YOUR BOY FOR LIFE "Issei Soze" I'm on the run, dodgin' bullets sniper finger trigger pull it, Disencumber full clip, I plummet over the summit and fall a hundred feet into a rugged shrubbery covered in blooded wounds punctured in the stomach, gotta keep on runnin' Cause they comin right behind me for a cemetary fillin dignitary slippin outta focus, military mission I don't think I'm gonna make it by the end of the month Smothered in blood, cover up, outnumbered succumb into the hunter with a gun, yo I'm fuckin' him up Cuttin' him up, outnumbered five hundred to one And I'm the last one alive, so I gotta rebuild a thoroughbred bloodline cause my family was killed And I've been alone for too long on this planet I don't understand it, why the fuck you wanna kill me goddamnit? I bludgeon you with a hatchet like a pomegranate or a carrot blanket up your ashes pack it in a hand basket I'm a motherfuckin bastard and I'm all on my own I don't belong like a bowl of tobacco inside a bong I correspond with myself and created a bond With only myself for as long as I'm alive and gone I bury 'em, perform a requiem inside a pantheon And everyone's allowed to be on board like a carry on As they bare witness to the syllable illness punch of the illest with superhuman sickness and vicious lyrical fitness I rip shit, kick ass when I spit fast Catch whip lash, rip ass into skin rash And this class wit mass is a disk cache Grab milk glass, drink fast, smack a bitch ass And it's on, in the building where they rang the alarm I wouldn't second guess that they probably planted a bomb Everybody move the fuck out! Evacuate the zone! Get on the road, this motherfucker's gonna explode! Where am I? I can't see I can't breathe Am I alive cause I think I survived in a world where these bloodsuckers want me to die Given the chance, I'll make them pay I'll avenge for my family one day Until then, I'ma bandage my wounds Get up and walk the other way Given the chance, I'll make them pay They want me to die and go away But I'm prepared when the evil arrives And they lose everyday I'm alive All of my life I've been deprived Thankful enough to be revived Carry on the name to the grave inside Issei Soze is now alive, let's go!

YOUR BOY FOR LIFE "If I'm Alive" Doors broken wide open, doors close shut Soft spoken words by the ghost tone, paranormal struck Omen in amuck, I communicate in such in touch of spirit, Ouija boards couldn't pick it up The fuse must've been struck, nobody was here a minute ago but the rug in the basement is covered in blood Uh, Blood uh, there's a flood body parts will decompose in a casket when I'm done Ignite candles for light, but candles get blown with the sound of a trombone, in the middle of the night Yo, I stand in the kitchen appalled, my dogs been there for two weeks barking at the same wall Shadows creep tall by the dining room hall I stay awake by the phone when there's crying involved Dinner plates levitate to the ceiling and fall I swore that I saw the furniture move across the floor It's like everywhere I go--go Shadows follow me home, yo, follow me--yo It's like everywhere I go--go Shadows follow me home, yo, follow me--yo It's like everywhere I go--go Shadows follow me home, yo, follow me--yo Yo, the world outside of this prison is a horror It seems like you shackled up the wrong monster, Partner, get it right The light switches flicker on and off all night hear the banging on the pipes If the apparition of a spirit is likely to visit Be submissive in its presence cause it's probably wicked If your timid it will sense it as your body goes frigid And if its livid, you'll be lifted cause it's taking you with it you drifted, like many others who are yet to be discovered if you hear the shutters flutter, you have company for supper Uh uh, feel the coldness of your breath Rigor mortis in the flesh means you're closing in on death I lay in my bed, with two pillows underneath my head I can feel someone pulling on my leg I quickly awake and to my surprise I lay eyes down the hall as a child arrives She stopped at the doorway, a smokey white aura went around her like a toga floating in the hallway The door slammed shut, couldn't hear a single echo So I sat up and said hello and somebody told me let go It's like everywhere I go--go Shadows follow me home, yo, follow me--yo It's like everywhere I go--go Shadows follow me home, yo, follow me--yo It's like everywhere I go--go Shadows follow me home, yo, follow me--yo They breathe ether when they fall into a seizure The Grim Reaper's setting off the K2 Meter Motor Automatism is a symptom if the victim is in whack or out of rhythm from the Old Hag Syndrome The premonition of my automatic writing was ignored They cut the power cord, welcome Zarcanor the white flashing light, radiating bright Illuminating in the night like a floating orb Over thought forms, it's sort of mystic When your shoes disappear and reappear the next minute Tryptic images depicted in a cryptic form are written all across the bedroom wall and the kitchen Separate the fact from the fiction if the bodies are hidden or probably missin, then I never did it But who are we kiddin? We know that the livin dead have risen from eternal prison and are blood driven And I wanna kill I'm the man on top of the hill, possessed by demons, livin a thrill I'm drinkin a pill to make it better, long live the terror, I'll be spittin the real And I'll never make it out if they follow The cemetary is hollow, the graveyard will swallow everything around it that clouded the fog inside of the morgue and took apart the bones where the bodies are mounted I doubt it, I'll never make it alive Gotta survive or I'm taken under tonight She arrives and I take a deep breath Going to sleep 's never felt so closer to death It's like everywhere I go--go Shadows follow me home, yo, follow me--yo It's like everywhere I go--go Shadows follow me home, yo, follow me--yo It's like everywhere I go--go Shadows follow me home, yo, follow me--yo

YOUR BOY FOR LIFE "Purple Nurple" Move it out, Breezy Wider in your town I'm 'bout to shut this motherfucker down, check it Just for the record, thinkin you can out-spit me on the microphone is like tryna outrun a leopard You'll be eating dust or eating rust copper dust when I thrust the microphone bust (crush) Holding down number one like a Washington, Captain Hill son, I'm the man that you trust Suck it up, you fuck it up outta luck fuck up, now I'ma beat your ass knuckle up Sittin' in the front buckle up, sittin' in the back buckle down, sit down and shut the fuck up Listen, there's a lotta information that you're missin And my mission, is pointing out the inquistion of the wicked politicians who are hidden, revisions of the Constitution, disregard what was written from the U.S. to Great Britain, bullshittin Heard about the Central Bank System Heard about the Bohemian Grove tradition Heard about the owl worshippin coalition The world that we live in, is a contradiction and it's driven by a world wide jurisdiction In addition with that said twice, If you suck, stay at home like you got head lice Don't get it twisted like a purple nurple Don't get it twisted like a purple nurple Don't get it twisted like a purple nurple Pretty hurtful on microphone when I'm verbal I've been depressed for such a long, long time Undefined, suicidal-idle state of mind Don't like it, that's fine Won't fight it, what gives? I'ma slit wrists over preexisting lines Pretty taboo, I shampoo my wound scars that are covered up in colorful tattoos Old news, self-abuse I bruise myself with the booze, baby I got the blues So wild, you got no style Cut you in a half so you could see your profile You're not thuggin, Gotta rub in insect repellant on my skin 'cause of you, stop buggin It's a wrap when I'm on the track like a Zig-Zag Step back, suck a pack of Tic-Tacs Killer on the rap track when I kick back and rib crack your whole frame like a Kit-Kat How you gonna tell me that I ain't nice on the mic? Stop lying to yourself cause you lying twice First when you thought about it then when you said it Little retard, put on your helmet (duhh) Prince Punchline on the rhyme, sunshine When it's crunch time catch me on the frontline Cutting on the lunch line if you touch my microphone, I'ma bend your limbs into plus signs Don't get it twisted like a purple nurple Don't get it twisted like a purple nurple Don't get it twisted like a purple nurple Pretty hurtful on microphone when I'm verbal I was stillborn to the bone thrown in the trash cloned science lab zone homegrown Couldn't make it up, I get too fucked up the night before that I have a problem waking up Too depressed, dealin' with the stress under my chest, everyday my hearts beats less In fact I just might stutter on the track B-B-BB-but I'ma bring it back! Don't get it twisted like a purple nurple Don't get it twisted like a purple nurple Don't get it twisted like a purple nurple Pretty hurtful on microphone when I'm verbal

YOUR BOY FOR LIFE "The Scumbag Man" Yo, I'm beyond it, the blonde kid spit hot like an armpit, take a bong hit I pull a king kong hit when the fog sit flip spliffs in the middle cause I be the bomb shit I don't wanna conflict, wanna bond wit' any bitch that I wish, gotta magic wand stick I be on it for a minute, gotta be honest I dig it, let me get a biscuit and a omelette You suck and you'll never get it back even if you wrote the best punchlines on a boomerang I trampoline off the Hoover Dam, bitch-slap Superman, then I land on a moving van I'm the man, I don't gotta prove it Like a virgin, I'm about to lose it Bitch move it, you being stupid I'm about to hit you in the head with a broomstick You better use it, better get to it You bitch about the mess but you never do shit Lady get to it, baby move that ass to the other room like you embarrassed to pass gas in front of your man, I got this rap shit on lock give me a beat, a room and a big bag of pot The color of money doesn't mimic my skin tone but these spanish girls follow wherever the "gringo" Oh, and if you don't know, now you know, you know Wooaahh, move slow, yo Yo it's a tragedy that everybodys mad at me but I ain't even tryna stay frontin' Public enemy number one in air dunks Here the snare drum beat louder then air guns that couldn't spare lungs with inflatable air pumps I keep the ounce sack in the back of the trunk Because the front's been smellin like I'm beddin a skunk In about a month I run through so many blunts that I could build a hut strictly outta dutch master guts Live and uncut, brought to you in part by YOUR BOY FOR LIFE on the mic with an appetite to eat emcees in rap for breakfast, lunch, dinner and maybe if I'm thirsty, a pitcher of blood for a midnight snack Attack your literary hack and flaws I ball and stop your flow like menopause I'ma get it stockin when rockin the metaphorical bombin boxin and dodgin it's shockin let's get it poppin Panties start droppin when I'm up in the joint So you confirm with your girl if you missin the point If not then step off, shorty said you were soft In a loft holdin my nuts slut asked me to cough So I cough to the left and I cough to the right Then she called up her boyfriend and called off the night Then we turned off the light and she offered some tight ass pussy her invite was intriguing if I might Take a dip, butt squeezing, heavy breathing, pussy eating Creaming on the ceiling, screaming had the tempurpedic creeking in the middle of the evening while the family is sleeping she's queefing from pussy beating, stealing her earrings and leaving I'm the motherfucking scumbag man, scheming.

YOUR BOY FOR LIFE "Fountain of Spit" Came up from the bottom to the top, drop back to the bottom flop, I'ma problem like a broken condom, I'ma blossom, awesome The game lost men, I toss them, beat and exhaust them until they give out and bust like undeveloped offspring It cost them a jerk, covered in dirt I merk these motherfuckers for some overtime work, hurts but gets the job done I mob them, you gotta problem for every two rappers I beat, I rob one It's my job son, stack cash I Dunn beat up and Bam these motherfuckers to Knoxville you Jackass I kick ass, if rap underwent a colonoscopy they'd find doodoo and a bunch of eight and a halfs up in that ass, I'm disruptin' the class Interuptin' the mass, fuck it I'll be puffin' on grass Give a fuck who you ask, you're a buncha miserable trash if you're muffin' some ass, you'll be stuffin' up gas So let it go, like your 84 year old grandma's bladder when I flow, without the foul smell and fecal matter So you know, I linger on like a swinger mom And you'll be gone like a bee without its stinger on Hook: So the river flow and the mountain will split, I'll be supplyin the flow with a fountain of spit There will never be a drought, what you talkin' about? By the fountain of spit, spittin, is how I get down Yo, my man Ice called me up last night Said he wasn't feelin alright and he tryna catch a flight to an unknown height, I said aight, got that type kush, blunt or a pipe, ez wider, just gimme the light I got it, I bonded the dutch wrap, it's solid My man Scottie2Hottie is on it like melodic We bomb it like atomic, body spirit is platonic Sonic boom will move the room, lyrical doom the philharmonic groove will shift plate tectonics, somebody got up on it I have never been pneumonic, puffin' chronic got me logic Hydroponic and I'm on it, stop it you a motherfucking cockhead just for thinking that my music is only for profit I'ma drop it on the market like the Wall Street Crash, I chop it Spit out like vomit, smell like ass when I drop shit So quit the jockin' cause you'll never be hard You retard, I get it poppin like I'm snatchin' up a V-Card, we hard! Hook: So the river flow and the mountain will split, I'll be supplyin the flow with a fountain of spit There will never be a drought, what you talkin' about? By the fountain of spit, spittin, is how I get down

YOUR BOY FOR LIFE "1776-2012" Yo, you don't gotta worry about me, worry about yourself And your health, I'm a black belt makin mics melt when I palm it, you dealt with the wrong hand, I promise I'm the hardest hittin artist hotter than a welt in August when I bomb it like atomic from the fountain of spit The mountain will split, I sit and smoke a thousand one spliffs gotta unrelenting wit like Nicolaus Copernicus You could shout and crowd around like undiscovered hieroglyphs Thisss to all the people is a message, Kinda like a presage on the record, yo check it I'm about to get real busy on the mic, and summarize the 12/21/12 hype International fright of the Apocalypse implied world-wide genocide, have you fearing for your life Am I right? Right? There's something you should know 2012's been in effect a while ago Yo, they started uncharted, nobody knows about it Back in the day when the Illuminati started Freemasons were founded and said to enjoy being destructive in a sense just to build and destroy and build new once again kinda like the events of the 9/11 attacks, we will never forget And we all know they invaded and killed for oil they're killing us and killing them, yo let me recoil my lyrics flame broil the entire planet to the soil where I gather up the ashes stash 'em into tin foil Hi my name is David Rockefeller, I'm a faggot With the Bilderberg Group killing off the planet I wanna take this moment just to take complete advantage of all the hard workers as I fuck 'em all with taxes Stock market crashes, war stimulated clashes of the masses fill caskets and the pockets of these bandits You motherfucking Central Bank System fuckin bastards Yo, don't get derailed, I get back on the track with backpack rap attack, who you hollerin at? Now bring it back to the real, I'm talkin bout the politicians in positions efficient unrestricted to steal Yo you gotta give me credit yea you know the deal I'm ballin' in the paint like I was Kevin Durant Notice the emphasis on rant when I say raint Great! You're pretty nifty for a rookie Have a cookie don't act hard like a woody On September 11 1990, it was said by President George Bush senior what lies ahead "a new world order can emerge" and it wound up 11 years later, twin towers went down it was executed by plan but predictable bogus if you focus you could see it if a pothead could notice I only feel a little more hopeless, overdoses of atrocious type ferocious fear as the day approaches 12/21/12 see you in hell or see you in a torture cell if you make it to tell either way farewell to my freedom and fate I can't believe it that +It's Hard to Imagine We're Late+ But who am I to say? We might have a chance If we support one another like the people of France must I ask to advance? We must all take a stance And stop the New World Order right infront of its tracks So where the Mayan calendar predicts the world ends I say the New World Order only transcends It only depends on overall intelligence of the people versus the evil with all the evidence that we got, stop, we should put them on the spot But if we do we run a high risk of getting shot They are few and we're a lot but the power they got would overwhelm the populations biological clock Don't let the media influence you what to think They're the reason we are paranoid and seeking a shrink

YOUR BOY FOR LIFE "Lyrical Arts" Ain't another lyricist on the mic That could rock it like YOUR BOY FOR LIFE, check it.. Microphone assassin, I'll put you to sleep You should call AT&T your talk is cheap You joke, crack me up like baking powder in coke Smoke me, take a toke, probably choke, I'm livin well Move imbeciles out around the block, Rock killer whale smash richter scale, sippin' ginger ale on the rocks double Scotch shot, spitter infidel on the block, black powder trails in my fingernails Man-I-Cure the game of the pathogen Outta one to ten, I'll be averagin' a Hamilton Masterly my apogee could never be reached and naturally you'd be a casualty maneuvering throughout the galaxy The tragedy, inform your family that geographically they'll never find you sadly, but intergalactically you're hoverin in gravity so dont be mad at me Before I shove a battery up in your nasal cavity make your spinal cord crack, neck bone snap to have your face touchin' your spine so you could watch your own back What the fuck is that type of whack shit you kickin? In the kitchen with a mitten spittin microwave flame writtens is what I'm bringin' outer space, brain overweight knowledge base couldn't be supported with a neck brace No matter the location or vocation they praisin' quotations, amputated patients givin' me standing ovations I'm fuckin' amazin', I'll be blazin' up the spot light Stop sign, eyesight, redder than stoplights Bomb site location on the radio station lyrical operations taking place inside a subterranean basement No public relations, no sorta frustration and like a doctor operating on midgets, I got little patients, motherfucker.

YOUR BOY FOR LIFE "On the Boulevard" Wake up to the buzzer, sunshine through the shutter I live to see another morning, battlin' the hunger undercovering the pain and suffering my troubling path to recovering is plummeting under the clutter I can hear my mother cookin' in the kitchen whippin' stacks of flapjacks flippin, I'm about to dig in It's good livin' for a minute while I'm in it I'ma milk it for as long as I could milk it, I'll be chillin' Pop a pill in, Dosulepin for the illin' stabilize my feelings for depression and I'm willin' to kick the funk I been in, I've been feelin' like I'm spillin' out my guts to the entire planet but nobody listens What's the difference? We movin' for the next dollar Whether you a rocker, doctor or you rock a collar with a tie or break your back in labor like my father We grind harder, so don't bother On the boulevard reppin' 119 KG the illest, we representin' Queens In my fitted jeans, got my Met fitted and my Nikes I be wit it, roll it up and hit it (2x) Get wit it, I flip it, hit it, I'ma see ya in a minute grab a slice from Dani's Pizzeria Good idea, I'm chillin' with the crew Breeze through 71st continental for a few To see the ladies pass by, ethnicities of all types Black or white, Hispanic goddamnit whatcha' like We got it all, motherfucker we ball From the Bohemian Hall down to Queens Center Mall My borough is thorough numero uno, solo Sippin' Sapporo, Hurricane, Cobra and 4Loko Chillin' with the hobo on the block, no dolo Lend him a dollar, a cigarette and hot cocoa I got love for everybody in my area And we sharin' ya, spreadin' like malaria No hysteria, whatever you be doin' Make sure you keep it movin', I'ma always be improvin' On the boulevard reppin' 119 KG the illest, we representin' Queens In my fitted jeans, got my Met fitted and my Nikes I be wit it, roll it up and hit it (2x) So happy I'm alive in the town Hold it down, underground king I was never crowned We do another round, forever givin' pounds to my homies that all know me, gotta slow me down Move around the block, like I'm hustlin' Double the coverin', jumpin' in summoning up the devil, raise the treble up a level Put the pedal to the metal 'cause we cruisin' up the Grand Central Go around me, go around who? We the Forest Gang, and we comin' through The Kew Crew, we on the corner yo Better step back with that Eli Porter flow On the boulevard reppin' 119 KG the illest, we representin' Queens In my fitted jeans, got my Met fitted and my Nikes I be wit it, roll it up and hit it (2x)