Guess whose back, black jack with massive hand Aint a soul wont fold to my, master plan At this rap shit no longer passive fam Back spittin track written so so bad again. Still insane, aint shit changed but the topics Sayin I’m all about punches… is nonsense, Wasn’t payin attention in ol’ days I’m off it Seeing is believing what u explain to your optics? It’s a new game I’m still spittin the same So who they to say I aint fittin the frame Theres two ways to get in a list with the fame Spit dope and make kids listen and change, Or be in for the money where every syllable lame And be on TV and be critic acclaimed. Now aint it, such a twisted picture we painted All this publicity shit we sicken our brains wit. The passion burns til the wick, it is tainted And the light that was your flickerin flame dims. See people preach change but no one ever does So you join the group that you were separate from. Through for writing I grew an incredible lust The politics one thing that I never could trust. No matter what I say I wont succumb to change Fuck the fame enjoy my, numbered days. Scream til my lungs are strained ill run this game Brainstorm thunder blood pumpin veins, With this tape I hope to resuscitate Just come to say… nothings changed.

I think its known that I run this place, why do I lust their praise? Thinkin punches a luxury, like you can keep up this pace. They, see me starvin. Become this target Leading marches to see me startin preaching the hardships. But regardless, I’m breathing arsenic Beating legions of emcees I’m deemed to spar with. But see we off it, they show us nonsense We keep going exploding and haven’t stopped yet. Running circles around them wasn’t to mock vets We’ve been aiming to making this place our oval office. Both of these components like and oiled machine Like a snake stay coiled ‘til we spoil their regime. Your right, act like we toyin ‘til we freak Scorch with the heat and their blood boils at the scene. We, make a living from what we takin to these streets Pages and these sheets turn to a raping of this beat. Beast, ancient legends fading into speech Reach the gates of heaven we clip angels of their wings. Take over controllin parading with my team Catch the titan Poseidon sailing in his stream. Set these muts through the maze that I made so keen ‘til they see, its better just to stay on leash. I find it, funny you need be reminded I’ve constructed verses used to reverse the tides with. I’m a tyrant… you think I’m tryin? I don’t think to win, I just do it absent minded. While you chasin the fame, we remainin silent Cause flowin is deeply encoded in my spine kid. Keep sayin our name to provoke us to violence We got our piece of the pie no matter how you slice it. Slaying in ways release the rage in my viens. I hope your bullet holes become mouths to praise our game.

Little Jackson by the bay side, made it his nest Sunrise be his playtime when the day is still fresh Leaves decorate the gate and many graves of his pets Reminded of all the times that he laid them to rest. Spots an old oak in the yard through the clear Went back to his house when it sparks an idea... Grabbed his paint brush, and ran back so eagerly Thumbtacks and streamers be covering the scenery, Started at the base in which he scribbled "mom" Smiled at the simplicity and the he continued on. On the opposite side, decay, and no plants did grow So it’s only right that's where his Ant should go. Jack stopped for a minute and put his head down In memory of her, kinda glad she dead now. All those nights he was babysat, had it to the brink Being beaten thinking maybe that, she had too much to drink. Hook 2x We sit back and say, let life come to me Till its too late and were all, just cutting trees He started climbing to the top no longer afraid Got to his place and let the brush drop in the paint. No branch he spelled "daddy" he tried to paint air Thought it was fitting since his daddy ain't there. But all the drops did was fall to the grass Lost in the dirt, but it’s all in the past He climbs higher and higher ‘til he reached the top These shriveled sticks he labeled "grammie and pops." The highest on the tree and in his highest regards But time isn't free and they're with the highest, his god. Thinking bout the sleepovers, stories, and life lessons Now their lives ended he still tries to forget them. He looks down at the base, moms all he has now He is happy with his work as he climbs back down. Grabs his supplies, hands dabs at his eyes Walks away from his tree with passing good-byes. Hook 2x We sit back and say, let life come to me Till its too late and were all, just cutting trees ~A decade later~ he wakes up alone in his bed to the answering machine, it talks and it says… “Jackson your moms had a lot of damages She had a stroke and man her heart couldn’t handle it.” He drops on the floor, after hearing she didn't make it Heart has been torn, cant sit still from the shaken. No matter what pill he's been taken It’s a faulty plug to fill what's been vacant. Hops in his truck swerving through traffic The fact that he made it, is basically magic. Passes all the places that he knew in his past Destined to go back in to his usual tracks. He got to the tree all covered with vines, And took an axe where the word "mother" resigned. Cut it to pieces in the river, tossed em on the bed Then on the stump painted "me" cause that's all I have left.

So maybe they laughed, maybe they are not ready Flow sickenin art deadly, start then drop heavy. Rock steady never stop, wait ‘til this pencil pop Lead’ll rot, blood vessels clot do not test me! Put in too much work, to just settle and quit Dug up too much dirt to say I never exist, It’s that penmanship, with that extra twist With flows like this its like my pen mans ships. But what good is it to be in a league or your own When you feel like a ghost just speaking alone, I mean, my now passion got me out-casted Wasn’t something I’d outgrow, I outlasted I know I, seem like a dumb ass kid For following my dreams, opinions no ones askin. I’ve tried to mend myself, but this time I’m cold And nothing but my thoughts, down this winding road. Is it a curse or a gift? If these words are my trick All I do is reverse what you spit its murder so quick, But if a wordsmith works with these vicious lies It fits for those same lines for him to be smitten by. I’ve said it, aint about money pride or the fame Ill try to rise with my name ill die in this game. But whats left to rap for, should I still stop? Write a new track… for every pill popped? So scared if I take a chance I will flop That if I did take a hit it’d prolly be a kill shot. Its take a whole Night to figure my style out Do I do punches and just go wildin out? Do I try hardships or just jar shit, Spar with targets stomped by bars sick? This album is a one night diary, my time alone One mans journey… down this winding road.

Ducking moves I could further see wouldn’t service me If shit wasn’t earning me hurriedly, then where’s the urgency? You get on the Mic try hurting me the fire it lurks in me Writing words I see in my minds eye it’s my wired circuitry. But the perks of the perks, inside I’m feeling like I’m Hercules But they have their version and I’m viewed as a circus freak, Is it only me? My goal to be known through this poetry But this shit aint working how I figured it’s supposed to be. Supposedly, it was told to me if I learned to control the beat Flow with ease then hopefully they would notice me. Through the carnage I fought, they dropped in barrage Giving myself props for every obstacle I dodged But all of it a mirage, shadow boxing through the fog Tongue in the bottom of a hallow bottle till its gone, Actin like I faced a common trauma but its not Thinking on this rap shit, I’ve had it, and probably nodding off. Hook Aint a time in my life, where I aint had a different thought It all compiles tonight, can’t believe I am still in shock. I’ve been built up, then replaced for a different spot So I hope you have fun I’m just another building block. This track is sort of a last resort life’s on fast forward Not a black sheep I’m a black Porsche on a crash course, Who the fuck do I even rap for? People saying I’m a cynic Sorry but life’s a gimmick since the second I’ve been in it Mic contender nah nightly bender tell me how I can win it Even though I’ve tried the limits I’ll still strive to finish, I know the ledge why risk it like I’m a start jumping And go over edge, theres no risk when you far from it. Zero danger but when you close your heart, stomach Feel like they coming apart like you took that hard plummet. My scars something’ I don’t brag nor do I boast about My apologies I aint been open how, bout I post em now? Though I don’t have true sorrows I’m not a poster child But wont talk about a broken house won’t even go that route. Never wanted to conform that’s something y’all can do Headed down my own path didn’t look back, never wanted to. Hook Aint a time in my life, where I aint had a different thought It all compiles tonight, can’t believe I am still in shock. I’ve been built up, then replaced for a different spot So I hope you have fun I’m just another building block

No matter if your Mobb Deep my squad deeper Cause Ether leaving all peeps soft like Salt Peter. Boss eating their raw meat fuck ya false heaters Like what you call Dub Step, I call seizures. The violence I left, make y’all believers Beat your fucking dick off aint no fucking pause either. Y’all eager to see the style of Mr. Limitless Only problem I don’t know where my fuckin limit is, They say the limit is, when the limb ends But my go-go gadget reach the shit just extends. With every line like its Pinocchio’s dick Float by em when I’m ridin its Tokyo Drift. Homies bones split, I elevate change You got a featherweight frame in a heavyweight game Roll with the punches, escalate pain Forget my first track, cause everythings changed.