11/12 spazz

It's easier to get the jelly out the peanut butter jar, not vice versa. In this game you go against the grain, my mane they might murk ya/ we stay sippin cocktails and smokin that light purple, so if you ain't on the same you ain't in the right circle/ we all stars, dream team, been doin this since pre-teen, killin shit from ny to Cali plus the in be-tweens/ yo we mean, business what is this you cashed out? Writing and fighting so exciting just spazz out../

11/11 trip to new orleans

A house full of friends, couple tanks full of gas.  Plane tickets on lock, the NO will be a blast/ my past, in this town is rather cloudy let's get rowdy. Catch me outside Larry flynt's joint screaming loudly, crowd around me/ it's astounding, 2nd oyster po boy for the hell of it. And I don't even do cocaine, just like the smell of it/ irrelevant, ready for all the sights and the sounds, the debauchery abounds, someone buy another round/I'm outta town-before depression strikes, life lessons I ain't stressin mike, catch me in in the NO up for seven nights, straight blessin mics...

11/10 topic: that's what she said...

Super dope concept for a song... I can hear the hook and whatnot (already)...
Getting lucky, knock on wood. Rise and shine feeling good. Get it in like I should, fuck the world (prolly could)/ I've been thinking long and hard, but I gotta keep on pushin. Trying to put myself in a position with some cushion/ on a mission, missionary, dark tunnel- this is scary, sweat drippin bitches leave looking like they got dysentery/ with this we've barely scratched the surface keep 'em nervous eatin sweetbread, come across as a meathead with entendre- that's what she said...

11/9 topic: success/risk..

Some say the risk of failure's worth the chance to succeed. You best believe the thought of failing's like a ransom to me/
putting everything I have on the line sets me free, plus putting everything on my mind in my lines makes me me. /
see, failure's not an option. A plan B? I ain't got one. My motivation drives me with my notebook ridin shotgun/
when left alone I get a lot done, answer what, how, why and when. So if at first I don't succeed then it's just try and try again...

11/8 head in the game..(welcome home)

All I hear is- friend or follow me, network and hashtags, stick you for your net worth, trick or treat with a trashbag/
mommy can we please go to rhymecamp? Go ask dad. This is climbing with no crashpad, damn I need that cash bad/
move past that, loot is the root of the evil men do. You doodoo with that pencil? My goonies will come and get you/
spit voodoo with needles sent to turn people to human pretzels. The footage ends up on YouTube free for a week then it's rental/
this is special. I regret to inform you your run is over. Number retired hung from the wires above the culture./
The best way to put it cold as a snow covered coca-cola, mc's exploded folded flag at the foot of the unknown soldier/
still hold a chip on my shoulder that's larger than Oklahoma. The look in my eyes should've told you I'll probably broken bone ya/
outspoken for a stoner a loner dotty, a rebel. Proud owner of my own devils and demons they keep me level./
know Stephen won't ever settle for less than a precious metal. Accelerate push the pedal won't stop till I'm pushin petals/
sooner than later red'll turn green and we can break free. Still tryna decide if I make the rhymes or the rhymes make me./
lately I got feeling that I won't get home safely, so I'm taking my mind off safety and gratefully dedicating/
premeditated hatred both sacred and sacrilegious. I'm way past just smacking bitches and basically back in business...