Explode onto the scene like an IED You mighta heard a lot of things, but you don’t know me sucka BOOM, can you handle it blowin’ out ya speaka? Swings like an uppercut, hits like a heatseeka Tell your preacha he’s invited to dance You better start groovin’ cuz it might be your last chance Move, kid, shake the floor like an elephant We makin’ hip-hop Irrelevent ________________________________________________ Hold on back up, are ya ready to vibe with a couple a crackas who attack the mic with a vicious passion for their fans and never slack up Comin’ slow and melodic, with a lot a thought, bionic Cause it’s stronger than a tonic with some gin in a glass Or we can rock it quick and launch it Like a rocket rockin’ topics Toppin’ BPMs and droppin’ ciphers onto ya dome. With a tone that is soothin’ and a beat that keeps ya groovin’ Stomp your feet now to the music, 3-2-1 here we go (BOOM!) Use to flow in a field while it was 20 degrees with my brother spittin’ rhymes as we stood in the trees Screamin “PLEASE gimme a jacket cause I’m starting to freeze” Wouldn’t trade it for the world, it’s where we started to believe Throw a log on the fire bright, cause ya know we’re gonna be here all night With an amp and a beat cause it feels so right In the dark doesn’t matta if ya black or white. We groove kid, and just freestyle to the next beat Manifesto, bust a hook and impress me ________________________________________________ Explode onto the scene like an IED You mighta heard a lot of things, but you don’t know me sucka BOOM, can you handle it blowin’ out ya speaka? Swings like an uppercut, hits like a heatseeka Tell your preacha he’s invited to dance You better start groovin’ cuz it might be your last chance Move, kid, shake the floor like an elephant We makin’ hip-hop Irrelevent ________________________________________________ Comin’ to you with a vision of how we can break derision If you’re makin’ a decision take it into account Like a prophet with a soapbox, I’ll be lacin’ up my hightops Take it up onto the rooftop with an audible shout Ain’t no magic in the presto, just a kid named Manifesto I’ma take my list and nail it to the parliament door And if ya sick of it you might just benefit from a hit of the wick I lit If I get too quick just wait a bit and I will slow it down Eventually, cuz you need to see what it’s gonna look like when you ride with me Dispense with all formalities, please Can you see what I need you to see? Focus please Ya gonna need Lasik Your basic strategy is outdated Obsolete, like creativity is overrated So anticipated but completely unprecendented Pay attention and you might just find a lesson it it _____________________________________________ Explode onto the scene like an IED You mighta heard a lot of things, but you don’t know me sucka BOOM, can you handle it blowin’ out ya speaka? Swings like an uppercut, hits like a heatseeka Tell your preacha he’s invited to dance You better start groovin’ cuz it might be your last chance Move, kid, shake the floor like an elephant We makin’ hip-hop Irrelevent _____________________________________________ We took it straight to the LP and skipped over demos Take a Miller in a pickup over Cristal in limos This is grass-roots rap with a jagged-tooth saw hack Saiza, spin it back while I tear up an 8-track Y’all smoke crack if you think I won’t attack Packin’ nothin but syntax and a twin-pack of tic tacs Tactics are sick, so you can grab a pipe and toke it This animal you woke it but I warned you not to poke it We’re just a couple a guys who keep a style that’s low profile, Down ta earth at birth our worth don’t come from walkin 8 miles, Great trials have formed us formin’ more than normal common bonds, Manifesto is my brother from a different mom You’ll prolly find us at the manhole in the moonlight, With a pack a crushes, singin Avett til the sunlight Sheds dawn at 6 in the morn, then yawnin’, we shut it down. Kings of our own world, ain’t worried about no crown. _____________________________________________ Explode onto the scene like an IED You mighta heard a lot of things, but you don’t know me sucka BOOM, can you handle it blowin’ out ya speaka? Swings like an uppercut, hits like a heatseeka Tell your preacha he’s invited to dance You better start groovin’ cuz it might be your last chance Move, kid, shake the floor like an elephant We makin’ hip-hop Irrelevent

These poetic type of diatribes are a dyin’ breed in the still of the night But I’m feelin right, so here I go, like John Travolta I’m stayin’ alive I Grease the track with ease, please to attack the whack pack Of croonin’ fools that stack light weights on the rack ’cause they lack Got no muscle, yet they hustle the system, gettin people to listen Like their verses held up a prism, and suddenly they in prison But the lyrical Alcatraz ya find yaself in is really a dog crate, It’s weak, so bend the bars, homie, and pick up a pen _______________________________________________ Logophile: a lover of words Couple of nerds out to change the model like a full-throttle Aristotle My next thought’ll have you dancin’ in the aisles Ya now vibin’ with a couple of logophiles Logophile: a lover of words Couple of nerds out to change the model like a full-throttle Aristotle My next thought’ll have you dancin’ in the aisles Ya now vibin’ with a logophile _______________________________________________ Have you ever seen a ratpack of phlegmatic non-asthamatics Droppin’ panicked bars like manic Xanax addicts in attics? Well now you have, and here’s the caveat This savvy cavalry of DC emcees and a DJ makes three Beebop and Rocksteady knew that a posse was heady Ahead of their time like Andretti racin’ a yeti with a Rolex My sole excuse for lettin’ you even try to hang is It’s a nuisance, in a new sense, to get a noose untangled This new-fangled freedom of speech allows me to preach Reaching the mass and latchin’ fast to their brain like a celebral leech Mind in the gutter like Princess Peach thinkin’ of each Italian Job involvin’ a Norton or Luigi Let’s head to the beach, maybe Fiji And reinvent how music should be written and perceived, it’d be easy Diction is scary, I’m a walkin’ dictionary Amassin’ raps with a passion, the old-fashioned verb assassin _______________________________________________ Logophile: a lover of words Couple of nerds out to change the model like a full-throttle Aristotle My next thought’ll have you dancin’ in the aisles Ya now vibin’ with a couple of logophiles Logophile: a lover of words Couple of nerds out to change the model like a full-throttle Aristotle My next thought’ll have you dancin’ in the aisles Ya now vibin’ with a logophile _______________________________________________ Uh oh, I got syllable-itis, no not syphilis or arthritis, stupid It’s like my hand took a laxative and I have to start writin’ Smooth rhymes, a clash a the titans between my brain that be fightin’ The pencil stuck to my hand that grand stands the plan I be thinkin’ up at night. If you don’t have this disease then there’s no reason to fight! You couldn’t stop the blood flow with a Kotex maxi-pad So get on ya Flowflex and work it out cause ya raps are bad I see a meat wagon comin’, I admit, I am just not sad ‘Cause you were DOA anyway, instead a bein’ aftermath I ain’t tryin’ to be an Ellen Degenerate, just helpin’ my fellow ex felons hear wisdom til they are feelin’ it. Yeah, a thespian, sorta, just horsin’ around as I fortify My mind’s eye as I thwart a byta bitin’ this thought And I just cruise through the Ozone, on Turbo, breakin’ into ya home Then beat the street in a Nova, starrin’ syntax and pun _______________________________________________ Logophile: a lover of words Couple of nerds out to change the model like a full-throttle Aristotle My next thought’ll have you dancin’ in the aisles Ya now vibin’ with a couple of logophiles Logophile: a lover of words Couple of nerds out to change the model like a full-throttle Aristotle My next thought’ll have you dancin’ in the aisles Ya now vibin’ with a logophile _______________________________________________ I’m in my element But we gotta table this periodically Makin’ sure that the lyrics and the beat got chemistry What you see is pretty much what you get A good bit of legit, I admit and I can’t even sit still Let’s be real: when I feel I can kill I just cock back on my ballpoint and I aim it at your grill Are you sure, man? I ain’t talkin ’bout a Foreman My arsenal of lines are just like wives to a Mormon Bring the beat back, I ain’t done yet! Got a hundred of more, man! Why don’t you step up to the mic and we can see what’s in store then

What’s the fun in another cookie cutter club banger? What’s the point in puttin’ pencil to a piece of paper? Where’s the genius when the key to bein’ seen is sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) But now the people in the club are simply vibratin’ Feel the beat fill up their lungs until they suffocatin’ Ain’t it great? Lemme see yo hands, betta move yo lips we sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) _______________________________________________ Lordy, Lordy! Let’s break into the Top 40! A bit of fodder for another rags-to-riches story It’s like a mad-lib on the microphone when I start recording Hoe? Boo? Skank? Naw, I’ll stick with Shorty Now I’m resortin’ to using words like crunk and swag and hater It’s fun to cater to the lowest common denominator It aint a race thing, cuz I’m basing my pacing On what’s bumpin’ out the earbuds of your little sister Stacy See what we’re facing is another Casey Anthony-style trial Where the profile of good hip-hop is the missing child Guess at some point most emcees give up on bein’ the dopest Put the pen down, pick the weed up, do a duet with Jennifer Lopez But that’s showbiz! By now you oughta know this It seems hopeless, the only way to cope is Strap some C4 to your radio, walk away slow Smile, light the fuse and watch it blow _______________________________________________ What’s the fun in another cookie cutter club banger? What’s the point in puttin’ pencil to a piece of paper? Where’s the genius when the key to bein’ seen is sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) But now the people in the club are simply vibratin’ Feel the beat fill up their lungs until they suffocatin’ Ain’t it great? Lemme see yo hands, betta move yo lips we sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) _______________________________________________ I do have 99 problems, and Jay-Z is one of em Hip hop has become so dumbed down because of him, I wish I was lovin’ him, but you can blame it on my Tiny Timpah, Hey Kanye, put on some Lil Wayne, let’s hear a brain dead, drunk, mumbla whimper I remember the days when emcees had something to say, But now everything is Ludacris and I miss the days of Dr. Dre Back then the content was complex, meticulous Now it’s like Ghost and Swayze, non existent and ridiculous Let’s set Pit Bull against Snoop Dog, Watch the Pit Bull become a puppy, lyrically leap frogged. Cause these bustas ain’t never heard a syntax, metaphors or puns They write a one-syllable line and suddenly they become #1? Good God world, you really gotta be kiddin’ me, Cause if Fergie passes for hip-hop then I’m pullin’ the plug and bouncin’, B I’m headin’ to Flo-Rida so I can hook up with Puffy Combs, Read his book on being a sell out and buy a million dollar home _______________________________________________ What’s the fun in another cookie cutter club banger? What’s the point in puttin’ pencil to a piece of paper? Where’s the genius when the key to bein’ seen is sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) But now the people in the club are simply vibratin’ Feel the beat fill up their lungs until they suffocatin’ Ain’t it great? Lemme see yo hands, betta move yo lips we sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) _______________________________________________ Last name Ever, first name Latest Delayed to the game, but I’ma slay it like a tardy sadist Better late than neva, but I’m clever enough to sever ya ever-decreasing cerebellum without a sellout. V, tell ‘em! And if it bombs out, I’m personally liable (“But guys, do you think this is commercially viable?) Child, please, if I wanted that disease, I’d spend my New Years Eve with the Black Eye Peas Sheesh, I’d rather see myself on CMT With a bandaid on my face, doin’ singalongs with Toby Keith It ain’t beef, I’m just tryin’ to smack some sense into ‘em But they so sensitive, they probably think we tryin’ to screw em Well screw ‘em! Cuz we gonna do us and they can do them! Watch ‘em chew each other up like c-c-canibals Our daddy taught us better than to ever f-f-follow fools I’m gonna live by the law of lyricism and you can keep your Ja Rules _______________________________________________ What’s the fun in another cookie cutter club banger? What’s the point in puttin’ pencil to a piece of paper? Where’s the genius when the key to bein’ seen is sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) But now the people in the club are simply vibratin’ Feel the beat fill up their lungs until they suffocatin’ Ain’t it great? Lemme see yo hands, betta move yo lips we sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) _______________________________________________ Listen, I ain’t claimin’ to be another Eminem, But I’d rather strive for a standard than be bland or end up givin’ in Cause I’m sick of them dimwitted men, them tricks that spit quick, But like a two dollar ho they get paid and they ain’t never seen again Yeah R Kelley ain’t even worth .50 cent, And Nelly bought a liquor store, a grill and yeah, that’s where all his money went He and Taylor Swift sounded really good together, Their duet was dope and the rhymes were so clever (tee hee!) And just in case this song be soundin’ dangerous, One a you fools even sang with Enrique Iglesias (“for real?”) Yeah, but the thing is we don’t need another hero, Who singing skills combined with these bustas equals zero I see though who the glitz and fame be temptin’, G Incarcerated for a kilo, havin fits, the top story on MTV You one time hustlas have been hustled by the system Don’t believe me? Put ya junk in and just really try and listen _______________________________________________ Front, back, side to side, come on! (Front! Back! Side to side!) If you don’t know how to dance, do the electric slide And if you can’t really rap, then you might as well hide Behind meaningless lyrics, pseudo-dance lessons Way overproduce it and consider it a blessin’ that the mass media chews hip-hop bubblegum You may be catchy, but you’re dumb _______________________________________________ What’s the fun in another cookie cutter club banger? What’s the point in puttin’ pencil to a piece of paper? Where’s the genius when the key to bein’ seen is sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) But now the people in the club are simply vibratin’ Feel the beat fill up their lungs until they suffocatin’ Ain’t it great? Lemme see yo hands, betta move yo lips we sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

When ya focus is the hocus pocusness and not the magic, man it’s tragic like ya choking on a hundred thousand locust I ain’t tryin to be the dopest, I’m just tryin to keep it real, ya feel? You’ve stolen everything including my last meal Still, I’ll be discerning, try to keep learning. Ya stompin on a spark while the menagerie is burning Feel the tables turning like they always do; I check my watch, I ain’t got time for you _________________________________________ Ya paint the white sheep black so that you feel so much brighta. Run ya mouth and light the spark like a spiritual Bic lighta, A bit lighter, they’re in pain, there’s the flame. Oh my God, it’s gettin brighter! Look, open your eyes. Their skin starts ta bubble, now I’m feelin higher, I don’t mean to mar the sheep, but this obsession’s an addiction. Gotta get one, learn a lesson while ya burn, call it valuable (ha ha) _________________________________________ Sin Police, burn the sheep to make yourself feel so much better When will we learn to breathe and not be choked out by ya fetters? Sin Police, burn the sheep to make yourself feel so much better When will we learn to breathe, yeah _________________________________________ Takin’ truth into ya own hands, a citizen’s arrest, but it’s hypocrisy and lies that got ya beatin your chest The best defense is an offense, so let’s put em in coffins, shrug your shoulders as ya close the lid, Kid I answer to one court and one judge whose lawbook does not budge so as you wipe away this smudge from my eye, guy I suggest you clear the mud from your own, and head home to tell ‘em I ain’t runnin from sin police, holmes _________________________________________ What I wanna drop is 8 hard bars, thought a lot of hops could heal my scars, But I grown tired a all these wars, so I ain’t jackin witchu no more! Oh no, I ain’t impressed, distressed, it’s such a mess, How ya pessimistic chest slaughters peasants while they rest. Good God! While ya point that finger at me there’s 3 pointin back and I got one that’s free. So take your whack theology, cause we be free from tyranny, Won’t bow to microscopes that see a speck a dust when you ain’t clean, Can’t chain me to yo polity, I protest through rap villainy ________________________________________________ Sin Police, burn the sheep to make yourself feel so much better When will we learn to breathe and not be choked out by ya fetters? Sin Police, burn the sheep to make yourself feel so much better When will we learn to breathe, yeah _________________________________________ I tried to be the man you wanted me to be (BUT WHERE DID THAT GET ME?) _________________________________________ It’s a slippery slope to holiness But at what point stop? When your soul’s impressed? When they’re holes in chest from an x-ray view From eyes that pierce but the Word does too So, 90210, I know the scope of what’s in view Show my foes my own shortcomings The feed off me, their food, a stew a student of my God, and odd In Oz, and not in awe I nod in disbelief that this freedom is the cause But, not at all, it’s just the opposite A white washed tomb composite I’ll fight for you and overcome your evil and incompetence With common sense I’m honest, kid; this is reconnaissance Upon this issue, I’m in to armistice Check the pharmacist, your harm is self-inflicted There is nothing you can do to arm us with the tools to harness kids Break the pedestal, you better, fool, you play God There’s nothing medical about a dude who’s Vegas What happens in him stays in him No one wins when all you do is to spray venom ________________________________________________ Sin Police, burn the sheep to make yourself feel so much better When will we learn to breathe and not be choked out by ya fetters? Sin Police, burn the sheep to make yourself feel so much better When will we learn to breathe, yeah ________________________________________________ You say one thing and think another; can’t look me in the eye, man, ya not my brother You say one thing and think another; can’t look me in the eye

Say homie, I really appreciate ya helpin hand But you should save it for a weaker, needy, yelpin’, yella type a man Cause I don’t need it, I’m self sufficient, so you can keep ya stupid Woodstock plan I would not accept ya help if I was burning and you were a fire ban I’m a Lone Ranger that rolls uno, best learn that pronto This cowboy don’t need a side kick, so hit the trail Tonto I don’t want no buddy, pal, don’t make me have to spit in ya face, son And make you a Jersey whore cause I’m the REAL situation So, sit on down and grab hands and sing Kumbaya Like a tribe on a quest to be in a room full a girls wearin’ training bras I’m carved from granite, stoned and stoic til the day I die And I’m really not sure how come, so please don’t ask me why I try and try ta figure it out, B, but honestly I just don’t know But I can yell ya brotha, I’m so hard that even my cup rolls solo Marco Polo – time to find out which is better, a tribe or none Is it better to roll in groups or to just remain an army of one? ________________________________________________ What do ya call a hip hop crew that’s down for you? TRIBES And what are homies who’ll take one instead a you? TRIBES There’s so much power in one word, so scream it TRIBES And I got mine until the day I die ________________________________________________ Wooooah! Now hold ya horses, John Wayne Why don’t you explain who you got into this mindframe We could play the blame game til we’re blue in the face But just in case you base your spaciousness on pride You should know that independence is suicide A solo ride? You got better chances with cyanide See, I’m allied, and that’s a pretty good guide Guess you interpret co-dependence as a fault Like havin’ a sidekick brings a Ranger to a halt But lemme tell ya when you’re ridin’ in the dark Ain’t no one got yo six, and son, I never miss my mark Just as you pull my arrow out another hits yo back You may be quick but ya no defense against a tribe attack Don’t need friends? You’ve made your own bed Just don’t complain when I take the scalp from ya head ________________________________________________ What do ya call a hip hop crew that’s down for you? TRIBES And what are homies who’ll take one instead a you? TRIBES There’s so much power in one word, so scream it TRIBES And I got mine until the day I die ________________________________________________ -Don’t try and brand me with a label I’m just telling you the truth -So lay your cards on the table What, you think you’re arrow proof? -I’m the king and you’re the queen You’re just livin’ in a fairy tale -No man, I’m living out the dream You gonna wake up in a scary hell -So the dance should be a do-si-do? That’s what I been sayin’! -Then I’ll watch and see how low we go Now ya walls are decayin’ -I’ll prove you wrong before the dance is done I ain’t here to dance with you -Well then what are we doin’ son? I’m just offerin’ a truce -You tryin’ to run a game on me? More like sparing you your life -Oh, you tryin’ to set me free? Nah, the freedom’s in the knife -Woah, calm ya posse! Your choices are down to two -No need to be so bossy Lose ya scalp or join my crew -I got no backup, this is bad I’ll give ya to the count of three -I thought my junk was ironclad Time’s up, what’s it gonna be? -Well I’d rather roll then end up dead Grab your horse and fall in line -I like the hair that’s on my head A band of tribes will never die ________________________________________________ What do ya call a hip hop crew that’s down for you? TRIBES And what are homies who’ll take one instead a you? TRIBES There’s so much power in one word, so scream it TRIBES And I got mine until the day I die

“See it every day…. nice girls, too Get in a vicious cycle with some Sid Vicious dude Girls, you give a guy that kind of power, what do you expect him to do? Get out now, this will not end well for you” ________________________________________________ Baby, you know I don’t like to raise my voice I’d stay nice and calm if I had the choice It’s just I always thought you woulda made me happy by now You used to be so pretty, it’s like you don’t even try now I know it’s not fair to take it out on you There’s just a thing or two that make it so hard not to shout at you Get so crazy when I see you with other guys I need you to realize..HEY, look me in the eyes You’ll never need another man in your life Good luck findin’ other dudes who’d ever make you a wife Cuz other dudes out there can’t hold a candle to me Wanna test that? Say the word and you’re free, sweet pea Yeah, I will take this personally Quit crying, you’ll ruin our first anniversary Don’t bring out the worst of me, that’d be a mistake Let’s see who misses who when I teach you about heartbreak ________________________________________________ Two years down, can you believe that we made it? I love this thing we have, even if your friends and mom hate it Every time we break up it makes us stronger I’ll get you a ring if you can hold out a little longer Just don’t wanna be wrong or live with some regret Need a girl I can trust and I don’t think that we’re there yet Would never lay a hand on you, not after the last time I love you so much, I hate to see you crying You better never leave me, I swear this is true I’d put a gun to my head before I went on without you You don’t want that guilt, girl, that’s no way to live What’s that supposed to mean? Who you callin’ manipulative? Wonder why I lost control the last time we fought? Quit listening to your parents, they have NO IDEA of what we’ve got Think your OWN THOUGHTS, maybe I won’t get pissed This IS love, baby, you won’t ever have it better than this ________________________________________________ Happy three year anniversary, baby! If it’s not too much trouble, I was thinkin’ that maybe You could open the door and talk a little bit Quit acting like a child, come out here and sit Don’t wanna throw a fit, but I demand your respect How’s that loneliness feel, better than neglect? I told you when I left, you’d start seein’ it my way You’d come around and everything would be fine, babe You gonna change me? Was I something to fix? Most girls give up on fairy tales about the age of six Are you that stupid? Yeah, it’s stupid to blame me Try not to make me mad and I’ll try not to get angry I love you, and that alone is more than you deserve Any other dude woulda already kicked you to the curb It’s absurd to think you’d leave, girl, you’ve always been about me Sure, life is hell, but you don’t know life without me Do you? DO YOU? You gave me this power, what’d you expect me to do? This will not end well for you

It’s been a long time since I felt so inspired, I mainly been walkin’ around ragged and tired, and on the edge Broken and bruised and inwardly tattered because this life has done its job and I’m a man who is battered I’m sorry if this is too real or somehow gets under ya skin I have no other way to express myself, unless I just bury it again But I’m afraid if I do that then the outcome will poor And I don’t wanna be that man, because he scares me, so no more! Verse 1 is introspection on a whole nutha level A devil spittin’ real life to some bass and some treble. A rebel revealing an inward struggle causing him major friction Odds are at any given second I’m trippi’n on some sort of an addition Yet a Christian who’s set free from the person I use to be? Supposedly filled with a brain full of soul changing theology? So why do I see a life a lies and a mockery Inside of my head are all sorts of foul debauchery and the thought of me having Any value worth given 2 rips about Makes me wanna vomit but I can’t imagine livin’ without the doubt The route I be walkin’ on is a lonely one in a crowd And the voices in my head are arguin’ so freakin’ loud and I’m freakin’ out Yet I’m tryin’ to keep it all together But I can sometimes feel myself bucklin’ underneath all the pressure The measure of my own displeasure could never be matched by you So keep ya looks, ya rumors because I already knew _______________________________________________ This is a self anthem of how I been hatin’ me So I really don’t need you to sit there and quietly berate me And you can slaughter this anyway you want to But at the end of this song, man I’m still tryin’ to love you! ________________________________________________ Verse 2 is me just wishful thinkin’ A kinda spoken out loud pipe dream that I keep on chantin’ Now I’m about to share it with you, and you can do with it what you want I pray that you hear what I spew instead of thinkin’ “1 line’s enough!” Cause half the truth is a lie that equals fiction, it’s sick son How peeps be settling for such a description So, here I go with the whole story of what I hope for, then no more Fantasy ends in reality and I’m left with myself and a cold war Yeah, I wish I was a better husband and father And it wasn’t a bother to be selfless, and then there’s my little brother I’m not the perfect example in every circumstance of life I’m so sorry! Believe me, I’m strugglin’ with all the strife My daughter and wife have to deal with this broken man And if it was up to me, man, I woulda never dealt them this crappy hand But I press on, puttin’ one foot in front of the other Praying God makes me a better son to the woman I call my mother _______________________________________________ This is a self anthem of how I been hatin’ me So I really don’t need you to sit there and quietly berate me And you can slaughter this anyway you want to But at the end of this song, man I’m still tryin’ to love you! ________________________________________________ Verse 3 has a redemptive type of quality So there’s absolutely no reason to be critical or hard on me The thought of me ever quittin’ is impossible My mission is a given and I will finish my Ghost Protocol You know the pros and cons of stayin’ or of givin’ in? I done considered ‘em a 1000 times and YES I’m still livin’ em I’ve just been ventin’ Irrelevent thoughts so you’d consider them And maybe someone listenin’ identifies and comes to grip with Him Equippin’ men through spoken word this is my medium And if I can somehow change a life then strip and beat me son Why do we walk around in masks, a circus show of charlatans I’m certain though for me it’s over, I’m done, you know this harlot quits No more a whore, the score is settled and I’m startin’ over Been given a second chance to dance, my life is like a 4 leaf clover So there’s my anthem, got ya dancing, I’m inside ya head You’re not alone! Hope you’re encouraged. Remember what I said _______________________________________________ This is a self anthem of how I been hatin’ me So I really don’t need you to sit there and quietly berate me And you can slaughter this anyway you want to But at the end of this song, man I’m still tryin’ to love you!

-I’m not takin’ myself too seriously Laid back on the mic but I write rhymes furiously Curious George, killin’ cats in their pajamas -My rhymes have more wisdom than a thousand Dalai Lamas -Ya mama’s listenin’ to our songs with a crooked grin Irrelevent’s so clever that it puts her in a tailspin My pale skin’s deceptive like the devil in the desert sands -It may be stupid but the beat still makes you clap your hands -We grandstand no matter how silly we get Get fit for a fair fight, prepare for a forfeit And forget every other thing ya hear before us -Put Irrelevent in and start vibin’ to the chorus ________________________________________________ Yo Vilify, what you wanna do? -Stand here in the booth and get silly with you -Hey Manifesto, you groovin’ to this funky beat? Yeah, homie, I’ma put this track on repeat Yo Vilify, what’d you need to say? -I’m ready to make a mil and be ill today -Man, you want some bling to go with that blang? Yeah, put another diamond in my pinky ring _______________________________________________ I can’t get enough of this funky stuff -It’s rough when you’re rappin’ like the Dog McGruff -But we back and we growl like DMX Keep rock like a Timex, rockin’ a Bowflex Pumpin’ up the biceps, curls for the girls -We liftin’ these raps cuz they beautiful pearls -Do you feel strong as I spit a dope rhyme? I focus on ya foot stomps, that’s how I keep time Cut me a lime for my Tanq and tonic -I’m the six million dollar man, you know I’m bionic -It’s ironic how these lines match the real world I’ll raise a flag once I get the sucka unfurled Better salute it when I reach top mast -If you don’t then Irrelevent is dissin’ yo (WHEEEW!) -Can’t apologize cuz we believe in our liberty Pledge your allegiance to this dope beat ________________________________________________ -Yo Manifesto, what you gonna do? Differentiate between what’s fake and true So Vilify, what you all about -Redefining what constitutes for fame and clout -Hey Manifesto, do you dig this gig? If I d-didn’t I’d be stuttering like Porky Pig So Vilify, how’s it all gonna end? -By you and I settin’ up a brand new trend ________________________________________________ -I’m doin’ the first line, you come in after me Derek and Dustin doin’ doo-wop dastardly Master me, Grasshopper, why don’t you try? -To snatch the pebble from my hand, but I think you will die -Cuz I’m a Kung Fu master kickin’ lyrics like judo Out to change the game like the white man’s Menudo So kudos to anybody tryin’ to replicate -It’s like trying to be a model when you’re overweight -So just chill, Chunky Monkey, while I finish the verse Goin’ live as the curtain’s open cuz you know we don’t rehearse Immerse yourself waist deep as I creep through a lyrical lagoon -Man, that was really good, now I feel like a goon -So let me come back swift and hit a line, you can’t thread it Cuz I spit so quick that your ears get hit before I even said it Come and get it, Vilify rap it up -Put a bow on it, bro, we’re done. Enough’s enough ________________________________________________ -Hey Manifesto, how you feelin’ my brotha? I’d feel like this daily if I had my druthers Yo Vilify, can it get much better -I really don’t think so, homie, I love writin’ every letter -Manifesto, what’ll we do when the song’s over? Start another one, man I thought I told ya! So V, take us out into the bass line -Can’t wait to be on the stage gettin’ some face time ________________________________________________ How can something so solid be so unstable -Some of y’all are thinkin’ these cats aren’t stable A gondola ride with a fraying cable -What? Cuz you saw us on Cops on late-night cable? Every new lyrics like a drop in the ocean -We spit so much deeper, yeah than the ocean Might be juvenile but I’m never slow motion -Hope we get you rockin’ in a left-right motion Brought up Baptist, now I’m bringing down the house -So many nights spittin’ and writin’ in Manifesto’s house Shortin’ out your speakers, quiet as a church mouse -I can’t spit quietly, creepin’ like a church mouse Ain’t it refreshing to hear something Intelligent? -Yeah, we crazy, but what we say is real intelligent Ya now tuned into Irrelevent -Can’t dismiss us, you just say “They’re irrelevant”

What you know about Sittin’ reminsicin’ til ya feelin’ like there’s somethin’ missin’ Ya start to listen to the voice in ya kitchen, it’s like a Glistenin’ epiphany and who you thought you’d always be Has got you reelin’ like a man without a mission It’s an ill position wishin’ things had filled out different Tryin’ siftin’ through the imperfections of reality, but what’s the True definition of insanity? The vanity of lessons unlearned Man, they’re makin’ me crazy! Objects in the rear-view mirror always end up lookin’ clearer Than they should and ain’t as near as they appear, I guess the Biggest fear is knowin’ here is where I’ve settled If I’d meddled with the choices, would you know or even care? Just can’t dare to bare it, made my armor and I’m gon’ wear it Cuz I feel there might be merit in protectin’ my bones This life is mine and I might go at it alone But I take solace in the knowledge these decisions are my own, yo ________________________________________________ We learn from our mistakes, the hard way (BUT YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) Three-peatin’ the same thing, we do it our way (BUT YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) When it gets right down to the nitty gritty (YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) Just remember that hindsight is 20/20 (MAN, YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) ________________________________________________ Always thought by now that I would have it all together But this weather’s never certain, ain’t no pullin’ back the curtain I been flirtin’ with the glances that I know’ll hurt my chances But I’ve got an opportunity… might as well dance! So here we go, I got a new M.O.: Forget about peripherals and pullin’ something typical No longer difficult to live a life of plenty when you finally clear your eyes and find a new 20/20 Being squinty strains the eyes until ya head explodes but no one knows about my goals and these here open roads Hopin’ I cope with gropin’ tightly and I’m never slowed The curse of reverse has been undone, now I’m in forward mode I can recall but I won’t look back and get nostalgic bruh To me that’s death, cuz I don’t do that and end up crawlin’, the time is now to find a playlist and to make it last then pop my shades on, lean way back, and then just hit the gas _______________________________________________ We learn from our mistakes, the hard way (BUT YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) Three-peatin’ the same thing, we do it our way (BUT YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) When it gets right down to the nitty gritty (YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) Just remember that hindsight is 20/20 (MAN, YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) ________________________________________________ I can spend too much time lookin back to see what coulda been but coulda, shoulda, woulda doesn’t gimme sight ta win. What mighta been turns mighty men ta mice and men. And I ain’t Lennie, 20/20 is irrelevant. The skeletons can either haunt ya or just fade ta dust Danger, danger ta play wit anger is a fatal lust. I’m afraid I must if Ima ever learn ta see things clearly, O deary, deary turn the volume up and try ta hear me. Wards back spell it forward for the gold of nugget but I’ve already moved on, gettin closer to da hole, I dug it Holy moly, only the lonely write it 0 2 Ya simply flip the numbers, skip the 1, and spell it high IQ Why I do the things I do I guess I’ll never know But I’ll make my best mistakes in the rear view mirror as I go Then watch em fade into the distance wid a quirky smile I’ll wave goodbye and then I’m done, well, for a little while ________________________________________________ We learn from our mistakes, the hard way (BUT YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) Three-peatin’ the same thing, we do it our way (BUT YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) When it gets right down to the nitty gritty (YOU CAN’T GO BACK!) Just remember that hindsight is 20/20 (MAN, YOU CAN’T GO BACK!)

Why, why can’t you ever be faithful? Why, why are you so ungrateful? I whisper through tears “Your heart’s just not here And I’m living in fear of you going away” ________________________________________________ I stray from arms that be embracin’ me Sour tang in ya mouth from tastin me Bittersweet is the sound of this symphony Cuz the sin in this sinner is unfaithfully Bein’ true to a woman covenantally, I’m mentally dwarfed in hypocrisy And the web of lies I live keeps on hauntin’ me Seems I’d rather jump the fence, so dense, and be A murderer of hearts and dreams Yeah I heard ya girl, with ya wants and needs What ya want from me is commitment, see But ya gave it up for free, greener grass is cheap! Please don’t show me a breast or thigh Because suddenly I become anesthetized Guys, why do we lie and look em in the eye When takin’ their body was the only prize? Why you wanna cry, girl? You were there too I was like a pimp and you’re the prostitute And my thoughts of you stopped when I was through So why don’t we be honest and just speak the truth? Strange how this be called sleeping together There’s no sleeping going on, is that supposed to be clever? A metaphor for whoredom, you can call it whatever You’re a link in a chain that goes on forever Suddenly greener grass isn’t so green and the company ya keep just isn’t so clean It’s stained by the tears of the ones at home who are left in their faithfulness all alone Saying “This disease brings me to my knees And I’m screaming in pain, ‘Would you take me please?’ If need be I’ll do it and just cease to be, and then I’ll never have to deal with his adultery!” ________________________________________________ Why, why can’t you ever be faithful? Why, why are you so ungrateful? I whisper through tears “Your heart’s just not here And I’m living in fear of you going away” ________________________________________________ Somehow way back I got convinced that there’s Greener Grass if I jump the fence and I Haven’t stopped yard-hoppin’ since Til I forgot what it’s like to honor commitments Always looking for something else So I spread my heart out to no avail Knew if I ever sat down and discussed it with myself I’d just end up disgusted with myself So I shrug it off, enable the cycle File it away and continue to spiral Think I’m in control, but what does that amount to When she says she was already warned about you? I’m a fiend, desperate for affirmation But this instant gratification is placin’ Such a weight on my shoulders, I’m starting to fold and I need help God please! Always had big dreams, and they weren’t about wealth More like keeping some shred of respect for myself But now that’s off the shelf, what’s left? Nothing. I’m empty, soul bereft Of any discernible depth Accomplice to multiple thefts of innocence And please don’t see any boast in my penance It’s just that changing means coming to grips with where I’ve been Rip my chest wide open, reveal my sin Cuz I just can’t let this happen again It’s high time I man up Become something for you to be proud of Break free from this cloud of selfish greed And offer up a new me, hands clean _______________________________________________ Why, why can’t you ever be faithful? Why, why are you so ungrateful? I whisper through tears “Your heart’s just not here And I’m living in fear of you going away”

Love- It’s a baseball bat to the head Love- Takes ya to the ledge and leaves ya for dead Love- It’s the biggest fear of millions of men But when the gates are chained, love gets you in _________________________________________ How could I ever expect to understand a saving grace? I struggle at saving face and wasting space This fast-paced race keeps finishing in slow death Figure it’s best if I bail out just in case Sat in the back of a murder trial jury a while back Slack-jawed like a child in awe of the innocence we lack Indictment on humanity, calamity of the highest order Everyone guilty, including the dead body and his baby daughter Slaughter- just a symptom of evil disease That crept into the jury box and slammed me to my knees Thinkin Jesus please, how could you save any of these? If it was me, I’d damn em all to hell and leave em be Including me, so how do you grant reprieve? Don’t understand it but I’m learning to embrace it, Sick of spurning your acceptance, think it’s time I turn and face it ‘Cause I’ve grown so complacent _________________________________________ Love- It’s a baseball bat to the head Love- Takes ya to the ledge and leaves ya for dead Love- It’s the biggest fear of millions of men But when the gates are chained, love gets you in _________________________________________ Man, I’m so in love wit da Gospel, not the awful fossil that I call the falspel. Bristol had sex before marriage, now she can’t get in? Really? Read Luke 7:36 then vomit that ish again. We have been judged by way too many forces. Revelation whatever, and red horses, of course it’s - maniacal, but they defy da bull, while they try ta pull, the wool over your eyes. Despise the lies because homie you acceptable! Forget confessionals cause crosses are collectibles. No need for a priest because our God is so accessible. It’s not contestable, suggestible, protestable. It’s a truth set in stone, a law of love, and non amendable! It don’t matta if ya pre, mid, or post cross, or what he did, she did, or we did, it’s the same cost. Now the blames off. Ya clear ta live unshackled by anxiety, cause if the Gospel sets ya free then ya free. No, ya really free! _________________________________________ Love- It’s a baseball bat to the head Love- Takes ya to the ledge and leaves ya for dead Love- It’s the biggest fear of millions of men But when the gates are chained, love gets you in _________________________________________ And He said “Stop! I love you, I don’t care what you’ve done. You deserve to die but I took it from you and put it on my Son We’ve already won, so what are you hiding from? How will you ever learn to love if you continue to run?”

Gimme somethin’ I can cling to Gimme somethin’ I can sing to Please, gimme somethin’ with a ring to it If you got music I got somethin’ I can bring to it! ________________________________________________ Screw it! If I’m gonna do it, then I just gotta do it Music makes me fluent in 100 different languages 27 years and I finally go the stones to tattoo it Can’t wait to preview it, so I’m rippin’ off the bandages Had the itch, but I had my hands tied behind my back Start jackin’ with a pen and a napkin, realized I can scratch A mismatch, but a fresh batch for your rap station I’ve reached my peak and these lyrics are my culmination! Hold on, back up, I’m gettin’ a bit ahead of myself Let’s take it back to pullin’ piano books from my momma’s shelf Ticklin’ ivories led to an affinity for vibin’ beats Gimme somethin’ with a violin and I’m violent entirely I’m smilin’, cuz I look straight off the set of Glee But this killing spree on a Beatles beat has been wellin’ up inside of me A sight to see, but the darkness looks like light to me Already paid my fighters fee, so I might as well glove up and swing! ______________________________________________ Gimme somethin’ I can cling to Gimme somethin’ I can sing to Please, gimme somethin’ with a ring to it If you got music I got somethin’ I can bring to it! Gimme somethin’ I can vibe to Gimme somethin’ I can die to Please, gimme somethin’ with a beat to it If you got music I got somethin’ I can bring to it ________________________________________________ It’s like a musical baseball bat to the head Ya thought it was off base, but ya see it wakes me from the dead A triple hitter, equipped with quips and rhythm that heals every schism And some people don’t get that it’s a melodic type of exorcism The best songs are given a catchy beat and riff that overshadows The strongest spliffs and rogue sad lows that go nowhere – I had em iPad em and look up the lyrics but be leery Cause the query can either lift ya up or make ya teary (Please hear me!) I want this rap to draw you near me so we can understand The power of a written song, strong, can’t be wrong, and it goes long Even when the music stops ya head will still be bobbin’ along Ah, it’s metaphysical, bringin’ peeps together who bow down to God or Allah! I was told a lot that hip-hop was the devil’s tune But I never bowed down to that level and soon I loosed a cannon of free thinkin’, walked the plank and went off the deep end Again, and again, learned how to swim, treadin’ water But this time with no life vest! ______________________________________________ Gimme somethin’ I can cling to Gimme somethin’ I can sing to Please, gimme somethin’ with a ring to it If you got music I got somethin’ I can bring to it! Gimme somethin’ I can vibe to Gimme somethin’ I can die to Please, gimme somethin’ with a beat to it If you got music I got somethin’ I can bring to it ________________________________________________ Sounds absurd, but the music takes me homeward (There’s no place like home!) Sounds absurd, but the music takes me homeward (There’s no place like home!) Sounds absurd, but the music takes me homeward (There’s no place like home!) Sounds absurd, but the music takes me home ________________________________________________ -Hey Manifesto, is music like a lifeline? A rooted tree in the middle of a mudslide -Sometimes, ya know the music overtakes me I’m tongue-tied, still these critics underrate me -Berate me! Still I’m spittin’ truth instead of fiction Try to cop it but it’s way out of your jurisdiction -The gavel slams, ignore the verdict from the bench Think ya got me pinned ’til you find yourself inside a clench -Knee to the stomach as I drop ya to the floor and then Send you a gift basket, sign it “From Irrelevent” -Shoulda spent some time perfectin’ what you call a skill May not respect it, but eventually I know you will ________________________________________________ It takes me home (I got somethin’ I can bring to it!) It takes me home (I got somethin’ I can bring to it!) It takes me home (I got somethin’ I can bring to it!) It takes me home (I got somethin’ I can bring to it!)