Late 808

I cut off some friends, where they go?

I stick to the plan, that’s the goal

The mind is a terrible thing to waste

I show love cause it’s a terrible thing to hate

Go to ’82, head it back to the old school

When there was no rules, bullshit heroics

Where did everybody go?

Guess that we’re The Last Poets

Is there no hope, that this generation blow it?

All about the dough, the glow and the moet

At least some more Bone Thugs or some fuckin’ Big Pun

Give it up bro, all of these kids are plain dumb

And you’re useless

Ten minutes, she tell me it would take ten minutes

To break my heart, oh no she didn’t

F… livin’, I’ma drown in my sorrow

F… givin’, I’ma take not borrow

And I’m still sinnin’, I’m still losin’ my mind

I know I been trippin’, I’m still wastin’ my time

All the time given, am I dyin’? Am I livin’?

It’s f… feelings, my sorrow go up to the ceilin’

It could all be so simple

But you’d rather make it hard

Loving you is like a battle

And we both end up with scars

Tell me, who I have to be

To get some reciprocity

See, no one loves you more than me

And no one ever will

I’m a train wreck in the morning

I’m a bitch in the afternoon

Every now and then without warning

I can be really mean towards you

I’m a puzzle, yes, indeed

Ever-complex in every way

And all the pieces aren’t even in the box

And yet you see the picture clear as day

I’m scared to death that she might be it

That the love is real, that the shoe might fit

She might just be my everything and beyond (beyond)

Space and time in the afterlife

Will she have my kids? Will she be my wife?

She might just be my everything and beyondv

We are at war

With the universe

The sky is falling

And the only thing that can save us now

Is sensitivity and compassion

But I know one thing’s for sure

I’m gonna get my kicks before it all burns down

Some say tragedy is hard to get over

But some time that tragedy means its over, soldier

From the academy, league of rollers

I deny being down though they seem to hold us

My shoulders are strong, I prove them wrong

I ain’t doing nothin’ but movin’ on, let the truth be known

But they talk that freedom matters, and didn’t even leave a ladder, damn

When he f… me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, ’cause I slay

When he f… me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, ’cause I slay

If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, ’cause I slay

Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, ’cause I slay

I might get your song played on the radio station, ’cause I slay

I might get your song played on the radio station, ’cause I slay

You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, ’cause I slay

I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making

I get to these racks consistently

Who gon’ stop me now?

I looked in the mirror today

And seen the realest person I ever met in my life

You say you got a girl

Yeah, how you want me?

How you want me when you got a girl?

The feelin’ is reckless

Of knowin’ it’s selfish

And knowin’ I’m desperate

Gettin’ all in your love

Fallin’ all over love, like

Do it ’til it hurts less

Hangin’ out the back, all up in your lap

Like is you comin’ home? Is you out with her?

I don’t care long as you’re here by

10:30, no later than

Drop them drawers, give me what I want

See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back

Good die young, I ain’t eligible for that

Chef Sweaty braising your faculty

Face getting gray from the ash, but I’m laughing

That’s the trace in me, n….

F… out my face while I’m thinking

Ain’t step foot up in my momma place for a minute

My days numbered

I’m focused heavy on making the most of ’em

I feel like I’m the only one pressin’ to grow upwards

It’s still f… you and whoever you showed up with

Trying to see an M and some steadier hands

I’m fresh

I’m clean

I’m biting on my lip and I’m looking so mean

Brooklyn ridin’ with us, got my jeweler ridin’ with me

Watch us drift off this good dodie

I can’t provoke all these killas won’t go though

It’s the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows

Bar gets raised up, it’s me and Petey Pablo

Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono

Rapping head honcho, rocking shows like I was Bono

I go play a couple keys on the piano

The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow

No feelings, no feelings, no feelings

No feelings, no feelings, no feelings

Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim some

I try it if it feels right

This feels nice

I’ve been down and lost for days

Glad I found you on the way

When the day gets better, the night gets brighter

I always feel this way

Through the hills

I hear you callin’, miles and miles away

There’s someone gorgeous in my bed tonight

Yet I’m still petrified that I’ll die alone

I don’t fantasize, I make movies

I just did a dose of Percocet with some strippers

I just poured this lean in my cup like it’s liquor

I just need a whole lot of drugs in my system

I just tried acid for the first time, I feel good

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it

How you gone critique me, you industry

I’m in the streets, you out the streets

I murk the streets and murk the beat

I’m Hercules, no murkin’ me

Why me? Oh-why oh-why-oh why me?

Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?

But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?

Why can’t I trust what I see?

Up against the trials of life, sometimes it ain’t right

Through all of my pain and strife, I focused upon the light

Though I may lose my way, I’m up for the fight

In hopes of a brighter day for children of the night

If you were worried ’bout where

I been or who I saw or

What club I went to with my homies

Baby, don’t worry

You know that you got me

Ice Cube on a Friday,

Chris Tucker on a Friday,

Michael Cera on a Friday,

Jonah Hill on a Friday

I do this shit for my mama, my mama told me don’t forget ’bout my roots

There’s a starman waiting in the sky

He’d like to come and meet us

But he thinks he’d blow our minds

There’s a starman waiting in the sky

He’s told us not to blow it

Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile

Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face

Like why you do that?

Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space

Why you do, why you do that?

Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing

Why you do, why you do that?

I can’t explain it but just know it working for me

She text me “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you”

But how the fuck can you hate me?

When I ain’t did shit, but be the real thang

She know I’m the real, that’ll never change

I never been the one to try to explain

While you catch them feels I’mma sip on this drank, it’s easing my brain

I work the pen to make the ink transform

On any particular surface the pen lands on

Zaakir is hands on, what’s the beef?

The Cooley High Cochise high post techniques

I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes

Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint

Then design what have a National Geographic a magic

With tailor-made status and plus flavor that’s automatic

Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped

Or even a wreath for ma dukes on some grief crap

I suggest you change your diet

It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it

Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease

It ain’t no starting back once arteries start to squeeze

Take the easy way out phony, until then

They know they wouldn’t be talking that bologna in the bullpen

Yo, listen up, here’s a story

About a little guy that lives in a blue world

And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue

Like him inside and outside

Blue his house with a blue little window and a blue Corvette

And everything is blue for him

And his self and everybody around

‘Cause he ain’t got nobody to listen (to listen)