5. Try This

(DJ Bokee)

Aye yo my mans

Tired of all these wack ass crews coming through, not bringing nothing new

You know what I’m saying?

Doing the same ole played out sound

So uh…I think we should try something new

You ready to try this?

(Maxx 39)

Lets act like it didn’t happen, weed got me so vexatious

Stare at yourself in the mirror, over anxious or over gracious?

Perhaps you need a facelift, words snap when I can chase it

So when opportunity knocks I cee to it with open bass hits

What does that mean you ask? Your mind’s a counter hoist the truth

But when realizations come you cannot counterpoise the two

Asking usually: what side of the street am I on?

Positive acts succeed when devilish grins are gone

Spawn a new seed of knowledge, open something historic

Don’t pray to empty space, that turns phantasmagoric

Find plasma to store it, your positive cells with equal balance

So hard to cee through peoples malice, when trife lives leads cee through actions

Like a director yelling madness into an actors tablets

I fiend usually for something that matters with deep but accurate passing’s

Lasting outlandish levels, losers can stare closely

They’re smiling when they’re roasting to the ill words that I be toasting

Post up in the shady spot. Sip, smoke and pop the poison

Hoist faith through doors open ajar, however you’re indirectly so indecisive

But they gave us smiles so cute

Look at the problem from the bottom you’ll cee wise to the truth

Do the good thing on the right foot; you’ll fit the size of the shoe

Then you can meet me at crepuscule so we can dine with the moon

I’m fine and my crew is a divine group of rhyme troops

Combine loops with a tribe scoop; that means: check the rhyme duke

BECAUSE

(DJ Bokee)

Ya’ll-don’t-know what you just stepped into

Got yourself caught up, trying to front on my crew

Come through, six pack of brew, plus two spliff’s

Get right, get nice then shoot the gift

Cause I’m too equipped when I move my lips

And tongue-get it done on the two and ones

Everybody in the spot, you can just have fun

All the dumb bullshit, don’t worry bout none of that

Bring it back to the program

Sick of wack pop acts trying to rap on tracks, singing hooks on a revamped old school slow jam

Look mom no hands, oh damn

It’s all about the classic shit

Make you do massive gymnastic flips

At the same time on the scholastic tip

And go spastic when the bombastic hit

This ain’t no dapper Dan, I’m spending plastic fam

And If you’re feeling this rhythm, then you should clap your hands

He got a macking plan; he called her back again

This one for all my women who just want to slap they man

Yo I could be your friend; yes I could be your lover

We could do this on the DL, like It was undercover

I’ll be your secret agent, packing 007

But won’t be chasing cause I’m already living in heaven

Me and my sister and brethren, packing the medicine, so let us In

Lets begin to dissolve all the tension

And then resolve all the issues-establish peace and respect

Instead of gassing up your people, you should keep them in check

(Maxx 39)

We the dope rising the gain, we the smoke riding the flame

This reminds me of Offspring on “Both Sides of the Brain”

Get choked deciding to change tracks like a transfer at forty second

A comic book author couldn't draw a weapon to us therefore I reckon

You realize your words when you speak them, double edge sword you cast

When you talk about how you whop ass then cry about your exes past, I laugh

In the streets they invented hell through dented shells

Over compensation for violence they like they play for the NFL

Post concussion I wrote assumptions of my life and laid it

You download it and played it, stored it in your special favorites playlist

But the over hatred from fear couldn't take it, are you upset at me?

Do you not respect the microphone telepathy? Best to be

A breath to breath of polluted negative energy, I center keys

Of pianos and straight vocals so you can try to read my recipe

(But) how dare I be selfish, of self I be healthy but less of a selfless fish

Baited over hatred, wealth and righteous help

Just stop the train for a minute, and reevaluate

It takes an hour to fully hate something, so now you wait over a sour taste

Your powers wasted, you left the light on when you left

I gave you this dope to do but do it to death, you ruin your steps

When you walked into our area, the forward motion of truth

Left you exactly where you were falling from, jumping from the roof

(Dr. ****)

Well done…. But for what purpose did you feel the need to search for freedom in your mentality? Ha-ha

(Maxx 39)

Freedom In my mentality? Well, I had to cross a bridge. You know what I’m saying? A bridge from, like, negativity to positivity. That allowed me mental freedom. Also deleting social diseases and you know, addressing to conformity that kind of helped to, you know what I mean?