Feature Presentation

by Black Smith

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A prequel to OUT OF SEASON, this "Featured Presentation" mixtape compiles nearly all of Black Smith's featured verses from 2011 through 2014 into one cohesive whole.

"Particular gratitude goes out to all the members of my collective Publish or Perish. Much love to Grant Dube, Austin Dobbins, Quentin Roberts, Jason Quaynor, and Tyler Sutherland; all of whom saw fit at one point or another to not only join me in this journey towards greatness but also to let me play such a pivotal role in each of their releases. I appreciate my brethren more than they will ever know."
-- Jessie C. Smith (@LongGoneJess)

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released April 13, 2014

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Tracks 1 and 7 are culled from "The First Meditation" by Publish or Perish.

Tracks 2, 10, 11, and 15 are culled from the "Animus Vox EP" by Dubé.

Tracks 3, 6, and 12 are culled from "Scorpio: Vol. 1" by Quentino, and are also available on the "Sideline Story" EP by the same artist.

Track 4 is culled from "Sorry 4 The Wait" by Kreative Tendencies.

Track 5 is culled from The Lasers Collective.

Track 8 and 16 are culled from "Scorpio, Vol. 2: Signs of the Times" by Quentino.

Track 9 is culled from "#ThrowbackThursday" by JOBE.

Track 13 is culled from the "Rehearsal" EP by Quay.

Track 14 is culled from "Scorpio, Vol. 3: Two Minds, One Heart" by Quentino.

Track 17 is culled from "The Showcase: Vol. 1" by The Creative Showcase.

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Track Name: Reality (feat. Dubé & Kreative Tendencies)
[Verse 1 - Dubé]
Yeah
Man, queens get the money, the kings get nothin'
That's what it really is, girl, and you ain't above it
I told you when I first met you that I'm gon' love it
What we got, what we have-- baby girl, all of it
While people on the streets slingin' to dope fiends
I'm workin' hard, girl, to get you the most of things
Queens get the money, you kings get nothin'
I call bullshit, I'll spend my love on a ring for ya, woman!

[Verse 2 - Black Smith]
Yeah, dats wazzup! Yeahhh
Queens get the money, while kings get nothin'
Now Hip Hop needs somethin', these sissy niggas frontin'
So I turn an ear to the mumblin'
The moanin' and groanin' of an unsatisfied audience lackin' lovin'
Crank this, up inside your dome
Via stereo at home, by way of radio on chrome
Wheels, bump it proudly atop the uneven and broken roads
Portable quotables render totable my listeners' heavy loads
Check it! We three kings comprise Publish or Perish
Tell the industry beware us, listeners will declare us
The top of the entry level, and in our rhymes you revel
The voices of three rebels
Now stand back and behold the speakers tremble!

[Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies]
Yeah!!
You ain't even gotta ask, you know who it is!
Uh... yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to my world--- tell me how it feels
Filled with craziness
Tryna judge women off the Liar's Paradox
I'm sorry if I'm comin' off a little philosophical
But based on the title, man, it's only logical
Now back to the introduction, you can call me Oz
My mood so cold but everything I spit be fire

[Verse 4 - DJ Doo-Bay]
Yeah, we the kings, and we got nothin'
Workin' from the bottom up to somethin'
When we up in the air, you gon' be with me
Open my eyes wide and realize you're with me
Pan the picture out, and we in our fifties...

[Verse 5 - Kreative Tendencies]
And if I'm still around, I'mma make you feel me
You can either salute me, or kill me: those are your only options
Got dreams of chart-toppin',
Logically I wanna make that a reality
But nowadays only money can buy dreams
So, all I can do is dream
And that's reality.
Track Name: Hustlin' (feat. Dubé)
[Hook - Rick Ross]
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I, everyday I, everyday I'm hustlin'!

[Verse 1 - Black Smith]
(Yeah! Everyday I'm hustlin'...All right.
Cheahhhhh! Cheah! Yeah!!)
Everyday we hustlin', tryna get them custom rims
A-bustlin', and rufflin', like fallen leaves up in the wind
Or feathers in a red man cap---my quill will testify to that
So I raise my right and place my left and accept the Hippocratic dap
But Foxxy say this brown man's greet is synonymous with violent jabs
Of terrorists, and panther claws, and viper fangs, and all-a-that
If that's the case, then so be it---I invite the hatred and the scams
I'm on my grind, like Push would say: "I own you all"---remember that!
Publish, Perish---do or die---the newest hip hop mafia
Accept the call, pick up ya phone, my Father God's on line for ya
The offer's there, you can't refuse, or fly back to Moronica
One way ticket, E.T.A. to hell, check the thermometer!

[Hook - Rick Ross]
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I, everyday I, everyday I'm hustlin'!

[Bridge - Black Smith]
Everyday we hustlin', tryna get them custom rims
A-bustlin', and rufflin', like fallen leaves up in the wind
Or feathers in a red man cap---my quill will testify to that
So I do my thing and step right back and let Doo-Bay back on the track!

[Verse 2 - Dubé]
(All right! Yeah!) Just chillin' out on my couch now
(Gusssttt!!!) Lookin' out at what I've found
Lookin' at my dreams, inconceivably it seems
That I'm just goin' nowhere, but I think that I'mma do it big, see!
Yeah, I got my girl right next to me
She's so good---believe in everything ya see
Everything I've done in the past, she don't seem to care
But I'mma give her the whole world---she my girl, it's what she deserves, yeah!
I'm going to be everything that I can be
It's my destiny and best believe, you can't test me!
Yes! I am just on my knees and prayin' to a God that could give me anything
But He is just sayin', "Do it for yourself, do it bigger than you ever could
Dream or imagine, because of people in every hood
In the world, tryna see ya fail,
But never believe them, because they're just tryna chase ya tail, just to keep ya down in Hell!"
Track Name: Who Dat (feat. J Cole & Childish Gambino)
[Intro]
Cole World! Yeah! Hey!
Dats wazzup! SD whaddup? NC nigga!
Let's go!! Hey!!!
Who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat?
(Check it out!)

[Verse 1 - Black Smith]
Guess who's back? It's the Smith who's Black
From the P.o.P., Publish or Perish pack
All you trill O.G.'s, I salute and dap
And as the facts come forward, watch the fakes fall back
Yo MCSmith Raps! Wow this Cole beat slaps!
Damn right, dumbass! Cut all your vain chit-chat!
While you concern yourself with all these rims and racks
Watch your bad main bitch go head 'n' erect my flag:
"I claim this planet in the name of that
Young nigga J-Bird!" --dead center of the map
And as you Houston niggas waste your time with that
I tell yo 'bitch, "Bown down, pucker up, and smack!"
"Too far!" you say? "What you mean by that?!"
Look, yo bitch's all Game, so I know I run that
I'm here to stay, touchdown! New stat!
And before I peace out-- R.I.P. Spence Datt!"

[Hook - J. Cole]
Who dat, who dat?
Bitch, I got that flame!
Who dat, who dat?
Bitch, I got that flame!
Who dat, who dat?
Bitch, I got that flame!
So don't worry 'bout my motherfuckin' name, I got 'em sayin'...

[Verse 2 - J. Cole]
Who dat, who dat? You know what you been waiting for
I mean, the game was all bad just a week ago
Rappers was bullshit - listen, I ain't hatin', no
Now a brother hot enough to fuck with one of Satan's hoes
And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions
Wishing for air conditioning
Feeling God was never listenin'
Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention
Your bitch is tired of missionary? Boy you failed the mission
Man, just look at how I elevated
Real niggas celebrate it, finger fuck whoever hate it
My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn
Then I redecorated
That means my tables turned
Live life, might as well, only way to learn
Just try and fail, clientele the only way to earn
So if you're selling crack or if you're selling rap
Make sure it's mean so the fiends keep on yelling back

[Hook - J. Cole]
Who dat, who dat?
Bitch, I got that flame!
Who dat, who dat?
Bitch, I got that flame!
Who dat, who dat?
Bitch, I got that flame!
So don't worry 'bout my motherfuckin' name, Spence!!!

[Verse 3 - Childish Gambino]
('Sup, Spence?)
I won't steal your girl? Test me
I stay Childish, watch me breast-feed
Grandfather ran numbers a criminal in Harlem
The only thing he used to make was trouble and my father
Father had me, said "Stay away from cocaine!"
Blood stayed gangster, my swag screams dope game
I talk real nigga, this is what you ask for
I shit green like vegetarian assholes
Louder than Wayne's pants at the VMA's
Stick to what you good at nigga! Oh, everything?!
Niggas want me everywhere, I'm yelling out "Sorry!"
There's only one of me like white girls with black Barbies
Niggas mad that I ain't do shit to
I got a fly Asian bitch, that's a Shih Tzu
Throwing out your jazz man, but you don't look like Uncle Phil
Fucking girls from TV shows, my DVR is on the pill
Shake it on Youtube, yeah that's a VEVO ho
Black guy with a white voice, Cleveland Show
I don't know, all I wanted was different things
Hope these hood niggas don't blow me off when they're listening
All I do is wear what white guys wore in the '50's
And for some reason these white people think that it's interesting
Too many girls, that's still not enough for me
I love pussy like that old lady up the street
Everything I spit is compilated and best of
Black nerds run shit, go and ask ?uestlove
I'mma hit it twice, retail
I got a package like a gangsta, G-mail
Google and a penis reference, same sentence, goody goody!
I love my dick so much they let a nigga host the Woodies
Got the whole barbershop like, "Oh man, this shit is tight!"
Solid shit... one wipe!

[Hook - J. Cole]
Who dat, who dat?
Bitch, I got that flame!
Who dat, who dat?
Bitch, I got that flame!
Who dat, who dat?
Bitch, I got that flame!
So don't worry 'bout my motherfuckin' name, Spence!

[Outro - J. Cole]
Who Datt, who Datt?
Cole World, nigga!
SD, nigga! SD, boi!
Yo, this is J. Cole! Cole World!
Spencer Datt, who dat, who dat?
Rest In Peace, brother! Big shouts!!
Much love!
Track Name: Black and Yellow Freestyle (feat. Dubé, Kreative Tendencies & Quay)
[Hook - Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, ahuh, you know what it is
Everything I do, yeah I do it big
Yeah ahuh, screamin that's nothin'
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin'
Reppin in my town, when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow

[Verse 1 - Black Smith]
(SWOOP! Uh, uh!) Yeah, it's that Black & Yellow flow
And if you dig ya boi Black Smith then you're gonna bring up gold
Ha! See, that's what my bars always glow
'Cause I spit heavy and also at the speed of lightyears I go
To the top of the charts, and yet I don't neglect my soul
My buzz can't kill my art, I'mma let my haters know
(Bitch!) That this boi right here-- he drives a straight and narrow road
(Bitch!) A hot commodity he is but his integrity canot be sold
(Ha) And no, I know I said I wouldn't gloat,
But your system may not realize the simple fact that I'm dope
I've got the best of both worlds, mixed with Asian and Afro
Shout to Dobbins, bring it back, Black and Yellow flow, nigga!!!

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, ahuh, you know what it is
Everything I do, yeah I do it big
Yeah ahuh, screamin that's nothin'
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin'
Reppin in my town, when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow

[Verse 2 - Dube]
(Yeah, yeah!)
Ride-or-die, you know I'm right
Goin' out tonight lookin' fly
Eyes lookin' toward the sky
And my, my---you lookin' like
A million bucks, stack that up
Back to my place, we gon' fuck
I give you blunt-head trauma, no drama
The business, boomin' like a Samba
Yeah, I'll put you in a coma
Gettin' dizzy from my aroma
You know that I'll be right here
Have no fear; after this, see clear
Year by year and day by day
You know that I'm gettin' paid
You should know that I'm no phase
I gotta unlock ya, I run this race!

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, ahuh, you know what it is
Everything I do, yeah I do it big
Yeah ahuh, screamin that's nothin'
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin'
Reppin in my town, when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow

[Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies]
(Well damn! ... Guess y'all decided to go in!
I guess this means... I have to go in... What?!)
My nigga---loud pipes, rally stripes
Dope kicks, bad chicks---nigga, jet life
It ain't nothin' to me; I been Kreative, bitch
Bet you ain't seen a nigga style this sick
On this drist shit, orchids and ammunition
89 bet bitch---key in the ignition
Mind blown fuckin' with me---that's yo' bitch symptoms
Cold-hearted nigga since the beat started

[Verse 4 - Quay]
(Whaddup Quay!) Fly girls bakin' up under the son
Giggles exchanged while bikinis gettin' undone
Then a, 64 scrape all around the corner
A brother hoppin' out the Bentley lookin' like an owner
That's the environment and they just products
Bad women, hood scholars, Chevys, and narcotics
As for me---well I see, all this from my window
Takin hits off of the indo!
Roll it up!

[Outro - Kreative Tendencies & Quay]
KREATIVE TENDENCIES: And there you fuckin' have it!
QUAY: And I'm hella faded, hella faded, hella faded, hella faded!!! Yeahhh!
KREATIVE TENDENCIES: Publish or Perish, we ain't playin' no fuckin' games!
QUAY: Hahaha! Roll me the weed, bro.
KREATIVE TENDENCIES: And if you doubt us---and if you doubt us--- ...fuck you and your feelings...bitch!
Track Name: Keep Calm N Play Coldplay (Interlude)
Last name: Expert, first name: Coldplay
One beat alone with me, you never will forget me
I pray God forgives me for the havoc I reek
'Cause my soul'll be stained by this murderous streak
And its vocal chords strained by blood-curdling screams
Call it pay-per-view sports, or free audio streams
Or sadistic if disgusted by taking pleasure in things
Either way, you're next up: tap out and kiss the ring
Make a joke out of my craft, you bet I take it personally
Some niggas need a license 'fore they hook a mic into a USB
Some rhymes I hear be wantin' me to cut a vein quite openly
But before I call it quits, how 'bout lettin' Alfred set the cutlery?
LSXN captain, three years on the resume
Landslide election, more than half the love of KTT
Marched upon Atlantic, motherFUCK the record companies
But now Fiasco Friday's just a glorious distant memory
I've seen too many come and go from this legendary section
Guess Lasers wasn't charmin' 'nuff of a third impression
Or maybe some were feeling Lupe cracked under the tension
Can't really say much about it, still gettin' stalked from my Depression
The sting of insecurities a demon's secret weapon
And I'll be damned if I become another Aesop of his lessons
I learned a long time ago that pain cannot be lessened
So I got up off my ass and penned my name along with Wesson
Pretty motherfucker, and I know it, killa fashion
Everytime I drop a bar, I make sure you feel the passion
Metal all up in your brain HASSAAAAN excuse the hatchet
But my music tends to have effects like crankin' up the ratchet
A wordsmith with some promise who got caught up in lyric trappin'
'Bout to prey upon this rookie like a phony from the Vatican
The names have all been blanked to shame the guilty-proven innocents
Now enough with the disclaimers: UNLEASH THE KRAKEN UP IN THIS BITCH
I was never EVER the kind to destroy a person
Till this bitch started frontin' like I owed him somethin'
'Cause the net you caught those feelin's in promptly punctured
Now that I cropped your face out so that my dick could function
And nah, there's no pause at that couplet's junction
The fucks I tried to give add up to half of nothin'
So here's the final penny I'd like to share, Reaction:
Newton's Law's been rewritten, you're now an unequal fraction.

Bitch.
You now an unequal fraction, bitch
Motherfucker that fuck, Reaction
What the fuck is a Reaction?
Equal opposite's attraction.

Out of Season comin' soon.

K-T-...
T...!!!
Track Name: Mercy Freestyle (feat. Quentino)
[Verse - Black Smith]
My fro out, my dro blown
My bars stout, my flow's gold
My skin thick, like rhino's
My lines shine like rhinestones
Ge-gems dropped like The Throne
Shouts out to Young King Hov
Vuitton Don, new God Flow
Old Cash Flow, my debts grown
My knees bent, my hands clasped
Redemption is all I ask
Shawshank all you haters
Then follow my tracks past
The yellow, straight, narrow
Shotgun in this Lambo
Bu-bumpin' Omega meets Chrome, end with Black Smith
Double, barreled
Buckshot make my ammo
Four heads on this monster
Throwed game in the dumpster
BLAOWCK!
Track Name: Monster (feat. Dubé, Kreative Tendencies & CT)
[Intro - Bon Iver]
I shoot the lights out
Hide 'til it's bright out
Oh just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?
(Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!)

[Verse 1 - Black Smith]
(Yeah!) They say the monster inside of me can never be tamed
That that old polite facade of me can no longer stay
'Cause too many slings and arrows have been headin' my way
This spotlight's a death ray--- solar AK spray!
Y'all drivin' me insane, and Daisy wants the wheel back
Not sayin' I'm Hussein, so I don't understand all this flack
I'm more Nino Brown when I ride upon this 'Ye track
I slaughter all around with rhymes crackin' like a yay track
Light a match of blackjack and I'll just flip an ace
I'll make you regret the decision that you even left the base
That's why I drive Grant nuts like "Arsenic and Old Lace"
Got my fables from the g.o.a.t.s so I'm not the hare in this life race
Nas always told me that Death is the Cousin of Sleep
That's why I stay up all night, layin' lines over beats
My crew is always sayin' I can safely rest in peace
If beef with Satan don't end soon, I won't make it to Heaven in one piece!

[Hook - Bon Iver]
I crossed the line
And I'll let God decide
And I wouldn't last these shows
So I am headed home
(Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!)

[Verse 2 - Dubé]
(Yeah! Yeah!) I'm bein' locked up, held captive
About to explode like chemicals, reactive
My brain is numb-- yes, dull to the pain
Each and every day is another day going insane
As I search my brain, I close my eyes
I begin to watch as all the people cry
Gloom like a morgue
As I open the next door
It closes and I'm trapped
I'm lookin' horrid as my hands are clasped
Alone with Despair,
I'm left without a care
To be eaten by my demons, chewed up, and swallowed whole
Before they approach, yeah, I examine my soul
I find nothing but black ashes
Now my mind crashes
Now my body thrashes, twisting and convulsing
My eyes start bulging
My skull is on fire
I'm being raised ever higher
Into another realm of my mind
But before I go, a demon grabs me and it does it from behind!

[Hook - Bon Iver]
I crossed the line
And I'll let God decide
And I wouldn't last these shows
So I am headed home
(Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!)

[Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies]
(Cheah!) So sick, so sick--- motherfuckers, do you hear this
Kanye West sample beatin' hard in yo' speakers?!
Play that shit loud, nigga--- wake the neighbors
This that song you spazz out to, scream "fuck them haters!"
Drink that shit till it's gone and roll all that weed up
We the motherfuckers 'bout to tear yo' fuckin' block up
Ahh shit--- ahh shit--- you dun opened up the wrong door!

(Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!)

[Verse 4 - CT]
The Dark Knight rises, CT's in monster mode
Normally go Rogue but, now I'm in a troupe
Publish or Perish! You best feel threatened
Black Smith, the maker of our weapons
You need acceptance to be in our presence
Or end up like Joker in AC,
Yeah boi, Cray-Z
Do-Or-Die, A-Z
I never take the mask off
Evildoers, I'm your fuckin' mascot
And every blue moon, I'll expode on a track
Just to get Romil off my ass. (Cheah!)

(Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!)

[Outro - Rick Ross]
Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood sucker
Fat motherfucker --- now look who's in trouble
As you run through my jungles all you hear is rumbles
Kanye West samples, here's one for example:
Bitch, I'm a monster
Bitch, I'm a monster
Bitch, I'm a monster
(Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!)

{Publish or Perish!}
Track Name: Remember the Titans (feat. Dubé, Kreative Tendencies, Quay & CT)
[Verse 1 - Dubé]
We three kings? Make that six
Man, Three 6 Mafia: we are the shit
Yeah, you can call us the New Age New Wave
This is how we do it, man: We takin' it, we seizin' the day
The crown is ours! Man, the kingdom has come
This is how we been doin' it, man: We've been sent from above
Yeah, we the angels, the riders, the Seven Horsemen
We're comin' to slaughter all y'all bitches, because this is our time... again
Yeah, we doin' it! Re-run that back
You heard me! One more time, this is our fuckin' track
This is how we're doin' it: Murderin', pillaging, rapin'
You know we're doin' this shit, and murkin' them all of the days end
Yeah, till I get old, till I die, till I'm decrepit
See, you know I'm doin' this shit, you couldn't even measure me
This is my talent, my honor and glory
Motherfucker, I ain't through yet: listen to our story
Remember the day, that you remembered my name
My name is D-O-O-B-A-Y, Doo-Bay
That's right; you heard me!
Yeah, that's how we do it: Kickin' fancy bars, fancy cars
You know we doin' it all day! Motherfucker, we live
So large, so large; yeah, that's how we're doin' it
Livin' real BIG, real BIG; you know we never losin' it
This is ours, this is the day we seizin' it, bitch
This is P.o.P., motherfucker! We the kings, we rich!

[Verse 2 - Kreative Tendencies]
First off, let me say hi! My name is Kreative
I got a beat that burns strips--- yeah, I mean "cremated"
Lemme say hi to everybody on the strip
Before I hop in the whip
And I just drive, straight
No stoppin'! Pedal to the medal
I ain't stoppin' for nothin', unless it's gas or a drink
Or, model-type chick sittin' on the side of the road
That ain't gon' make me pay for the fuckin' pink
And I ain't talkin' 'bout "pink" as gettin' in them cars
I'm talkin' 'bout "pink" is me gettin' in bras
And gettin' in them drawers (What?!?)
Huhh? I'm sorr', I'm just tryna do my best to stay, out from them bars
I, I mean, stay out from behind bars
I'm just trying to do everything legit, Ma
I'm just trying to do everything like my Momma says
Back to the fact that this beat is
Vegas strip in the Fifties
Me in my zoot suit, red, no dickies
Got the gators on, light glistenin'
You can see it, light glistenin'
Off the, Rolex, behind that crystal glass
I keep tickin' like that line behind the crystal glass
I keep movin', keep goin'
I'm not stoppin' for nobody, I got the Pifinarina movin'!

[Verse 3 - Black Smith]
Black Smith here, (hah!), we ready for war
Said we was honing our craft--- "what you preparing us for?"
The homies asked me. I replied, "the takeover's in store
They ain't ready, 'cause we 'bout to make Doomsday even more!"
Fuck the world; she's a whore --- fuck the Mayans, we score
'Bout to bring the gavel down on the John Conners of lore
Bust through their decorum, usher Death through the door
He been tailin' me since I ain't shown remorse to the Lord
But what if I do? Would that make Shame go away
Nah, niggas ain't survive to tell tales the next day
That's why I unload on the track, like there's no comin' back
I'm unleasin' my wrath, son; what you know about dat?
Gearin' up for the clash, now that I've chosen this path
Robert Frost at the fork, got me rethinkin' fast
Clouds are loomin' around, the darkest ones, matter fact
Apocalypse strikes, yeah we the ones up to bat
The microphone sage, African-American pain
Still Pegasus vein, stallion forever in fame
Goin' Medusa on page, died free at young age
All divine-inspired reasons for you to remember my name

[Verse 4 - QUAY]
It's spiritual: The sermon of sixteen bars
Instrumental, beat ain't it?
Lyri-cism slayed it
All them other rappers fainted
Hot, and bothered, by the brother's silver tongue
What he done?
Nothin' but layin' soul on wax, tracks melt
Apple cinnamon candles, handle
This juggernaut grippin' knots, screamin' "Black Wall Street" to the grave
Cookin' lyrics he done slaved
Like a 1955 housewife
Unappreciated, but related to lovin' hip hop
Hold it in, fuck that!
I fixed dinner, throw that!
Frying pan to the head--- hell yeah, my nigga hold dat!
It's forever Atlas; no need for mythology
Holdin' up the state with god body
Puttin' my DNA on the beat
Now, how dare a rapper said he did it like me?
Put them brain cells to labor for the paper
Maybe later they'll realize the feats he complete
Maybe when they six feet
Enlightened by the heights of heaven
God can give 'em the divine eyes of I
Damn!... I just lied
'Cause it's QUAY: the greatness in time
Blow minds, yo' mind's mine
By the time you know mine's, it's past time
And all these lines scream, "get 'em!"
I got 'em! ... Don't go nowhere, I stop 'em!
Where they at? ...I lost 'em
They playin' dead--- possum
Ain't no problems, 'cause I just solved 'em!

[Verse 5 - Quentino]
Now pay attention to the signs!
The resurrection of your intersession might remain an inception
Go to sleep until you hear the stomp of my feet, don't even retreat
Be able to accept defeat from the Titan of Greece
Or was it Rome? I wanna go home
And all of a sudden I'm realizin' that most of these terms are "so long!"
You stay on track, you'll run into the fact that I am the nigga
That would pull on the trigger without a ticker!
Part of the six kings you see
But instead I come through with no envy
Almost like these people end up bringin' in them entrees
I'm into the club, you just hate on them dubs
You hate my own swag, well y'know what? That's my town
Full of them haters, well I'm not one of them
'Cause I come right through, and I'm about to lose it
'Bout to lose my mind, as always, with the crew
People better not stare,
Or be ready for that futuristic flare---that solar flare!
Attack ya like a nuclear bomb, or atomic bomb
About ready to lose it like people of drama
You'll end up thinkin' of Guya
You'll end up thinkin' of Mayans
You'll end up thinkin' that niggas are gonna just break down
But instead I end up goin' around and end up knockin' ya'll niggas down
I don't really give a fuck
Yeah nigga, what you down with? Not a damn thing.
This is my crew, P.o.P., what it do, nigga?
Straight off of that shit, niggas are wonderin' about my shit
Well y'know what? Shit, I just gave up. Fuck it! I'm done with this shit, bitch!

[Outro - Kreative Tendencies]
Shout-out to the entire Publish or Perish crew!!!
Track Name: Woopty Doo (feat. JOBE)
[Verse 1 - JOBE]
Yeah... man, it's ya boi comin' to you like always... JOBE:
See, I had to write 'cause this beat is chill as fuck
Only second guess is, did I go kill it enough?
I mean, did I go and pay GOOD Music homage?
Did I go get out my dreams and do good music? Prob'm is,
See, I ain't tryna be no lowkey Christo Wallace
I'm tryna be splurgin' with the cash flow out my wallets
Ain't gon' be no question like, "You know where the mall is?"
Picture perfect bitches-- yeah, these Timbs is fuckin' flawless
And y'know I ball like Kobe in the fall, bitch
I like a girl with legs so I don't care if she a tall bitch
Gonna call 'em all "bitch" -- I say fuck 'em all, bitch
If that make me a poo-hole, then I touch 'em all, pitch!
Ha, I pick 'em up in my ride
I bought a Jeezy Jesus piece so I could see what it's like
Get a piece of my pie, my dreams keep me alive
Said I fuck on Cloud Nine to keep my head in the sky
And I'm tellin' all these other rappers listen, that I'm real
And I ask your girl to fuck -- simply keep it on the DL
And I'm followin' some labels, hopin' that I get a deal
And I'm sicker than the illest motherfucker on the real
And I hope that when you listen that you'll press that fuckin' DL
This style's like the Dow Jones and I'm hopin' that it downpours
Appeal to Black Market? Wall Street ain't my game
If fortune come with fame, I'm just tryna spread my name

[Hook - Black Smith]
Woopty Doo!
Shawty stay caked up
Woopty Doo!
Just bought an Escalade truck
Woopty Doo!
You put some 26s on it
Woopty Doo!
Yo shit be looking pretty, don't it?
Woopty Doo!
You hit the club and make it rain
Woopty Doo!
You spend like 50 on the chain
But every 365 bro, you get a little wiser
And realize all that stupid shit bought was lame
Cause it don't mean shit, when you out there on your own
Cause it don't mean shit, when the Feds run in your home
Cause it don't mean shit, when you can't take care of your kids
Cause it don't mean shit, nigga, fuck what ya did
I tell them niggas "Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo!"
I tell them niggas "Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo!"

[Verse 2 - Black Smith]
Yeah, lend your ears to a different kind of boss
Black Smith's the name, and he crafty with his bars
JOBE asked me to share a couple thoughts,
And I told him my flow could spare a couple different flaunts
Steady is the hand that jots inside my pad
And crazy is the mind that makes these rhymes add
Up, up and away, I'm dancin' with the stars
And nah, I'm not countin' those chauffeured inside of cars
I'm talkin' 'bout solars systems, galaxies, nebulas and shit
So I couldn't give a fuck about fittin' in your clique
I got my own: Publish or Perish
"We up in this bitch" is the motto, don't be selfish
But since we aren't, I'mma let y'all off easy
I'm feelin' kind of generous today, don't call me cheesy
Signed the peace treaty, my pen is my diploma, see?
'Cause nothin' haters say could ever stunt my creativity
If you fuckin' with me, remember the tip is razor sharp
Goin' deeper than stripper dollars or a ninja dart
Sailin' so safely, I built another Noah's ark
Only this one carries a load I thought was once too dark
Y'all niggas aren't a fourth of what I am and never will be
So why you spittin' malice in my direction, actin' silly?
This high, you can't match it; I'm on another level
So why should I compare myself to your useless little bezels
My wealth is somethin' much more; self-worth cannot be measured
And I'm not one anyway for storing up empty treasures
I'm bumpin' Aretha Franklin, askin' for respect, yo
'Cause only the highest art form is what will make my check glow...
(Everything else is just... woopty do...
Yeah, JOBE, I'm out, bruh. Thank you!)
Track Name: Lights Please (feat. Malik Castro & Dubé)
[Verse 1 - Malik Castro]
You'd better pay attention, it's the rise of the realest
Never say I'm sick 'cause, nigga, I'm the illest
Ain't a doctor on the green Earth that can heal it
'Cause I been doin' this since "Home of the Killers"
That was my first track, way back in '08
Attracted to the rhymes, didn't wanna hold weight
With time I got live like an Alpha Probate
People that was sleepin' on me now stand and ovate
But it's too late, I ain't showin' any mercy
Had a lot of hate to the ones who desert me
And made me feel dirty like I was unworthy
But I do forgive all the people that hurt me
They say what doesn't kill only makes you strong
And you see I'm breathin' good---not under tombstone
Weed in the bong got me seein' new heights
Black Smith, I advice that you catch the next flight (all right!)

[Verse 2 - Black Smith]
Now as I sit on the side, waitin' for the next tap
I catch the shout from Malik and I throw it right back
And it throws my mind back to the times in the past
When ya boy would try to rhyme and flow but all these niggas laughed
And Mailk would have to wear his hoodie as a fuckin' mask
And I'd have to front and act like ya nigga never mad
'Cause he'd never get accepted from the jocks as bein' black
But now Smith is on top...tell dem hoes to fall back
And I snap over beats with that educated swag, but
I keep myself grounded like an Iowa Jima flag
Trill down to my roots like Questo and his band
'Cause the hate only watered this seed into a plant
To all those who doubted, you can still recant
I will improve each time with each line in each amp
My voice is the ink in every pen and each stamp
Now it's time for Black Smith to make his mark at the stand...

[Hook - J. Cole]
Lights please, lights please---turn off the lights
For now everything just seem so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be all right...

[Verse 3 - Dubé]
Yeah, all alone now, sittin' by myself
The shit I been through--- man, it's been pilin' up
Dealt what I've dealt and I still don't know
I feel myself drownin' now, goin' down real slow
Before I go I see myself standin' in the mirror
Ten years later: picture seems to differ
Got a baby, man---she 1 years old
She like my little cub, man---crawlin' all on the floor
I'm sittin next to her---won't ever let her go
Then my wife comes into the picture
She fine as hell! I can't believe I'm with her
She leans over, puts her head by my ear
And she says with a whisper, "Honey, I got a sitter!"
Fast forward now: we out on the town
Can't believe what I'm seein'---I wish that this was NOW
I look away from the mirror and find myself on the ground
This is what I be missin' if I was down and out
Close my eyes; try to fight back the tears
This is what I've been searchin fo' for so many years
But now all I hear is the same sound buzzin in my ear
Drownin' me out, drownin' me out of the thoughts that make me "me",
Let's not make disbelief, let's make reality...
Lights please!


[Hook - J. Cole]
Lights please, lights please---turn off the lights
For now everything just seem so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be all right...
Track Name: The Illest (feat. Kreative Tendencies, Quay & Dubé)
[Intro - Dubé]
Uh! Yeah, you already know I'm comin' back atcha
{Imitates Record Scratching} You know I'm gonna gat that
I do this shit, in the rain or the snow
You know I'm a lyrical master, you just a bastard
Tryna get at this shit, out my ass turd
You know I'm the shit---y'know, no seein'
I am a blind man walkin' with all my feelin's
I'm gon' give it to ya: all the lyrical shit
Bring that back so I can go and make a hit...!

[Verse 1 - Kreative Tendencies]
I guess this is stupid, dumb Kreative
Nigga on steroids about to Hulk the beat, bitch: SMASH!
Mr. Can't Even Talk To Ya Unless It's About Cash
Mr. Speed By In The Red Lambo---Flash!
You get it? I do this punchline shit easy
But ain't nothin' easy 'bout me, nigga, please believe me
I'm after dead presidents
Give a fuck who you say better than!
Show me stacks, nigga! Who better then??
Got as much money as the group from Ocean's Eleven
Lucky Number Five, keep my flow on mean
Do the math, motherfucker! I'm know for spittin' mean sixteens
Been doin' it since I was twelve---got a lil' better, hit the age of thirteen
I really started thinkin' 'bout this rap shit at fourteen, and at fifteen
I saw a need in my own flow and started new assured, and at sixteen I can say... (Cheah!!!)


[Hook - The Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who's the illest

[Verse 2 - Quay]
Yeah, uh! (OK!) Who dare challenge mine? The very sickest style of rhyme
My lyrics got the Asante gold touch, so what's up
On the studs or draw I can call your bluff, or what-
Ever you call it, your boi past all it!
Past ill, past terminal, spittin' testicular, cervical cancer
To anybody that question...I got the answer
With the venemous, yet serious, flow that blows minds
Old Spice; yes, nice; MasterCard priceless
So why ask who the nicest?
I'm the doctor to these undergrads
The father of the son who thought he was dad
Ugh, disgustin'!
To anyone who think they discussin'
That someone flyin' over my plain
I'll 9/11 that brain!
To anybody who think they can cross that line over
I'll put you on line--- haze ya! Done; over!!

[Hook - The Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who's the illest

[Verse 3 - Black Smith]
Quay and Kreative killed it, now all eyez on the Black Smith
Approach me with caution, or you end up on my deathlist
Craniums will overload from the power of verbal MAC 10s
Publish or Perish, all other crews should feel threatened
Tommy guns to Tommy Oliver--- stole Kim from him
Like Em did on Track Sixteen on his LP---
Sixteen on the beat, sixteen ain't a feat
Sixteen, I fell in love and locked my lips around H.E.R. teat
Newborn Wu-Tang babe, cash rules everything I see
Ironic how these preachers claim the left of poverty
Meanwhile all I see inside The Streets' eyes are green
It's cool, though; Game ain't immune to the sickness of my sneeze!
P.o.P gon' blow out the backs of all these bees
The sting of death don't scare me, "Tales of Crypt" is all my steez
The thief's fiend gotta scholar, type of life that I lead
Yeah I only got half a bar--- Big, come back and take the mic please!

[Hook - The Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who's the illest

[Verse 4 - Dubé]
Uh. Yeah! Comin' at your door, bangin' for them treats
Like Halloween, I'm a monster, bitch: open, please!
I'm gonna getcha! You never seen me before
Covered by the blindfold, you know I'mma go hard
Than you ever seen. Man, I'm an evergreen
Blazin' up like a KKK meeting---...
Ohhh daaamn, did he just say what I think he said?
Yeah, bitch, best go on your knees and give me head!
Before I go down, you know I'm gonna be rollin'
Six feet deep, boy, you best not be strollin'
My way, this is the highway, and you gon' be on it
Now I'm gonna be doin' this shit like a Maybach Don, and
I'm off to the races, I'm gonna be reborn
When I die like a Phoenix comin' up out of the soil
Yeah, that's how I do it: lyrical master
Like I said, before, bitch: You just a bastard!

[Outro - The Notorious B.I.G.]
Get your writing crew, get your writing crew
And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who's the illest
Track Name: Follow Your Lead (feat. Quentino)
[Verse 1 - Quentino]
My life is full of situations in the life I'm livin'
But I guess I'm hopin' that I'll be able to find salvation
Probably not in this world, because it's full of material things
That I'm seein' in life's narration
I end up wonderin', Will I ever see another day?
Nothin' every promises tomorrow, from what they be tellin'
Then again, that's what they say
Even my mama had told me that she ain't gonna be here forever
Yet it still brings tears to my face
And I'm just wonderin' if God will ever take me to the gates
Of Heaven, but yet I can't even be able to understand
What's this world gotta do me with me up in its plan?
Can I be an angel, at least for once?
Instead of livin' in this life full of chaos
Where I end up dealin' with a bunch of demons goin' deep into my head
But yet I'm hopin' God that I can follow your lead instead!


[Hook - Joe Budden]
I don't need the money (money), I don't need the fame (fame)
I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain (pain)
I don't need the clubs (uh), I don't need the cars
None of that really matters to me (whoa)
I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain (nope)
I don't want the highs, enough shit on the brain
I don't want whatever's gonna help me be sane
I just wanna follow your lead

[Verse 2 - Quentino]
Wonderin' about the life that I've been livin'---yeah, it's full of chaos
Because niggas is Bloods and Crips and Hoovers
But I guess that's just my life and the end means of situations
Man, I'm just prayin' for all of my family members, I'm prayin'
For my kinfolks that are involved in all of that
Prayin' for everybody that ends up bein' in that
But I guess that's just my life, livin' in these same times
Nowadays I'm wonderin', why am I still alive?
I shouldn't even question God, 'cause he is the main person
That has always ended up givin' me answers and gave me blessings
But I guess that when it came to every other lesson
That I done failed, I end up wonderin'
Am I really payin' attention,
Or am I thinkin' of fishin'?
But yet, y'know what, man? I'm just fishin' off deep in the sea, dodgin' all the sharks,
But yet I'm still hopin' that I can stop and get away from the black ink of the darkness, ya know?

[Hook - Joe Budden]
I don't need the money (money), I don't need the fame (fame)
I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain (pain)
I don't need the clubs (uh), I don't need the cars
None of that really matters to me (whoa)
I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain (nope)
I don't want the highs, enough shit on the brain
I don't want whatever's gonna help me be sane
I just wanna follow your lead

[Verse 3 - Black Smith]
You sayin' follow my lead, follow---follow my lead
Pen in my hand, your word strapped to my knee
That gift that you gave me was the freest therapy
Now the phrases I coin are the freest currensy
Sanity, once a tempest, now the cleanest vision possible
Temper's evened out--- oddly enough my biggest obstacle
Was my own mindset, yeah; my own sword of Damocles
Threatenin' to slice the cells beneath my own damn follicles
The stones life cast at me, the roads I stumbled on
Bumpy that they be, made one hell of a rumble zone
I wrestled with my demons, body-slammed all their tag-alongs
Cleaned the big picture, edited my very own travelogue
The strength to carry on---yeah, I got that from you
Experience the hardest teacher, but it's shapin' my view
On the way toward the top, grass ain't the greenest hue
But I know I won't stay blue as long as I keep on searchin' for the truth

[Hook - Joe Budden]
I don't need the money (money), I don't need the fame (fame)
I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain (pain)
I don't need the clubs (uh), I don't need the cars
None of that really matters to me (whoa)
I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain (nope)
I don't want the highs, enough shit on the brain
I don't want whatever's gonna help me be sane
I just wanna follow your lead

[Outro - Quentino]
They say I've been lookin' for the King of Kings
I can't help but look for him because of this world
It's full of salvationlessness (I guess) and a late feder' rate (just)
Nowadays I'm wonderin' about people of Matrix
I'm too busy bein' all in a fantasy world
Too busy thinkin' about the "main one" kind of girl
But what's the difference of everything?
I don't need even need immaterial things
I don't need...
Track Name: Control (feat. Quay & Quentino)
[Verse 1 - Quay]
The inferior wishin' they were equal
This be your "roll credits", no sequel
Let the slaughter spread amongst the people
Your insecurity speaks, I can hear D'evils
Who the fuck's this nigga? He think he can rhyme
Oh, he think he got bars? Oh, he think he can shine?
Oh, he think he the best cause of a few lines
Let's see if he can even rap just one time...
Let 'em know that Quay is Oklahoma's new smoke
My lyrics be ass crack smuggling coke
Dope shit don't fuck wit it tho
Droppin heaven on ears, this just God's promo
Got me cussin'... Lord knows I'm saved
I'm Oklahoma's greatest... Lord knows I've slaved
Not for the, dough, whips or the chains
But to ride down to Hell, commandeer devil's flame
Outchea channelin the spirit of Trayvon from the grave
Every rapper and artist face Revege Reckonin' Day
But look at me wrong, it'll be your Zimmerman day
Bring your best verse you settle in
I come thru, bring a seven in
Then rest in, peace to the beat
Goddamn, hallelujah...the beat just saw Heaven
My God! How many ways can I articulate?
I'll say it one last time for the ones that's hella late
I'm skilled. I'm ill. I'll kill if you in the way
Till they commemorate me, where the fuck's my holiday?
Me and P.o.P. are the only hope for the OK
Either get behind or get lined up--- no clippers tho'
Still lookin' at me and act like you don't know?
My rhymes jump yours comin' from that short bus painted yellow
Flow so right a Klan member bet on me
Lyrics so wet make lesbians check on me
Like the old Steelers: no rapper ever get a pass
Now excuse me, while I take my foot out the track's ass
(Who the fuck's this nigga?) Shut your ass up
'Fore I get juvenile and back your ass up!
Straight for the gut
Square kick in the nuts
Now who else want it wit us? ...
Thought I was done? Nah, this torture for fun
Hurl a MC; middle solar system turned you to a son
What, that's too drastic?
I'm the type that flick a quarter inna traffic
And yell for the next rapper to catch it...
Hahaha! Yeah... Quaynor!

[Verse 2 - Quentino]
(...and these niggas end up thinkin' that they ready for a real mothafucka!
Though these niggas end up thinkin' that they ready for a real mothafucka...
Y'all ain't ready for shit!
I'm the livin' truth, mothafucka!)
Young boy better get it,
When it came to everything, I admit it
But instead I just admitted that I end up coming in
And end up making sure he felt it
'Cause everything I dealt been dealt with
But I'm just sick and tired of hearing all of these lies on the same track
That they end up putting me in,
You niggas thinkin' you the shit
All of a sudden claiming you was this and you was that
Nigga, you wasn't even this or that! Shut the fuck up for once
But I'm so sick and tired of your ass
I decided to end up putting this shit on the fucking track
When a nigga be going there and I end up adapting that
But instead I can't take it, like a motherfucker made it
You end up thinking you got that reputation
Almost like niggas be United Nations
Who is they to end up thinkin'
That your rhymes are really killer?
But instead you end up thinking that niggas be able to end up killing this shit
When a motherfucker don't go all about it
And say that oh yeah I'm ready I end up shedding these niggas like it ain't nothing at all
Put that anchor upon that ball
But instead I wanna be ballin' like a motherfucking basketball player
But instead these niggas are a bunch of haters
So with that I end up going like Darth Vader
Straight up off that but I'm not evil
You motherfuckers end up hearing of people
But instead I be going like trio
Almost like I got my Heat though, but instead I be looking like kilo
Almost like them niggas compete though, but instead like me though
But instead I be hitting that meter,
Straight up off of that 9mm,
Going off on them niggas that think that they be going off
And then they thinking that I won't be bringing it to y'all
But instead these niggas be thinking that they be ready for everything that I got
Well you know what you niggas be thinking about the the way that I just rock pop lock drop
Niggas, upon that rock, bah! Niggas be on that rock, tah!
Almost like I'm top, line
Who is they to rock lines?
Always that nigga that be ready for everything
Almost a bunch of them hearing about a part of my personification
I don't really care: shred you into nothing but gray matter
But instead you niggas be thinking of shattering glass
Almost like the past did the blast from the past
Or the rash from the gash,
Y'all niggas end up kissing ass like y'all was kissing my lap!
I'm the living truth MOTHERFUCKA!!!

[Verse 3 - Black Smith]
(Blaowck!!!)
Microphone control like the square root of Eazy-E
Cast the stones upfront 'cause the truth is hard to see
Through the lens of a gen on heroin and PCP
Though my lines less blurred, yo' vision still checkered, b
Ain't no pawns on my team, we go by P.O.P.
Fifth king on my side, loyalty's tremendously
Ferrari Populairie, and his creative tendency
Plus QUAY with his quill, capitalize the royalty
Got Doo-Bay on the boards, scratchin' vinyls for the beat
And my nigga CT tryna repaint the Sistine
Now here we all are tryna rock the sixteen
And that's the type of revenge that never tasted so sweet
'Cause they told a nigga once he not cut out for this shit
Then I dropped S.O.D., now sheeple flock toward my shit
I'd drop GALAXY now, but I'm too fly for that shit
But best believe when I do, y'all turn to flies (cuh) I'm the shit!
My word carry weight, so know the track has been ripped
Turn the music up now and spark your lighters at 10
Mortar board been throwed since "Dark Fantasy" spins
Nightmare come to life, thank Dion for the flip!
Coolest kid from a city, that lost its head WAY back
Took a look at the list, crime rites have made my place mAAd
Reviewed the stats, violence outweighs our playback
Still I hope these folks wake up the fire that the state has!
Prophet not accepted in the town where he was raised at?
The past repeats itself, but the present's where yo' pain's at
My boot will always win against these packs of red and blue ants
Try'n' extinguish all the flames I'm 'bout to set off through my rants
Pour the liquor on you hoes, scatch a light, and throw the match
I'm ignorin' all your screams--- third degrees are ya new tats!
Yeah...
What's in store is a concoction of bars and cars
Mixed with pain, anime and some divine spark
Make no mistake, my nigga, we out creatin' art
Just hope your house is in order 'cause I hate playin' cards
And if you down to ride, we shootin' for the stars
Strictly by faith that we made it this far...
Track Name: Pound Cake (feat. Quentino)
[Hook - Ellie Goulding & Wu-Tang]
Ohhhhhh... oooo-wah... ooooo-whyyyyyy, oooooo-yeahhhhhhh
(Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all)

[Verse 1 - Quentino]
Cash rules everything around me, just like the woman's genitals
Only difference is, this the lyrical vehicle
Everybody ends up goin' on' 'bout how the way I'm hypnotized
By this other girl: yeah, she fine, and you know why
But I don't even mean to be able to talk about it
But yet she always ends up makin' me go all about it
But everytime I be wantin' to try and spit a verse
I can't help but think of her and her sweet lips
Her sweet kisses, everything, everyday I think about it
But everytime I'm wanderin', I be wonderin' 'bout it
And everytime that I be thinkin' 'bout it, I can't help
But probably freak out, and shout out, and everythang...
I swear, man, I'm goin' crazy
Ever since, babe, I think about it, like daily
Sex, oh I'm so glad I sent that text
But everything that I thought about: makin' love
To a woman, and let her know that she's a queen
Instead of treatin' her like people upon the pawns
She will be a queen, while I am a king
5th King, ever representin' his queen!

[Hook - Ellie Goulding]

[Verse 2 - Black Smith]
This her beat -- I'm sorry
But her eyes are so starry
Can you blame me? I just had to try
Not above it all, but I'm kinda fly
And my hustle's like a Cooper, bae: I'm kinda sly
How we go from you teachin' me how to strum guitar
To pickin'cherry trees together in Polydor Park
Heh, the Pepper to my Tony Stark
You know it's real when they marvel at our paramour
I figured out long ago the joy is in your arms
This portrait I paint of you, the colors of my heart
Let this flame that ignited be an endless spark
Ironic neither of us could never really stand the dark
A face that always glimmers, the smile never fades
Silk hair, salt skin, how I love the taste
A body so fit, a voice that's so gold
Long as our souls stay young, we'll never grow old

[Hook - Wu-Tang & Timbaland]
(Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all)

[Verse 3 - Black Smith]
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake!
Fresh out the shower, I gotta pound cake
Whet my appetite, I turn Anna Mae
Fell into the lake together, stripped to the waist
You said anything could happen, and it surely did
The biggest mistake never made: I should give you kids
I know it worried you how players never wanna hitch
But it's a whole new world: you are now my rib
Your love and your time, bae, is all I need
For a lifetime worthwhile; let me plant the seed
Only you the one for me, bae: my humble creed
What else can I do for you, 'cept give a bended knee?
Cherish, treasure, respect, protect, and serve
I'm down for that cause, bae: you struck a nerve
Tears weld up, you know love is best a verb
I reply, "I know you care, you ain't gotta say a word..."
Track Name: Successful (feat. Trey Songz, Drake, Dubé & Kreative Tendencies)
[Hook - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Verse 1 - Drake]
Aw yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel ya
They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar
I get it, I live it, to me there's nothing realer
Just enough to solve your problems, too much'll kill ya
And when I leave I always come right back here
The young spitter that everybody in rap fear
A lot of ya'll are still sounding like last year
The game need change and I'm the motherfuckin' cashier
Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed
Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head
Take my verses too serious, you'll hate me
Cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture, no HD
Yeah, I want it all, that's why I strive for it
Diss me, you'll never hear a reply for it
Any award show or party, I get fly for it
I know that it's coming, I just hope that I'm alive for it

[Hook - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Verse 2 - Dubé]
Yeah! I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
Man, I hope---I just hope it's not too stressful
Revel, bask in the glory
I wanna be the next big thing and tell my story
Except whips and chains don't mean nothin'
All I need is to be with my girl who loves me
This is my time: be right, live exceptionally
This is my interpretation of livin' successfully
Count my blessings every night,
Man, I hold my baby extra tight
Throughout life, she's the one who always treats me right
Destiny is what I'm gonna do
Successfully is my how-to
Failed at a lot, but got so much potential
This is a comeback: I'm just tryn'a be successful
And all I have to say is...

[Hook - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Interlude - Publish or Perish]
DUBE: I do believe I've finished.
BLACK SMITH: Yeah! Good job.
DUBE: Hopefully!
KREATIVE TENDENCIES: This is another edition of Austin not giving a **fuck** about shit! Why? Because I'm a pre-med student. A microbiology pre-med student, and I'm stressed all the goddamn time, and this is the only way I can get the stress out! And don't say start smoking, 'cause I've already tried that. It don't help.
BLACK SMITH: Hahaha, it does not!
KREATIVE TENDENCIES: 'Cause it just stresses me out more when I come down from the high because then I be lookin' out for somethin' to eat and ain't shit to eat!!!
DUBE: "And then I get more pissed off!"
KREATIVE TENDENCIES: And if you've never seen me, I'm a big dude... I gotta eat!!!

[Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies]
Cheah! Iced out wrist, yeah model-type chick
Fast car, shopping sprees, nigga; out of country check
Got Vuitton on my belt, Kenneth Cole on my feet
Is this really what success supposed to be?
I mean, I mean, I want the
(Money...) Biiiiiiiiiiitch! (Cars...Clothes...)
Biiiiiiiiiiitch! (The hoes...) I suppose
To make me more, then is this really what I need?
I suppose if this what I need, I gotta get it
I wanna be successful! (Successful...successful...)

[Hook - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Bridge - Dubé]
Yeah! I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
Man, I hope---I just hope it's not too stressful...

[Verse 4 - Black Smith]
Yeah, I want the clothes, cars, cash and the hoes
And I bet I'll get it all off the backs of my flows
Hate can't douse my fire, not even with a hose
But that blouse I see that devil in is definitely hittin' close
To the home that holds my heart---it's throwin' me off guard
This threat to my security could tear my life apart
A part of me comfy, the other side is dark
Got me questioning my loyalties 'fore I even make my start
See, what's relative to royalty is never under feet
But what's relevant to honesty is always my defeat
Now it's got me wonderin' whether not I belong up on this beat
'Cause all these raps about rims got me more tired than the street
So I spill my heart and soul on top of instruments instead
And tell Fatigue "fuck off" as I attempt to stay ahead
'Cause brain will draw the ear even at the expense of rest
And my pen and pad connection are my own ingredients to bread
I want it all!...

[Outro - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
Track Name: Castle Walls (feat. Quentino)
[Hook - Christina Aguilera]
Everyone thinks that I have it all
But it's so empty living behind these castle walls
These castle walls
If I should tumble if I should fall
Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls
There's no one here at all, behind these castle walls

[Verse 1 - Quentino]
Even though I'm not famous I'm still here
Behind Castle Walls and I feel like I will fall
Within the dungeon because I can never just be seen
By other people who believe or have disbelief
Fuck the fame, I don't want it. Just give me at least one mil.
So that way I can fill up the empty stomach of those that are hungry
And that starve and give the money up to charity
So I can call my cousin Charity and be able to give a donation
To my nation we suffering
So many of us in jail; free my Uncle Tony
Him being in jail is bologna
Fuck a tsunami, I want to eat up some soup
Still so broke and yet the poor keep on growing
Who needs to be behind castle walls? Fame ain't shit to me!

[Hook - Christina Aguilera]
Everyone thinks that I have it all
But it's so empty living behind these castle walls
These castle walls
If I should tumble if I should fall
Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls
There's no one here at all, behind these castle walls

[Verse 2 - Black Smith]
The castle's gotten smaller, the circle got wider
The view from here still the same, so spacious and so vital
My life been laid out 'fore my eyes like sheets at a recital
But I lack the drive to compose the soul, feed my own revival
The shadow lurking over me, killin' every vibe, ho
Wonder what would happen if I tore a page out every Bible
And rammed the paper down the barrel of my 18th century rifle
Took that barrel to my chin, pulled the trigger like a sniper
Would I leave behind my troubles, or leave behind the rubble
Of a broken man who ran the race and ma-managed every stumble
Guess it begs the question: Does the world revolve around my struggle
Or would my death here be the needlepoint to other people's bubbles?
Truthfully I know the answer long before I posed the problem
The meaning in my life is in how my absence will have robbed 'em
Of a brother who can change this empty space into volumes
Of work and art and signs; pay attention 'fore you've lost him!

[Hook - Christina Aguilera]
Everyone thinks that I have it all
But it's so empty living behind these castle walls
These castle walls
If I should tumble if I should fall
Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls
There's no one here at all, behind these castle walls

[Bridge - Christina Aguilera]
Nobody knows I'm all alone
Living in this castle made of stone
They say that money is freedom, but I feel trapped inside it all
And while I sit so high up on a throne
I wonder how I can feel this low
On top of the world it's beautiful
But there's no place to fall...

[Outro - Christina Aguilera]
Everyone thinks that I have it all
But it's so empty living behind these castle walls
These castle walls
If I should tumble if I should fall
Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls
There's no one here at all, behind these castle walls.