*Or Nah?*
Say complications make a mess like nobody's business
So I'ma put you in your place girl and God's a whitness
Swear down girl I can make you wet baby and don't forget it
So baby let me hit it, if you rocking with it
I swear I said kill em so lock me up
But instead you're killing me you went and switch it up
I'm embarrassed by the way I came and fell for your pace
Saying let's head to your place and I can beat it up
Am I staying overnight or nah
Shall I turn off the lights or nah
Am I going on top or are we doing it cowgirl
Condom on or nah?
Are you really bout to cum or nah?
Under the covers or the top
With the freaky shit, I'm with it
Now watch just how hit it
You spitted on my cock while you lick me up
Being a bad boy got its perks
We are straight fucking up on porch
Neighbours a preeing let's hit the Porsche
As I go down and lick you up
She said "swear down I'm bout to cum
If you go deeper you'll hit the spot"
So I said "Let me pick you up and let's get started"
You gon' jump up on the mamba girl or nah
Tell me is you ready for a dicking girl or nah
Shall I fuck right through them pants or will you take em off
Take it for a real one, you gonna get it all
Is you really bout your money or nah?

Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Oh nahhhh oh nahhhhh
Would you ride for a n***a or nah?
Would you die for a n***a or nah?
Would you lie to a n***a or nah?
Oh nahhhhh
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Oh nahhhh oh nahhhhh
Would you ride for a n***a or nah?
Would you die for a n***a or nah?
Oh nahhhhh

Buss up on your breasts
Buss up on your face
You're reacting to my salt
O-Na
*Strong Words*
When I pronounce the word future
The first syllable already belongs to the past
When I pronounce the word silence
I destroy it

The name of the brother to blame
It's quite plain, it's not the rain
But a brother who don't claim or aim
To be a preacher or ordained
I have black thoughts, therefore my name's the same
Don't question my ability, in a studio facility
As I utilize my God-given utility
On time, I get behind and push along a rhyme
Of mine, which I design, with wealth of mind
Leave MC's blind with amnesia
Chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar
Think twice before you approach
Get benched by the coach, like eggs you're poached
I wrote murder, so you can say it's Murder He Wrote
You think I'm Hell sent, so you repent to the Pope
Don't walk when the sign says not to
And don't talk when Black Thought's about to
When I say "Maestro" and bro starts to play it
If you got a rhyme in your mind, then don't say it
Save it for the weaker, pack your portable speaker
And utilize the treads on your sneaker
Take your sorry crew back and forget about rappin'
Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened
Cause you might have nightmares of MC's bein' slain
And I'll be to blame when you go insane