Nothin nice, clutch pen and tell her in a world fulla’ Hellen Kellers Getting robbed at their auto-tellers Steada’ developin’ there senses settled Settlers in a chair now, fences, respirators AC’s, I’m hooked on my machines, so f*cka’ windy breeze we breathin sick laws feelin’ brick walls with clever skin camera catchin every single one of our pitfalls compliance in city halls and their pretty malls with the water falls I’m tryin to click pause Pry at least a coupla these sharp thick claws from my wide eye balls But its hard, ‘cause they’re in there pretty deep, man its hard! like shards of billboard lard Marketing my targets carpet bombin, we get stuffed while still starving born a media’s darling see ‘em tattooing race-car graphics onto agent Starling, after Mother’s arms split nothing sacred when they ruinin’ the soil for that dirty farm shit wish I could tune it out, like MTA’s an’ stank armpits, But ignorin’ the onslaught they got is like walkin’ across La Brea Tar Pits It just aint gon’ happen

Reminders are scattered everywhere, ladders for every pair of hands that ever cared and that’s rare about their placement The day you realized you could change it Rearrange shit , on some ol’ control your fate shit, Bein’ lazy ain’t shit, most kids Still want the muscles quick just know the main ingredient is patience when you weight-lift, determination? Well maybe a pinch… first caught the glimpse with the goals you wanted to race to get, but you forget the cause of smiles… dope! a natural facelift Fuel for pump 6! Flooded, plus an engine… felt the rush when energy used a dominos effect, now i know whatever weather befalls my trek These rods’ll connect to pup my dome-tent, quick, if it’s needed get the kit to snap fit together with this glue, that I bleeded… and when it finally fin completed… hang the project in the proper place where the right people see it, a glowin’ ornament on a tree my dad seeded roughly 9 moons later my mom freed it! to read to it… and see to it that the terracotta pot got larger when it needed believe that all roots fed will grow! and now I cast my own shadows and grabbed those reins to make like all my bad habits had froze.. even tho I know a couple still trouble this troubadour’ll keep troopin stop being such a lazy bitch, keep troopin’ like a broken record broke salesman being forced door to door Tron-Scan with a hand-to-hand… feelin’ grand ‘cause at least I tried to take a stand for what I was believing in! side effect: express my love for what I breathin in…. enjoy those moments: trains of thought turned sharp corners spark flint for candle-stick wicks melt down the Bic right above my head or a light bulb dead lightin’ up! (if that’s easier to get) follow intuition, like I’m into wishin’ and then makin’ that happen! some f*ck it up, follow faulty paths into cul-de-sacs that gets them stuck, that cyclical rut, feelin’ just like sick a runt, aww, don’t always get exactly what you want don’t really even know what want when when all you wanna do is hit the haze and then the hay, eat from tray, money to barter and trade simple life: like let’s just let the days blend until the end of this life drain pass away… pass it on: passion passed away too! life socked you in the stomach and the wind blew straight outta’ you careful man, you’ll wish you had it back at age 62. like you turned the clock back to 1962… magically got back the spirit of a younger dude, Lebowsky! the Big Trick is never to lose it! move it or lose it, nurture it feed it, groom renew it any dragon slew it! Follow through with it like you knew it, soul search, display case for what you find, and stay true to it! (or not, maybe you can lie, but the first person trickable is usually you guy... or gal, don’t lie don’t lie

Avid & Nat on a track got science down to rat-a-tat Insurgents emergin’ out our cultural habitat imagine that! lovin’ where i live and express it in a rap! Silver Lake is the place where I hang up my hat Right smack dab in the center of some angels… Eastside where the beast glide full stride, Rampart making us all abide I feast my eyes on murals, down to earth girls and pretty sights District 13, got me feeling alright Living life, Los Angeles realities sirens cross fading with LA River ramblings flattening the fallacies like elephants with gravity we managing to bring it, delivering no damaging so many folks to meet, diverse and I’m glad walking these streets like reaching a hand into a human grab bag yo, crash at my pad if you’re in the neighborhood I’m letting bygones be bygones, so it’s all good Nathan Nice’s Verse the Lake has always been Silver an’ fenced in an’ I probably shouldn’t mention times I slid under to get in a Hillside Federation for progression glad to be stranded on this little island, you can spy it from the peak of Griffith, even on a smoggy day green jewel in a sea of grey gets me lifted like paint, sprayed in creative ways yeah there’s some walls around my way usually close to the freeway two, the five, the one oh one triangulate, my position my hood’s united nations of kitchens, so much bomb grubbin its ridiculous.. area’s are trashy to meticulous, look at this... we on some city of the future shit! minus the computer the chip… and I’ll commute her quick, scenic en mi bicicleta, have you met the… fruit slangers on the curb? or the Architecture: beautiful, earthquake-ready? word. don’t disturb this treasure. angel wing got one silver feather now Avid D’s Verse from what once was the local liquor spot to a trendy, overpriced, Melrose type clothing shop or the pet store where the owner got shot now there’s a baby boutique, more bang for your buck i’ve seen so many hillsides where I used to play go-away the only thing that seems the same is that I’ve stayed what about the kids that lived on my street? gone… evaporated like the rain never to hear my sweet songs even most the gangs that banged from back in the day dried up, disappeared I guess no one left to claim (watch yourself) from the freeway intersections of the 2 and the 5 across the hills and down the street to Marshall High Silver Lake and Sunset, East to Echo Park this is the area where I leave marks after dark stark contrast to what I remember ‘bout the past the way it was growing up and still I had a blast... Avid & Nat on a track got science down to rat-a-tat insurgents emergin’ out our cultural habitat imagine that! lovin’ where i live and express it in a rap! Silver Lake is the place where I hang up my hat this old concrete stays cracked, and many sidewalks stop near a freeways end, blinded by the reflection of the sun as it sets off of downtowns towers. Open mics, antiques, smog and street side gardens full of flowers passing hours like minutes when it’s amongst crew at the Lion, pints finished, head to the house at 2 the new bohemia feeling out the 21st century it’s a fact we gotta welcome mat and do this independently so many folks to meet, diverse and I’m glad walking these streets like reaching a hand into a human grab bag yo, crash at my pad if you’re up in the neighborhood I’m letting bygones be bygones, so it’s all good.

NN: On the last day I’d spray paint my name on the top of every sky scrape a Huge simple typeface! Every food I might taste, and every clown’d get a pie face! live and die, cages open I’d see rhinos crushin’ cars up on the highway I’d be throwin’ hand grenades into all the plushest offices of these pompous novices Responsible for f*ckin it up for the rest of the populous! Call up every miss I ever missed my chance with… Tax em all till my body dry, jizzmless with the carnal bliss then give ‘em this verse right up off the top of: Ain’t no Karma, ain’t no Dogma or thought of after life a consequence to stop ya’ nada. I swear this city’d be Grand Theft Auto without the pause, but I’d be serene, in the center of a dream… Not no care for where, when its all here! kna’mean? Give a homie a hug an one last sesh (smoke) appreciate one last breath (choke) tears come like torrent now lotta’ not-so‑important-nows but how would you do different? with your last twenty-four spent? NOZAMA: Interesting enough, I awoke in a rush Didn’t even hit the snooze To important to abuse There was no time to lose So much to do! Had to make moves on the last day given Discontinuance of the life that’s livin' Evil will replace forgivin' sinnin’ early in the morning Just before the sun in the sky had begun I would pay a short visit to the father of my son He was so fulla’ words, but I didn’t have none, Crying so many tears with his mouth on my gun So sorry, can’t stay long, gotta run Fired two shots, an' the job’s well done Heard about the cops getting stabbed in the prison Incarcerated inmates gainin' independence Everyone expressing their revenge with a vengeance Hear the cries of women gettin' raped by the dozens Finally told your wife you were fuckin' wit' her cousin Whatchya' gonna do with the money you were savin'? knowing future days are no longer waitin' Some would be at peace, no more reason for debating over green paper takin up space, when its worth much less in the short time left, eliminating right or correct, running red lights writing bad-checks, calls, no collects, cause, no effect staring at my three year old waiting on his lunch silver dollar pancakes Vicoden punch, twenty minutes later fainted on the couch now its time for me crack, coke an' ecstasy methamphetamine injected heavily in my body steadily heroin within, and the deadly end is done What goes around went around, and now its gone.

People walkin’ on this earth like they ain’t got the time Crushed up the seeds in their rush for the rind Eyes locked on watches wondering where it all went Can’t remember how most of their lives were spent Your spine is getting heavy from the weight of their serpents And you cant circumvent if you think its permanent! We call time precious but then waste it, all indignant Every once in a … it hit me that, for every time an Indiglow’s face got lit there’s a man who reached his limit, but never hit his bulls eye’s pullin’ wide! One too many compromise comprise the camel backs of so many lives clouds ain’t covered in type, but the label still read “rise” with out cutting ties to natures blanket. I never knew man’s purpose was so ancient in this digital basin. Especially with a trillion alarm clocks just blazin’ in my ear on the night-stands of our deathbeds make it that much harder to trace it, Especially when memory feels like it was made with us to savor the erasin’ in mind. forgot the work it takes to really grow. and seeds don’t cause a vase to split, unless grown with patience. but every time that bass hits, time splits and I feel anxious to fill the spaciousness, with this makeshift life that I live! It’s hard as f*ck to view from the side, an swing on one long string of events always getting’ all frayed at the ends and trying to single outta’ strand is usually when they tend to blend back in. half blind, he fine. These symbols swim in an out of his energy, like the twisted nest of wires behind my equipment. Ever mindful of the message that they send, refers to the last two lines, but time and time and time again, people focus on the rocks and not on the gems! people don’t recognize this time that they in, they let it all fly right let it all fly right fly right by by by fly right by them Fly right. I’m in awe of this time we in, this strange history of man this post-modern swirly sunburn jelly jam, diggin’ a pyramid that’s buried in the sand juxtapose that with a cloud-scraper banker paper rapin’ the land, entrapped you, wrapped you up in a clock… instead of your true time span Walkin on this earth like they ain’t got the time Crushed up the seeds in their rush for the rind… Eyes locked on watches wondering where it all went Cant remember how most of their lives were spent Your spine is getting heavy from the weight of their serpent And You cant circumvent if you think its permanent Unlearn … Unlearn … Unlearn … that … shit ...wish: we could all bust that satellite dish wide open stop this runnin’ man we doin’ to cope with the fact, their ropes are diggin’ into our hands our histories hidden in this dirty bland media cloud they cram its sad when you barely know the place in which you stand in the grand scheme of things so many tales untold, unfold except for the one they hold like fleece…. over e.y.e.'s, like ring tones killin’ dreams...

NN: Some play games And in some games the ace of spades can still be beaten’ By a two of hearts I gotta’ mouth attached to two beating hearts Yeah man, s’like the neighborhood of my mind got two parks One a series of well-groomed yards barin’ a metric rulers scar, but the other one is a realm you don’t wanna wonder too far in a daydream without gettin swept away by the stream! Okay, okay, no more metaphors... But if you happen to open up my rib-cage garage door There’s a clenched fist of a muscle, Barin’ stats more efficient than a Lexus engine’s guzzle Power organs by the duzzle, asleep or on the hustle An’ this one in particular can withstand poison darts All the while, pumpin’ plump blood life to the rest While the other one nestled deep behind my forehead’s flesh A mess of firing neurons that "BUCK! BUCK!" just as fast as the next Moonbeams reflection, hittin’ a pond’s surface enterin’ through your iris, (high-res) setting off that brain bless, like a thousand fire-hydrants Creating bridges, emotions and desires, and the older that you get The more you forget: old memories fade like burning bridges Long since turn to cinders And when it “hurts to remember” Maybe its time… to Crack that splint to splinters and appreciate the injuries Mouth attached to hearts, only the beginning of this journey, you heard me? DEVIN: Most folks’ mouths are attached to a heart shape box with three CPU slots one to blink, one to gawk, and one to talk treasure chest all locked away in heart shaped lockets the rest on our chest in between breast an t-shirt pockets I mean, the Tin Man’s heart was missing, but he faired fairly well You’re either a bleeding heart in heaven, or its cryogenically frozen in hell For future corporate android lackeys with ambitions to excel In the rat race, to the heart of earth Cuz the shell is beginning to smell Of heartless robots That run around actin like everyone’s boss Emotionless rocks are itching jocks The moments tick and they just talk… about “walking free” But I’m a gliding Albatross Mouths Attached 2 Hearts rush spots off the coin toss To level the playing field, with this prose that I wield A fiery sword and a shield To fight for those that still feel anything In their nerve endings an urge to should stop pretending That our heart breaks can stay on beat without the proper mending I mean, you can chill in my head, but its not all that exciting I live in my heart and I let my instincts guide me Down the path of least resistance, my torch is right inside me next time you go wandering in a dark forest come and find me … Serpents drink their tales while cycles recycle themselves if your soul is in your feet, then why you walkin on egg shells? As the moments gel, time weaves a tapestry for the man To crucify your hate, and hold the world in the palm of your hand

Which way am I choosin’ man? Life is just ahead of me So I take the path in front of me Cuz you know that’s what I see Different days up on it man I’m just a pawn in a game of chess Holdin what I know to rest You know that Farce can test yo this shit is just another game in a wishing game, i wish you well I hope you will, this shit is dope, and I excel Hope what you can see, this shit is definitely me I hold this mic cuz I can see this different that I’ma get yo f*ck it! I bet That this world is a mess I don’t panic or stress Life’s a game with no net an where you jump’s where you fall in Early on, found my callin’ Reapin' life like pollen I’m appalled when its not "linked" live to expression Observed an obsession Of not having a profession Which often leads to depression But I Keep on meshin’ in a messenger that's sent from a star, hopefully to send you far makin everyday bizarre! ••• Conductor! still gotta burn that first fist of coal. strike match, and you’ll find the fire quick to stoke without smoke and mist to choke we took the heat and bottled it When a lot of kids are on that cold hollow tip life’s a strange model kit, some of them boxes rip, Often no instructions ‘cept maybe when my mom says: “the harder that you work, the luckier you get!” fuck an “if” an’ “wish” still gotta walk the walk you talk if ya talking shit if ya talking that shit if the sock can fit, put it on plus the kicks you picked the ones I did are made special for this path I figured out I’m on cross-trainers for stepping stones strewn about the surface of a pond An’ its murky, slippin’ dirty, never fully know what’s lurking in the inner clock workings Of this quirky life jerking you around like leashes yanked by men usurping your potential by changing your beliefs an shit, from what they naturally would be! I say at least be the leaf, But most people don’t see you can yank it right back, clutch it by the choker… one can start infernos with a fireplace poker, focus fish eye glass to burn steada’ careless smoker style. But LA’s that “pack-a-day,” so I’m in my blue-lace agate faze! Causin that off-the-head, I’m twistin’ the dial speakin’ it rapidly, candid, honest constant aware of what’s happenin’ in what I’m rapping and that comes from practicing I’ve seen what action bring! ••• yo, somewhere in the picture lies the gate way to you life. Choose right Choose right, The harder that you work, the luckier you get. Choose right. Choose right. Luck is not a game But it be something that your workin’ for Something that you workin for, to make shit right fuck an “if and wish” Still gotta walk the walk you talk, an’ if you not, then why you claimin’ real talk?! That’s not right!

The Milky Way’s beautiful so I’m suckin’ goddess nipples but city lights clog the ripples, so my dirty shoes Jog unlit roads a dark mountain’s side, to drink the star’s light from my windows no clouds tonight, so its triple the twinkle liquid light trickle wrappin’ around my eyesight’s spindle like if diamonds could gel, splash through glass. holy soda commercial without the retail ease back on these sails; sometimes I need to getaway an’ just chill remember all the details what makes even breathin’ special Those times when I gladly go blind to tell time from just a flower’s smell or a hummingbird’s heart beat or even the funny sounds comin’ from a stomach buried deep and hungry! in one of the richest countries, i dunno bout you, but that seems dumb to me specifically the one I think one day we’ll all flee, metaphorically, hopefully, before they figure out the kinks in this great digital wall, that they’re building so tall (x2) I’m just here to tell the tales that weave the rise of a life line heat that without fail, will fall like rain into the sea buildin’ glass-bottom-boats to watch the steam I gotta Mouth Attached To Heart to feel pulses like E.K.G.’s but no matter how tall they build beyond, is a world that still revolves and you can feel it all, no matter how small you may have erected own fences Even Steven increase the feelin’ insense you’re senses and you got at least five but most cant handle more than one so they keep em bite size, despite them tries to fake a sunrise, surprise! yourself with special effects desensitized, when your sole food consists of popcorn butter drippin’ off the Passion of the Christ and bong hits I’m right here! sparkin’ the next, i learn from ancient’s entrance There these crazy things called books, written in plain text in your own f*ckin language, a place where your mind can imaginate free without the force-feed or the leash dark theaters THX and big ol’ budgets stuffed with the more discreet lies they sell for fees, its all there marketing scheme that seems to dictate modern dreams why the f*ck we assigned to opposin’ teams… when the name of the game is “Fusin’ At The Seams,” and seeing past the e.y.e.’s what round shit means... (x2) I’m just here to tell the tales that weave the rise of a life line heat that without fail, will fall like rain into the sea buildin’ glass-bottom-boats to watch the steam I gotta Mouth Attached To Heart to feel pulses like E.K.G.’s Bet your hands and feet never felt cut from the rocks of a mountain peak’s peak… or heard the whispering wise murmur of a thousand trees speak in unison, before they were murdered in unison Lost, the memories they send, one with the wind! The ancient shades of Green they blend Arbor got amazing auras! and useful, beautiful voice recognition just quiet the mind an’ listen, your similar software links in like them vines that float upwards towards every man as a sign of friendship, Kinship. Finally understood the language and the first thing they told me? “Drinkin’ melted snow’s the finest vintage!” . “Well I’ll be damned; true enough. cant believe I talk to trees. I know man, what the f*ck? must be makin’ this up as I go along. yup. its crazy: tryin to write about it in a song.” there’s fusion when I try to document the cracks in my fountain leak pen ink and graphite like last night: last night, I took the time! to organize em into letter-forms sitting front and center in a wide field, no roads left to roar and only metaphors could describe how I felt the leathers torn on this Book binding’s a door to cave of treasure troves, all of which is shot with the proper light kit tight knit together storms of imagery to tell the tales that weave the rise of a life line’s heat that, without fail, will fall like rain into the sea I’m just here to build a glass bottom boat and watch the steam I gotta mouth attached to heart! feelin pulses. Brontosaurus flippin that sh*t.