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...

8/23 cardboard kids...

verse from a dope big hell song:

I've got no answers no cure for this cancer no gold bricks imprinted with balinese dancers, no chance to erase those misplace connotations. My plot's dug I'm pacin, watch what I'm facing/ my disdain mistaken and called unimportant. My patience and the soapbox I was born in have worn thin. Each morning so cyclical, stereotypical. My stereos miserable there ain't shit to listen to. 
Still I am mister cool, the guy tryna fit in
We all look the same but I know I'm different.  The sky knows my limit, so gifted don't twist it. The irony's scripted you blink you might miss it/
My footprint is copied from carbon then cut out, outsource my resources pray we don't run out. Thank good the sun's out, let's do it again. Knowing I'm not that piece of cardboard that y'all think I am...

Twofer...8/11 politics, 8/12 knock knock..

Knock knock. Who's there? Your local politician. 
Paid out the frame I've been trained not to listen/
Hope you got a pot to piss in cuz we won't give a damn thang, weekdays I'm bible thumping, weekends hookers coke and champagne/
It's a system that you cantchange, don't hate the player hate the damn game. All this hope and reform is realistically a bandaid/
We now know just how to campaign plus our pocketbooks are bigger. Voters text me on my facespace and they follow me on twitter./
Instead of being bitter we made lemonade from lemons.  Took this time to find the open offices to get our friends in/
Finish this four year sentence then it's back to bloody hell. 
Perhaps the Mayans were right, the world ends in twenty twelve...

7/23 one of those days, verse 1

Woke up late, alarm clock broken must be jokin, hit the kitchen realize I'd left the freezer door open/ slipped on the floor that's soakin - I'm flooded with anxiety. The gods must be crazy, it seems like today they tryin me/ my patience thin, I'm out, car needs gas low on cash, drove past a speed trap  while looking back, almost crashed/ that's the last thing I need, should have stayed home smoking weed, presentation I'm the leade, just one of those days indeed... / So I proceed, with caution lost in thought without a garmin, get to the office and I'm starving but after buying beer last nite mustve forgot to put my card in/ my wallet call it what you want I'll call it scatterbrained, office is empty check my calendar oh shit it's Saturday... 

7/21 one of those days...

Workin out a full song for today's topic... Here's the hook:

just one of those days
Nothing seems to go right
just one of those days
The world is picking a fight
just one of those days
I know that I'll be alright
as long a one of those days
don't turn to one of those nights

7/20 Move!!

Yo we aint here to make you dance, we're here to make you shit your pants.
We're here to blow your mind, we're here to try to slow up time/
Fuck that I'll speed it up, beat it up, find the competition and heat it up, stay weeded up/
I'll feed these verses to the masses watch 'em eat it up,
lyrics sharp they're left with bleeding guts from uneven cuts/
You can imagine even being one of Stephen's sluts! Half the day you eating nuts the other half I beat it up/
I need a "what!!" from the crowd for Yes Ya'll Power, pointing out you wallflowers that to me are all cowards/
Now that's what I call sour so how're we gonna fix it? I'll just keep spittin that sick shit then let the DJ re-mix it/
So just grab yourself a thick chick and groove to the next ballad, but before you cut a rug load up on your chef salad (inside joke)/
Now that it's said and done, we come thru and we get it done.
Not Knotty but the dreaded one, you cue the hook and let it run...

7/16 paramount

It's paramount to my success to care about not sounding fresh, my heart is pounding out my chest apparent issues to address/ I'ma air em out unless someone objects or gets upset, I can barely bare the stress appear to bury it instead/ I said - it's never been the case that I wouldn't face another challenge, it's sort of what you do when you are laced with grace and talent/ set the pace then race around it bumpin Maze while staying grounded, it sounds crazy but we may have this place basically surrounded/ they keep praising me for spraying the outrageously profound shit, Spittin cutthroat of the utmost importance what paramount is../