Initium Written by K. Wilson © 2010 ASCAP I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. I'm not here to please Maybe here to lead Feeling more than I Could ever be I stand on feet Never plead on knees Throughout tragedy I still have my dreams Despite tragedy I will succeed To spite blasphemy Is how I feed I will need For you to see The deed is done by me Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle... My life is an open book Supply rhymes for you ears to look My life is an open book Supply rhymes for you ears to look My life is an open book Supply rhymes for you ears to look

Creme De La Creme Written by K. Wilson © 2010 ASCAP Verse 1 sick with the poison like a venemous elephant negligent so intelligence speaks on irrelevance I'm not on crack rocks in socks and poppin glocks rap I'm on stocks and bonds invested to buy train tracks Gawz rapped while untreated keep injuries stacked Its the difference between me and the way they interact what seemed like a plan often is done on a whim it's the amount of skill dedicate to blaze paths within i've always been on a grown mans mindstate old soul they say is what makes me irate but you won't ever see me mad or lose my temper never shaken or stirred you can use a blender to get in a mix up tricks up and out of the bag more upset than your old lady getting up on her rag or raggin on the countless times you lag nasty but nature it's own way to cleanse it sure has Chrous let the cream rise to the top cash rules everything around so we never stop cough cough or ever quit cough cough we make em sick Verse 2 nas ain't no second childhood up in here lessons from adolescence is what is to be held near do your shows in your little square circles need to shift shapes before all these people hurt you awol no need for velvet ropes just music that evokes hope and memories now he broke and filed down emery you can get famous wait until you're nameless places forth back pacing faces catching cases got gamed like NBA it's amazin shoot from inside the court blazing 3 points 3 strikes 3 fights 3 rights amendments I ain't even housing them like within my quarters discredited soldiers know no difference between rocks and a boulder I could've told ya but you'd rather hold up gold dust they sold us fear strikes when we roll up Chorus let the cream rise to the top cash rules everything around so we never stop cough cough or ever quit cough cough we make em sick Verse 3 hard work beats talent when talent refuses to work hard back in the day we'd just say get up on your bars dumbed down like no electronics in a car no power to steer stay struggling from the start no ignition to get past any crucial parts pieces are left back pickup for all the narcs reverse engineer try to leave a new mark but like Chinese auto it just falls apart a stones throw away from galleries peanuts butter wolf it down so fast choke on food of words you mutter why keep all of those feelings under shudder at the thought come through all your stutters so live vicariously through me I shalt not want what I can't be I shalt not flaunt that of which I can't see I shalt not front about my l i f e

Diabla Written by: K. Wilson ©2009 ASCAP Verse 1 They say a morning of awkwardness is better than a night of loneliness seeing her with another dude got him loading yet loathing why am I holding this And killing over a female its more about the principle I know girls that love dudes that are tryin to homewreck their institutes you think what 2 people have should be sacred left alone Truly respected by any real mans own Thoughts of interfering gets you left with nothing but being broke with a bonus of broken bones he stands there confused and lost for what he postponed while cartridge projectiles fly through cavities zoned no dentists ya need triage an ER to hold back that destiny contact PR Its breakin all muscle matter and things shatter served with a sentence that'll splatter your brain matter Chorus I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside You call it love I call it death I call it stress you call it best I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside You call it great I call it hate I call it fake You call it straight Verse 2 Disillusioned hearts racing love chasing all that is running a life to feel warm and fuzzy inside with reckless self endangerment a drunk driver in the mental state yet mentally challenged anyone will cheat no matter how virtuous under the right circumstance its to spite their faith we are only here to procreate These are things that remain part of the complication for people to find to do what’s defined as right could actually be wrong that’s what the sad song is for maybe you wont ignore and this time you’ll seek to ask for more into the reasons you did what you did took the plunge but before had kids illegitimate wanting to spread your seed but you can’t care for it the garden is ruined and you ain’t here for it Chorus I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside You call it love I call it death I call it stress you call it best I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside You call it great I call it hate I call it fake You call it straight Verse 3 She had a tendency to serve hearts a la carte Ruthless like mixed martial arts no narcs and no option tapout A sport for blood she had him in the van damme made him black out She really has no feelings but lives for the thrill of a vulture A culture of vanity and for that she is a mulcher of insanity And she’ll eat it all down to the bone and the carcass Leaves no stone unturned she just marks us Feels so alone so why did she start this An unseen monster in her mind the lochness Caught this and brought her tears down to the water always wanted to feel loved like daddys daughter Expected men to give the absent love of her father to get back at all man she developed a poisoned end for those that try to give her heaven she’s hell bent Chorus 2x I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside You call it love I call it death I call it stress you call it best I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside You call it great I call it hate I call it fake You call it straight

Shake Shoulders Written by K. Wilson © 2010 ASCAP Verse 1 So what is this about PC Not computers or penal code but politically correct speak Like how you say things can have so many effects if you don’t do it properly somebody’s bound to catch wreck Yet we do it every single day You ain’t got your facts straight I would say back to the drawing board but you don’t even have A pen pencil to use to draft or even a crayon some call it a cran And some call jaguar’s jagwires others call tomatoes tomatoes Potato potatoe Manny jack and mo Tres Sober beats and over it goes Foci’s lyrics monolithic yea its monolith in your face just face it Its monolith girl you know you can taste it Get on to it yea BRRRA noise we be makin I really don’t know The reasoning seasoning to be spread Cooked and baked in take the full head Chorus If you wanna bounce shake Shoulders with your Hands up Verse 2 Yes its meant to be spoken and held to the utmost in accuracy no blasphemy its accuracy accurate did you hear me clearly I clear channels and have to dominate the market Spare the small talk and the empty pockets Give and take and I won’t be the only one giving Sit and wait and you’ll be in the sun past the 9th inning the homebase knows no boundaries Pasadena SGV 210 605 110 north south west east 626 323 818 telephony where gangstas mountain lions forest fires all feast diggs antiix last but not least bobby bellow always holding down this here fellow we know the radio so old the playlist will fold when they get sold xm will hold oh yea I said it and this industry is gonna take a change my radar is up and running and it’s coming within range Chorus If you wanna bounce shake shoulders with your Hands up Verse 3 If you hate them its cuz you still like them I know the words I speak is pissin you off like someone washing your windows and missing a spot Irritating Money get involved your enemies become your friends Shit don’t get resolved your friends become your enemies Respect me and I will respect you Know whom to step too Know who will get through Know who would blast you When you step up in their hood And its never all good With all this nonsense you should just take it outside Don’t try to fight up in my spot when I get live Blood or crip or reppin brownside Despite the blue I wear I’m at the point where we can all ride Because I do this for a greater means Even though it seems like real hip hop has no place to be seen You know i'm gonna have to hold it down and rock this industry this industry

Dairy Products Written by K. Wilson © 2010 ASCAP Chorus Why sell the cow when you can sell the milk forever 2x Verse 1 stop being obstructionist with no clear alternative hating on everything you bring nothing but sedatives debbie downer so just sleep and let the world pass you by the world realizes your worthless than maggots and flies i ain't a street thug i'm building streets up give alternatives evidence is planted street drugs see the fact that you'll be dead in the streets mud perpetuate nathan aint chasin I'm raising a dream stay facing the realest things I blow off the steam but everyone will tell you none of life is what it seems so we change our approach catching the coach to get the most out of life the dose is what is broken ice so cold it is in the heat triple degree and it burns you get what you earn and you earn for your keep no turns to be made not like 2 left feet see if it bleeds it leads into the headlines as a real story the more gory equals instantly on your ISP TV Sitting in front of that screen Stares so blank for it you fiend what will it mean undefined within every stream that deems some resort to scaling off the triple beams Chorus Why sell the cow when you can sell the milk forever 2x Verse 2 not general at all given the topic. I'd rather people worry about it than pay it down with logic. one way to incarcerate ones mind is by having them focus on that of what they can't control or find It's a mental game. some demon eats your soul placed prose most would fear its where anything goes Keeps one occupied and commits them to "stray away from their designated goal" a million times you can be told no over that wall is a hell is a place where all the evil dwells like the end of the world is to happen in 2012 as I back hand you for spewing the goo peeps run amuck they rake in dough while we stuck in glue ain't super when we pull acetate to outdo away with the flakes and the man made lakes that poison your well that man made hate leaving for all to tell that man made late even a thing to sell watch you count every second trying to learn this lesson of life Chorus Why sell the cow when you can sell the milk forever 2x Verse 3 have you ever felt like a hamster running the wheel every movement made keeps you at a stand still it ain't fake if you ain't got your hands will she only stays when charged on her mans bill what an easy way to bring you down you are you and all of you whom surrounds we already knew that but learning at your own rate leaves you beyond back lapped traveling to slow i'd rather hit the wheel than never go i'd rather get base and steel when the hands low i'd rather get mased while fighting for the revo different solutions allow confusion conclusions are drawn with faint ink so straight they can not think a spectacular specticle Henry Bemis wouldn't see it time enough at last while the world stays scheming survival of the fit for those that dare top of the food chain prey must be aware to thine own self be true yes I declare you can call me the new age Voltaire Why sell the cow when you can sell the milk forever 2x

The Road Less Traveled Written by K. Wilson © 2009 ASCAP Verse 1 It’s been a long time coming My congruent math is fluent to stand Me speaking in tongues all can understand Chuck Yeager I’m breaking barriers of sound Pass me a bottle with the contents and get loud definition wise technician through the nights the conditions to give my disposition on the mic extradition I have no interest to cut and run but more of a hit list of those that we need to cut their funds I’ve done this for so long my sight hind older than time Its like years measured under constants different minds Marching through this path you see mimes and dimes That want to hit you its diseased its like vice crime And you don’t even have control of the pros or even the cons Leaving you to feel like a dumb blonde Yea and that’s whats wrong with these cats No experience but getting jobs and contracts Chrous Foci The road that I travel ain’t got no traffic Tiffany Jackson So lonely coming down on this road Foci Its taken by few so I let you have it Tiffany Jackson Now that you have been taught better believe that you've been bought uh uh ohhh hoooooo heyyyyy Foci For real Verse 2 So what’s R&B not Aaron Neville singing off key not intentionally Its really cuz R&B straight sucks But you got bucks to support this nut out of tune with the auto touch auto tune to be out of luck so now I know you don’t listen to music much so why am I getting hurt sitting in the clutch Cuz ya’ll just (expletive) up the whole thing Giving massive sales to dude that can’t sing So of course the jigga’s now think that they could rap more wanna be (expletive) clowning they same the same crap What you call facts and what I call snacks to feed on eating emcees is bad for my diet so I let you bleed on Take you to the slaughterhouse Those 4 can’t do it alone each and every one of you get on the same route See I’m sick and tired of them slick liars I raise on and bump my Raekwon to get wired Chrous Foci The road that I travel ain’t got no traffic Tiffany Jackson So lonely coming down on this road Foci Its taken by few so I let you have it Tiffany Jackson Now that you have been taught better believe that you've been bought uh uh ohhh hoooooo heyyyyy Foci For real Verse 3 Its not about you getting shot 16 times its about me getting through 16 lines What you got on your list is your divine problems Don't look at me as your wish to come and solve them Straight to the core therefore say no more Score never to be leveled while they fly through your airports And pollute your skies and pollute you water And pollute your minds pollute your child sons and daughters Talk is inexpensive and actions are rich so if you try to spend that talk you'll be in a ditch Please believe I yield to that invisible shield that tells me to live within my means despite the appeal Magnetic force fields where the poor kneel like how I reveal many ties with my power lines Ideal to touch a sign you need to get electrified have to handle the current to walk in the shoes of my life Chrous Foci The road that I travel ain’t got no traffic Tiffany Jackson So lonely coming down on this road Foci Its taken by few so I let you have it Tiffany Jackson Now that you have been taught better believe that you've been bought uh uh ohhh hoooooo heyyyyy Foci For real

medius use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don't hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! it's within my veins - word yet it's so strange - word to get in lane - freal without placing change - wow but it's ok - is it no it's not - uh huh but what I brought - word is what you've sought - yes and what you thought is what I caught it is what we seek to be in our grasp - huh calamity the other hand necessities to overstand self educate - yea to stimulate - yea unused minds - yea now infiltrate - yea not instigate - no or insinuate - no its our struggles - yes we must assimilate - yes You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. My life is an open book supply rhymes for your ears to look My life is an open book supply rhymes for your ears to look My life is an open book supply rhymes for your ears to look

Blackwhole Written by K. Wilson © 2010 ASCAP Chorus take a stance I take the stage take a look take a chance take a page from my book ain't no rage ain't no crook still get shook its strange but the good still get hooked Verse 1 me hoping those that are hollow to be filled with it is like me fitting description and getting acquitted it won't happen i'm not judged by my peers the jurys still out and haven't returned in years the decisions that i've made has left my life well to play out those that don't fit get nathan and stay out I serve homes insanity lyrical take out a beast with that beef so rare to stake out cause I watch my own grill and so do you curious about the chef's recipe and how I do heavy influence even if we don't sell ask sonic how he got a free album shelved never to play You can let it all decay Once again I said it before Detroit to LA BK FLA to the Bay SA to Puerto Rico haven't started part 1 and your begging for a sequel Chorus take a stance I take the stage take a look take a chance take a page from my book ain't no rage ain't no crook still get shook its strange but the good still get hooked Verse2 seek those but I remain to be meek though but never a weak soul I give it some time I'll be there for those with the right frame of mind to never drop dimes or coins in the fountain what you put allows mountains to grant anothers wish Best to leave your change in your own pockets Shawty doesn't want a ride nor does she want a thug she tired of gettin shot at forkin bills for his drugs she can settle for a wise man and nice hugs cherry on top provided are some funny jokes never to lay it thick for his ego to be stroked up in smoke so now we know where I'm coming from content measures Caribbean blood son west indies we got a different take on things we bring to the table we buss up jumbie we sing in fable got us bubbling to someting Chorus take a stance I take the stage take a look take a chance take a page from my book ain't no rage ain't no crook still get shook its strange but the good still get hooked Verse 3 you can force many to believe how you see it they agree for awhile but depart when needed too naive to achieve warnings that are heeded conveniently on leave and leave you when you bleeding not deliberate but unqualified without reason to take on a job title and not even know its meaning it doesn't matter the position you are leaning business is business and business is seeming like the most difficult thing to attempt to manage killer whales follow trainers then lay their own damage so deep a bandage can't uphold to stand in yet it can be so simple to not leave others stranded the different things we all have our our hands in but your flight will never be cleared for landing for lack of a call to say that your late or that you couldn't arrive in the first place

The Road Less Traveled Written by K. Wilson © 2010 ASCAP Verse 1 Words of wisdom potently contradicted No life can be taken out of full context and scripted The doors of the past often kept restricted Hiding the pain ignoring the ways to rightfully live it Through it denial or head on collision Some strong, some procrastinate wait til intermission Decisions our age are so small in numbers Incisions cut to claim space in our slumber Reasons i can't sleep is unknown to me Being that i do have so much energy See the growth to you the bubble burst quickly You'd have to believe than not this ain't ripley But i will rip thee a whole new whole And i will flip streams boats you row Take the power back and say that you can't vote Take away the air and pray that you don't choke Try to breath through a beat better yet a radish Vegetate show up with no breathing apparatus Equipped with equipment with no purpose Shipped with a shipment with no surface The nerve to observe like internet lurking Come and go as a fad dance like jerking Or self gratifying end with a smirk and But nope i never have to deal with a hurt hand Yea everything can have a double meaning Filter through the filth and we stay screening Never work bad angles we participate To make the cut you need to get your own shit straight To think not never to use the brain Self educate to retain blood in the veins But what is done here it ain't the same Just asking to be treated so inhumane I ain't underground i'm underwater I'm a prince and you just a pauper My click fish gill with the lung stopper We solid platinum you're not even copper Your pennies could never afford the silk to shock her No limits to claims against an unlicensed doctor Same way they try to line us all up ensue a slaughter of a hip hopper

Twas All A Dream Written by K. Wilson © 2010 ASCAP Verse 1 We a little grown up so we don't do much dirt but often times get feet wet by steppin in the mud in store purchases straight off the mannequins Dining at fine restaurants but still steeling the rammekins I can't help it man I like doing some random I was always one of thse goofy weird ass kids and he fact that I was ignorant 10 years prior got me laughing like watching stand up of Richard Pryor Got me on the phone talking sounding like a liar Cuz it's so hard to believe that I made it through the fire Burned and bruised left with all sorts of scars I didn't choose but I grew unlike others that repped the same crew Maybe it shows i'm a leader maybe it shows strength Maybe it shows if you give me an inch i'm taking more length Maybe it shows I don't compromise for anyone I do no it shows everyone how far that i've come Verse 2 N.Y.C. the fairwather sunshine rises to the summit like how I always bear in mind horizon flights with lukewarm summer nights as jtc we follow an ode to nocturnal life like antimony you see symphonies saved on external the drive that makes a life worth to tell live thrive off of what coincides those that are deprived are like how the ocean divides our pangaea giving us beach on all sides unity is tight let communities decide back to the basics coming back to face it none stand long compared to the money they chasing tracks that me and my eternal fraternal brother on that miami style its like no other pulling them in like vice undercover while giving you something new to discover

I remember once hearing this song about how this girl was foolish to let her man go He was just too good to her it was obvious she didn't want a man but morso that she wanted a ho Now I know that i'm far from perfect but when it was dedicated to me I saw it and heard it Flirted with the concept a bit Saw that it applied how a chick could diss me Even if I wanted to make her my wife That's right and wrong in the same sentence and intervention to mention sent in Failing to prepare is preparing to fail words from the 16th president Really seen throughout my acts and sentiments She shocked me like the killings at State Kent How about a role reversal that's how it went Intent to get bent out of shape for my own sake just correct the mistake Chorus Yesternight you told me that you loved me the stars will shine Verse 2 My typos seen by many noticed by few Interviewed and intertwined with a line Lime soured in my mind and it burns salt over open wounds its about time Someone takes notice The magic I make the hocus pocus get devoured by locusts and G's and Loc's that set trip But let's just get back into it I'd rather have that thickness over less Best thing in the world is real love not just sex and I will keep that alone with her In my own sense it's my own privacy don't sneak or even try to peak or expect any type of information to leak Come to me come to me You really will feel more than you can see Deception is not the way to give me truth please All that I mean it's all in your sight That's why you shine so bright.

Local Support Written by K. Wilson © 2010 ASCAP Verse 1 Let me give you a piece of paper Contained within a lesson that is taught below the ink from my pen to the ink on my skin It begins with a stry that could never end Infinite time spent Minutes in a day dailiy check my sails see Set wind under the flow That may-be-low me out of the water Less evaporate I wouldn't bother and just listen and become a fan again A feeling to hear rare tracks out of the Vanagan Bagging them wind propped up Them managing to be braggin again and true Hip Hop just got hacked again and the DJ's won't spin the realest unless it's the fakest thing you've ever heard and you know it's absurd but then we all do things that get on our own nerves The lack of your support will put us in the dirt Then you can tell me who ends up really getting hurt Scratch Chorus Representin Pasadena California Foci Verse 2 Utterly troubling to see the digression Completely off topic and rare is a cypher session Utilize a forum to allow our minds to speak Biting was illegal now illegal is unique We've always broken laws and enforced our own codes They keep trying to feed us filth (Yes we will revolt) Steep climb pyramids built (Yes count every stone) Showing unified power we take back our homes Imminent domain ain't something to strain Gangsters on blocks of government property they claim Cops securing principles of anti change A new day composed of scripts of old ways Eleanor said "for our own success to be real it must contribute to the success of others" So without building up we are biting at the heel And those that refute this claim will never recover Scratch Chorus Representin Pasadena California Foci Verse 3 Some tend to forget like dudes that stay blazing it Stuck in the past VHS and them laser discs My BluRay beam aimed at your key markets Lambo in the valet and my peoples will park it For you to think it will remain when you get back Is like rappers coming to L.A. and NOT getting straight jacked Insanity leads to be in a straight jacket To my people in different tax and age brackets It's like how the large print giveth and the small print taketh away No longer allow ourselves to be betrayed or stray to remain cliche whether he or she is gay or straight It's not to give a damn about what others say But what actions provide for our life's replay It will never be about he say she say just like toupe so fake is the chisme Scratch Chorus Representin Pasadena California Foci he the co sign Hip Hops my first love I never two time

Exitus It should make some sense that what i've been through I really don't need to show and prove the next album will eat at you will reach in to breach your emotions and even heal a few wounds that I left untreated dude left me a defeated fool inside ruined adorned with suit tie pants were pleated true looking so sharp with a dull mind couldn't even cut through air with a butter knife so I will give my heart but I will never die for all your senses the sights in your eyes an open book for you to read into my life an open book for your to see my life an open book for you to read into my life an open book for your to see my life By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite! You can be complacent - You can try to chase it - You can put your place in or even try to face it - other shoes many can't even run a race in I've always sworn to win and lose all complacence gaining ways attempt to feel the need versis spoken through blood never apeased I'm not here to please Maybe here to lead Feeling more than I Could ever be I stand on feet Never plead on knees Throughout tragedy I still have my dreams Despite tragedy I will succeed To spite blasphemy Is how I feed I will need For you to see The deed is done by me My life is an open book supply rhymes for your ears to look Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers - in the name of democracy, let us all unite!