Rap 1: U lit the lyrical fuses, my mind bent vest is useless, my flow hit you straight in the feels (aha) no bruises, mess with me ill spark these fuses, I don't come off tough, my fight defuses, the fight in your brain, as your body remain shocked, look dog they boo'd, sitting still through the tick tock, my shit rocks, got yeah poppin out your socks, watch the way the beat moves the shocks, moon rocks, kicking the hip hops My flow shocks Like the looks on there faces when im Standin in super store rockin my crocks Masked man approaches toating a glock But I Never lay down for common crooks Fuck around get a right hook To the bottom of jaw Oh shit gettin to raw Imma slow it down so the shits clear So Clean the shit out your ears Cause the lesson is real, scope bound. Aim to kill But if you think my shits real Invite me to rap agian, it true I will. And the the thrill is real. Real enough to Cause a pep in my step The burglar crept, through the window not ever the sound of a clap, fame hit you like the feel of a slap when you snap back 2 the future, ass backward as it be, all over the screens and the stage is where you'll see me, open your eyes you ain't dreaming I'm a reality mother fucker. Rap 2: i Pursue the game, find the fame Wonder will someone ever know my name Cause passions in here, matter of fact everywhere I want to come in and strick the game so people no my name, First look a nod and go with my beat passin as per frames, you herd my strangs and the fact remains, the talent is here, and now your vision clear,my spot is near I wish to know my name, get the fame all the rest of the shit you'd expect with the game the fact remains that this is obsurd I fight the words, going through my head as I lie in bed, but still rest as I no the top is where I am led. Not led by God Not trying to deceit Just led by my hunger And the soles of my feet I work hard im proud Little nervous in crowds By I do my part, time to notice me now I tried to think of a name In my head no sound But like a good artist ill start from the ground perched up like a pitcher on top the mound I throw it u duct down On the field it's a ball, Out here you a clown Truly will ill have a name when I found! So if you think it's dope arnt messing around Thrown me some names  ill jot them down If we deliver a message they'll here the sound. Rap 3: You no when I asking for everything neat I just don't want a mess When I asking for your number Calm down dont want an address When did everything get so messed Feeling are took in weird ways and every one be self blessed God's give to earth. I'm the living curse to Humanity I know the key, get focused on me as i ulter my reality You Standin to close you get caught in my dream, you a miss stitch, I'm the whole fucking seem. I kick the rymes daily Ain't never outta steam Dunking on words dremont green Don't try to lean on the talent Iv gone on long enough, I thought it be easy but this rap shit is tough By now you no what I'm spitting so thus is enough If you ain't done listening thats fucking though. Rap 4: Yo I was raised in the country Been popping these tops Close to the water were waves thrashed on the rocks Had you confused in the verse when I mentioned my shocks When you mudding through the trail and get hooked on a rock Either get winches out or giver shit That's how it goes in the country Ain't afraid to spit on my hands to get a better grip I put my head down and work hard as shit From bonfires to neighborly shifts Everyone together, you own your shit Agian I'm from the country and my msg is raw Hopefully new something never saw All I can be honest and just Love it in the fields where we kick up dust Sitting by the lake casting a line Ain't no concrete in my pastimes But in the present day you need to hit the city Good for a buck and the women so pretty Saint John NB is the city that birth me Torn between the Two ns and nb Hoping the game can provide some guidance a little clarity You know I come from the woods Cause my words are bearly good enough to earn my grades Spend my days workin hard for the scratch Hardly making a penny busting my back I walk the hard line Days are crazy man is sumthin to watch Covid got you goin out for walks have to talk to the cops No longer meeting at the popular spots Everybody got opinions now Something seems botched Day are boring so I look at my watch Wish shit could just Timex rollex complex As I write these lyrics my flow progress Just like the quiver when I make way to her breats My words twisted a fucked up mess You can hear it when I put speed to the test now digest Rap good enough to stop the hands on your timex, your rollex, your whole intellect-ual personal complex You wonder where I place, no worrys your next Cause no one can best My twist of the phrase I'll stun Amaze When I write I go craz I could go on about that for day but it would be true lyrics unless I spit the flames.