Chopper

(Kalligraphy)

 

(Hook)

 

Schooling funds for my kids

Test done by my momma (momma)

Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)

Background check for a choppa (ch-ch)

Schooling funds for my kids

Test done by my momma (momma)

Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)

Background check for a choppa (ch-ch)

 

(G-FaceMurderer)

 

Sitting up in my room, surfing the web, I see evil everywhere

People in the land of the dead.

We got terrorists full of lead, hatred looking for heads

Flip the coin and see where you'll be lead

Mislead by govern truth, mislead youth,

Mislead by a god they call theirs true

god of this world, lust, greed, wrath of man

I see everyday, wrath of the righteous leads array

Strayed away from the world, black kids get caught up in diamond tactic swirls.

Who said life would be easy?

The fairy tales brought up by generations so keenly

I embellish hope, I abolish the polished-men that said it was okay to mope

I cried and cried till I choked, walking around in Tims till they broke

Jacking and lynching till I eloped

 

(YellowTape)

 

Inner city blues playing from the speakers

The crowd cheers at the game, gunshots from the bleachers

Stadium shutdown, the fans rushing out

A gunshot, POW, hits a man down

The police don’t respond quick enough

The man lays there, searching for breath and hiccups

Little kids see the man with his blood spilling

They go back to school scared of a villain

The teacher pissed off cuz they won’t do the work

They send them to authorities where they all purge

The minds of these young, innocent people

Torture them with thinking that speaking ya mind is evil

What a damn sequel to the gunshot fired

Here’s the prequel to the scene pre-fire

 

(Kalligraphy)

 

(Hook)

 

Schooling funds for my kids

Test done by my momma (momma)

Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)

Background check for a choppa (ch-ch)

Schooling funds for my kids

Test done by my momma (momma)

Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)

Background check for a choppa (ch-ch)

 

(Rewinder)

 

history lesson for y'all about the mystery you're missing

roots of misery are found in mass trickery so listen

why disgrace of race when we all are one,not just human

it's only the rich and you why hate the black or the cuban

private bankers are new world order founders

we working hours __ for they powers

watching over us from they towers which we built

we can rugpull, but you're blinded by shame and guilt

prided by name and guild yet hustlers claim to tilt

the tower by strengthening the foundation with silt

what you make they make hundredfold without wilt

only your life you've spilt chasing everyone's dream

set by the same toppers who write schemes and stream

that the cream rules it's now your dough and bread

they the juice i alias as the house to not be dead

just look it up they ain't hiding it but don't spread

to know is banned they'll have a buckshot to your head

I'll tell you what I've read, rockefeller funded your school

with the premise "I want workers not thinkers" fool

you're a tool __ is that cool?

it's designed and doing well it's just cruel

you read the worker's manual break it down rule by rule

memorize his story on your stool or you're rejected

by everyone,your mama your daddy and disrespected

so instead of fighting the root you fight your people on the street

tryna find that respect and Swiss cheese is how you greet

you say fuck the system im out in hopes to meet

light minded people but do you know what's neat

you still in that bitch hell you're in it way too deep

they still on the tower you only killing their sheep

doing em a favor cleaning up the useless for cheap

you wake up from that dream thank God it was in sleep

but you realize when you peep and examine with mind

that the beast's fine design

is to bind the blind kind

and confine the divine pine

don't know what I mean? your problem not mine

 

(Kalligraphy)

 

(Hook)

 

Schooling funds for my kids

Test done by my momma (momma)

Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)

Background check for a choppa (ch-ch)

Schooling funds for my kids

Test done by my momma (momma)

Tariffs the bringing of karma (of karma)

Background check for a choppa (ch-ch)

 

(DamonTheLyricist)

 

Yo, between the gun and the holy water

The rejections is broken part of the system of bows and darts

Trauma causing karma to slit throats in their honor

Not to be part of a shooting school, burnt up in some learning

We are no deserving of third body, chopped up in thirds

The street life, half-angel, half-demon

I have some rap secret to ask, people on vast reaching to ask me

To be Nasty Nas on track, beat the passing on

Happy, having to be sad

Because the media’s got us wrapped in their candy-coated trap, see?

My school is an operation of failures

Broke the barrier, let the principal carry it

Rebellion marry me, I walk inside of a scary van—it gets nastier

Blood on streets, we will show that homies die on the block

Let me do it for you, digging up all the bodies

Corpses are in the story, let me tell you something really horrifying

The musclebound villain, lost love

Soul, I had to grab the piece to hop in it

Murder life, bang bang to the rocked ceiling, shock millions

With lyrical shots at the cops’ realest

So me demons envy, the feed is in me

Eat beats like Peter swinging the sword, angels roar

Fame is yours—name the AK to face, it’s warm

The barrel sizzling from the last harrow victim

The bone marrow weakens, fear is like a narrow deep end

Diving into the abyss of the city—no one’s listening

For all my opposition, often missing

Rocking Pac and some Nas in riches

Get socked by the rock, then dipped, my milestone is off in distances

 

(ARYEH)

 

Aryeh the number one, never be another one

Butterflies in the stomach, firing into the junk

Televised, set aside the right time for the dunk

I rap until I'm half as ill as K-Dot, face off flossing these rotten MCs

These toddlers copying E-40 and A$AP Rocky

I'm paying homage to Rakim, rhymes so tight you need Metamucil

Facing giants in chains, I'm loose in 'em

Infusing pens and pads, rebranding hip-hop, I'm meshugge like a baboon

But speeding past, through light-years ahead

Steering the pages, these wannabes, I'll will Chris-slap 'em dead

I'm the cream of the crops; these MCs have a singular thought

Sharing one brain cell, just withering knots

Telling everybody you got girls, y'all single, just stop

I thank God for this talent and the rhymes I rock

Me and Kalligraphy in Cali riding a Cadillac

Y'all lacking taste, I lock you in the base and hang you by your snot

Kalligraphy, hit 'em up

 

(Kalligraphy)

 

It’s the verbal AK spray, aka the great K

Aka the most insane, the propellant rays

Selling the game for a gun under the hot sun

That’s dumb, the gun rung

Mac 10s listening to Mac Miller, that’s psycho killer

Barretta in the palms and it’s humming like it’s Thriller

School don’t have money to advance my knowledge

Those fools fail me and erase what I’ve polished

That’s why I’m off the pills and lookin for kills

Cuz they cut me loose, the boosted me to shoot

Now I’m running through the halls, bullets hitting walls

I’m spitting crazy, the police in tryna pelt me

But my momma help me, jury on my delts, see

They don’t pardon me, they label me as psychotic of psychology

They hard on me like mahogany but they faker than Greek mythology

I’m in the cuffs, I’m the room, dim light for the sinning fool

They wanna know why I shot up my school

I told them it’s the cruel fools that run the place and conceal jewels

They hide diamonds and provide lightning

Causing my work to not be shining

Paws in the mix and it hurts like a Nephilim biting

They don’t buy it, they sentence me to life in prison

All the grieving mothers happy and cheering

The school back to living but somethings missing

My apology for all the staff dissin’