[SuperTanzi]

To my man Rick

Routines we used to kick

Every time you used to battle me

You told me I should quit

But nah kid, I stayed on that obnoxious

Fake shit, mob shit

You told me it was toxic

I lost it, but then you got it right back

You remember those fly chicks we used to mack

And those stacks

You used to try to jack

But somehow I always stayed away from all that

But yo this was round the time

When everything was wack

My Dad was telling me I had to pack

My shit into the UHAUL

And then its like the mood all just changed up

It's like we never came up

In the same place

You choose a mandate to make paps

While I read and studies lessons

You started counting mad bank and collecting

Never stressing the herbal was your essence

I hadn't seen or heard from you in 5 years

And in my life I'm trying to keep my mind clear

That's why I cried tears of joy

When I moved from the rank of unemployed

And now I stand poised as the artist

But memories could be the hardest

Like just last night

I kinda had to catch fright

They locked you up

And caught you with the fucking black light

And as I ponder

How two lives could so diverge

I put it on the mic

So as to give it words

[BMAN]

Welcome World!

Welcome all you boys and girls, girls especially

This is to thee cause there's no better muse for a melody

Than to see your eyes light up

Singing too you at my bedside

With a manner that they don't teach in medical school

Cause it'd be violating privacy rules

I want to cure you of all your ills

Want to make your life forever pleasure

So we can sit back and chill

But I can't cause I'm a weak man

And by that I mean I'm a man

So my weakness was planned by a higher power

I suppose that like a flower blooms

I assume I'm working towards a moment

That justifies this pending doom

I'm thinking now I'm drinking now I'm drunk

Smell like a skunk

In lust

Cause my pheremones have their own little home

Where they come and go out of my control

Pulsating from my soul

And right now the signals a direct hit

Trying to activate your two leg drive on that stick shift

First we bolt at a high speed

A little nervousness, a little hungry greed

Then we gotta slow it all down on occasion

To enjoy the signts and the sounds

That we miss in our racing

But time is a-wasting so we can't dilly dally all day

In child's play

Hit the full throttle as we head to the pinacle

And for that instant life is a miracle