[Intro]

This right here is a vocal exercise

Verses and freestyles, three to one, that's a ratio

Ayo so let me explain how this is gonna work

When you hear this sound *Gun cocks*

That means I'm about to go in off the top of my head

Everything else is pre written, these verses are all wordplay

The tone and the emotions of the lyrics change

They progress in the same way as the album does

Think of all these verses as the cracks between the songs

It's extra, I want to recap what's been going on and start to hint for what's to come

This is where I, elaborate on what I mean

You know, this'll, this'll help explain my ideology

There's knowledge hidden in here that's gonna make the album click together

No Backups, no editing, it's just gonna be one vocal track ya know?

I'm gonna keep it nice and simple, simple beat

And I'm a real emcee so I don't need a crazy beat to flex

I just let my lyrics do the talking, so uh, how long did I make this beat?

45 minutes? Yeesh! Alright... let's go!

[Verse 1]

Ayo, don't fuck with me, don't fuck with Nicky G

I run rap like track like Steve P, ooh-wee

I got the lyrical heat

The inferno that burns through your journal (Mos Def)

I'm out for blood like a Crip, I'm swashbuckling ships

Put my roots with my loot like a pirate

All my music, Internet pirate-ed, I'm violent when my mind is dilate

I spit so much it drips on my own dick

The only thing I'm riding is my own dick

And the only thing I write is my own shit

That's a shot at ghostwriters and my consciousness

So let me tell you what my options is

I can either be pompous or an optimist

And I can even sell celibates if I was a black market auctionist

The new clients monogamous

I got this shit like a gastroenterologist

I like to pop my zits and be with a B.I.G. butt Notorious (bitch!)

Shut up and listen I got more christenings to give

I'm a monster like the loch ness

I could ground you up and eat you like sausage

And if you're easily nauseous don't watch this

'Cause I'll go straight for your esophagus

Just playin', I kill 'em with kindness

I'm full of life like metropolis, you know I rock this shit

Swing a sword at it like a Boblikin, leave your one legged friend hobblin'

And I got lines like red Robins fries, bottomless

[Verse 2]

Sometimes I don't believe in myself like I'm heaven sent

Sometimes I don't feel myself, self-celibate

I could save a million lives and find a way to talk myself

Out of the relishment

'Cause nothing's ever good enough for a perfectionist

I've been too negligent with my intelligence

I've been a resident inside of being hesitant

Focused on the irrelevant, no longer can that be my precedent

Time to develop my replenishment

And Let my actions become the evidence

I got big shoes to fill now, I grew up and filled out

But a lot of my dreams spilled out, I robbed myself and took the till out

Feeling like I shot myself in the face with bullet cases

Put holes in a lot of situations

But now I'm trying to raise my innovations

Climb to the top of the Appalachians

Where I can grasp my aspirations

That's why I bleed in every rap that I'm makin'

Every beat is yeast, I been bakin'

The lines are the icing to complete the cake

I had patterns of bulimia so I stuff my face

I wilted, but I put new flowers in the vase

Water myself everyday

Sunk in my roots opened my eyes, to obtuse

More than right, then left into flight

Got high I'm off my vocal pipe

Then ate the ripe fruit, happiness is the pursuit

Shoot any dispute, ain't no problem I can't compute

Ain't no dispute I can't compute

And I'm en route to becoming the progidy

I'm en route to becoming the progidy

I'm en route to becoming the prog-prodigy

I'm en route to becoming to prodigy I was when I was ten

Except now I'm a grown man

I can really do things now I don't have to pretend

Like I used to in my bedroom

Look at the starts out my window and tell myself "I'll be there soon"

[Verse 3]

I started out as whack, I took the time to fine tune my craft

Fast forward my time lapse

Now I rhyme tight with no slack, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back

I'm back and you're addicted to me like smack

So Inhale my words like crack, relax and let your eyes roll back

I'll align your spine with a tap

I can see my abs now I sat up, I got a six-pack now

But that doesn't add up, my hunger should mean I'm Santa Claus fat now

At last I finally found my knack

I took the bite from the apple on your mac

And regurgitated it back into this rap

I got more lines than topography maps

I more obsessed with myself than making sure that you clap

But I know you're sitting there in your chair

Making your head move forward and back

I molded these rhymes to be harder than a cast

I read (Read) and breathe more jazz than a sax

I stick to my pacts I'm truthful like that

I snack on anything like a pack of rats

I'll give you a smack if you say you hate blacks

But as a matter of fact, I hate black cats

If I see one in my path, fuck that I'll take the long way back

And I'm a scholar in college but don't ever say that I'm frat rap

That's whack crap about smashing fat racks and raping girls with fat asses

If I ever saw that happen, I would rip off your nutsacks!

I kid, but don't give me a reason to create a bloodbath

[Chorus]

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[Freestyle 1]

I see these things, these things that I bring

The metal, wood and clay to which I cling

Which I think will be what I die from

So I might as well enjoy it now, so why run?

I put the world in my lungs

I think I'll die young

And spit it to you as the truth from the blunt that I speak

And spit it to you as the truth from the tongue that I speak

Listen to me spit these bars as I'm freestyling

[Verse 4]

This is a warpath you can track by the bloodbath

Contractions of a muskrat jump the fuck back

I got my palm on my nutsack

My other palm's in the palms that consist of my dub sac, ha!

I got a Backwood under my mustache

I hide my eyes with some sunglass-es

I copped for free, fuck your logo fashion

I'm comfortable with who I am, I don't need to be masked in

I'm back and back in as the captain of these captions

An assassin with verb-al actions

You, plus your crew, is still a subtraction

I'm narcissistic I only think about my rations

My mind is the abstract rap contraption so fasten

Your seat belts, this is a wild ride

Resurrection from a mind that died

Guided back into the life of light

Then applied with a wide stride of pride

Never slip or slide, never tongue-tied

I reside in music to confide

In my thoughts ideas and fears, I'm in gear

And I'm not looking at the rear view mirror, I found my career

It appeared at a severe time of fear

I engineered it to be premier and now I see with my ears

And I'm in the clear of the frontier, fight or flight?

Stress me I might take your life

Smite ya with the height of what I cite

Take a bite, I'm a knight of the night

I dwell in the moonlight when the ghouls have goon fights

I'm outright polite face to face

But when I write, I might just put you in your place

I got the sleight of hand, point and case

I work real hard every day's a rat race

[Verse 5]

I'm about to inject you with the verbal slime

The vegetables of rhyme, nutrition for your mind

Poke your nerves in your spine

Emcees be all over the place with their rhymes

While mine remain defined, glued to perfection

I kiss the mic with affection

My mind is taking time for some stretchin'

Bending galaxies into my verbal collection

My ethics remain the most pristine

You don't know half the shit I've seen

Drugs, violence and money ain't my scene

That shit's obscene, failure is not in my genome

I eat rappers like amino

Acid I spit, I'm sick make you need chemo

I got the heart of a king, I'm casino

I keep my profile on the D-low

That way if I need to snap a neck, I can creep slow

I'm quiet but alert like Cappuccino

For every rhyme you have, I got a kilo

I torpedo my ego of being half Latino

With rhymes that are jalapeño

A mean flow, like a lunch money

Bully, I got leverage like a pulley

Pull your body in the gully, then assassinate ya subtly

Fire rhymes, I'll boil your blood till it's bubbly

I must boil your blood because I can't leave evidence

I can't have a conscious that is decadence

I'm perfecting the elements, so I can raise a hell-ish genesis

Inject ya membranous tissues with my sentences

Your brain is my new residence

So prepare for ideas of excellence and long nights of restlessness

I'm reckless, I'll erode your skeletal with tetanus

Spit the most venomous, leave you stranded in a nebulous

Unless you're in for my best interest

I'll show you benevolence, fly us away on a Pegasus

Let you benefit from my intelligence

My rhymes are the perception of medicine that is perfection

Known to cure cancer, bulimia and depression

That last one is a self-tested assessment

[Verse 6]

I'm back with a bad habit of being a rabbit and too hop to be toe tag-ged

I'll incinerate you if you discriminately use the term faggot

Bury your skeleton inside of the slime of the maggots

That's the way its' gotsta happen if you're a foul mouth bastard

Who thinks backwards you capsize slacker

Step into my rapture, this is chapter one

It's do this or do a backwards gun

That last one rhymed with try

You imbecile child step into my trial

Let's see if you follow the crevices or smile

Let's see if you can decipher my rhyme style

It's gold wealth, disguised in stealth

Subliminal messages that tend to melt

Your brain it's actually not good for you health

So maybe you shouldn't listen to me

Maybe you should just do your own thing

But just know I have a swarm of bees ready to sting

Emerging, from underneath my lunula fing-ertips

Talk ya shit, I ain't allergic in fact I'll probably learn it

Churn it, inside of the pot, stir it, take the recipe and burn it

Then emerge it 2.0 the newer version

And now everybody's drinking my syrup

I'm the best in the west let's not get into a stirrup

From CA through Oregon, Washington to Alberta

[Chorus]

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[Freestyle 2]

You wanna hear some words?

I don't give a fuck about a verb, or a noun, I'm profound

Sniffing out pounds of herb like a hound

I'm always at work, spinning pizzas picture perfect round

I got a low-key sound and I'm bound

To have a Loki crown that's golden brown

Pretty girls pucker like a goldfish mouth

I'm about to get a sucker on me down south

I'm losing my marbles like change in the couch

I guess my mindset is my new allowance

[Verse 7]

I elope, in these dark thoughts of a man

Reaching for the ends to which they span

I'm creeping on myself I just need the white van

Weighing actions versus consequences by the gram

I've been blowing myself up like '42 japan

I'm the number one rank in any clan

And I'm just speaking frank, Anne

And I'm walking on the plank of the shark tank

My boat already sank so I'd better start to thank

Oil the gears as they crank, swivel the gun on the tank

And I'm the dope boy and this here is dank

Every song has a ploy, I come out with a shank

This ain't a toy, this the gun of a tank

This ain't a coin, this is the whole bank

I'm the dope boy, my product is dank

[Verse 8]

I'll hydrate ya like hydrocortisone

I'm in my zone I've already flown

Migrated to Oregon, my head's a mess I need a comb

Miss my family kiss 'em on the phone

I'm up and coming, I'm all up and grown

I'm tryna compare myself to the legend of Davy Jones

I'm in construction watch out for my orange cones

And I'm known for drinking milk so I'm not prone to broken bones

So come at me with your full blown

And problems about the O-zone

[Verse 9]

I came out, I came out, I came out, I came out

And when my mother came around, she said "I hate your sound"

I thought "Fuck you talking 'bout now?"

She said "You're not brown, you didn't grow up downtown

Sometimes I think you do these things just to see me frown"

I thought "Fuck off, can't knock me down"

I'm not in this for a crown, I'm in this only for the sound

Who needs to care whether I'm black white or brown?

It's only what I say and convey that counts

I was in the pound, impounded, who let the dogs out?

I may have been lost but I came back found

With a new collar and a shiny name tag on

A whole new lawn of grass to aim and pee on

Eat sleep and play with repeat on

Barking at the mailman to be gone

'Cause I don't trust the government

It seems like they're crooked and crumblin'

I wanna make my paycheck and not funnel it

Back into paths where I just run a bit

People need structure but government feels fluctuated

Easily hated, but I think we'd hate it if we didn't make it

And if we didn't have laws we would all have died 100 years ago all too faded, it's undebated

Human nature is more destructive than creative

That's why you should praise me for being patient

I got a relationship with God

And he says "Dog, it's all backwards, our spots

Responsibility in you, in knocks

You're the new boss, take it out for a shot"

I'm shocked, for a second my heart stopped

And my stomach dropped, me and God just flopped...

So the first thing I’mma do is smash the crown with a rock

Burn the throne, no more idols to mock

My idea of leadership is like Spock

Rid of emotion and respect the cock (Atmosphere)

Eat, sleep and fuck is what we got

Take it back to the basics of the block

I need your help so give me your hand

There's a revolution out there for us to understand

All of us create it, there's no plan

Shits been spinning the same like a fan

Let stand, and create a template to end all of what we debate

This is a race, keep your pace

[Chorus]

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[Freestyle 3]

It courses through my brain, it-it-it-it's in my sayins

It's every motherfucking thing that I've been playin'

And every, I've been, I've been sprayin'

Running through these god damn lyrics every day in

Day in, night out 'cause I'm a dark knight right now

I'm under the moon, I'm literally on Mt. Baldy

You motherfuckers ain't know shit about the shots that I’ve be calling

Man what the fuck am I talking about?

I'm just, I'm just high right now

I-I'm too high, I'm too high

Literally I'm like 2000 feet above, above sea level

Check my, check my fucking levels

I need to turn the gain down I sound distorted

Man my rhymes are so nice it's like I'm imported

[Verse 10]

Ayo, I was six feet deep, in something that I dug

But I just pulled myself up outta that rut, I'm here to stir a muck

Bring the fuck with the ruckus, ooh I'm so luscious

This is how many fucks I give ****

Hut hut, Andrew Luck, I'm back in play

Or re le, Chez Jose, this is where I lay this is where I wanna stay

Every night every day

Blow up like Michael Bay

Actually fuck fame, that shit crayfish, if you in it for the money you a bitch

I don't say this often but you can suck my dick

Egotistical pricks I turn into bowels

I'm a wild dog you want to hear me howl?

I'm like a soul on ice with the solstice at night

Insomniac werewolf with a bite

I scream for ice cream but I wouldn't do much for a Klondike

Don't believe the hype, they're just alright

But G the motherfucker who strikes with might

[Verse 11]

I got bars that'll take me further than mars

I've known it from the start so I've been perfecting my art

Your part, is not much in my scheme

Just make sure you scream when I'm on stage

Have everybody listening, my life's pristine

Wake up and smoke weed, say "Hello" to the team

We just trying to get some C.R.E.A.M, Wu-Tang

Who saying that I'm playing? I'm a rap abomination

Emcee's praying that I won't slay 'em

On their own beat, on their own street

And hear their mother's weep as I leave a card by their feet

Says "I ended the blindness, sincerely the Finest", ooh-wee

I'm always kill 'em with kindness, ooh-wee, I got the lyrical heat

The inferno that burns though your journal (Mos Def)

I put my sweatshirt on so that's word to Earl

I expel pearls, I'm not talking about the necklace

I'm reckless, I'll always eat a pussy out for breakfast

I'm next bitch, so don't judge this dude

You don't know what the fuck I've been through

Too, much has been put into this

So I ain't leaving until I have a gold fucking necklace

Yes, I-I must spit to impress

Before I'm the next best to put the mic to rest

Mos Def, taught me mathematic tactics, most rap is lackin'

So I'll start the reaction of (INhale) in action

That's oxygen in action, I got L's being passed

And I can sleep when I'm dead so for now let me rap

[Verse 12]

I'm leaping off cliffs to expand my wingspan

Morphing my brain into a sphere

So every angle that appears is clear

Gain the ability to sneer in the face of fear

Fear is nothing

Compared to what I've been cooking and stuffing

Inside the turkey, it's murky and doesn't understand what is mercy

It's out for blood and boy am I thirsty

Swimming in dreams of virgins and wine

Disembodied the shrine, gave it a design

Of thought, individuality, acts of kind with immortal minds

Death is just a race against time

To see who can accomplish what within it

Death to the men who undermined women

And I feel as if I never will die

As I can accomplish whatever I try, apply my mind

Into the eyes and look right through the sky

My soul is as soft as the fuzz on a peach

Embodying every freak that I meet, we have more genes?

Than every speck of sand on a beach

What does that mean? Where is the gene?

That makes an act of mean? Where is the gene?

That births a queen? Where is the gene?

That causes my lucid dreams?

Where is the gene that made G

The Jesus of DJ-ing and spitting this lyrics?

You know this shit is more than just appearance

This shit is really, it goes deep inside of my veins

It courses through my sayings

[Verse 13]

It's me and my words against the world

I talk a lot so I don't need a referral

You can't unrecord, so this shit is eternal

I'm smooth with my verbal and this beat is fertile

So I fuck it, every night tuck it

Into bed, wake up she gives me head

Then puts her head on my stomach

She tells me she loves it and loves when

I unbutton what's covering her

And plummet into her muffin, pussy so sweet

Caramel, chocolate vanilla and poppy seed

Yo I'm papa G, word to B poppa I-G, I see, hip-hop properly

I'm about to take radio rap out of poverty

Run an iPod monopoly with a free music economy

Wreck the record label my philosophy

I've overcome mountains

You got anything else that can stop me?

You best eat your broccoli

'Cause you gon' need to be real strong to stop me

Except I ain't stopping

[Chorus]

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[Freestyle 4]

Except I ain't stopping you copy?

Think about what you say before you're sorry

That's why I'm old fashioned like Atari

I'm on my grind doing Ollie's, all these raps are quality

I don't have a favorite one, I'm about equality

I'm in the trees like a koala be

I got the world's best heart, I'm fatherly

That's why all these crazy bitches want to have their fawn with me

Quit calling me, I don't wanna be bothered

You see, I've met a whole lot of you ladies

And you're all fucking crazy

Had one girl fake a pregnancy

Expecting me to stick around

All these women try and tie me down with a baby

Ah "Just put it in without a condom" I've heard way too often

Followed by "It's alright, I took the pill"

Bitch I don't trust you and that's how I feel, ha!

I ain't amused but you're a muse for me to use

Always spew the holy holy like in the pew

I got a birds eye view and sick with my own flu

With which I might fly by and kill you

Catch that or was that too much for you?

I hope you caught it 'cause now your finally dead

Now I don't have to waste any lead

You're so-so but I'm every thread

And all your opinions are just things that I've already said

[Verse 14]

My lips are always chapped from all the air I drag

What goes in must come out and my sentences are bad

My soul is at the end of a mag, I see a man with a bag

I look the other way, I see the man with the segregated flag

Which way do I go? What do you think?

You take me stupid or someone on the brink

Of world peace and humanity in sync

And all of this within an arms reach

So I can't blink until I find the missing link

[Verse 15]

Twenty-one years in the makin' and the whole time I been going bacon

I think I've been pacin', I'm near my final destination

Life isn't patient, it wants what it wants and takes it

And then it sees what it wants and creates it

These are the basic rules of life

Day after night, until the end of time

So why do we fight? What is wrong? What is right?

The only lesson I've learned is don't believe the hype

Can we even learn? Or is it just lessons that we have to earn?

Why do we yearn? Life always ends in turn

So why do I smoke the fern? Is it the INhalation of the burn?

Why do I like to curse? Why do I like to flirt?

Why do I write this verse? What really are words worth?

Do they really serve a purpose or is it getting lost in the universe?

Should I try to fly like the birds, or dig tunnels with the worms?

Why do I want these things? Are the answers really what I search?

I'm trying to answer life before I lie in the hearse, yeah!

[Verse 16]

I see, I see hip-hop as a gun, it gives power to the man who yields one

But it gives a whole nother level of power to the man who really knows how to wield one

Same thing how it takes talent to go semi pro

But it takes a whole lotta work to go professional

It's a big difference, it's the big leagues versus the amateurs

It's the circumference versus the diameter

The worker versus the manager

The peasant versus the chancellor

The black house cat versus the panther

It's me versus hip hops ramblers

Quit being inconsiderate

And taking away from an art form

So you can get your liquor in

That was built to make a difference through brutal honesty

And enlightening the policies of what us inaudibly to common to see

NBC, just wants gossip

I'm here in the form of the long lost prophet

Allah reincarnated with Muhammad

Serving the blood of my heart in a goblet

Knowledge of an entire life in every droplet

Flow of a faucet that's sick like vomit

That last line is a composite of a sonnet, I'm preparing to pay with my life

And my words are my breath, and wallet is being held under a knife

The pressure is precise, the ethics of a man I like to exercise

Experience is the best teacher of wrong versus right

So don't believe the hype

I'm not always right despite being a white, man

I'm right because I stay up at night to write my insight until I can't feel my hand

This is something that's bigger than me

And I won't quit until I can put it in between my teeth

[Verse 17]

They say what I say ain't as important as what I do

But I'm confused, because what I bring to you is the same two

Hold up Steve let's sniff out the Blues Clues

This one's sweat on my neck like J. Crew

Let's sniff out the Blues Clues and take a J cruise

Chains of thought weigh like slave shoes

Not what you should see but what they choose

It's what they put on our shoes with swoosh labels

We released information over the Internet for free to anyone who was able

With cells into portable tables and cables

[Chorus]

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[Freestyle 5]

Uh, I don't know what to say, uh

Whassup? Whassup? Whassup? Whassup?

I can be an emcee or I could be the drummer

I can make more sound than the engine of a Hummer

Bummer, that you have to sit the sideline

While I spit raps and ride the high rise

You need to climb a mountain just to get in my eyesight

And I can make this real messy like we was in a pie fight

That's 3.14

What 'chu know about that? Nothing? Well there's the door

I suggest you still get out while it's easy like a whore

'Cause if you stand there and rebuttal when I come back around there's gonna be a whole, lot, more

[Verse 18]

My face been multiplying acne like I'm a mathlete

I'm feeling crappy like 2015 Crabtree

I feel like a has be, so I drink coffee, until the break of dawn

While rapping, zeppelin' rocking, ignorance the new armeggadon

I've had lots of time to reflect the concept of many wrongs

Addiction to electronic restriction has humanity dead and gone

Has everything I think been thought? Is it just the credits on?

Am I ever creative or just invasive like Jason Statham in The Italian Job? That's a whole different song, pause, new topic

[Verse 19]

I'm watching the blur of green trees and leaves

Feeling like nothing ever mattered

I can feel the vibration through the cars tire feet

Recline and the rocks'll start to sing you to sleep

Elevation is what we seek, the summit is under my feet

This forest is quiet no birds cheep, fresh air meant to INhale deep

The smoke from the blunt starts to seep, into my lungs take in the heat

Smoke on the view, gaze on the haze, baker, I'm covered I'm fog

Crepes with a glaze of hazelnut gourmet sauce

Topped off with whipped bliss of the gods

Smoke smog with my dawgs, smash, no items or mods

Not a monster but a cookie hog

I'm pretty odd, do whatever I feel when I wake up

Too many things to do than stay put and stay stuck

Add a little flavor with a spray of the shaker

I'm a creator who just gave this crater and it's big as fuck

You could roll in its deep but it's like the wheels on the bus

Darkness makes you ponder if the difference of life is on purpose or luck?

Why am I me and not a big buck?

Why does my head point to happiness and big bucks?

Why is my head not the shape of a duck?

What if monkeys are secretly smarter than us?

What if they're the ones running the experi-munts?

They act dump to puppeteer us with ropes

You can't understand any other life except the one yours chose

But yet all our electrons rotate so close

Created the difference between inland and coast

Dead and living folks and the concept of hope

Isotopes and molecules

I be running through this shit that I cule

[Verse 20]

I can think though any situation, I got the bossest consciousness

Filled with the rawest faucet of flawless

Thoughts that blossom, into colossal gospel, my words are fossils

Here to staym spread and spray

From Boston to Austin to the bay

I display an awesome buffet of parfaits that convey

Past clichés and will live on past my day when I pass away

I'm molding my days like clay

And churning the furnace to not decay, so preserve my DNA

Like fine cabernet wine and sip it on my Judgment Day

Eat my words like sorbet soufflé at my cafe

The fires crackling, my mouth is babbling

Trying to tackle what happening

Around me, but sadly, I don't think I'm scratching

The surface of the half of it

I'm passing time trying to remind

Every pacifist that they're accurate

I'm trying to ejaculate the immaculate all over your face

Make ya taste my miraculous case

I'm trying to calculate every single angle

Untangle hatred and become the grateful patrons

Underneath those clothes we're all naked, we're all related

So let's hug each other, snap the moment and paint it

Make it a song on everybody's playlist

And label it the greatest

[Chorus]

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[Freestyle 6]

Oh you're a fat ass? Boo-hoo

Quit going to McDonald's and make your own fucking food

It's not rocket science it's not even voodoo

Don't eat donuts motherfucker get your head right

And at night, I don't obey the law of red lights

I do donuts what I drive, I spin around in my mind

I got the eyesight of the three blind mice times thrice

That's nine, that's nice, I don't listen to Christ

I don't like being told what not and what to do

Call me a rebel but that's just what I'm meant to do

I'm amendable but if I led, I'd be incredible

Don't run out of lead in your pencil 'cause my lessons' immensful

[Verse 21]

I'm on sixteenth alley in the Cascade valley

North of Cali', I been working out my mind like Bally

Cooking something up on the galley

Putting beats in body bags, add up the tally

My raps are pieces of art, I got a whole gallery

I can pep talk a rally into a riot for the finale

Flow sweeter than berries like Halle

Ooh, I like them caramel girls

The scandalous girls, fuck me like an animal girls

Bring out my instincts, make me go primate

Annihilate your eardrums with vibrate

Tions, I hydrate with nitrate, so I flow with nitrous, let loose like

On Friday night with a pipe

Packed with kief of the leaves

That allows me to catch Zs

'Cause I don't sleep, Geez Louise

Nicky G, He's the missing piece of the puzzle

Between peace versus muzzles, I paint a picture with my easel

I got a lot of power I need diesel

With a flow so lethal my language needs to be illegal

I got the nose of a beagle and the talons of an eagle

I turn ya into fecal then roll you around like a dung beetle

I'll stab you with a bees needle and put you in the fetal

Position, a fucking animal on every composition

159 is the addition of my cognition

So when I'm speaking you need to shut the fuck up and listen

Just kidding, but I'm just more than a musician

I got food for thought that's nutrition

I'm a poetic dietician and fuck paying tuition

I'd rather spray my ammunition

I'm in a high gear transmission and I just sparked the ignition

[Verse 22]

I been creeping through the peep hole

Weed Os till my feet slow, shoot a beat then I reload

Nicky G, G is for giant with my fe-fi-fe-flow

Stomp, the ground erodes, yo, he flow like he got the cheat codes

He is not an equal, King Midas touch when he flow, he speak gold

Deceitful, like Rumpelstiltskin like Rumpelstiltskin

Chilling with the fill in villain, I'm just your enemy until I make a killin'

I'm throwing curveballs like Curt Schillin'

I'm iller than a chinchilla that has ten children

Fighting off evil women like Scott Pilgrim

I swear I've met more than a million

And I don't do this for them, I do this for the feelin'

I do this for the chemistry of my brain stem

Raise the mayhem, out my cranium, not the best

But definitely in the top ten and offended

If you think different, not what I want but I spit what I am

[Verse 23]

I may be introverted and shy but in my mind, lies, a consciousness

Where I got enough confidence

And competence to accomplish an entire continent

I got a horoscope of a broke metronome

I'm the holy ghost giving every note a home

I'll straighten out your head like a comb

I'm flowing Rivers like Joan

Get girls wet like boats, I float with ease

I got a whole lotta ways to cut the cheese

I got an army of chords and keys

I breathe these raps like breeze

I got your hands up like I told you to freeze

But unlike the police, I'm pro free

I'm digging tunnels underground where the moles be

Dip me like guacamole

I'm raising all you kids like Angelina Jolie

I'm a god, on the low key like a bass note

I was born in the winter I'm straight cold

I'll give you a splinter with a dull icicle

I'll break the ice in your skull, throw your corpse off the hull

You'll feed the seagulls, my words should be illegal I'm so lethal

I got retrieval skills like a beagle, snatching the egg of an eagle

Which I feed my people to lead past the cathedral to laugh in the face of evil

And I won't stop until the Devil lays peaceful

And all men are treated equal, I got a sequence of sequels

This is just the prequel of the needle

[Chorus]

Clips, clips, clips, clips

Reload *Gun cocks*

Reload *Gun cocks*

Reload, shoot

[Freestyle 7]

I just smoked a blunt, my body is retarded

My mind has departed, rolled a back and sparked it

The moon isn't even the farthest

I've traveled, through galaxies and seen through fallacies of the most lethargic

That last line was a hiccup

That last beat I made, I need to turn the kick up

Make my vocal pop because listen how I spit luck

Gain respect and get trust

Maintain flexed, Nick's, maintain flexed, Nick the mista

It's when the pressures on that defines who you are

Are you subpar or you can reach the bar?

Except the bar is meant to be lifted and I'm the motherfucking gifted!

Who be spittin' and kickin' all of this goddamn different, things that I've been liftin'

[Verse 24]

I'm like a magician I can disappear into thin air

I brainstorm so much I wake up with Einstein's hair

I'm in a race against a tortoise and I'm the hare

But this ain't the story you used to hear

I'm trying to rewrite history with a flare so rare

My skins so fair I can give you a ghost-like scare

But in reality I'm sweeter than a pear

With a mistook left hook that can leave you impaired

My words sting like Nair and they slap like a snare

I rhyme snuggly like a big teddy bear

My flow spreads like a spiders web, step into my lair

I'm making the world change, I'm not waiting like Mayer

I spend my time as a god like creator

So if music dies I can rise and be the savior

[Verse 25]

Ain't no limits to this gift

I'm tired of cheese and crackers I want to live the Ritz

Bliss, death has given me a kiss

But that's another story that's was some shit

Let's just say I appreciate what it means to live

I hold in my genes, jeans, my kids

And honest I hope they never get my lisp

Money power and happiness

I can't scratch away this itch, it's a bitch

My soul could never be beat even by Chuck Norris' fists

My goal is to become a young enormous prince

My name on all the tourists' lists, a camera click with a horde of pics

Give all the Swedish chicks a foreign dick, I feel immortal with this

Take a shot I pray it miss, cause my sleeves' got more tricks

Too many things I want to fix, I'm just a kid I eat Trix

I want to get under your skin like ticks

The clock ticks and tocks I think time is a paradox

I have too many thoughts to talk

And if you're racist, suck my cock here's a box of dicks

That last line was a little bit ridiculous

But that's okay, because I'm named Nicholas

And I try to stay fresh and packed like pickles is

I have a high ego it's hard to get with this

Victorious, of the people, my name is Nicholas

[Verse 26]

I'm here to steal the loot, kick the boot

I got two, truces but killed Usylluss with his own trident

I'm walking in Stride chewing Trident

I got about five packs of Dentyne Ices

Juicy Fruits in Orbit around Hubba Bubba and Double Mint

I chew 'em all I don't care what the price is

Truth is, my crew chew gum or they're left lifeless

I might smite this, so tell me what the hype is

I'm hip and I hop like the bunny from Energizer

Summon my chariot I got the Christ-risen Chrysler

No more V-Techs and no more ricers

I ball all day Like Mike in a white shirt

Lurk all night ya might get hurt

Or shot by all my squads Super Soakers

Do it for fun like we was some poachers

Taxidermy your head real big like "yeah, yeah we're some big boasters"

Wake up every morning staring at it with a cup of Roasters

[Chorus]

Clips, clips, clips, clips

Reload *Gun cocks*

Reload *Gun cocks*

Reload, shoot

[Freestyle 8]

Now don't get me wrong I like ass and tits

But I'd much rather see a girls assets

If she doesn't have good morals I'll send that chick backwards

And sit back and roll a Backwood on my lips

And smoke till my lungs hiccup

Smart girls are the one's that gets my dick up

[Verse 27]

Hip-hop never died, I just woke her up with a kiss

Lashes exposed her eyes, they told me she loved her Nick

Slipped in with my dick, now I'm addicted to it

All it is, is finding new ways to lick the clit while I spit

New ways to express the messages I give

She indulges my bliss, told me "Don't stop, don't quit

I want you to give me every last inch"

In the morning I don't split because I found my niche

She's holding a crown and I'm the fresh young prince

I won't call her a bitch, she's too precious to hit

Even is she's got blood, I'll go down like a Crip

[Verse 28]

I be puff-puff passing on the medical

But passing over edibles, I'm incredibly credible

My knowledge goes deep as if I got several

Minds inside my cranium

If Big Bills is closed then I'm gonna be breaking in

I'm about to eat balls cheesed to perfection

And slices known to give saliva erections

I'm just messin' but I remain sincere with my adolescence

I ran five miles today gasping for breath and

Everyday I eat Oatmeal for breakfast

I'm trying to grow a mustache

But it's hard when I still act like a rug rat

It feels great in Colorado to have the sun back

I'm chasing nirvana like I run track

Yanni rolling backwoods

Smoke don't make me rap good

Time slows so much it goes backwards

It's the fountain of youth and that's word

Backwoods of fat herbs

And slaphappy rap masters, the rock I'm on makes my ass hurt

Stomach rumbling makes me want to go to the crapper

Oh wait I'm on the beat though

Sit and think about that one for a minute

I'm aiming for big game shoot and skin it

Hang the antlers to remind myself I'm driven

And I want to be livid in Bolivia and flip all of our media

J.K. Rowling in the deep

Harry potter nerd but Adele puts me to sleep

Me and death been known to meet, am I lucky or too grim to creep?

Piling my dreams into a heap, then repeat through my speech

[Verse 29]

I used to dream about the day that I would die

But now I can't stop eating it up like pie

I got a sweet tooth for equality and love

And if you're full of hate I won't share my drugs

Addicted to lick the sweat on my upper lip

Never will I slip when I'm passionate

I've always been too cocky of myself

I held up my ego like a belt

I've had days I felt like my heart could melt

And others where all I did was puff top shelf

I can break your focus, trick you with hocus-pocus

Bullshit ya with no bogus, leave your solo shot hopeless

I see more stem and flower than florists

I'm the hour of power with a flow so enormous

Talk is cheap just show me where the smoke is

Within the universe we're all just tourists

I eat chips and churros at Torres, I got the horns of a Taurus

And I drank the potent potion of emotion in motion

Now I'm feeling like my soul was stolen

[Verse 30]

I don't have a DJ, it's just me

I also don't have a free day because I'm also an emcee

I hear these kids rapping about how drake got a Wusa

But what's even cooler is I can play twelve scales on a tuba

I wanna hear a jazz diss track, the battle of back-to-back saxes

Bass lines with more scales than basses, attacking guitar axes

Piano strings springing like a mattress, improvised not practiced

That's why my rhymes are going down as a classic

[Chorus]

Clips, clips, clips, clips

Reload *Gun cocks*

Reload *Gun cocks*

Reload, shoot

[Freestyle 9]

Practice today makes the perfect practice tomorrow

Lessons on loan I'm living lavish on borrow

All I know is I'm living Jack-ish like Sporrow, Sparrow

Did you catch that? most don't listen

Robert's in raves and rancers of dancers

More wrong that right? Schrute Dwight

And mama Mary made mad marvelous muffins making Martha managing maniacs maybe moping mopeing mild Mark missing memories, her enemy

Haha, what the fuck did that even mean?

I don't know, but it sounded heavenly

Show me someone better than me

Uh, I just smoked a Backwood, I didn't even get that high

I got buzzed as fuck though, that Back-tobacco dry, haha

And I'm back in the woods rolling backwoods that are that good

I'm a slaphappy rap master, my favorite sound is the sound of laughter

I do unseen good deeds like I'm Casper

I've touched more lives than a badass pastor

I'm shutting on this beat I treat it like the crapper

I know too many lines to be a bad actor

I'm so much more than just a rapper

Listen to my whole album then tell me why after

And I'm just breaking the ice, this cypher's just the fracture

[Outro]

Haha, yeah! Goddamn, that was good

Not bad for uh, eight takes?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, eight takes

Who cares man? I'm high right now

Eight's my lucky number motherfucker

Like Chris Tucker

And Jackie Chan I be kicking it, I'm getting more livid in

Splittin' these dividends to everyone that be livin' in

Ayy, alright

It's like, oh shit, it's 3:40 in the morning right now

Um, my computers' got like eight percent battery left

Yeah, it's time to call this quits man

But uh, I still got half an album left

I'll see you on the other side of the moon, Disc 2

This is fun but I gotta go to bed man

Ah, fuck it, who am I kidding? I'm not going to bed

I'm about to, I'm about to go home and uh

Ya know just kick more rhymes out my head

Smoke a little dope till my eyes red

Go to another planet where I can pretend

Haha, alright I'm outta here

I got motherfucking Clips! Clips!

Give me a beat, I'll shoot and reload

Anytime, I'll hit the three-point like a free throw

Yo you see me on the street, give me a word!

Ya know I don't want you to think I'm making these freestyles with a cheat code

Haha, alright for real, third time's the charm

G out, I'll see your motherfuckers after the interlude, I got Clips!