Ima break it open, take off the mask Got some Rhymes to say and a beat to blast Broken glass everywhere, I’m standing bloody and drunk with a menacing stare, fully flared And you can’t pull me back, you can't step to mines Once I’m on the warpath, come to crash Unspeak scoop me up, make a dash Burn out and just laugh. Broken glass everywhere Yeah, I’m pissing in the streets and I just don’t care x2 I can’t stand this noise, and fuck this heat I can stumble through alleys, just as good as I creep Crushing, Cold fucking it up Life can be a bitch but she ain’t no (what) She can give you things if you put in work But you can't get there all high and beserk Oh she can flirt with success and disaster It all just matters how you grab her by the horns and what your after Chorus So let me stunt, give me a mic Light up that junt, let me get it alright Take flight, the goal locked in my sights I’m a wreck this shop, and at the end slam the mic Seeing white, smashing glass in the night Flashing lights and sirens and cops with mag lights And that’s right Chorus If you need some strength you can have some of mine, I know this road seems rugged, rough and covered in grime. x2 Don’t give up, never comply, and if you need some strength you can have some of mine x2

Sprained my Chakra, car full of happy meal bags Driving through a tunnel of trees planted by my dad Spinning Mary Mary looking clean and let’s strike A Lighting bolt to the brain, heartbeat starts to spike I’m slanted, faded cruising in the whip Tryna scheme with the team on the Cold Rhymes tip Taking sips from the most froze cup Relax spinning tracks and call Unspeak up Meditating with the chaos, coming down all around me I can visualize and see, how it’s all supposed to be Down in the oil, deep in the muck We’re in these strange lit caves Trying our our luck Only thing holding me up's this old mic stand I can win going in, and I got the plan I can say these lines, I can cut and mix I can hold this track, right click and split Straight control the crowd, while I’m ripping some loud I can stomp, I can chomp the top lip off your mouth With these broken teeth, I need to fix mines Don’t even speak when I come to get live I can go in raw and also play the wall, but I try not to do it coming back to crawl I can chug this fifth, I know I probably shouldn’t I can Kung fu kick but I probably couldn’t On a spirit quest, out with the best I’m gonna get this shit right off my chest, a yes yes.

When we make moves, you gotta run quick We don’t give you a chance, kamikazi'n shit Won’t quit, flip tripping the switch, we got the boys in town, throwing goons in a pit Chorus Black mop water, clean cups, get the keys, Lock it up, we can go in, or we can stay stuck, Hit the stage hard, then we straight duck. x2 Dive, dip and let’s dash, we gotta cold rock these mics to get our hands on the cash Dunny smash, it’s spring break robbing chicken shacks, I’m back on my shit and seeing eye don’t bat a lash Let’s grab these keys, let’s hit this road Got the whip full equipped, a packed case load A dozen spots and stops ahead on the map, gotta get these coffees for my mind that’s zapped. Chorus x2 Step into a circle of knuckleheads, they’re chuckling, go in on these riffs, y’all are choking up and buckling, a heckler in the crowd, Just a tolerated presence, y’all forgot that I’m the eye on the mic with the essence I can hold my own, I don’t need to prove nothing, fuck what ya think, Speak N Eye straight stunting We ain’t bunting the ball, Fucking knock it out the park Rap round rock and roll these heads after dark Chorus x4

I've got the whole squad, in the back of my car We've got our thumb drive, and our xlr's They say early is on time, so I'm pushing my ride On I-40, doing 90 in a 65 Trying to do show with the bro's Speak N Eye So we can all rock rock and help you catch the vibe You know that the quest couldn't best the tribe Any mic any night we're the best alive I'm not rushing for clout or a check, you bout it bout it but I doubt you respect The road thrashers hopping cities straight killing these sets, 30 mins left, don't hold your breath, NOS in my right, steering wheel in my left Chasing the horizon, sweat all down my neck, sliding in and out of lanes, I'll try not to wreck Got to the venue, by the skin of our teeth, we were rushing for nothing we were the first on the scene *Well, Damn* Set it off, I bet you heard that before I can pop this lock at the Cold Rhymes store Crimes galore go down, I stood back and said nothing The mans went in, full blast and started something Start bussing, but don’t hurt no one We’re here to shut it down, we ain’t got no guns Outta sight son, hit the leg sweep Eddie Gordo Knock em on their asses, push the pedal to the floor though Keep your cool, we got some hours to ride, some miles in stride, I’m wide awake in the hive Burning rubber on this freeway thinking Relax, ease, slack, sit back, and start thinking Chakra weakened, I meditate on the drive, Stare out into an open road both dead and alive It’s what’s inside that counts, that keeps me going, and I thrive To get out and burn the road up, one more time

{EMCEEIN' EYE} Back it up, mic check, yo, give me some room I gotta whole new thing I wanna show you goons Best to step light, if you don’t wanna get wrecked Ceein eye breaking sweat, on the set, better bet Yes yes, I know I sound correct. But it’s a crime these days, if you wanna cast the net If you speak up your fucked, use a mic go to prison Guess you caught me slipping, running wild and tripping Challenge all the kids to a battle in the square with a solid rock style and it’s hard to compare Truth or dare, dare Say bomb on the mic For no good reason, gotta fight for your right They take the cake, we make off with the crumbs I'ma never stop swinging on you goddamn chumps cause... {PT BURNEM} Unconventional sentiment if the moods right Leave them searching for clues out in the moonlight We go to work out in the hills and keep it elevated Authoritarian regimes do not get celebrated We do not need your agents coming to the show tonight The captain really ain’t got nothing to say about the overwhelming danger that is headed this way no time for information told the people to pray He’s busy working out a method for himself to escape They tell you Life’s a game while we are steady running out of options How many y’all’s playing how many’s just watching How many waiting for the show to begin That math is unbelievable got to do it again {ialive} I’d take that bullshit elsewhere if i was you Or the bookhouse boy’s gonna body you If you aint heard yet, i wouldn't bother dude Cause we're making more noise than sonic youth Brett F hit the deck on the X.L. The mens flex and sms and txt swell They like the way the kid rap cause he dress well Flowers on my shirt and in the barrel of your nextel Peace patch on a military jacket Please pass the auxiliary jack kids Cause ain’t nobody like your picks & I got four bald tires on an icy bridge That’s a metaphor For why I’m headed north And in the grand scheme, i got no need to settle scores Eating petit fours, dizzy from attack drones And when the world end we’ll still get busy over saxophones {HEIGHT KEECH} Night time is the right time, to spark a sound Clocked in, not a soul around True hearts never come unwound Being holed up home, on the sacred ground We move as a team, never move alone We heard the words coming out the cone It's time to rise, we can vaporize, any cartoon mummy in a tomb in stone Since Kurt Schmoke was in charge of the B I've been having routines for the people to see Nothing stops the train, through the acid rain In my buffalo stance, stone free Ricky Creme calls this one Chivas Regal And now I came back to enact the sequel The future's vast, but the past is past Don't use a mic, that should be illegal

I’m up late sneaking on a snack Honey, peanut butter and bananas on the stack In between, two pieces wheat bread to make that mother slap Hoping no one catches me, I’m on a water fast Sometimes you gotta treat yourself, Just can’t sleep Rolling, tossing, turning, tangling up the sweaty sheets Ima creep outside to get a smoke, and take a leak it was so froze, your piss would freeze before it hit the street So where’s this story going? I just don’t know. I like to eat as you can see, in the refrigerator glow Ahh fuck, I gotta wash a dirty spoon. Cause I didn’t do dishes like I’m supposed to in the afternoon. Eat this sandwich while I talk and spit I can hold up the counter with a firm like grip. Take over the kitchen, y’all I’d like to mention. This a food lover's rhyme for those that like to listen

Let me spark it, make it ripple like a waterbed Stroke it all night, feeling broken and dead Hit a lick, now clap, and put something on it My rhymes reign atomic, supersonic who’s on it? You know you want it, don’t think about it and stall Put Height on the beat, peel the paint off the walls Walkin Tall From the spring to the fall, we keep cats on our laps and they crap in the hall Ima bust ass, and even gonna kiss it Sometimes ya gotta get in between the legs of life and straight lick it North Carolina come on and raise up Take your shirt off

Children drinking water in a cell out the toilet Mothers passing notes through a hole in a fence People starving living on top of each other How can this morally make sense? There’s a bunch a monsters at the bottom There’s a mess of demons at the top If I squint yo I think I could hit 'em With a slingshot and a rock Make it stop. Make it stop. I can’t watch. x3

Skating out with the street lights Ima hit this curb, gonna bang this beat right Wait for it, I can come close Gonna come real tight, squeeze right through the bozos Mic ready in the backpack Got chords and a mix, full blast with a half stack I can hit it if your all through, pass it all down Ima say it how I’m suppose to We can see right through you, x ray specs in the deck, you can never come close to Cold rhymes now your minds blue Like a harsh wind, cut you on down to a raw root Route, nah here to shut it down We can beat these drums to a pulp on the mount We can see these dreams straight drown in the sound We can see these seeds planted deep in the ground and sprout Straight hit to miss, gonna sail this ship Even when my whip gets fried and quits Jet to the gate, but I can’t escape Scrape, scrape the plates Check mate Life’s had me beat, but I still drink water dip my toe in the street (Ice Cold, dead motor, no phone, I felt so bad) Hit a patch of black ice I pissed my pants and I sat up real right Now we’re down in a steep ditch Somewhere in Chapel Hill in the stink pits Stench bog, hog shit in the fog In the air, freezing in the dark I’m scared Skateboard to the next exit, no phone all alone, to send a message come get us

The leaves are rustling, cicadas buzzing The key turned in the lock Coming in from a late night shift in the dish pit All day staring at the clock Now that I’m home, the work ain’t done First I peel off my socks Jump in the shower, wash the dirt off my skin Soon I’ll be racing down the block To rock these heads to bed, and gain some cred, and put some worth into my stock Crowds come and go, year in and year out, amazed at the way we jock It’s a hit or miss, if they gave a shit If it was in one ear and out I’m not here for clout, just here to put it down So feet don’t fail me now, come on, come on Feet don’t fail me now Feet don’t fail me now, the best is yet to come, and babe, won’t that be fine? And I’m headed to the city to get live as what. All my stuff stuffed, in a Ryder truck. Headed to the city to get live as fuck. All my stuff stuffed in a Ryder truck, headed to the city to get live as what? All my stuff, stuffed in a Ryder truck, and we’re headed to the city to get live

I got sunshine. On a cloudy day So don’t fade We were made for this We were handed this mess Made for this We were made for this We were handed this mess Made for this We can do it, to it, if we stay strong in our hearts Keep sharp in our minds, and throw a wind to these sparks I know it ain’t easy to hold your breath when shit stinks I believe we can all make it stay connected like links They say the world is much smaller, than we imagine and think I'm thankful for heads, who got my back when I’m weak When I fail, fall off the horse, and tumble down to that creek. When she’s throwing shit off the porch and my guitars in the street When your crying just know, when your hurt way down deep That your not alone, we stick with you through the heat Through friction and fire, I get down on my knees And pray that you’ll hear me and find the things that you seek We were made for this We were handed this mess Made for this We were made for this We were handed this mess Made for this