I’ll force them to respect the flows By having them sinking down into a genuflecting pose Reciting eclectic oaths; these blessed souls Express progressive goals borne from my reflective prose You don’t wanna test the strength of my testicles My holier-than-thou attitude may upset some ghosts Bringin on twelve of those extraterrestrials That cause ya set to blow, turn ya men to sexless goats For chauvinistic hedonism as the crescent rose And unimpressive boasts Perpetual disgrace brings hornets to ya neck and throat Ha! Better check ya pulse Where could you expect to go? Gotta let em know HOOK: I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint And be the nigga that you love to hate My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates Repeat HOOK R U READY? R U READY? 3: I’m like an anachronism to those that lack the wisdom To separate fact and fiction under vapid visions Don’t this mature shit make you wanna grow up And seek my knowledge like ya trynna unfold my scroll up I don’t like to deviate; I rather just alleviate The grief that seems to chase my feeble state to a weaker place Slaughter the dangerous minds birthing heinous crimes The game’s designed to slay my kind; maintain us unsanctified I’m over what you saw on Brokeback Mountain You are clowning in your town if you keep denouncing My announcements; pound for pound I’m arousing the interest Cuz I’m sick of sitting and lounging All of us can’t be Miss J. Alexander No disrespect; No libel, no slander Never been to jail and I was never molested Best if you contest the issue with my message Blame the one that raped you, not a whole group of people Go read that motherfukker his rights if he sees you If you thinking homosexuals are weak fools Go tell her what you think - Discover if she won’t treat you like an equal Spitting in your face today Finding her graces; engulfing your place in flames Taking it back to the days of Sodom and Gomorrah To admonish the Biblical hexes you spew forward I know what’s more horrid; The stories of hate never reported that the media forfeits exploring HOOK: I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint And be the nigga that you love to hate My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates Repeat HOOK 2x Hook Out: I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint… My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates

Intro: There’s cocaine in the novocaine That’s why I feel no pain Hey, if I haven’t made it clear exactly what my mission is Or which team I’m batting for, for that matter That’s cool Cuz shit like that shouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things But I happen to catch a bit of news That I felt personally affected by And I just wanted to take a few minutes to address it Please, if you could, just listen to exactly what I’m saying to you 1: I’m feeling a wee-bit restless You shouldn’t expect less than hexes coming in excess Some recognize me for my optimism And blowing minds constant with atomic wisdom If I rock the system, I’m the beacon of hope The reason you cope, I’m unique to the scope, huh! I might provoke others with low budgets Being harassed by dope brothers and throat-cutters (right?) So butta, Gotta spread it It gets pathetic when I still see evangelists Rampant in ignorance, this time around I’ll make em drink camel piss Cuz we was nice letting it slide Then one day they went and hit Uganda to wander Spreading virulent virtues, now our peace has squandered When Mr. Scott Lively opened his mouth Why wasn’t I there? I would have been choking him out For poisoning minds on that anti-homosexual rampage They on the verge of passing a mandate To wipe us out Pastor Martin Ssempa running all thru the villages spreading hype about Gay men, we fisting and shitting on each other Using hardcore porn sites as evidence to uncover People’s hidden fears, straight manipulation I hate to debate the religious basis, but it’s plain Look how these people turned out a whole generation HOOK I am no stranger to the pain; I know the strain I’ve grown numb to the pain, novocaine Unbreakable spirits built with so much pride I wish they would come attack me for my homo ties There’s this pushing and pulling and pushing and pulling Why they still wanna push us to the brink of society And they’re and pulling And pushing And pulling And pushing I’m pulling for all pulling the cards of the frauds 2: I speak for all the tough girls and the sensitive boys I put the pen to this as way to make sense of this ploy It’s about the money, ain’t it? You Cot-damn right! U.S. provides aid to a third world in plight This means extremists will infiltrate, painting pictures and training Innocent people to hate, isn’t this equal to rape? How are gays the enemies when we see what’s at stake? All we want is to spread love and peace, but these days So many suffer in silence Among blind eyes and deaf ears, believe it, I’m fighting for that Fighting for people to tighten their facts Sodomy and pederasty don’t equate to homosexuality That’s a fallacy So, stop getting it twisted to what it’s all about You talking apples and oranges; your theory’s in doubt But now Uganda is rendered into a giant witch-hunt To take a gay man’s freedom and sell it back, sick ones Infecting the very fabric of peace at that conference This angst is constant; the impact is beyond them The people are the victims, and there’s no one to vindicate Fathers willing to sentence their daughters in many cases If she’s discovered to be a lesbian The power of religion on an ill-gotten mission If there wasn’t invested interest You bet the mission of these missionaries would not give a shit My devotion is unflinching and that’s the premise HOOK I am no stranger to the pain; I know the strain I’ve grown numb to the pain, novocaine Unbreakable spirits built with so much pride I wish they would come attack me for my homo ties There’s this pushing and pulling and pushing and pulling Why they still wanna push us to the brink of society? And they’re and pulling And pushing And pulling And pushing But I got pull; I’ll pull em straight to the pulpit! They’re pushing and pulling (I’m sayin’) and pushing and pulling Why they still wanna push us to the brink of society? And they’re and pulling And pushing And pulling And pushing I’m pulling no hunches, I run it, take it you want it Breakdown Outro: I hope you caught all that Shout out to MDJ 009 for helping me put this together Shout out to… damn what’s his name again? Oh Yeah! Master Majj, keeping the beats BREATHING, for letting me snatch this effective masterpiece And especially, Ray William Johnson and his video blog For truly making that guy look like the ass that he is Martin Ssempa As far as I’m concerned, he knows exactly where he can stick it And that’s all I have to say about that. And of course, last but not least to you guys listening I can’t thank you enough for giving this one a chance. Thank you for…. Ignoring the Known Protocol. I.K.P.! It’s The Infamous King of Positivity And It’s Done!