Gothic Rap Movement

Through Her Eyes Verse1 As we switch eyes, we switch lives; Now I see, how it be, when a creep lies; Honesty is the key, to your deep side; But honestly he likes to treat you like a weak mind; And you already know, who he’s cheatin wit; Everyday you gotta struggle not to kill the bitch; You already hurt, you already pissed; Cus you love him, and you share him with some other chick; And they all judge, Like they know love; Cus you forgive him every single time he shows up; And you aint kill um, you aint stab um, he aint blown up; You let um live for the promise that he grows up; So you pray to god, that one day he’ll see; Your the only one that matters, that’s just how it be; Through the eyes of her, I have learned to see; The burden of a female’s loyalty; Verse 2 Now I get it though, now I understand; How it feels to get abused and still love a man; You choose to let him live, you forgive his hands; For the quote, that he won’t, ever hit again; And even though he does, he don’t change; He blames it on the drugs when he goes insane; We confuse our love, for what is pain. Its hard just to tell, when it feels the same; But no way, no how; You won’t stay hit, cus you stay proud; So You raised up, when he came round; Grabbed the pot off the stove and let it rain down; You enjoy his pain, you love his screams; It brings you the peace, that you really need; Thru her wrath, I have learned to see; The limits of a female’s fidelity; Verse 3 Now I empathize, now I get it though; How it feels to have a baby, and still let him go; You a lady liven crazy, everyday you roam; So you put your Davey baby in a foster home; But dear mom, its all good; Your forgiven for the weight of my child hood; You was liven with a demon, like non could; And my dad was out liven like a bum should; You felt the pain, of what you dealing it; You gotta birth him, but you got no one to leave him with; You aint have the mind, that could love a kid; So left him with the nurse, took off and split; So good bye, see ya mom; We pray one day, you’ll learn to be a mom; In the mean time, We’ll wait and see; If you’re gonna choose death or sobriety;

Lift Yourself (F**K Kanye) Verse 1 I went and made this song yay; You went and did it wrong yay; This beats too street, it needs heat, Fk Kanye; Whats up Kanye? I came to bring the smoke; Wake your ass up, you turning rap into a joke; You dropped out of collage, now you stuck on some dope; Them pills they prescribe got you blind to the folks; You can gain power from heartless shit; But, Jesus don’t walk with Hypocrites; Verse 2 Is this what money grows? What a dummy joke; For his wife, jumped on the knife, and got his tummy poked; That insecure drug, got you buggin with no hope; You went from throwing up the roc, to sniffing up some coke; I’m like damn yay; I was a fan yay; Until you sold out 10 million black slaves; This country; Don’t need that yay; We don’t need white power gaining strength today; And your moms got killed by the dude that you repping; Have you fucking lost your mind? Or addicted to forgetting; Has it ever crossed your mind? That you tripping and regretin? How you stood up to Bush, now you send the same message? VERSE 3 Wig split, sickitty sick; If you flowin like that, you on a tripitty trip; That shits straight hop, without the hippity hip; You know, straight BOO! Without the bibbidy bip; Shrink shrink, blinkitty blink; I’m here to make you sync, and fix how you think; Just follow me son, I’ll have you mentally linked; I’ll be the dad you never had; Ray West in a mink; And yea it might be wrong to bring family in it; But this is how we take care of our family business; And Chicago is hurt, but you the one who did it; Obama had a whole country, you had one state with in it;

VERSE 1 And If they ever told you less, sorry man, they lied to ya; Cus we are the embodiment of everything inside of ya; We are all the ugliness, we are what is driven ya; We are the blood stain left from what died in ya; And we demand acknowledgement, you can’t go ignoring us; We deliver punishment, ignorance aint cool with us ; No more can we deal with it, now you gotta deal with us; We are the consequence for the wars you lust; So HI! Lets give it a try; I know you never wanna do it unless you do it for vines; No doubt, we talking wilding out; But not that shit that you be snapping and posting for klot; We are the change thats left, We are the change to come; We are the toll that you pay, for the way you raise your son; We are the abstract, wrath, of a stranger’s gun; We are the message from the one; We are.. HOOK1 VERSE 2 And we remain the ugly truth; Always here to punish you; Raised in the boogie bronx, came from some toxic soup; Grew on a metal spoon; Multiplied my levels to; Sell the most dope; Busting moves, in the zone of schools; And I aint never think its cool; I lived by funny rules; We never pick the place, we let the money choose; If a dealer is the devil, let the devil thru; Cus I came to break the mold, and introduce you to; We, the monsters you see; The ones that learned to sell, cus even hell has a fee; We, The monsters to be; The future generations born in poverty; And I’m the lead singer, we got god on the guitar; Obama on the drums, cus Trump is in the ER; We cracked hm down the middle, like we rolling up a cigar; Sorry high society, its just the fact that we are; HOOK 2 VERSE 3 What is voting really getting us; Leaders never stepping up; We here to bring change, and make the NRA scared of us; Your gun control was made to rust; I aint gotta say it trust; The monsters you create today, return with a murder lust; Don’t just be mad at the killa, be mad at your self; Be the change you wish to see, and clean your mental health; What you could be, is found in dreams, not wealth; Stop complaining about the problem and find a way to help; But in the mean time uhuooo; I put it on my tattoo; We are the karma that that racism got you; Now we like E. I; To the big and small and knee-high; Wake up out your sleep, we got grown men to make cry; When your insights stuck at looks, you don’t really see far; If you think its soft to feel, you can’t really be hard; If you can’t love us all, than you can’t really be god; Sorry for the truth we bring, its just the fact that we are…

Built For Love (F**K TRUMP) VERSE 1 Hey, Whats up; We can see you just woke up; Take it easy B; Take a seat; Just hit this weed and smoke up; We so glad that you showed up; Cus not all of you wake up; Some deny the dream, some die in they sleep, not everyones built for love; But you; You new; You’ll fight lies and spread truth; You will organize the youth; And revitalize their roots; You will strategize the crews; And unify those dudes; Cus every color mixed in one, is the shade of the flag that rules! That’s right, you’ll fly it; In riots; Given hope to those who can’t buy it; You will grow and show them Zion; Teach them Incas, Aztecs, Mayans; Cus The same land they died on; Is where Harvey and Irma cry on; And when Trump, said Good Luck, Your conscious got to fly on; HOOK 1 Impeach that chump! Say what? Fuck Trump! VERSE 2 If you don’t fight back, you condone it; If this is your life, you should own it; You don’t have rights, and you don’t know it; Just another puppet to the strings that they holdin; Piniocio; Don’t you know; You’ll get tossed off this great rodeo; You can’t ride this wave, cus it only goes; To the days of the slaves and the holy ghost; And you should know, the things they preach; Are just as fake as the books they teach; They kidnapped christ and got him bleached; They use your tide, to keep looking clean; No shag! Straight Facts; Your 10% gets trashed; Your pastor skims the stash; He calls that labor wage and tax; And you, get gassed; You think, you safe, from wraith; You can’t pay your way, thru the pearly gates, You judged on the days you had; HOOk 2 I hope you, stood up; Screamed what fuck; Impeach that chump, Scream what? Fuck Trump; Get mad, get pumped, get high, get drunk; Do not comply, just cry, Fuck Trump; Verse 3 Aint you tired, of always losen; Always dien, in wars of they choosen; Our lives denied, for the funds they looting; No mental testing for the guns, they shooting; Well hey; Bless the USA; Where you can only be brave, if you own a gauge; And the only way, you can make a change, Is to gun down strangers in a major way; So gun control is like; Bare arms are our rights; Who can argue with that? Cus aint it a fact? Constitution’s always right; But no, that’s wrong; That paper’s fucking old! It was written by some men, who thought slavery was gold; I’m just saying that they minds, weren’t evolution grown; We should re-write all the laws, and reject the lies they told; HOOK 3: But 1st stand up; Impeach that chump; Get real, unstuck, scream what? Fuck Trump; We’ve had enough; In us we trust; We’ll lead, our selves, we must, Fuck Trump; END

Reminded of You No matter what I say, no matter what I do, I’m reminded of you; No matter where I stay, no matter where I move. I’m reminded of you; Even though we split, no matter who I’m wit, I’m reminded of you; The love for you lives, but hurts when it is, reminded of you; VERSE 1 No bull, born to the sign; Make a Taurus fall in love and he’ll love you till you die; No lie, but you wonder why; I hit you up, late night online; Well thats fine, I don’t mind, thats cool; I know lately , you been keeping your mind on school; Quit frankly I been trying to keep my mind off you; But every time I do; I get reminded of you! Like, yo Dave; That chick you used to slay; Has been doing way better, since the day you went away; She had a few lovers, had a baby by a lame; But now she’s living single, says she’s interested in dames; My G, I should block you, just for mentioning her name; Just the thought of her face, brings me heartache with the painl I’m a want to call her up, and mention all these things; Thanks for the reminder, of the feelings that she brings; HOOK 2 Verse 2 You just hit me on the gram, damn you wrong; You shouldn’t make moves on me, when I’m trying to move on; I mean you shouldn’t spark fire, when its time to cool off; Plus I thought you was happy, moving on to new thoughts; You think about me, like I think about you; But you upset, cus I’m content, how i can live with out you; Not taking into fact, I been suffering too; Pain always comes back , when the fronting is thru; But, move past, try to do that; You caught up in some feelings, and they holding you back; Distance brings healing, so I’ll never move back; I left the boogie down, you still stuck where you at; They seem to care more, when you not around; Honey, thats the only reason that you calling me now; I was this close, to forgetting how you sound; It reminds me of the reason why I left that town; HOOK 3 Verse 3 You obsessed with the life, from back in the days; You were Born as a slave, to your past and your ways; Take a look back; I’m your friend, cooked crack; A symbol of the day. when you used to move smack; Get back to your ways, dont you wanna do that; You getting minimum wage, mother fucker, screw that; True that, I rather do that; All this slow life liven, got me missing you back; Makes me wanna move back; They like, who that; They forget that you a kill, until you do that; Don’t make me prove that; Cut throat the new jack; Post on the bench, and bring the crew back; If I pursue that, You won’t get your loot back; Please pray I forget, and I never move back; My reply to the game, don’t deny the truth; Aint no body eating if I’m reminded of you; END

Egyptian Hieroglyphics Thats my whooo sa; Sad tay my dami; Whata ta; This is what im teaching ya; Egyptian hieroglyphics, let me speak my Ra; HOOK Is what I’m blessed to say; Cus No body in the park got shot today; Man, this day was nice; Nobody got arrested or lost they life; I gotta thank you lord; Today, there was no need to rob from the store; I guess we owe it god; Cus we all stop praying when we get what we want; Verse 1 Well i guess It seems, thats when we pray the least; When we get, what we need, we forget our peace; We only know Gods name, when we feeling grief; Or when we this close to dien, in them evil streets; Thats why I thank my god; For everything I got; And everything I Don’t have, I need it not; All i need is for my peeps, to see the plot; And wake up before they break up, what our cultures got; You know thats all thats left; You know, the way we dress; All we do is set trends, but we think we less; We don’t love our selves, we create our stress; Not knowing that this whole time, we been blessed; This message right here, is for the mixed kids; Rich people pay for that color your skin gives; So learn to love yourself, cus they hate that shit; That type of love, that could give faith, to an atheist; HOOK 2 VERSE 2 I know them hieroglyphs, i studied ancient text; And it all say the same shit, become your best; We became sick and tired, and scared to rest; Our ancestors gave us answers, but we fear the test; Become involved with self, you must evolve yourself; Number one rule, Love you, more than wealth; And any hand you dealt, tighten up your belt; Stand on your own two, and embrace whats felt; Cus that anger pain; helps a man to change; Real things get done when you mad insane; I know my dream is strange and a lil deranged; But aint that the same, as how our president reigns; I mean dude, aint true; Now the circus is ran, by the clown from the tube; We so obsessed with fame, even more than the truth; We voted for a dummy who promotes the abuse; HOOK 3 But still I pray; Forgive us lord, for our hateful ways; We aint liven right; We record each other, instead of breaking the a fight; We are sorry Christ; We accepted a history written of lies; I guess we owe it to God; Cus we sold away our freedoms, directly to frauds;

Revolution music on the rise!! Check out true motivation! Non Compliance Verse 1 I seen a young child die, but I still comply; I never ask why, I just stay in line; I do what I’m told, I don’t speak my mind; But this war takes its toll, and I need to find; Some piece of mind; on why they need die; All these bodies building up, but whats the bottom line; Whats the reason why; You need to feed me lies; I’m fighting a war too, its called a 9 to 5; I’m just a common man; I be eating roman and; Chopped cheese, gotta keep it cheap everytime I can; I don’t got a dime to spend; I just got a line of men; And each one of them, want in, on some heroine; Devil at the door, but I can’t let him in; Gotta learn to live poor, cus its better than; That world that they want us living in; They got you thinking that hate, is American; But no dude, no salute; I can’t respect me a country that condones abuse; The system been broken, and the cops is loose; And my people still dien, and denying the truth; But thats fine; Cus some are gonna rise; Some will get together and no longer will comply; If peaceful revolution is something you deny; A Civil revolution will be conjured and revived; Verse 2 But we look past the man who aint got a home; And we hate their protest, cus they block the road; And we fear the projects, cus of what we told; Not knowing that the poor, keep a heart of gold; We refuse to spend our money here, right at home; We don’t support home grown, we let the fetti roam; We the ones without love, liven plenty cold; Marching to the same beat, until the day we old; Left foot, right foot, keep walking; Better to stay in line, than the lines they chalking; Comply or die, are the lies they talking; Cus they fear one thing, and that’s the uprise rocking; And when change starts knocking; We hit the door, lock it; But we hide in vain, cus ignorance can’t stop it; Revolution everywhere, but here, we just watch it; We rather fight on Youtube, with strangers over comments; They only care, from far away: Cus they scared to be Malcom or JFK; So the cops keep killing, even to this day; And the systems so broke, they help them get a way; And that hurts; our systems made of dirt; But we still like to vote, and sware that it works; I stand a toy soldier, refusing to convert; When compliance comes to death, revolution comes to birth;

Shanghai Verse 1 They kidnapped my girl, cus they wanna know what I know; But she aint a snitch. been a rider from the very go; Back when we was kids, she was always my Rosario; Dawson, Now I’m jumpin out the window like i’m fuckin joe; Now I’m feeling like Tom Cruise after Katty homes; I regret, that I ever let my lady roam; Switch; We want a 100grand, and what you fixin on; Give up the Blueprint, or you could kiss her gone; Switch; Shit, that aint shit, see that chick that you sleepin on; Aint scared of shit, Age of 6, she was feeding mom; Born in the struggle, used to rumble when she get it on; Nuns used to beat her arm; So she turned her cheek to god; Never gets to speakin on; My secrets, she will keep um gone; She aint gonna tell you how I move or who I’m moven on; Moneys what you want? Than fuck it man I’m on the way; Question her again, and I guarantee she’s gonna say; VERSE 2 So I kicked in the door; Ready for the war; Eaten a chopped cheese sandwich, from the bo daga a store; Like a back room thats at a bo daga store; I’m gonna have these cats, fuckin sleepin on the floor; I seen one scared, looking nervous in the paint; So I threw a bag of money, in his motherfuckin face; Better calm that down, I’m here for my babe; Yall got what y’all wanted, now y’all given her to me; But theres 3 of us, and only one of you I see; And, since we got the drop, we gonna put her on her knees; We will violate her life, and record it for the creeps; So for the right price, than anyone can see; But you know my baby, she wasn’t haven that; Spit the razor out her mouth, as she slit him from the back; Fresh out my sandwich was a Taurus Curve gat; That laid one down, with the sound, of a blast;

Gothic Rap continues with the NEW HIT Fight Back the Lies! Give a quick listen and gain the inspiration needed to make a true change.. What lies will you accept today? Beat produced by DJ FOH!! @TRAPIFYMUSIC on Twitter Fight Back the Lies We must stand up, or one day we’ll die; They can’t stand us, Cus we still alive; Rape and brand us, They enslave our minds; With gimmicks we trust, we accept their lies; Verse 1 I still can’t decide, who’s the worst deceiver; The 1 percent achiever; or the blind believer; There used to be a time, when the blind could lead ya; Now the blind, lead the poor, to the store, for sneakers; You reap what you sow, now you owe the reaper; He gonna need them souls, Sorry, you can’t keep um; Who would of known, selling clothes was evil; When you control the price, you control the people; I seen, bros get jacked, for the clothes they had; Seen girls get jabbed, for a Louie V bag; Aint that sad, all that money that you had; Could of went to your kids, they was needin’ that bad; They dreaming of the tags; Fiendin’ for the bag; They would die to be cool, down to bleed for the cash; They kill for for the fashion, murder over fads; Sneak thiefin mommy or stealin from they dad; Verse 2 And That need, turns greed into wrath; Now your kid’s in the street, sellin crack; Prioritize, focus on your path; Material things don’t last; Don’t confuse them, bring the truth in; Judge a man, by the work that he put in; Cus i seen a rich man, in the bookins; and he look how the rest of us, lookin; Switch: That’s right, money over life; Is the motto that they sell, and you fell for it right; To hell with your rights, sell um for a price; Freedom’s over rated, don’t you want them new nikes? Yea you got these sneaks, but you need off white; Forget the truth, you bought the same shoes twice; That’s right , bend to trend; Sell out to make it, is the message that we send; Hook2: But, We must stand up, or one day we’ll die; They can’t stand us, Cus we still alive; Rape and brand us, They enslave our minds; With gimmicks we trust, we accept their lies; Verse 3 It’s like revolution every where, But here; We live inside the machina, we part of the gears; To keep us from fightin, they start with out fears; Like, how treating your own cancer’s an illegal idea; Now its cool to be a dummy? We all mannequins? You need to stop those trends, and be a man again; You can catch me on a boat, full of cap-i-tans; That means I’ll be with the leaders, when you lost the land; Switch: So fam, what’s your back up plan? You a leader of the lost? Or the lost that ran? Cus one day, the solution at hand; will come from an army, of the damned; Will you stand? or fall to the man? Will you answer the call or crawl in the sand; Life’s too short, for that fence you ride; You need to pick the right side, and fight back the lies; END

And here we are.. Down to my last.. Check it out and show love and support for Gothic Rap and Dark poetry! Down To My Last Verse 1 I’m the devil incarnate, when I’m down to my last; All I bring, is the carnage, cutting throat for the cash; I put the people up on it, now they all sellin crack; But when I had to do it, they all had a laugh; I guess you goin thru it, now you know the half; Now you know, what road I chose, desperate for the cash; Never judge the one you see, eatin with a mask; Cus that could be, you my g, down to your last; I guess you really never know; Maybe when you poor and broke; Maybe when you feeling, how you liven, gots to really go; If you tryin to blow, you gotta hustle, gotta stretch your flow; Back to the wall, ashy knuckles don’t accept a no; If they wanna tussle, and they muscled, well let it show; That 1 2 game, brings you fame, you already know; And If you don’t know, Than you aint down; And this song aint for you, you can’t relate how; It feels, when you need a meal; Haven’t eaten all day, almost ready to kill; Ready to bully your way, into another one’s deal; If they don’t share that plate, it gets taken for real; You gotta split that sale, i’m down to my last; Its been slow as hell, and I’m down to my last; No I can’t take shorts, I’m down to my last; Yes I will extort, when I’m down to my last; Verse 2 I paved the way for many men, but none of them can match my fee; The plug gotta offer insurance, when he contract me; The bar is set to none, for any one, who comes after me; You can ask Black, Ice, tony dutch, or Swiggy D: If I’m ever down on luck, I’m posting up, you stuck with me; If your name aint X or Rush, than I don’t recognize your G; If you aint Ray or jiggavelle, Than you must be weak; If you aint Bobo or Trell, you aint as tough as me; I don’t know that other dude, why he ask whats up with me; Knowin I don’t fuck with you, good luck to you, don’t ask for me; You don’t even really care, you just hate the fact I’m me; You just hate i did it great, and never had to ask you please; Never had to ask for help, never had to join the Bs; Only needed slugs and tooch, SBC, and West Fetti; Triz Unit all the way, since the day, we all agreed; Your brother stays your blood, even if your brother makes you bleed; They called me Killa G, cus everyday I am; Murderin the hustle game, in every way I can; Everyday, dressed in black, chillin wit D-Man; An example to the land, of how a Village raise a man; But the hood cant protect you, when I’m down to my last; I’ll rob your niece and nephew when I’m down to my last; Careful who you step to, if I’m down to my last; I’ll Pocket check your corpse, and be off, with the stash; Verse 3 I was young and growing up, always growing hunger pains; Never really ate enough, never had another plate; Mom was never shown up, she comin home another day; There was like 10 of us, and none of us were shown a way; Liven real shameless, way worse than the show today; Everyone was Monica and Frank in the roles they played; Used to give me ritoline, and since that day, drugs have stayed; Predicaments they put me in, were detrimental to how I’m raised; Fiendin for a come up, born broke, fetal syndrome came; Soon as I stepped out the womb, doomed to a fate; Of always wanting more, cus the poor know no other way; When we down to nothin, we turn something, into ways that pay; Down to my last, but its nothin, cus the shit can change; I can hit the hood, for twenty minute, and flip and 8th; I’m always good when I’m in it, and I come out great; I’m always Snatchin funds, from those ones, who don’t come out late; And if you got a problem, don’t tell it to my face; Id rather that, behind my back, or else I’d catch a case; And the first time you sell, to my clients you erased; Your first will be your last, and the last, of your mistakes;

Reality is prescription, but your perception is misconstrued! Check out Real Life! A huge blow to the way people are liven right now. Real Life Verse 1 I’m like hold up no; All that trash has got to go; Yall need to come around, Stop dumbin down, to that Kim Kardashian show; Yall would sell y’all soul, to lick the toe, On Kim Kardashian’s socks; I figured, if I said, Kim’s name enough, maybe then this song might pop; They like, hold up G; A rapist could of been in her; But theres kids out there, get rapped everyday, and no one lifts a finger; The only thing, that you care about; Is which teen mom is pregnant now; What you dien to see, aint reality, But one day that is gonna come around; HOOK You can’t do that in real life, guess what you just lost your job; You can’t do that in real life, guess what he just broke your jaw; You can’t do that in real life, guess what you just broke the law; You can’t do that in real life, don’t copy what you saw; You can’t do that in real life, that aint hip hop or love; You can’t do that in real life, one day they’ll pull your bluff; You can’t do that in real life, no ones gonna break y’all up; You can’t do that in real life, wear that you’ll get stuck up; Verse 2 Whats trendy, new? A lil girl that blew; Screamed cash me out, cursed her mother out, even wild out in school; But that, aint new; They always give attention to; Things that make um think, secretly, I’m smarter than this fool; But chill thats false, you get smarter when you read; I’d say you just as smart as Jocelyn, fused with Cardi B; Cus you be watching stuff, about falling in love, and copy what you see; If you were lucky enough, to have so much sex, you’d be blessed with stds; I’m like, oh my god; Cant believe the things I see; We put fame before beliefs, and got a chief celebrity; If its that easy, than please invest in me; Cus I can lead you down, a better path, with out the bigotry; Whats life? There is, no forgiveness, for cheating; Whats life? You can’t, ever shit, where you eaten; Whats life? You can’t go around, always beefin; Whats life? ; Don’t attempt, a percent, of what you seein; Hook You can’t do that in real life, guess what you just broke your arm; You can’t do that in real life, leave those kick flips to Rob; You can’t do that in real life, you can’t just hit your mom; You can’t do that in real life, what type of shit you on; You can’t do that in real life, your looks just aint enough; You can’t do that in real life, gotta pay your dues in clubs; You can’t do that in real life, you can’t just purchase love; Don’t confuse it with real life, that shits destroying us; Verse 3 Just slow, your role; A real man wants a lady; A sex tape, aint gonna make you great, to your kids, you gonna look crazy; Fugazy, for real; Your kids are gonna think eww; What a whore, my mother is, not even dad was in the deal; That’s Life; your past, comes back, with a price; That’s right; You reap, what you sow, so grow it right; Last time; That I warn you, if you don’t listen, its on you; That life, is addicting, but fiction, sold as truth;

Take a ride on the dark side and read some chapters from the Book of Dark Poetry! #brucedrucker #gothicrap #killag #darkpoetry Dark Poetry Verse1 Ok Now, but this story; Is rated G, for Gory; In this town, with no glory; Every one, around, was phony; And then there, was Corey; Who lived in this town lonely; He was lost, like Dory; Until he found, Dark Poetry; Then Corey, was inspired; He was tired of being sick and tired; Grabbed a pocket knife, and a lighter; Then headed off to school with the liers; At lunch time, when the class ate; All they heard, was the sound of how a glass breaks; There was Corey, and some classmates; All taken out there lighters at a fast pace; Hold on Teacher, don’t take no step; We just burned these books, we should burn you next; For being a puppet, and teaching this text; When you filtered out knowledge, you created this mess; Verse 2 Now calm down, next story; Now this is the one about Lori; Poor Lori, was like poor me; She wished that she never joined the army; She used to hide out, in libraries; To take her mind off of the kids that she barried; She’s has a real heart, and its sorry; Next thing, she found Dark Poetry; Then one night, while they sleepin; Lil Lordi grabbed her gun and got to creepin; She broke in, where they keep in; All the mother’s that they captured on the weekend; Right by them, were the children; Left orphans, due to all the killin; She released them, She freed them; But the Army had the drop, on where to meet them; Chill out Lori, don’t you move! We got a sniper on deck, and he’ll shoot them too; Then Lori held up, her phone as proof; We on Facebook live, take my life on the news; Verse 3 Now relax, last story; Heres one about a cop yea the police ; And the man’s name, was Maurice; 2 years on the force, making no peeps; Making no sounds, standing by weak; He condones the abuse, from his colleagues; The profiling, he could never see; Until he found Dark Poetry; And then one day, on a car ride; His partners stopped some kids from the south side; Even cops steal, when its hard times; And he picked an easy target cus they dark guys; His partner says, please step outside; I can smell the weed, plus you ran a stop sign; But the kids knew, they were robbed twice; About to be another victim to a cop heist; Now hold on partner, you can’t rob them kids; Maurice got the gun out, close to his ribs; If I stand back and let you, abuse your power; I’ll be judged, just as you, in my darkest hour; LAST: Now good night, go to sleep; Close your eyes, and enter your dreams; When you wake up, you will know peace; And can pass on the book of Dark Poetry

When Evil Calls is the new fire hit from Gothic Rap! Listen carefully and express your empathy.. When Evil Calls Verse 1 I wake up to the morning sun; Another boring run; Sold all my drugs away, I pray this day I’m done; No more with the re up, no more with the flips; I can’t be a drug dealer, and give advice to the kids; Plus these dudes out here, it aint right how they live; They either sellin fake krillz, or they steal or they snitch; And the end of all this; There’s no one, that’s gonna miss; How hard, that you went, for the game that you in; *Evil But chill man killa think; You gonna swim or sink; You can’t make it out there, they don’t care a wink; They wouldn’t bat an eye; They never satisfied; And you kill those people, with that type of mind; You need take your time; Take a brake and find; That you can profit off of death, when you stick to crime; You need to stick to mine, You know, the ways of I; Our I will follow you, until the day, you lay and die; VERSE 2 I wake up in the crack of noon; Its gonna happen soon; The final test, I gotta take, to get out this school; I’ll get out this hood; Maybe college could; Give me the opportunities that no one would; Out here, it’s just goodbyes; I seen my best friend die; I seen the best, fall to stress, and the rest get high; I seen the message god; About the mess we got; You gotta make it out or die, that’s the lesson huh; Evil* But guess who’s gonna miss you kid; The one that knows the shit you in; The one, that you run from’s, the one, that’s been listenin; I know your blissful win; And what you wish for in; So stick with me now, I’ll give though, thy every sin; You just wanna succeed, I know what you going thru; So I made your ex girl, call and say she’s coming thru; She just found a pound of weed, sell it’s, what you gonna do; That’s the only graduation, that you ever going to; Verse 3 I wake in the dark of night; I cough and fight; Addicted to a drug, that could cost my life; No more RUSH in sight; I flushed it down the pipes; Feelin sickened, now I’m kickin’ Gotta pay the price; I aint liven right; But i’m a live despite; I gotta make it out this pain, and make it to light; In hopes they might, forgive my ways; Or at least let me fix, what bridge remains; You need to treat yourself; Never cheat yourself; You never know, when you’ll go; You don’t need your health; Think about your past; Lets get numb to that; Lose most of what you feel, and have fun with that; Don’t worry about them, they aint worried about you; They don’t really wanna help they wanna judge what you do; But if you ever listen, just know its true; I’ll be right back around, cus the evils in you;

Gothic Rap continues with another Dark poetry story.. Falling Apart! Check it out and show love and support Gothic Rap! Falling To Pieces VERSE 1 It’s our love that remains confused; What was once trust, became abuse; Now we don’t have much, what remains is you; Cus you took all of me, and destroyed it too; And yes i’m hurt, I’m the same as you; but I must move on and stay away from you; Cus time only heals, when you make it thru; And I can’t make it out if I stay with you; And we don’t know each other, we just strangers who; Fell in love with the rush, and the danger too; Stay in a commitment, where anger rules; We aint play the game, we just played the fools; We should of known better, Right from the start; That we could never, fix our hearts; We hurt each other, we lost our spark; Now When we come together, We fall apart; Verse 2 Life aint fair; Pain disappear; You should expect these things in the game of care; You get in my heart, but can’t breath the air; So think of all the times, that you died in there; How many times can I bring you back; I mean you got more lives than an ally cat; How many times did we tussle scrap; It seemed like, every time when I hustled crack; When I’m on the grind she like to muscle back; I cant pay her much attention, so she takes off mad; Lil shorty where you going, now you holdin me back; And you damn well know, that you holdin the packs; All these games, that we’re in; No one earns, no one gains, no one wins; We hurt each other, we lost our spark; Now When we come together, We fall apart; VERSE 3 What feels worse, than a love thats lost; Maybe when you still in it and aint call it off; Remember pain and disappear, gotta pay that cost; Gotta learn from mistakes, just embrace your lose; Don’t get stuck in limbo, in a love thats bad; You should let him know, you don’t love him back; Cus a man might flip, and not give you a pass; On the day you decide, you gotta leave him fast; He thought you addicted and everything; But you, really, aint feeling anything; You numb to his touch, and want better things; So you left out the house and never said a thing; She left her home, She left a note; She left for the life that she never known; We hurt each other, we lost our spark; If we stay together, We’ll fall apart;

Some love just aint real love. Some things just should never be done.. Check out That Aint Love from the archives of Gothic Rap.. That Aint Love Verse 1 Girl, Why you even trying; Its hard to love myself, stop your lien; What you really after? A daddy for your bastard? Scouting for a player like an NBA drafter; I’m looking to get laid; You looking to get paid; Scaren Davey wit a baby, hopen maybe Davey stay; But that’ll happen never, sorry no way; I seen the outcome of a family, liven minimum wage; The only time, you’ve ever seen me, get a new trade; Is when the plug, got a double up, flip of the yay; See my flow is the dealers type; You could never deal wit like; Me getting arrested, anytime that you sleep at night; I’m not the creepin type, I can treat ya right; But don’t say love, cus loven me, aint an easy fight; Never use love, as a way to keep a man; When you just collecting us and every flavor that you can; Verse 2 Chill ma, that aint right; I see the way that you liven, and that aint life; You like to ransom your children, and that aint nice; If you don’t collect his check, than daddy’s trife; But think what you teachin; Every time you keep in; The kids away from daddy, just because they dad aint eating; Money over love, Lessons how to scam; How to pimp out your ovaries and sell out your fam; Nah ma, that aint real; You need you a sucka, for a lover and that aint kill; I mean That’s just a kid lady, that aint cuffs; If she traps you with a baby, than that aint love; You trappin wit babies, He’s trappin wit drugs; A recipe for failure, all it takes is a bust; Try to think about the kid, how its life’s gonna suck; Reproductions just an option, its never a must; That should of taught you a lesson, that dude that ran; He aint ready for a baby, he’s barley a man; No patience for the future, he’s liven hand to hand; He’s stickin to his service, cus he hates your family plan; Well there he goes, another one slide; But you still liven selfish, still wanting the kid; But the kid aint ask for that; All that aftermath; Of you, thinking love, is a game, where you ask for cash; Verse 3 That aint cool; She still liven off of death, but that aint new; 500 for an abortion? aint that foul? I mean, aint planned parent hood, handin them out; I don’t mean to be rude, but you buggin; Usen a kid for a come up, aint hard, it aint nothin; And no, them feelings that you show, they aint loven; You just tryin to turn a lil nuttin into something; Aint that sad; That baby got it bad; Born to a mother, who goes crazy on the dad; Born to a father who never wanted that; But got backed into a corner, now resents the kid he has; And the part that’s really sad, you portray it like it love; But you taint the definition, you betray the meaning of; When consumption is miss used, the truth is leading up; We gonna see how much she loved you, when them lawyers meeting up;

Gothic Rap continues with Now You Just Some Body! A quick story of betrayal and creative revenge! Show love and support for #gothicrap #justsomebody Now You Just Somebody VERSE 1 Do you remember when? Back in, like, summer 10; We became lovers then; Never was each other’s friend; We was bugging then; Fuckin like no other can; But the whole time, blind, to each other’s sin; I think that’s where we messed up most; Instead of building respect, we chose sex and coke; Instead of saying how we feel, we made threats and jokes; They say, when you love fast, the break ups slow; So.. This time, I’m gonna scout you out; I’m gonna have a crack head, posted out your house; Last week I found a wallet, hangin out your couch; And now, I can’t trust, what comes out your mouth; So.. I’ll expose you as a hoe; I got a crackhead outside, with a camera for the show; He called me on time, and said the dude was in your home; So I kicked in the door, and put the tooley to his dome; VERSE2 I should a knew better, should of known your vibe; Should of known your type, was to hoe and to lie; Should of known your kind, had a no good mind; Now say hi to the camera, you on Facebook live; We gonna stream the 1st murder, for the whole west side; And let the whole hood know, how you chose to die; Somethin in your mouth, cryin on your knees; Just a standard position, for a THOT that’s in need; Look what you did, you got that new dude dead; You take responsibility, for who you spread; If it’s off wit your panties, It’s off wit your head; See you lose all respect when you offer your bed; Temple to the lead, but you aint gonna die; See, letting you live, gives me more of a high; The pain that I give, is my moral goodbye; You tried cuttin’ me off, now i’m cuttin all ties;

Gothic Rap continues with another installment of pure fire and inspiration. Shadow Call! All my dark1s, step into the light, show um just how many of us, there really is! Shadow Call Verse 1 All I wanna know, is what role you play; Who knows your past, who knows your name; Who knows your growth, who knows your change; Who knows you’re broke, who knows your pain; I do, cus I am; I’ll lead you, to my land; I’ll teach you, they need you, when they treat you, so violent; Keep hopen, keep grinding; Keep workin, remind them; That one day, you’ll get right, and be right, beside them; Or over them, they looked over you; You gotta push your luck, scream fuck what they told to you; You need a colder you; Not that older you; One who’s gonna fight back when they scolding you; They wanna hold you down, and control your fate; But you smarter now, cus you know what’s hate; You in the shadows now, and you can peep the fake; This a shadow call, to unite my race; VERSE 2 Are you a killa g? Or just a vic; Are you a leader of the lost, or the lost we miss; Yea we miss you son; And all that shit you done; Won’t be forgiven, that lie, would be an easy one; But, You can live for redemption; And try to bring some attention; To the things, they say not to mention; Like, How they riged our minds and elections; Unite the dark; Confront the frauds; Reject the lies, Help the lost; Open eyes, realize the cost; When you sell your soul, to hell you’re tossed; You just a slave, who never knew they boss; They made you loose your faith, they made you hate the cross; But I summon forth, and I conjure all; As I wake them up, with a shadow call;

Part Green Part Black Verse 1 That’s not what you raised up; But that’s how i came up; We could never change luck; We gotta make ways, to make change, to change us; Just like dad; I can see, it makes your heart sad; Mama Please, this is where my hearts at; This is how i bleed, part green part black; VERSE 1 All them nights, I never came back, I was trappin packs; All them burns on my fingers, came from baggin crack; All them marks on my hand, came from clappin back; I got enemies out there, that’s why I stay in black; Don’t get it confused, I don’t ask for consent; I just owe you the truth, on how I come up with the rent; This is how I pay the bills; This is how you stay with wheels; Car notes from coke, and the cable, well it came from pills; Drug money everything; But You aint gotta pay a thing; Cus you let me smoke in the house, and you don’t say a thing; For the love you show; I’m a let you know; Mom, I do push O’s, for that Weed I smoke; Don’t be mad that your booy’s out dealin dope; Cus I’m the best to ever do it, you should see me go; When hard times come, funds are critical; Please accept that your son is, a criminal; HOOK2 That’s not what you raised up; But that’s how i came up; We could never change luck; We gotta make ways, to make change, to change us; Just like dad; I can see, it makes your heart sad; Mama Please, this is where my hearts at; This is how i bleed, part green part black; VERSE 2 You sent me to school, and hoped for the best; But I always took a detour, straight to the west; Gettin a different kinda learning, everyday was a test; I got straight As, all they gave me was checks; Check plus.. Plus those keys; If I don’t get my green, than i’m keeping his jeep; I’ll sell it to the streets, and i’ll offer it cheap; Just 500 dollars, for a car you can keep; See mama, I learned to work; Just not the clean way, Dave earn in dirt; I know I’m playing with fire, when it burn, it hurt; But no risk, no reward, see you learn that 1st; We don’t need a Fallout, just enjoy your perks; Cus I got that melee, and when it hits, it hurts; I gotta sell it all day, I can’t fix the curse; Cus if I ever take brakes, thats when shit, get worse; LAST HOOK That’s not what you raised up; But, that’s how i stay up; We could never change luck; We gotta make ways, to make change, to change us; Just like dad; I can see, it makes your heart sad; Mama Please, this is where my hearts at; This is how i bleed, part green part black;

The most intimate and personal song to this date.. A quick glimpse of me and private moments with God. Share love and spread the word1 Gothic Rap is alive! Lord If You: Dear lord if you; Could ever fix my issues; I promise to be a better man and never dis you; No more names in vein; No more late night games; No more slinging on the corner, just to make some change; I’m talking maken change; for every race and age; I’ll help um stop seeing colors when they see a face; I’ll help um see the love; I’ll get them weened off drugs; I’ll make sober, the new cool thing, to do in clubs; I’d get the curse lifted, and make the church wit it; I’ll make um see that any kind of man’s a man liven; And these are hard times, for any man liven; We all got a hand out, can’t catch what God’s given; This is our lesson; This Alah’s message; If we don’t change today, than we all destined; To reap what we sow, all I know is pain; But Lord if you takith away… VERSE 2 Dear Lord if you, could keep my daddy clean; I’ll never sell another drug, to a junkie fiend; God all mighty, I know you reign supreme; So please clear my mind, and erase my dreams; cus I cry at night, when I face the things; I chose crime, turned blind to the fate it brings; Haunted by my past, took the path, of a demon king; Fell off snake road, then rouse where the evil think; I beg for God’s Glory; To change that story; Give me a mother, that’ll live and die for me; Then I’ll give you back, every girl I left lonely; I’d repair the hearts, of all the ones, who tried to know me; See no one showed me, And I aint know enough; So i made some mistakes, when i was growing up; All the blame’s apparent, had no parents yea I grew up rough; But if they ever gave me love; 3rd Verse Take me out this cell! I can’t die in jail! I don’t want my freedom took, I can’t feel I failed; I don’t want that story told, She cant hear that tail; Baby, I am sorry, but your daddy, he was born a male; And a man grinds; Or a man dies; Forgive your mother, for her choice, she had her hands tied; And Lord, you know, my intentions were good; I tryed to get her out the hood;

A tragic story of love, obsession, and fate.. A real work of art from The Leader of The Lost ~Bruce F Drucker Tony and Beth VERSE 1 This story’s about Tony, stuck in his ways; Still liven off the glory, from back in the days; Dude was like 30; Still liven life dirty; Still runnin on the plug, for packs of the haze; Just to buy K-2, He stuck on the K; It don’t make no sense, how he smoke it all day; And if Tony say hi, and start actin all nice, then my only advice, is start walking away; Cus to Tony, It’s great; To make it on the 1st 48; If his crimes get shown, then they minds get blown, And the hood, might give him so fame; But Tony, got some, vices; Even though, he never knew, what nice is; He had him a sister, And No one could kiss her, And if anyone tryed, then they life ends; Verse 2 Damn Tony, you on one; He gonna turn this night into a long one; Cus he just read a post, That straight let him know, That his ex girl, was clubbin wit the wrong one; See, Tony knew this girl; She was 5’2 cute with curls; But when Tony said bye, she opened her eyes, To who she was in this world; VERSE 3 Here it go, here’s the story of Beth; Who’s going on a date to get over her ex; She’s on to the next; To get over regrets; She’s like, damn, who would of knew, that that dude was a mess; After that thought, she caught, her a text; It said, call when you here, at the back of the steps; That’s the friend of Beth, yea her friend was the best; Cus she worked at the club, where she danced for checks; That’s Free club for Beth; Who’s dancen away her stress; Took a pic, wit her date, just to flex; Even though, she still aint gave him sex; Cus tonight, it’s all her; She don’t fuck every dude that wants her; She’s rather just grove. wit a really fly dude; Who can fix her mood, when he wants ta; But Tony, had plans; To run up in the club, and lay hands; On any Motherfucker, who ever trys to lover, And he brought his gun for the chance; That dude, was strapped too; I mean, a man gotta do what he has to; If anybody act clown, he will lay one down, Outside, aint where he gonna catch you; VERSE 4 Tony walked in, gun in his pants; Seen his ex girl happy, loven the dance; Seen the look in her eyes, when he held her hands; That’s when Tony realized, he never held a chance; Beth caught a glimpse, more of a glance; It was so hard to tell, cus it happened fast; Beth’s best friend, tried handed her some gin, But when she saw him, she dropped the glass; Beth saw Tony, then heard the crash; But no time to turn, as the muzzle flashed; Then her date cried out, as he lived to find out, You should always find out, about her past; But Tony, had no aim in the end; Only one hit the date, the rest, went in her friend; Then Tony screamed out, I don’t care if you miss her; That’s what you get for being friends with strippers; But this stripper, was different; See he knew this one since an infant; So every time he missed, he was shooting up sis, And she was just dancen for tuition; That’s just how it goes; When you liven for the pill you chose; If you aint sure of, what’s real love, This story is one for those;

Gothic Rap continues with That'll Be The Day! Support real rap and keep it alive by spreading the word! Follow your shadow to what could be.. -Killa G That’ll Be The Day: Addicted to the pain, since the day i was slapped; Born hooked to the game, dna made of crack; I was left on the steps of a group home trap; Where you pray, for a day, that is safe, just to nap; But No love lose for my mother or my dad; Really, how can you lose out on love you never had; I’m always in my feelings, I was left in a bag; That was left, on the steps, of a drug rehab; I was born with a name, but that name, changed fast; Each slave name, given, gives away, daves, past; Dave, well he was sellin weed, back when he was cuttin class; Bruce, he was sellin krillz, back when they had colored caps; Killa, he was poppin off, everytime they dared to laugh; You, you still mad that your own hood gave me a pass; And no Shag; R.I.P Arab; Who hated all you fake niggas too, That’s facts! HOOK You killin me, that’ll be the day; I loved sellin crack, it taught me how to feel more; I’m the shit G; I got history; I can feel love, but i can’t feel people; Even at my end, I’m still gonna win; That’s right, Money over life; These dudes out here. all they respect is fear; I bet you remember that, I aint gonna let it go; VERSE 2 Let it go; Karma needs to grow; Keep intentions in the shadows, never let um show; Brag in your home, but be humble on the road; Always dress bummy, keep your money on the low; And I teach these lessons, cus these lessons need told; If your dad wasn’t there, Uncle Brucey plays the role; Adopted by the dead, I adapted on the road; I was Nomad liven, calling no land home; I was lost at sea, we talking, no land hoe; Until I got straight to money, I’m the green arrow; I’m a hero to the hustles, who curse out their customers; Keep product, so good, they still gonna fuck wit ya; Only low ball, when you tryin to build a cliental; And always give a play, every time you make a giant sale; And always get away or one day, you will die in jail; And work alone, cus your homies wanna see you fail; HOOK 2 VERSE 3 What you thought? I would forget? Theres a reason why, we aint never gonna talk again; Forgiveness is the trait, of soft gentleman; Or weak minded men, and I aint never been them; I mean, fool me once, never fool me again; If we aint cool now, than we wasn’t cool then; Its the same old shit, like we was watching saw 10; Friends separate, even Rick lost Glen; I mean, pipe down dude, what i owe you; I know you claim to know me, but I don’t know you; We aint homies, we aint go thru; You aint never been around like you supposed to; Never seen that, never watched you in the hood; Support your own brother and the misunderstood; You don’t love the victimized, even though, that is you; You aint never take the time, to put your mind, in other’s shoes; HOOK 3 VERSE 4 There he go! That’s not my homie; That’s a beggin nigga, always askin for a bogie; Never puts in, always askin for the roachie; I swipe him on the train, everyday, he still owe me; That’s the type of dude, you go to the bathroom, he’ll take your spot; Type to hop the fence, with a backpack, and make it hot; Type of dude, you send for a dutch, up the block; Type of dude, who get’s the weed for you, but never cops; Damn thats fine, just tired of the shit; You gotta grind to get yours, be a man not a mitch; You aint never been a man, never handled a grip; You got a pic on instagram, with your hand on your hip; So…

Gothic Rap continues.. VERSE 1 Don’t Judge Cus you see me in the cut; Puttin money in my pockets, pulling crack out my butt; And don’t hate, cus I ran from the jakes; Don’t be mad I got away and lived to sell another day; And don’t stare, goak, or glare; When I’m bummy one day, then fresh outta no where; And don’t mind; What I do with mines; Don’t be clocking my pockets, don’t be eyen my grind; Stay inside, don’t be bendin your blinds; Theres much better things, you could do with your time; Don’t front, don’t be mad; Cus I’m good at gettin money, when I’m needin it bad; VERSE 2 Im the shit G; I got history; I heard they still talk about me, and they miss me; Well shit dude; Man I miss you; But I don’t show it to the public tryin to diss you; I’m a stay real, i’m a stay true; I’m a keep thanking god that I aint you; I’m a still, keep an eye, on you fake dudes; You know, them ones that show love, but really hate you; They don’t make you; Don’t let um break you; But play the long game, if they play you; I’ll wait a week bro; To get your beak broke; I’ll wait a whole month, to get your niece smoke; I’ll wait whole years, before I come back; Then snatch every sale, you should know that; Every old cat; Loves a throw back; And these fiends are as old as your dro pack; VERSE 3 What you want now? I just sat down? No, you can’t get no credit, calm that shit down; You lookin mad hot; You might attract cops; Plus you on a fuckin bike, wit some striped socks; My gosh, now it’s 5 for forty? Since I said kick rocks, now you change your story? I shoved 5 in her hand, to get this bitch away; She said Bruce don’t flip, I got 36 in change;

The government and the media are the most powerful entities on earth. They have the power to make the innocent guilty and to make the guilty innocent, and that's power. Because they control the minds of the masses who believe that's power. -Malcolm X VERSE1 That’s right; Money over life; Kill another kid, for a cheaper gas price; That’s how we live, in the name of a lie; Where we care about an anthem, less about a life; And know that; We don’t hold back; Unless it’s on Twitter, they’d be mad we wrote that; This a sensitive gen, brainwashed and all that; We feminize our men, so they won’t know that; We nutrize the sack, so it won’t grow back; Then raise um in a farm, where they can’t grow crap; We dumb um all down, with this industry rap; Cus We fear our youth, but we can’t show that; Switch; And around here, revolution is bad; We don’t want any kid, wit delusions of that; Any rise, in the children we have; Could bring awareness to the fact, how we liven is bad; HOOK: We want mind control, so you gonna see sex everytime you scroll; We want your mind on that, so you won’t notice us when we bomb iraq; You know in your core, it takes more than an email to expose a war; We do what we want, we gonna control your life, till the day you gone; VERSE 2 Wait a minute though; You aint even know; No matter how you vote, we will keep control; Always will say no; To every right you own; Congress, is the home where the petty roam; Know that; You don’t own crap; We charge for this land, you aint ask to grow that; The BLM is gonna need more racks; Everytime your cow trys to eat more grass; In fact; all that water in the back; That you gathered from the rain, we gonna have to tax that; And report your stash, if you ever has that; If it aint in the bank, you dont need to have that; SWITCH: We gonna need our cash back; Our we’ll catch a flash back; You seen we had Richard Pryor, smokin mad crack; We blew up boston; and we blew up bagdad; Then blamed it on the faith, of every Arab; Cus HOOK: We want mind control, so you gonna see sex everytime you scroll; We want your mind on that, so you won’t notice us when we bomb iraq; You know in your core, it takes more than an email to expose a war; We do what we want, we gonna control your life, till the day you gone; Verse 3 Consume your life, until the day you die; Keep gettin new shit, you don’t need to buy; Stay home on sundays, football is fine; We only care about Jesus, when we market the guy; SWITCH A sure fact; God is all that; But we took him out schools, so they won’t know that; We separate church from state and all that; Segration of a nation, is what we call that; SWITCH: For any JFKs, we got the CIA; Don’t get assassinated too, for thinking things can change; If you a leader at all, than take this fame; Line your pockets with this money, and shut your face; And if you tell your race; We’ll sell your place; We’ll show you just how quick, we get a star replaced; Care more about power, care less about fate; Cus there is no goal, only time to waste; CUS HOOK: We want mind control, so you gonna see sex everytime you scroll; We want your mind on that, so you won’t notice us when we bomb iraq; You know in your core, it takes more than an email to expose a war; We do what we want, we gonna control your life, till the day you gone;

WANNA BES VERSE1 If you spark trees, bark please; Cus Im outside looking for those dark fiends; I hear your heart beats, and my heart bleeds; For those who went broke, and blame court fees; The fetti hustled us! Its cus we hustlers; Cop off the gram man, but never call us customers; If you talk trash, about the fetti clan; We’ll leave your daughter on the border, like a mexican; And I should mention friend; I’ll stab her in the chest again; Then notify the next of kin; Of the whole that she’s resting in; Please don’t mess wit them; Those is X’s men; Not the rapper, but the trapper, from the West Clan; We never been the type to have fake I.Ds; We down to prove that we real no matter where we be; Break beaks, like a beast, flip birds from trees; If you aint about that see; you just a wanna be; HOOK1 Verse2 If you got a rough life, than you got the right to hustle that; And give the hands to any man, that ever trys to fuck wit that; If you was born poor, you inherit the hood; And never let the privileged, stand where you stood; Point out the clown, that got his dad and his mom; And they got a good job, and bought everything they got on; But they still on the stripe, still making it hot; Still trying to chill, while you selling your rocks; Never let um rock , where you getting it ock; Cus if y’all end up getting knocked, he’s telling the cops; Theres no haven, for a raven, that aint part of your flock; No getting money, wit a dummy, who never starved on the block; You live a good life my dude; you got shit misconscrewed; It aint sick and cool; To keep skipping school; Bring you closer to the lilacs; Poser, wheres your mind at? You a wanna be crook, Stick to comic books and mind craft; HOOK2 VERSE3 These dudes out here, all they respect is fear; That Minnesota Clear, Ciggeretts and beer; What you want be? You wanna be addicted; You wanna give up your check, to me in an instant; Cus Ill take it, Fuck is you thinking? I dont chill around fiends, all these fiends given statements; FREE TRELLY Boy; My 1010 and fetti boys; Dudes, who kept it quite and did they time, without any noise; This life is hell, i don’t know why they praise it; They act like its they favorite; Then they turn around and blame it; Now its your birth place; That caught you your first case; You shouldn’t of been aloud, to sell loud in the first place; Where I come from you gotta push and scrap; If you think about pushing a pack; Thats the way it is; These cold streets are paved with bodies of Gs; Good intentions and wanna bes;

VERSE1 I got amnesia, for you dudes ,who don’t know, who you are; Cus who i see in the streets, aint who i seen in the yard; You was given up your pin number, you aint down sucker; You even gave up, your green cup, and halow super; When I was inside, I would sit on five chairs; What if the gangs banged on you? Let um try, who cares; I am institutions, I am programs; I am the group homes that are ran by no man; The kids run them shits, I don’t know who you listen to; The rest of the missin youth, are smokin meth, wit missing tooths; Damn thats deep, but i meant teeth; If you put my cook at steak, it means beef; Thats my chef, you can’t put him in danger; He turns that dead china bitch, into a yellow power ranger; Why do you look confused? I mean crack; And if I say, no shag; That means facts; No shag, I lived that Power Ranger Tommy life; Killed it wit Green, but got right, wit hard white; HOOK2 I never fucked wit you dudes, fuck wit you how? Never fucked wit you then, don’t fuck wit you now; You know them type of dudes, that sware they got guns; But when a threat comes they run, and beg to borrow one; I never fucked wit you dudes, fuck wit you how? Never fucked wit you then, don’t fuck wit you now; Them type of dudes that sware, they will kill wit a wrench; Swear that they real, but wouldn’t sell a krill on a bench; Verse 2 I heard, everyones gangsta, and everyones strapped; So if, Anyone acts, everyone claps; Facts, everyones tough, and got everyones back; Until that gun, knife, bat, pushes everyone back; They, liken, your fightin, but your written is not enough; You attacking on titans, but your heighten should heighten up; I enlighten the frightened, tell the frightened don’t buy your stuff; We are modern day vikings, we are riding, just to mess you up; Westfarms on the arm, we raisin a hell class; Wit sons, who carry arms, from charming to Belfast; Never hand out your heat cus its cool to be loyal; Your mans would fold wit the metal, like aluminum foil; I hate dudes that pull it out; But never put a bullet out; Fraud nigga cool it out; Thats fake shit we could do wit out; You better do it in; About 20 min; Cus they got 20 men that ride for them, and get it in; If you fake your real, and hesitate to kill; Then only your bluff would be tuff, what a wasted skill; HOOK3 I don’t fuck wit you dudes, fuck wit you how? Never fucked wit you then, don’t fuck wit you now; Them type of clowns that scream, its loud or its shit; But on the low, wit they doe, they go half on a nick; I don’t fuck wit you dudes, fuck wit you how? Never fucked wit you then, don’t fuck wit you now; You know them type of dudes, that act like they like you; But behind your back, talk smack, and sware that they’ll fight you; VERSE3 They say they like me, and I’m like whats up wit that; I never could be colder, theres a boulder where my shoulders at; I learned from the older cats, never ever show um slack; You can catch a jawbreaker actin ed in your coldasack; How many times I gotta act like a spoiled brat; Scream, fight the power, and rebel against all of that; Fuck the process, its a joke, and i call it crap; Front to the back, raise your hands if I told you that; Well all i see are hands raised; But still I hear damn Dave; You the poison man made, that eats thru a band aid; If I am the poison, you aint the vaccine; You would crash this car, if you was driven in the back seat; Me, I stay higher than; I got the lighter and; Keep smoke in my lungs, like a fire man; In you, theres no fire pot; You like to lie a lot; Smoke, only when you strike water on the iron hot; Look at the guy you got, ma, I got some news; Introduce um to the rock bottom, drop the dude;

LIVE BACKWARDS VERSE1 I was born dead with a heart beat; Parents didn’t want me; But thats what you get from a hoe and a zombie; Rose from the concrete; no need to love me; Hate’s what makes me great, they taught me; Best friends fought me; Ex girls caught me; Losen my sis, is the only love that haunts me; Now drugs cost me; Gotta pay the lords fee; But even at the lords feet, never catch me off fleek; Fresh to death; Dressed to impress; Wit a teflon vest that stretch to the neck; Hope for the best, cuttin throat on the reg; Take the stamp off your dope and the doe from your heads; Throw the wax in the rig; Dabbin the hits; Chillin wit your chick, blowin smoke on her kids; Gettin poked in the ribs; Killa what you did? Come down chick, them kids, bad as shit; VERSE2 It goes, death to snitches in every form and every fashion; I don’t care if you 9 to 5 Snitching, thats still exactly rattin; What exactly happened? Thats the questions, haters askin; And snitches answer that shit, why cus its just they passion; Why that gotta be the passion christ? I aint even gotta ask it twice; He answered me and the answers right, these bastards pay in the afterlife; I got faith in that; But can’t wait for that; I need to know where they hoes, and they baby at; So I can role to their crib, and get they lady smacked; And kick the baby in the face cus they baby wack; You see that roulette spinnin, get to rushin; Ill leave your whole family dead like jennifer hudsons; If you trip like J-Lo; Slip on a halo; Everybody pays yo; Tyson got K.o.ed; There an evil part of me, and that part of me grows; I’ll kill all you bitches like sorority row; My wives bodys in the freezer, the heart in me froze; Blood stained her favorite shirt, left a scare on her clothes; VERSE3 I made my ex get a tat of my name; She fixed it up, its still spelt the same; She covered it, like a ghost in the night; That ghost will still haunt her everyday of your life; Say what you like, but Dave so right; My name like aids, it will stay in your life; Got a mind of trash; Combined with wrath; Considered bad, cus people die, i laugh; Feelin super evil, what am I starting to be? Heart broken like the ocean, no partin the sea; My name on your chest, is the mark of the beast; Even Charlie Murphy aint darker than me; A descendent of Kane, who brought violence to man; I turned Buffalo bill just to silence the lambs; Its been so quite it seems quite deceitful; I waved a peace of steal, its steal peaceful; I can feel love, but i can’t feel people; If evils how I’m liven, than I live to be evil;

THRU THE DEATH OF ONE! The things you learn in life.. Thru death.. VERSE1 Cant you see it though; You left me with a bleeding soul; My dark, hearts, been ripped apart by your cuticles; I thought your hands were nice, I thought they held me down; I felt the stress leave my chest, when you came around; Now only angers left; Ill have a stranger bless Your face wit a blade, Dave like to BANG the best; Make up gone, when its dawn; You remind me of your mom; Ugly, miserable, in denial like theres nothing wrong; Now that I’m rich as hell; Now you wanna kiss and tell; Thru the ring down the whole, now you wanna wish him well? You just love the kitchen smell; I’m just cooking Fish and Scale; Greedy wit the birds, never give a bird your pigeon sales; Mannnnn, WTF Do I Look like??? They say caren is sharen but what caren takes, took flight; I dont support that caren shit, caren better get a job; Cus chivalry is dead, and it was killed by bad moms; What the hell, if you don’t your self, I can’t love you much; I can’t teach you self esteem, I don’t have a mother’s touch; Thats your mamis job; But since your papis gone; Random men play the role, your crib was Comic-Con; VERSE2 Enough of how i miss you, now its time to switch the game; Airing out my issues like Denzel but I can’t fix the plane; I sniffed coke to freeze my brain; Yea, I grief Insane; And everytime that I sneeze I release the pain; Pain grew mad at me; Agony was sad to see; Fear get scared, and hate not wanna battle me; Snitches wanna tattle me; Snakes wanna rattle me; Still good, walk up in your hood, crack and the gat on me; I just got the green light; To use the red light; Meet you at the red light; Show you what the dead like; The dead like souls, like men like hoes; Ill insert your grill, where the headlights glow; You killin me, will be the day; Watch your back, wit the rats, thats what X would say; But still I pray; Faith is a must have; Write so much wit the ink, that my hand smells like a dust bag; VERSE3 Suicide is fast, I too think of this; Keeping faith on the low, like a confused atheist; So I chilled and put the pot down; Took the grams out town; Went upstate and flipped the weight; Like a twister when its got cows; Yea thats right, I dip in white, kinda like a dunk a roo; And I’ll never stop my dude, my goals to shoot a cop or two; Compared to what I used to be; Hood wasn’t used to me; Then I ran thru packs wit the speed of a boosters feet; And any ex disin me, Wishin she was kissing me; Smokers who went crispy clean, really still missing weed; I knew they’d say; Im sorry Dave; But even trust defeated Cesar, A-too Brutay; Hell yea, I said it then; Back when I had a friend; Every person I ever loved, has met an end; Sweets was the freshest one; Moe was the message son; I found me a brand new life, thru the death of one;

Gothic Rap at its purest and most honest! Hear this story of a tragic love.. FOLLOW The Dark Poetry Wave!! I Don't Love You Verse 1 Do you remember that; Last time you laughed; I don’t either, it seems every single time you mad; That attitude you have; Got us where we at; Always puttin hands on each other, I hate the way we act; I hate who I’ve become, I blame you for that; I know your daddy failed you, but I got nothin to do with that; I aint tryin to break your heart, I would never screw with that; But If I gotta set you free, and let you be, I’m cool wit that; And that’s word to my God; Its better to let you walk, than tryin to lead you on; And that’s word to the highest; I’d rather let you go, than to ever keep on tryin; Switch; I’m tired of the lien; All the secrets and the fightin; All this time that we wasten, All these feelings that are dien; All that huffin and puffin, All that syin and cryin; Always fightin over nothin, All the questions and the prying; And Life is hard enough, to be liven that way; So this war between us, is dien today; And Happy Anniversary, tonight you look great; I hate to kill the mood, but I got something to say; HOOK: VERSE 2 Its insane to see; How you betrayed a G; You slept in steps, Stole some checks, and slept on trains wit me But now it’s plain to see; how you ashamed of me; Cus I chose the street life, and you chose a 9 to 3; Yea we Both poor, but you landed on the side you need; A pretty face and thick waist, is guaranteed to get you green; Weather you need some legal shit, or just some trick to bring you weed; So every night, I hustle white, cus all my life, its just been me; SWITCH: That means, Hansolo from the start; Catch me riden wit my dog, but i’m solo in the heart; I only look out for me, so shorty what you thought; I was gonna put you 1st, cus of feelings that were caught? Sorry ma, you bugging out; You can get to moven out; I don’t need this trouble in my house, you can exit out; 1st, get my work, out the toilet, get to plungin now; My whole heart broke, that moment that you flushed it down; Switch: This fightin that we doin aint worth the pain; It seems hurtful insults, have replaced our names; Any love that was there, has died in vein; I have to let you go, for me to remain; SWITCH: And the good lord knows, how much I’m true; How i always stayed faithful, never cheated you; Only eyes for you; I realized it’s true; You can change for the better, but the better of who? End

Gothic Rap continues on with another story from the archives! SIN CITY! Sin City HOOK 1; Sin City is the place of dreams; Where the Lost get found, and the lonely get seen; Sin City is the place of dreams; Where this story takes place, and we open the scene; VERSe1 Im a need you; To be the freak you; See I came out tonight just to meet you; And I’m a need you; To never speak to; Any body else, you need wealth? I’m a feed you; Thats right, tonight I’ll be your customer; The only one, cus no one else is touchin ya; Tell um get a different dancer, theres enough ya; Theres only one of ya; So I’m cuffing ya; If they get mad, so sad, too bad; Cus tonight we got plans, and you knew that; And you know, that I know, Whats in that glass; So don’t front, like you drunk, that shits is wack; That aint liquor, that’s just some water; You want 20, when thats worth a quarter; Take my money, but drink how you outta; lets do this right! Damn look girl, now you dancen better; Let the Henny move your hips, bring your lips to the nether; Forget this job, we can break the rules together; Slide on the bouncer, hit the private room whenever; And cus I aint your man, that just makes the plan better; She offers a free dance, and by chance, I let her; But only till the song ends. Thats when I get her; Put on 300 bars by game, aint i clever; Across the tribecca; That’s where I met her; Uptown bound, but a boogie bronx getta; She was 5,2 weigh uh. 128 a; Dodgen all the hopless, always focused on her major; She said, soon or later; I’ll quite all the haters; And Thru the hate, and all jokes, dope is what they made her; But Sin City ate her; With Cocain baters; And major rap stars, given all they paper; She wakes up late, gets caught by her neighbor; Now paparazzi makes her, the new eye flavor; Too famous for me, not even if I pay her; She a video dame, changed her name to Andrea; When bitch your names Maria; I’ll tell ya when I see ya; I’m still the same plug that you called for a re-up; That chick that’s on your tv; Used to come and see me; She used to blow with me, now she snorrting wit a stevie; HOOK 2; Sin City is the place of dreams; Where the shy say hi, and the timid get mean; Sin City is the place of dreams; Where a daughter gets money, for a child in need; Sin City is the place of dreams; Where the Lost get found, and the lonely get seen; Sin City is the place of dreams; Where this story takes place, and we open the scene; VERSE 2: I knew a chick named Bacardi; A sin City Hotty; Who used to roll the yardi, on the back of a harley; She lived life gnarly; A dancer for an army; A G- String queen, Enjoyed stick like atari; No man was sorry; Apologies were hardly; Ever heard by her, so she hurts men and parties; This the one who scared me; In love with how she fought me; A striper and a dealer is the same, is what she taught me; We both gotta hustle what we got, and we love to sell; Both of us are going to hell; On the day we fail; Both of us, love us a scale, It aint hard to tell; Both gotta keep a person al, type of cliental; Chick was so cold, that I shivered in her sight; We just Sin City livers, that deliver at night; But damn, shit changed when I seen you in the light; I see that instagram fame, put change in your life; SWITCH: Thats just how the crap goes; For them snapchat hoes; She don’t wanna chat back, cus she’s on a rap show; I’m that jerk, with the blow; When you was twerkin on the pole; The one who used to put, all that coke up in your nose; I bet you remember that, I aint gonna let it go; Damn right I’ll post a pic, Yea I might expose a hoe; History is where it starts, yours? well it starts at home; A Sin City town, where you bound to get your story told;

Gothic Rap continues with a tremendous display of professional lyricism! La Parca VERSE 1 They said I looked bummy and dead; Thats what the dummys had said; But not funny, once I fill all those tummy with lead; Since I been starvin, they all got bread; So theres no more eaten, once the hungry is fed! Even at my end, i’m still gonna win; Like Jagged Edge, I carry two twins; And you should know; I’m crazy with those; I got the devil in my soul like Emily Rose; I got love, for my enemy’s foes; My hate heavily grows; Try not to miss it; As I steadily pose; I’m a concert rose, Here to show you how to grow; Cus with out that; You’d be mouse trapped; Another victim to the whole or the house cat; Someone diggin a religion, that they forced to have; You aint european children, get to know your past; VERSE 2 I Was born from those; Romantic hoes; Who cried over men, that smoked crack on the low; You could ask them, I been surpassed them; My creator should of busted me in a napkin; But instead I was born, torn from the womb; Here to end an empire, The start of the doom; I put my heart in the moon, just to feel the world; But got nothin back, but some evil girls; I mean mama gave me peace of mind; Classified the scitzo kind; No wonder why, I always spazed on the Pizza guy; Short fuse all my life; Con- fused all my life; Got taught love and abuse, from a clueless wife; And don’t do that; I thought you knew that; Thrown hate at Dave, just Brings Bruce back; Save it for your hoe; pay me what you owe; Don’t make me too mad; I aint a new jack; Born in South Jersey, but raised off the 2 track; Yea, Thats the 5 line; I’m on Bronx time; I came out early, maken plucks, wit a lunch line;

Newest story released from the vaults of Gothic Raps.. OUTTA SIGHT STORY! Outta Site Story Story of a boy who stood in the rain; Dedicated to a hustle, aint eat in a day; Pocket full of money, looks cheap in his ways; But the truth is, he’s ruthless, when hunger sustains; SWITCH: damn right; he went hungry every night; just to invoke a feeling, in his numb and lonely life; Every night he got to stealin, made a killin with a knife; Him and her were the villains, every joker needs a wife; Switch: Dedicated too, but more to the fight; Fell in love, with the struggle, to make a man treat her right; Rejection felt like love, so she loved him despite; The fact that he would hit her, if she ever spoke her mind; Switch: damn right; but shit, they just alike; Homie put in work, but shorty had the site; SWITCH: She was finished with the game, tired of the grind; Came up with a plan, to retire from the life; Had a trick, who sold hits, lived alone in the heights; Who used to keep bundles, in a barrel full of rice; She planned out a jux, with limited time; Not knowin, that that moment, would be changen her life; 2nd Verse: Story of a man, tired of the block; 30 moven packs, who inspired for the top; Never was a boss, he was lost in the spot; Had a plan, to be the man, but the cost was a lot; He was just a mule, doin pick ups how he outta; They get rich, he takes risks, avoids, gettin caught up; But he was never brought up; To be a fool, they taught um; They play you, you play too, rob um for a come up; Damn right; homie saw the light; He robbed um for the re-up then moved into the heights; SWITCH: His world’s was outta site; The block was outta white; The hood was outta patience, so the plug set out a price; Money for his life, but they couldn’t buy his grin; He was happy for the fact, he finally got it in; So he called and booked honey, to celebrate the win; But this costy, little prosty, was payment for his sins; HOOK: End Verse; She said give me 2 hours, while he’s digging me out; You break in thru the back, and put the grip in his mouth; But two hours later, the hood knocked on the door; Broke in, and thrown them, both on the floor; One pulled out a gun, down to even the score; But her boyfriend outside, wasn’t leaven his whore; The man looked shocked, the girl looked saved; The boy had the drop, but they came to get paid; END

“You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.” Our Dream Verse 1 Dear lord, forgive how i’m liven it; How I kilt the game, and what i did to it; I slang, kane in the rain, and delivered it; I built my name, off of killin it; That’s right! Cursed from the womb; I used to move packs, on the 1st of the moon; Awhooo! Changed in the noon; I used to animorph, from a wolf to a goon; Leader of the lost, till I’m tossed in a tomb; Gotta feed um all my thoughts. till they offer us room; Gotta guide um thru the dark, revolution comin soon; If you aint got the heart, you just part of the doom; That’s right, go and get tight; You shouldn’t spite hate, if you don’t wanna fight; But now it’s too late, dark army on the rise; Minority filled, separation put aside; Religion kept a secret, cus now it aint the time; That’s just another reason, to separate our minds; We need to stay focused, eliminate the slime; For the ones that are woke, thanks for opening your eyes; HOOK1 : Our dream, Our dream, our dream; We gotta rewrite the book, till it fits the look of; Our Dream, Our Dream, Our Dream,; We can’t follow they path, when they stand there and laugh, at; Verse 2 Our dream, our life, our strugglin; Our crime, our grind, our hustlin; They reject our side of the sufferin; Like the poor, aint born with the toughest skin; Resilience, aint split, by color; You could be white in the fight, but get to know thy brother; You need to learn why others; Despise thy mothers; Cus every man they’ve known never matched eye colors; Empathy is what they lackin; They don’t care, they still attackin; We get high, they keep high taxin; We just die, but they die laughin; We protest, but they keep clappin; Body count, it keeps on stackin; Wheres that change, at wheres that action; When we gonna make that happen; HOOK2 : Our dream, Our dream, our dream; We gotta rewrite the book, till it fits the look of; Our Dream, Our Dream, Our Dream,; We can’t follow they path, when they stand there and laugh, at; VERSE 3 Our struggle, in the jungle, makes um happy cus they make a profit; We make trouble, they make double, everytime they cuff and lock it; We just want to make a couple dollars, why they keep on stoppin; Trust me, they aint lucky, every custy gonna keep on coppin; Every drug, gonna keep on sellin; So why is that enough for you to call me felon; Will things ever change, there aint no tellin; Cus we sacrifice our dream, for that dream they sellin; And we know it aint right! We all know when they lie; Take control of your life; Say no to the hype; Try to keep it alive; Our dream, Our dream, our dream; We gotta rewrite the book, till it fits the look of;

Gothic Rap continues with more revolution music! Be The Change See, Ive always known you and what you going thru; Yea I been there too, I’m the same as you; I’m still living proof, of what the game could do; Theres good in the hood, fuck what they say to you; Cus they point a view, is misconstrued; Looking inside the box is not the same as who’s; Looking out of the box, liven stuck in truth; Who get reminded everyday, cus they living proof; Men live they truth; Courts pros-a-cute; The system gets your youth; Or mothers prost-a-tute; Become a slave to loot; just to save they roof; Slavery still alive, now they call it news; They aint never tell it right; Blinding us by the light; They couldn’t live a night; inside of killas life; Cus they aint live the life; They aint wit fight; They Don’t know what its like; Lied to all they life; SWITCH: How you lookin down on us? You was never down wit us; You was never down to fight, ride, or die wit us; All you do is lie to us; To the point hopen hurts; Yall believe these lies, all the time thinkin voting works; Used to say vote or die, gave a try, that aint work; Mothers still buy a hurrs; Babies still lie in dirt; Stay the same, thats the worst; So I’ll get to changen 1st; Be the change that you seek, thats the game that works; SWITCH: You wonder what’s life, I wonder whats next; Im gonna live the rest of mine, wit no more stress; I never say Sorry, don’t forget! I post on timelines wit no regrets; I don’t mean to piss you off, I just wanna speak the truth; I don’t wanna sit back, relax, and blame the youth; That’s just the easy way, just to say, they are loose; But anytime a tree is sick , you gotta blame the roots; Its time we bang wit boots; Its time to hang these suits; Barricade these routes; Bust the thang off roofs; Hate thy enemy, educate my dudes; Teach um how to farm in the place I choose; Just in case I lose, I’m a teach these tools; So they can reap what you sow, and change these rules; And If they take another brother, before I shoot; Im a teach an extra pupil, for every eye I loose;

The real Change thru music.. Are you mad enough yet?? Mad Enough Verse 1 I don’t think your mad enough; Are you man enough? To fight the nine, everytime, Are you standing up; Keep on fighting back; Keep recording that; Theres no justice, when we die, no offers that; Switch; I don’t trust that scheme; No such thing; System so broke that it broke families; Young ladies, can’t see daddies; Grow up thinking men are mean; Develop family fantasies; That leads to babies by 16; The system is what they achieve; Provider of they baby’s needs; Wic, food stamps is baby’s dream; Now welfare does the daddy things; While we rot in side sing sing; The Government raise our off spring; They don’t know what that feels like; Leave your home get victimized; Scared to talk and socialize; Cops are out there doing crime; Switch; But I see you cops, YEA I SEE YOU BACON; You hate my world, and my girl, and them Gs I’m makin; But don’t be mad scrap; Cus we stacking that; We aint fallen off, nigga, we aint after math; We aint Shady’s label, we produce these hits; Free needle, for every bundle sold. we aint new to this; Thats just hustle law; Whats the fusion for? Just show love, cus these drugs, is what your Gov made me for; I’m just a bi product, of Reagan’s plan; But y’all don’t wanna hear that shit, so let me say this than; If you aint mad enough, by fucking now; Than you deserve all the murder that’s been going down; Switch Y’all aint mad enough; They just laugh at us; We protest, then we flex, then we pack it up; We don’t last enough; We don’t ask enough; We cry in side, wonder why, then we mask it up; I don’t think your mad enough; Are you man enough? To fight the nine, everytime, Are you standing up; Keep on fighting back; Keep recording that; Theres no justice, when we die, no offers that;