This the intro—allow me to introduce Baby Bobby smooth as chocolate mousse I’m in the corner sippin’ gin & green chartreuse If you dig the rhythm go ahead & get with the grooves This the intro—I get that musically We ain’t everybody’s cup of tea But if you like what you taste then drink it deep Go and hit replay cause refills is free This the intro—& we just getting going It’s early morning on the thing we growing Ain’t No shade on the vibes we throwing Positivity from here to the closing This the intro—need I say more? Jay & Baby be the killer combo Stay tuned no acts to follow It’s us just & we gon’ put on a show You getting good? Or did the good get you? If you don’t know now, better find out soon How can you know love, if you don’t love you? You getting good? Better find out soon Need to trade you greys, for a case of the blue At the end of the day, what is left is you You getting good? Or did the good get you? Everything that you acquired been collecting too Did you have yourself in mind when you in your youth You getting good? Do you love you? Let me tell ya bit about my truth How my days went from grey to blue I been vacillating caught between the bloat and the glow up Life is alternating steady feeling higher & lower Find it nauseating like I been commissioned to throw up Whatever’s on my rotten mind Never deviating from my ambition to blow up When I’m inebriated; my inhibitions is lower hesitating worryin’ bout when they gonna show up Never know when they arrive My depression got a chokehold and it force me to sober I been questioning the life I chose the one of the loner Find it nauseating like I been commissioned to throw up Whatever’s on my rotten mind Some progression and some progress and the sadness moved over Been obsessing with the change but the change come slower hesitating worryin’ bout when they gonna show up Never know when they arrive; they just get here on time Those my rhymes [freestyle]

Top-fermented; Raw & I’m reckless I jump the fences, straight to your mentions—brand new necklace Sorry you leaving; You got me beaming You’re what i need and I need it right now like i need it this evening Look at me now; Step in my spring All the way wrong, Hardaway long—Know what I mean I am like Brad; I am like Brad I am like Brad; I am like Brad, uh I am like Brad & I’m bread; Treading the med like the shepherd to bed Shedding the thread, spreading the leg; Begging I’m begging I’m begging to beg Checking my blessings I leave ‘em in coach; Don’t mean to boast; Let’s raise a toast Here’s to the most—Here’s to the here’s to the most, uh Sorry when I get like this; Just gave the ganja a kiss I reminisce—Too much of life I have missed, uh Putting my toes up; Crackin’ a gose Living the life, living the lie I think I’m supposed to I am like Chad; I am like Chad This here is classified shit; I do not know to justify this I am like Mills; In it for thrills Open the box, what is the deal—Sea salt it spills Rain on the corner of eye; smoke on the border of high Croak on the Fourth of July; mind is the mourner of life Top-fermented; Raw & I’m reckless I jump the fences, straight to your mentions—brand new necklace I am like Brad; she's Angelina I am like Brad: no one to lean on. Baby that Bobby provided the beat I’m trapping they napping I’m tapping my feet Now that he live in the town of the beans He staying up late cause you know he don’t sleep Too many others got flow on repeat Too many others got flow like some sheep They from the hood like like they Lil’ Bo Peep They think they dope but they do not know me I am that homie that rap when it snowy I tell them all blow me my coffee ain’t foamy Matter of fact—I drink it black Fuck outta here with your sugar & cream Fuck outta here with your woofer & gleam My car’s affordable, girl is adorable Flow is deplorable, plus its recordable Facts all supportable, plus I’m so portable You could just put me in pockets Like Jesus I’m gon make a prophet My sales is gonna skyrocket I am in flight; feeling alright Y’all just uptight; y’all act upset I am like Brad spending weeks in Tibet I am like Brad when I bed Angelina Flow is so cold I gave them emphysema Flow is so bomb that it called Hiroshima Vowels & consonants from Iwo Jima Order the pizza but hold the sardines Ride in a boat; made out of beechwood Star of the show; surname is Eastwood I just be doing whatever feels good Play like I always win lotto That’s why I got a new motto Living my life like I think I’m supposed to Putting my toes up, drinking a gose

Yo this that Disco Frank Sinatra, I been sipping on Madonna I could get it how I wanna if I wanna I don’t wanna Facebook scrolling through some trauma; steady trolling causing drama I been Creepin’ on ah Come Up; hate them Mondys love lasagna Cooking pasta do it proper—al dente to the teeth Flow Fuente—woe is me; diet plenty poetry Arrivederci to my twenties, run from Jenny, run on empty I been skiing hitting bunnies, is they your words? You look dummies. I can see your puppet strings, I know what them ashes brings Treat the dead ones like they kings; live ones slanging onion rings This for Saratoga Springs; this for Sarasota Rings Down under burning check the climate 2020 is a crisis Think you need to check your eyes-es, think you need to call the doctor This ain’t awkward, this is knowledge; I’m a scholar I teach college And I done learned a couple things About what my privilege brings Am I misappropriating? Life is incapacitating. This shit disorientating. What’s your military rating? Kill a hundred no one notice, kill one man it’s met with protest I’ve been silent this I confess, but I got a rage in my chest I just don’t know how to say it, some folks take a gun and spray it Some folks need to start a garden, buy one get one that’s a bargain We take action; they distraction. Spend your money here & here I need y’all to hear me clear—they wanna rule with fear But I’m that disco Frank Sinatra, I been sipping on Madonna I could get it how I wanna, if I wanna —— Facebook scrolling through some trauma, think it’s time to call my momma Tell my poppa that I love him, that I’m always thinking of him And I know his dad’s at peace, times is hard: he was police But the zebra changed its spots. Is they army, is they cops? White folks sending prayers & thoughts; take a knee 8:46 But for them this never stops—we don’t know what struggle is Take our profiles paint it black. Gave ourselves a pat on the back. Saying sorry for what we did in the past. Never sorry for what still haps. Say it “ain’t our fault, we ain’t the oppressor.” Complacency is our transgression Put a band-aid on it and make it all better. We could fix it all by pulling this lever. But the system’s broke—ain’t that clever. Weather the storm, but we can’t weather the weather. So we just circle dead black bodies like vultures. Do we love black people? Or just love black culture?

—I can’t believe Some people be thinking I’m naïve They don’t know that the world you perceive Is the same world that you can achieve I choose to see the good in you, choose to see the good in me I been thinking that it true—that this life is poetry I was reading on the news: Happiness is what we choose I been thinking about you, wonder what it is you do When you get knocked down do you get back up? Or do you just stay down, say it’s just my luck I don’t know if, you would ever go with a fella like I (a fella like I) But—I would spend some time on you, I know I’m not your type, you said that that was true Got no flat abs don’t pick up tabs you said that that was cool You like my tats when we sat, sat by natural waters pool Ain’t nobody gonna live your life but you —That’s my advice You could take it or leave it, this ain’t no Trick Dice So long as I got the present, I choose to act nice And I’mma act right since I was raised right Thanks to my momma man it been that way my whole life I can’t believe that our lives have been scripted I’m realistic, optimistic, aphoristic, simplistic I know I come from a limited place You should want what you have not the other way May be young may be dumb but I choose to say I think today is my favorite day If it ain’t you, it ain’t you; If that ain’t true, I ain’t, too If I cain’t do, that can-do; I’ll come back, be brand new Put everyone below you; I like when I’m below you I like when you below me; I like when you blow me Love when we get no sleep; I swear this hill is so steep It’s autumn out but no leaves; I hope I don’t get cold feet Maybe I’m just naïve; this life is what we conceive & that’s what I believe & that is what I believe Like hey—how you gon’ see the world with rose-colored glasses I thought you lost your job, man they took away your classes Cali is on fire and it steady raining ashes Protests in the streets and we living on an axis With Presidential tweets & there ain’t no sign of peace We living with disease ain’t nothing is for free I’m yelling out qui vive & they call the boy naïve but the world that I perceive is the one I can achieve A couple long nights a couple spent sleeping in I like it best when you how my morning begins Don’t believe me go ask my deepest of friend I choose to live my life like a storybook end

Hey—slicing through the layer cake Hard sound of the fork crashing on the plate Hey—plus you know I feel the ache Open up; dive in; tryna swim the lake Hey—pop the cork on the Malbec I been saving up; tryna cash the check Wait—let me get at the tapedeck Wanna show you some; slow it up; you breakneck Hey—I can see you be worrying Low sky looking greyer than that Dorian You ain’t gotta fret it; you my heroine Tell em all forget it; you what I’m buried in Hey—sun is smiling on your lips When I close my eyes; lost in your eclipse Hey—I just wanna grab your hips Ad-libbing body language; we don’t need scripts Hey—love the way you hard-n-soft Secret of your sauce; tryna show you off Babe—you a mover and shaker You got me grooving and quaking I’m feeling all types of ways and then then Wait—I think we should take a break Got me twisted it's different from all my normal days You got me lifted, I’m feeling my ceiling, find it revealing I’m dreaming, speaking forever, never say the phrase [love?]—shit is hella scaring me Steady falling in; vertigo; no sleep Uh—shit is feeling real to me Got me basking in; afterglow; your sweet Hey—tryna tell you how I feel Been eating salmon and peaches I like the mouthfeel I could sun on your beaches its how them clouds feel I could reach in your breeches and show you I’m real Hey—I just wanna show you off Show you off; I just wanna show you off Hey—I just wanna show you off Show you off; I just wanna show you off Hey—

Took a little walk in the park yesterday Then I looked up felt the sun on my face I prefer blue over grey Took a little drive in the morning monsoon Smoked a couple cigs and kicked up the tunes I prefer grey over blue Took a little nap in the morning monsoon When I woke up it was sunny eighty-two I prefer grey over blue Took a little walk in the park yesterday Then I looked up felt rain on my face I prefer blue over grey

[freestyle]

Winter. Spring. Summer. Autumn. Flowers. Bloom. Die. Blossom. Four seasons fill the measure of the year There are four seasons in the mind of man Born unheeded when the mental is clear Soaking up knowledge while it’s spring it’s spring Summer settles in starry eyes Brood In the Mood like Wong Kar-Wai Fragile heart to the brim with that love Crumbles apart with the minutest shove Then the soul hits autumn & he can’t be bothered pass by unheeded as a threshold brook The beauty & pain that his life has fathered, the trials & the errors that it took Doubt in the God who claim he offered, can’t life live hiding ’hind words in a book Wool over eyes, being led to the slaughter—like time is the chef & you ’bout to get cooked Winter snows on his features (man is getting grey) Envious of springtime creatures (and of those who play) Cheering on from sideline bleachers (saying “remember the days!”) Wilt. Wilt. Muscles is weaker (wilt. Wilt. Muscles is weaker). I reach out to God hope my message is heard If I’m reborn let it be as a bird I do not know how to live without wings Materialistic I know that of me

Kick boom snare. Onomatopoeia Smoke in-the air Old white men—be the real villain Nas done said—this shit written Can in hand—drinking blue ribbon P.B.R.—Dennis Hopper livin Horny as hell just like Frank Booth Hood of the car, fucking what moves Swaggy like P, velvet is blue Turn to the crowd, my shit go through That’s just some embarrassing arrogance terrible parenting smells like asparagus how could he stand it then D-Lo been tattling, shot is still rattling all the way round on the rim Oops it didn’t go in Allow me to reintroduce, I got tattoos, I been improved Y’all just be looking confused, ego’s is bruised, like I been rude I did what I did what I do, did it to you, what you gon’ do? Crying out boo-boo boohoo, doesn’t behoove, I’m just amused Man I be laughing you gas me Looking this fine cause I’m classy Smoking a ‘gar you don’t pass me Tryna get both eyes as glassy Like Wonka in that elevator Original; y’all imitators I’m sideways & slantways & longways & backways This Friday was payday y’all bastards in bad ways Kick boom snare. Onomatopoeia Smoke in-the air. Now I can’t see ya.

Is there power in money or is there money in power? Live in ceiling fan minutes, getting bored by the hour I used to seek out the art, that was the stuff I devour Then I stopped smoking pot, now I been lost in my thoughts I just been riding the porch, cause I won’t carry a torch I’d probably die for the cause, I should’ve been something smarter I been in love with the martyr, canary yellow the miner Then the bury the fellow, with purple satin the liner Trouble sat in the road, he never did what he told He said “I’ll never grow old” & so he never grew old ——I guess that’s just how it go ——life ebb & it flow Anywho—got some things that need be said I’m tryna live out the thoughts in my dreamy head If my words are untrue than bleed me red Rather have some regrets than to see me dead I know I lack what things make you say, “wow” If I’m a loser can I lose you now? I prefer the ones who chose to stick around Despite my empty sounds, faithful frowns, paper crowns Is there money in power or is there power in money? I been wondering the same shit since Doug Funny Now, I got time to kill—I don’t work on the Mondy Just been working on myself, I done been through hell Now I care on my health, try not to think on my wealth Cause the bank account been fine I tell the teller farewell Finances used to make me feel vulnerable Now I’m working three jobs living comfortable That’s right I write, I serve, I teach—got my own spot, ain’t a reach I’m like Leo on the Beach, I done found my paradise In a pair of brown eyes, hair tied, with thick thighs Til I’s red-eyed, downsized, & suicidal - - But if there’s one thing that I figured out, life is just a paper route They try to keep you tapered down, don yourself a paper crown There’s a lot that we can’t control, that’s how it goes Don’t stop better stay afloat, we know, we know

I got the thing that gonna like Don’t act like you’re putting up a fight You know you wanna be here by my side I—I need you here, right here come inside Glad you never met the old me The way too fucking bold me The one that would walk up to you, tell you his side of the truth Expect your acceptance without giving proof, what a lame goose But then one day—I looked at the noose & I tell you, I swear what I saw was the truth I see it sequential, this life existential I find it releasing no stress on my mental Accepting of nothing, but I don’t mean nothing I think what I mean is the absence of all things I see this whole world as bundles of small things Who get with a girl & then they make offspring You work nine to five, just to be sure you’re alive When your day comes, how will you know it arrived? You didn’t found God—He found you I think that’s cool, I think that’s cool, I think that’s cruel I didn’t grow up with god—Yeah, I said it Stories in His book real odd—Yeah, I read it; Yeah, I read it—I couldn’t put it down Jesus ain’t king—but they made him a paper crown, uh & I’m just a man with a maple frown, uh I’m gonna make a statement now Religion ain’t no safe haven—wow Better find your way all on your own, Gon’ need a family, gon’ need a home People often ask me—they say, where you going? To them I say somewhere, somewhere Man, I’m headed off somewhere, somewhere I don’t need God in my life; I just need support in my life; I just need love in my life; I just need friends that gonna care for me, always be there for me, hold down a stare for me, help me meet ends Jive with my flow, not call me bro, be accepting & open to all This gin is so peppery, salt coriander me, Help me to let it be Help me feel feathery, help me to better me, Help me with brevity I don’t need prayer in my life, I just need air in my life I just need water, gimme shelter, I just need light & some of that, some of that herb, hope that it’s purp, right after work I’m finna go get it, it’s what I deserve, get what I’ve earned, have what is rightfully mine let it burn, have what is rightfully mine let it burn have what is rightfully mine let it burn, learn everything I could possibly learn I don’t need faith in my life I just need a good place in my life That I can go to when I’m too low to Ask for you to roll through, ‘cause I need to hold you I just need you by my side, I just need you by my side I just need you by my side, I just need you By you I mean family, you I mean friend I didn’t grow up with God—oh I said.