Released on November 18, 2018

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[I. "City In The Evening Lights"]


[Intro 1]

Dreams in my mind, body full of lift

Smiling while I'm rapping, horizontal shift

I see it... in my sight

I want it... all that's my mine


[Chorus]

Faster than the speed of light

As we ride through the city in the evening lights

That we have seen from afar in every moment

I deemed all that nonsense fair

Faster than the speed of light

As we ride through the city in the evening lights

That we have seen from afar in every moment

I deemed all that nonsense fair


[Verse 1]

It's starting not ending, tribute to my game

Destroy anyone oblivious that fucks with me

Be cautious of what you do, don't act a fool

Jay had 99 problems, now that's the truth

It didn't correspond, to the backdrop

It's deadly like magic or B.o.B

Taken from the hear listen for the sounds

Life in the making, no second chance or sequels

Doubts in my lane, I really don't think so

That's why, create musical paintings

Blast off Houston, remain calm

I'm flying, like you've never seen it

Ready for battle, listen to me


[Chorus]

Faster than the speed of light

As we ride through the city in the evening lights

That we have seen from afar in every moment

I deemed all that nonsense fair


[II. "Lyrical Miracle"]


[Intro 2]

24/7, that's my life

All this strife, wouldn't it be nice?

If I could sit back, watch the whole world spin?

See myself in paradise


[Verse 2]

A pair of eyes is all I need

To look through and in between

All these struggles, all these troubles

Made me who I am, and I'm still schemin'

Fuck everyone, and everything

It takes two to tango, procreate

Double edged swords, consequence

Binary decisions, prophets in a wake

Death by dishonor, contradict

I have the balls to say it, so suck my dick

Vulgar by nature, not conditioned

The pen is mightier than the sword, I swear I'm king

Back to back, searching for my queen

But bitches ain't shit, so I don't trust them either

Cynical with the lingo, vernacular I'm spinning

Into an abyss of my own doing

Dog bites the, hand that feeds him

Searching for the pussy like the dogs that chase it

Why crumble and destroy a woman's temple?

Nurture and respect, but facing double standards

Creator versus creation, caught in a riddle

So riddle me this, what's the hypothesis?

Rinse and repeat in a never ending cycle?

Begin, process and all goes black

Distraught over this realization

Coming to a conclusion, that it's all worth nothing


[Verse 3]

Who you are, and what to me?

Live and let go, even when it hurts

Relieve my misery with a nine to my dome

Me, myself, and I alone with my thoughts

Carry on, when I have nothing left

Pick myself up from the darkness inside

Reside, devise, web of lies

Revise the illusion, mirage of delusions

Promising the Earth when I can't even show

Too far away, downed as I fall

Loving these ailments, even to a fault

What do I do? Periods turn to questions

Back in here like nobody's business

Release me from my cages, oh jeez

Withstanding from the mic, Vic dog on a leash

Amounts of failure, put to the side

Working on character I know that I believe

Royalty in my veins, remove success from this train

And bring that back

Here we go again


[Verse 4]

I used to wanna be an officer and protect the kids

It's my corner, stop running foul

Believe in something before it's banned

Like a Catcher in the Rye, and illegal to express

1984 it's a Brave New World

Noose around your vocals and suffocate your thinking

Thought police, wash it down with alcohol

You too and me, blinded by the lights

Worshipping your idols, fucking up the psyche

My worth, their worth, it's equal to the same

On to the next one, renaissance enlightenment

Voltaire philosophy move for development

Hope for the people, rebel with a cause

Chuck D for president, Black Thought with the gun

Lupe for the lyrics, Slug with the stunt

Ye for the beats, Dilla with the drugs

Soul brotha #2, KRS for the boogie

A Tribe Called Quest, cause that's where we're heading

Kendrick for the culture, Twista with the spit

Saba for the rhymes, Too $hort for the pimp

Underground Kings, southern with the slang

Mike Firm in the process, challenge in the ring