"Number 006"

Sinister Sixer like I’m Allen and Irving
The middle, the balance, the equality
No Diablo for a low blow but understand the protocol
That’s how we keep an equilibrium I’m not a fucking know it all
I get depressed because my dough don’t crawl to the mountain of green
Everything I want to cee is manifested and supreme
No promo on some rapper shit
And on some fucking rapper shit you need to sit back like Kaepernick
A fact is this: you lack a twist. Same old shit
Like Wrestling for the Extreme Championship, you get booed off
In the case you win we riot
I’ll spit a rhyme you’ll then be quiet
Jimmy Carter bitch don’t even try it
I’m too hype for silence
Such a vein guy-Got veins in my eyes popping out like a flame died
Hitting wax on my train ride
Sober sections where my pain hides
No licks for that ass; no sex puns either
I’m tryna get a swipe from your Visa…buy my shit
The Empire is all that it takes
To make your subconscious shake rattle and roll
I market in my music I’m a talented soul
Come fuck with me
Still a guy who gives a damn weather you gives a damn
Gold tooth but he is a clam, wow

One take..fuck outta here

B O N D
B O N D
B O N D

"Two Men in Straw Hats"

Too much in my head at once, it’s like a bee attack
I give to poisonous thoughts, even though I cee the facts
To be exact its even wack when I sing and laugh
I’ll come up with some shit to put me in a brief collapse
Be it that my being cracks in a distant course
I allow opaque vibes to center a consistent source of positivity
King know and so do Maxwell
But I still live in a black well of ultra prepared grave sight like deeeee-liberations
Cee past the safe wind
Stationary upon my depressing vacation
Shriek on a roll, no peace ecstasy taking
I leash an extrovered participation
Because the Golden Boy Carter can’t get bent enough to make it
Or fake it
You take it

(The Sun King)
Since you drinking
Imma go ahead and light this
Since you drinking
Imma huh vaporize this

"The Game Is Baccarat"

These paragraphs might tear you in half
These paragraphs might tear you in half
These paragraphs might tear you in half
These paragraphs might tear you in half, come on!

Catch me in the bushes I’m a monster- I need a fat Now Universal Truth
OMG Forgive me Gs
Not satisfied with 50 Gs
Or just any other tits to squeeze
No big booty in nifty jeans can get me schemed
I need a lovely Queen, who is a bitch when mean
But with me on my team
And I’m on her team
Yes its still a dream
Can’t wake up from it
Wished for pussy all my life now I’m stuck wondering
Will I be lonely and trife
Or will I be the man I’m suppose to be and do it right
A real mother fucking G like I’m Eazy E
Cannot yell to pride but I write this on the day Jerry Heller died
I learned a lot from them
The Empire will rise like Easter Island boulders
No coaster or promoter with a poster can hold us
You are all bogus
I’m tripping off White Rhino on Bogart Road eating Frozen Yogurt
I fart better raps than you bitch boys
We make music you switch noise and make a shit poised
With your lips on your homeboy groin
Not a clique that I’m trying to join
So take the 28 and hold 11
I’m getting high in the Casino, blowing that Recon bout to roll me a Seven

And I only pop cough drops…

Maybe an Altoid once in a while, but for the most part, man I only pop cough drops