LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. . . FROM DETROIT MICHIGAN. . . KOPELLI. . .MIC WRITE. . .YOUNG PHENOM. . .AND BLAK SMITH LET'S GET READY FOR COLD MEN YOUNG! [Mic Write] Yo, allow me to introduce the illest collaboration of souls/soles Since the invention of Tennis Shoes This is before the interviews, the gossip within the news It's that interlude Till that moment, we blowin' the f%@$ up! Mind on money, money is on my mind Like Gin & Juice Listen up: Look at what my pen produced (What's that?) A fly text Reminiscent of Pyrex Mixin' kitchen Same shit Nino Brown pitched when he made fiends My primary color chart is liar Because I mixed black ink & white paper and made green I'm a rebel, I use to color all out of the lines Now I script within them to write this venom I gotta pen em' It's a passion Woven into my genes/jeans like denim I'm buildt to last- my style's unfadable (Ugh) Child of the D Where they make us tough like Buddy Lee So the quality is undebatable [Kopelli] We ready for the spotlight, top flight Show em' how to rock right Ima' spitta' Teach an emcee how to rock mics Us you are not like We are the future Surgeon with words Pass scalpel and suture Kinda obvious that being dope is what I'm used ta' And I see clearly that whack labels suit ya Gon' and embrace it, face it We the real shit that the fake been replaced with You ain't on our level, you ain't standing adjacent Still in mom's basement I'm in outerspace with- Satellite eyes on success, gettin' ready to taste it Don't give us nothing, we in a position to take it This is great laced with- Evidence of greatness CMY rise like I'm weightless Anti-Gravity Fly quite naturally To real to speak fallacies Haters can eat phallus, Let's go! [Chorus] Cut the check Keep the receipt The fire too strong for niggas to bring heat And I'm about a dollar so You can keep the change [3x] [Chorus 2x] [Blak Smith] I don't need a fortune teller to tell me my life is on the fringe Tell that teller to tell a tale of great fortune in the midst Of living check to check Bill collectors at my neck Gotta' make this bread Mic check, check the fridge Corn Meal, Orange peels Better off born still Numbing the pain by crumblin' Jane Inject the syringe Made in America, mixed in an Urban Center Where a woman's innocence was stripped at the age of ten Coltrane relapsed again So naturally I surrender to the same corrupt conglomerate Obama just got in (Salute!) Chronic stress, adrenaline Mixed inside my melanin I spazz out, I lash out I do nothing, I keep it in Levi Stubbs, James Brown, Michael Jackson had to end For the second revolutionary story to begin See I'm on the right path granted I'm in a rental ride But f#@! all them haters Ima' build my own Enterprise [Phenom] Welcome to the dungeon What up to the gangstas Rest in peace to Grandma Hello to the haters Goodbye to them lonely nights Shouts out to the Champagne Red Stripe Budget - Cold Men Young That's the campaign I feel it coming, it's pumpin' in every damn vein Keenen Ivory Waynes This is a damn shame This is crack music Get your kitchen-ware The beat is out of sight Lucky I'm a visionare I got issues, I cop pencils to drop mental- Bombs I'm not with you, y'all softer than Scott tissue From the city that pop pistols And shots hit you and drop missiles Y'all lyin'/lion like Scott Mitchell Pheezy Easy does it f#@! it I just took it up a notch Girls leave they X-Men cause I am the Juggernaut This right here is something hot No homo I hug the block My heart is BIG My soul is PUN My city's PROOF My blood is PAC [Chorus]

(Spit it. . .Get it. . .Hear it. . .This Is Fire. . Higher. . .Apprentice. . .Blessing. . .Live it. . .Now Run It Back Yo) [2x] [D.S. Sense] Note this D will never be a has-been Bars like Klondike/Rhymes like Aspen Erupt like annurisms, seek no Aspirin Headspin, Exorcism, seek no Catholic Peep my tactic, sweet like jasmine, Flyer than the carpet of Aladdin, spazzing Mapping out my plan like atlas Rapping styles I flip like mattress Flashing smiles like ain't shit happen But snapping, y'all I'm a-bove average I'm surprised that you other niggas showed up Knitting needle flow- got the whole game sewed up D-dot-S bless tracks like Selah Then Kung-Fu grip mics like Joe G.I. See my vision, See my passion See us bogard, See us laughing Go Hard [Mic Write] My writing hand is capable of capturing lightning In a bottle, I'm Apollo, something like a Titan when I'm able to slide the pen across the page left to right I become more than human: Herculean likening Witness this flash of brilliance, trying to get my cash to billions, something like I'm Maximillion fresh up outta Tiny Toons Remember Tiny Toons? Yeah I been laughing at "Buster"s ever since them days I'm finely tuned Like a machine, obscene who they let on the mic See pedalling bikes', the only way they're tight with the bars I'm like Menopause, putting an end to your period Might as well retire, wack rapper, get tight with Debarge Rewriting the laws/ 'Cuz aint nobody got the balls to spit real shit anymore They're light in the drawers But when it comes to us, the flow is just sicker So I'm guess we're working with "boa constrictors" Nah nah nah [Chorus] This is how you spit it, get it, it's the vision, listen to the lyrics, hear it, this is fire, higher than your rent is apprentice, learn a lesson, blessing, microphone is a living [2x] Tah tah tah tah tah tah [Phenom] Little Honda Got a nigga all around And it had your baby in it- like an ultrasound "G" 'til I pass away, light it up and pass the "J" Guns in my hood be singing like Donny Hathaway All I got is my stick and my balls like Castaway Weed like a low-carb diet, a couple grams a day Been on my shit and i'm never getting off either I'm full-blown AIDS, you are just a soft fever I spit miracle shit, that's why I talk ether And you niggas ain't cold like an off freezer And I'm liver than a tel-a-thon "We wanna fuck", man, thats all they wanna tell the don Southside What It Do Ride like my wheels do If you put your hands on my body I couldn't feel you Keep talking, we can show the whole world the real you or make a nigga go and get the "K" (decay) like mildew [Chorus] [Kopelli] Welcome to the tutorial or the wack rapper memorial Never need to question it goin' in what I'm born to do My crew come together form into One beast of an emcee take heed to the warnin' dude We grindin' more than you Couldn't diss it if you wanted to Really know that you feel it like pirhanna latchin' on to you I'm highly skilled and I flaunt it to I'm gettin' fan mail from your girlfriend and your daughter too [Blak Smith] Another slave song from the plantation in Congo Square Rappers untamed like mulatto hair You got your best Joe Pesc' bravado stare But up close you just a f#@! up like Tony Soprano's heir I'm undermedicated Recently resusitated Got malignant growth like the Karmanos there I'm on the beat like a bongo player And I can choose to remove you dudes like when yo' tonsis flair (Spit it. . .Get it. . .Hear it. . .This Is Fire. . Higher. . .Apprentice. . .Blessing. . .Live it. . .Now Run It Back Yo) [2x]

Greet us with your bombs and your bullets And pray that no one is left standing Let there be some and we will hold up our weapons and say: THESE MACHINES KILL FACISTS Eastside. . .Westside. . .Southwest. . . [Chorus] I'm from D-Trois City The Rock City [2x] It's 1967 and I'm going insane We got some lighters in our pockets And we're throwing the flame DET-RIOT! [Blaksmith] I'm boosting dope drop, lemon drop, women that drop all This bad economy got me willing to pop off The murder rate is rising, unemployment rate is climbing But I see the silver-lining Stay chilly like hot sauce A dead city where the homes blightened In a celeb city assholes might win We some Bobby Louis Drakes And we some Cold Ice Men This is the Cobo Takeover No old white men Just rode by, another street corner With a sign that reads just another street closure Seized by an unidentified repoer So to harbor what's ours, we raise heat holders Kill or be killed, Be the stat Be the quota, Beat em back Be the soldier, Either that Or get rolled on The enemy screams we need a vac for the ebola Right before I find a cure I set off the explosives [Chorus] [Kopelli] I hail from the city of the Motown dittys Dopeboy revenues through the roof Home of the Hip-Hop gritty the soulful, the witty Where we rep for J. Dilla and Proof Town where the brand new mayor is a Hall-of-Fame player And the last one did a little bid If you a blue-collar worker then your pocketbook's hurting And your grind is finding a new gig De-trois [Phenom] Detroit still at it Ill-matic No Spongebob- niggas still Kilpatrick (Kill Patrick) Check out the bullets, the guns, the violence Talking all that noise, get a moment of silence Strip clubs, Coney Islands, Motown classics Massive; T-Rex flex shit- Jurassic You ain't really real if you don't show love O.J. Simpson- they tryna fit up in The Glove [Chorus] [Mic Write] As far as rhyming goes for you, I'll destroy your will (wheel) like potholes, in Motown Got hot flows, will go round for round with your pound for pound best Challenge Amityville? Insanity, chill Cold Men Young will murder your pride, dismember your ego A verse will leave your vanity killed M-I-C from the M-I, Semi-automatic clip When I hear a drum I spit 16 to kill it Call it homocide when I decide that I'ma ride a beat Getcha Mic Jacked emcee- Can You Feel It? It's the Motorcity Flow Committee Dope as sixty kilos Cold as sixty below Homey I'm a griot I write for the ones without a voice like I'm Neyo No Leo I ain't lying (lion) I swear I'm treading water, gotta house and they're trying to foreclose on it So I'm looking for that check with more "O"s on it Ghetto alchemy They never gave us nothing Yet still we made something And keep the bass bumping

[Phenom] Ugh, uh-huh yea. . .Ugh I was tryna' compute the info But she said that I wasn't her type That my drive wasn't strong enough So I'm tryna' monitor what I'd say next I said man be at your CAP Tryna' have you on LOCK But you could never find the right connection Always gettin' caught up in the web and catching all type of viruses Gettin' rammed, then deleted like spam by your man like DAMN! I wish I could keep TABS on you Then we SHIFT into a new CTRL enviornment That's when you F1 of them old flames Playing them old games So you know your boy just had to walk away [Chorus] Maybe woulda wifed you but it's not right tonight So I'm walking away Walking away (way. . .way) Really seemed you were just my type but it just ain't right So I'm walking away Walking Away (way. . .way) [Blak Smith] How we fall apart something like Duran Duran She was happy when I was El Capitan Back seat, back shots She was nasty then There's a thin line between sexy and sassy man And she crossed it Turned around like a taxi cab Threw her drink on my khaki pants But I ain't mad at her It's just one of those days that a girl goes through with her Maxi Pads It didn't stop there She independent now, flashing off all the cash she has And a nigga couldn't breathe Cause she all up in my face Talking bout my dusty lips and ashy ass Walking out the house got the nerve to thrash my pad Calling for my son, where that little bastard at? When it "All Falls Down" And you "Tr-Ye Best" This is when she wanna play "Stash-ie Dash" She out (Chorus) [Mic Write] So I asked her bout her cheating ways Told me I was being way Too insecure while she showing off her T&A So I thought that was the case Till I nearly caught a case Ran that man off the block like we started off a race Face what you did! A nigga had a place and a kid and a rib And you place him in a sit-uation Where insin-uation Got him hit in face now I'm placed in the station with the pigs Damn, shoulda listened to my Auntie Ran my damn phone bill up like Chauncey Calling him not me, I can see that now Wow, how simple can I be? Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you Too bad we never developed like last summer's pictures So the Donna Karen, Dolce & Gabbana, Louis V. You can leave it with your better days Mañana, chow (Chorus) Beat fades. . . [Kopelli] Wait a minute. She said I'm fit for admiring That she gotta man but I inspire her to fire him (Yeah) And that I really light her fire And I'm who she's desiring Even while she lies with him (Yup) So now she gotta lie to him Otherwise he like to treat my honey to some violence Want to get her out my system - Niacin Gotta walk away if I wanna see her alive again And when I turn to go The tears that she crying is making me wanna stay her lover Longtime despite of him But if I would, I'd hang around like I'm Spider-Man Maybe I can save her What a mess I am in Should I stay or should I leave? What I really do believe is she really is for me But it's kinda complicated so I think it's really best that we Just go our separate ways, if it was meant than it will be Yeah

[Chorus] (Ughh. . .Ohhh) (Ughh) Push it up on em' (Ohhh) Now can you feel it? Somebody's. . .Having. . .Sex. . .Tonight (Is it you?) [Repeat 2x] [Phenom] When she on the floor She kill mad guys Got em' kneeling at her feet Now the heels/hills have eyes Coke bottle body mami prolly' got me hard As a hammer-head shark in the dark She can feel it when I'm feelin' on her hips and waist Touch her in a hidden place You can feel her kitten shake As her can I get a taste We colliding and she lonely And her thighs is saying hold me Cause it feels so Ginuwine when she be ridin' on my pony [Chorus] [Bridge] What's your name? (Ey) It don't matter (Nah) We ain't came for the idle chit-chatter so baby Throw it back, throw it back Make it jump, make it jump [Repeat 2x] Goddamn! How you do that? (What!?!?) Got a life of it's own Ass too fat Now throw it back, throw it back Make it jump, make it jump [Repeat 2x] [Blak Smith] She dance like it's a full time job Say she do it for a living What you do up on the side? She rolled back and replied With that red light in her eye Well, if I gotta' tell you then I gotta' make you mine That sunshine made me cry Made me blind Had me saying it's no crime to snatch her hair and pull it harder While I stroke it from behind And she like that And I like that And we like that Just like that [Chorus] [Bridge] [Chorus]

[Mic Write] Yeah, this is for every next big thing Every best kept secret All those almost famous Let's get it in (Ugh. . .Yeah) What you know about Detroit Summers in an Enterprise rental Fresh new kicks at your local Footlocker Ya boy work at both Got the employee discount Fix you up cheap like the local hood doctor Save you a few bucks so when you hit the club that night You can get down with the really good vodka Grey Goose, Ciroc maybe that BeleV F#@! what they tell me We living like stars We pop Coronas Put limes in the bottle spend time with the models Spit rhymes in staccato Couple dimes on the lotto hoping we hit it If we don't we get it back through rappin' nigga Grind's the motto You aint heard? I'm the biggest rap star in my apartment Buildin'- chillin Somewhere on the 1st floor Worse or better We make due with the cheddar that we got Just imagine when we get out first million (What?) [Chorus] Big house We ain't got that But we still got room for improvement Fast cars Not really dog But we still got one helluva movement Champagne Nights on a Red Stripe Budget Folks wanna' stop it but they just can't budge it Too much fun to let the stress ever touch it Living like a star till we living like a star [Blak Smith] Just a hour 'go I was out of dough Down to my last dolla at the dolla sto' But see my folks We got high hopes I play it 50/50 Try to hit the lotto for- A hundred million No ceiling We jumpin' out the sky like Geronimo I don't know, we gotta blow like champagne bottles so Peel off that couture girl and slide on my banana boat [Kopelli] Though money been funny I still feel I'm the flyest Can't cop confidence higher than mine is We like stars Ya' girl tellin me sign this She can see what the result of the grind is (She forsees it) But I can't really blame her don't need game to tame her she sprung We almost famous All in your dame is Shamlessly jockin Cold Men Young [Chorus] [Phenom] Roll up the trees and let's go home Only top ten rapper with a Metro phone Got a bed girls wanna shoot a sex show on And I smoke the type a green that the Jets throw on Yeah rent kinda hard to get Whip i can hardly get Let the Bacardi tip I be on that party shit Summertime cook outs Niggas on the look out The life of Young Phenom Somethin' to write a book bout Thinkin' bout all the loans that I took out Pregnant hustle cause you know I'm gon' push out After high school man I kinda got put out Move to the burbs but they couldn't take the hood out Niggas been trippin' but I ain't gotta foot out Mad cause they girlfriends always wanna put out Hella hate got a nigga tryna get that hella cake Tell a fake nigga that we here so lets celebrate [Chorus] [Mic Write] Yeah man that's what we do. . .We make Bridge Cards look like Black Cards [Blak Smith] Got this crease in my slacks. . .My grandaddy loafers. . .Nah, for real these my grandaddy's loafers for real. . .Kenneth Cole [Kopelli] Man I feel you. . .See me with the swag man, I'm pushing the rusty hatchback like a Jag [Phenom] Man I got all the girls. . .I got a bus it baby. . .She always taking the bus for me. . .Baby

[Blak Smith] Milk crates filled with gold records On the cover sleeves Old memories of fine scenes that I wouldn't remember On the Belle Isle a young Willie showed me how to jump checkers Told my grandad to "king me" As if he was my debtor That's when he cracked a smile in that Cosby Sweater That's Michelle at her job Right before the Hajj After the pizzeria closed She led me to her Mecca Breathing on her neck Sucking on her nectar Next day she got the call from the health inspector And that's mom Beating me with a sceptor She pulled a Jessica Fletcher Found porno under my dresser Snitched and told pops And pops was like whatever Till this day the case is cold Apparently I was set up Memories are forever Good or bad they're mine to treasure In hindsight, it was all plush leather That shit was classic [Chorus] Keep me up a many ah sleepless nights Me and my need to write My passion feeds the fight Oh My God Soul and you burn for me Live for eternity Till it's your turn to be [Mic Write] Since the tender age of 13 I been egaged in working These verses like a trapeze artist in a circus Navigating line to line Allowing my mind to shine They call me phenomonon I'm John Travolta Word is. . . That I'm going crazy Dedicated to the day that I'm outflowing Jay-Z Writing morning, noon and night I'm never growing lazy cause I'm chasing something Bass is bumping in the back lacing something to the track Ehh I ain't like it, I rewrite it Then recite, I'm excited Close my eyelids It's exactly what I wanted Give me enough time with the beat And I bet I Vietnam it Nagasaki, Hiroshima Call in FEMA It's a wrap when I rap But I wanna' do more than kill a verse I wanna' bang a classic into your chest until it hurts Promise that forever I rhyme this Till the day that I'm timeless For now you can rewind this Classic [Chorus] [Kopelli] This is the craftin' of a classic that's Similar to Potter on the mic makin' magic tracks After that, ship it to the masses man imagine that Play it for the people and watch how they react to that Maybe they can feel the emotion it's so passion-at (Passionate) Get it in their system addict em until they ask for that Feenin' for this feelin' they peelin' the cold cash for that So immaculate they got to have it in their habitat Fill my writin' tab-i-lat (tablet) with quotes from a gradu-at (Graduate) Let me flip my tassel back Classic like the cadillac ya old grand daddy got We will be ya fav-o-rat (Favorite) Movin' crowds we master that Flow is kinda fabulous fam, sounds miraculous (Yeah) We do it like our lives cling to it And that good feel is really what my team brings to it We movin' over tracks fluidly stream through it So what else could u call this music Truly it's classic [Chorus]

Yo I'm like I'm somewhere else completely with it man I'm like Dr. Manhattan, I'm gone I can't. . .I can't understand what you're saying You talking but I can't grasp it My language, my intellect is so much higher than yours My. . My wave length is so much different So you keep talking but it's useless. . . [Kopelli] Though they try they're not talkin' like me I can never comprehend them because I'm too highly Evolved for their jibberish and blahsay splee We don't connect because wack I can't be (Naw) In digital code how I see I'm the one broke out of the Matrix I'm free You don't understand let me state it plainly That I'm on another level that the lame can't reach Speech is incredible light years ahead of the Stat quo etcetera Pellz is a hell of a Emcee I'm tellin' ya, see it for yourself Motown city slicker sippin' liquor top shelf See my lyrical lingo imperial delivery sicker than sixteen venereal try to make it clear to you we're not equals to holler at me you need a translator to speak it through [Chorus] You ain't on my level You can't speak my language [4x] [Phenom] How these kats out here acting like me Urinated cats out here acting like "P" (pee) You should flee if you can but my right hand fast as a Dragonball Z Or Muhummad Ali Body, flow You haters so pussy Mr. Elevator button it go down if you push me Roll like Tootsie Please don't push me Kicking other languages- European footsies (What) [Mic Write] I hear you spittin jibberish/about you being nigger rich Clapping guns, stacking ones, down to call a chick a bitch Make it rain in clubs like we ain't going through a Recession Spitting garbage on the mic every studio session I can't understand wack, might as well be speaking Martian, Marvin you a hater hit you with the Space Modulator Bring your world crashing down/clowns, smashing nouns/verbs adjectives Easy shit home hold the laxative [Chorus] [Blak Smith] My brain matter pumpin' Something your cranium lack Fall back when that 808 bumpin' You secondary to my ariel attack Hiroshima bomb, Kangaskhan Renaissance, when I hawk a fat loogie on this one way intercom This is for the flat-head thumbtacks Who believe we all equal F#@! that Appoint the keenest linguist Translate into English Venerate my genius Quieres mujeres pero no llevas mis ADDIDAS They the cleanest You wanna' reach my zenith You wanna' roll with elitists Nigga all you gotta' do is kill the hate in your system like Amadeus Forge metal to masterpieces like The Machinist Out of this world, I lay my head closer to Venus Next level be the fetus Pastor said he'd be the meanest Be the HNIC Leader of the new school Joe Clark Freeman [Chorus] Talk your ish!

[Kopelli] Hi. This is not your stereotypical club banger Drop the beat Yeah, Cold Men Young We bout to take this one back to the club Yeah, yeah gon' head drink it all down [3x] Don't waste it baby drink it all down [Chorus] It's a little left baby girl drink it all down If you're still thirsty Ima buy another round [2x] Have another on me, drink it all down (It's on me) [3x] Don't waste it baby drink it all down [Kopelli] Look at her over there True Religion jeans, mo-hawk in her hair I'm so fly, my advantage unfair Got Creative-Rex on it's a brand new pair Step to her holding two glasses of something Try to get her open and increase her consumption Start with heavy panting and move to some humpin' When she orgasm man it look like she crumpin' Back to the party Whole spot jumpin' These girls thirsty, keep that Bacardi coming Poured a lot of drinks so here's my assumption Later on tonight Pell L keep pumpin' (Bottoms Up) Take a shot that'll make draws come off Arrogant and cocky is how I often come off You don't wanna worry how you gonna get the cum off Your fly blouse, prop mouth open Catch the run off [Chorus] [Phenom] Ass like hippopotamus Brain like a psychologist F#@! about your legs I'm checking out your esophagus I can feel your throat like a like a life supply of lozengers So girl drink it up like drunk bitches in colleges 1800 ain't nothing while you frontin' Super-Soaker P Yeah you know I keep pumpin' We ain't gotta drink Baby girl we can f#@! So you don't need a glass girl, gon' drink it up! [Blak Smith] She said hey Mr. Artist, Mr. Artist What you saying I just thought it Let me see what's in your wallet Like a premature audit Stop the stallin' with all this petty ballin' You just tryna' crawl inside my 'whatchamacallit' Yes I will be that guy to take you to the side I'll watch you self-indulge You do just what you like Night cap in the ride We swaying left to right Bucking so loud like a parking lot fight Kahlua White Russian girl gon' drink it up This E&J and Red Bull gon keep it up Yeah it's running through my veins so I'm gon' beat it up And you don't need a glass girl gon' drink it up Nah, you don't need a glass girl gon drink it up [4x] [Mic Write] You claim king rapper, I'm viva la revolution They call it swag that I brag, I call it evolution I guillotine your team Set fire to your field of dreams Your skill it seems ain't worth of a hill-of-beans But right now I'm all about this Philippine Ole chick was so thick that True Religion pray when she fill her jeans And when my eyes meet her I treat her like Tequila Pretty little Tila She get excited when I feel her Smooth as Akeelah- With the words but it kinda helps that we both nice as fuck And we dun' downed about a liter She sweating off concealer Somehow I'm in my beater And then she takes her ass and drops it down to my Addidas I swear it ain't misogyny It's these shots of vodka in me Bringing out the Pac in me Feeling like I'm Akinyele Gon' put it in your mouth! What? I'm talking bout the drink, what you talking bout Gon' girl [Chorus] That is fine

[Chorus (A)] Birds do it, bees do it Orgasm, please do it You gotta' war story Let me sing to it And when the lights fade Just dream to it [Chorus (B)] My Aurora Borealis, Aurora Borealis [4x] [Repeat Chorus (A)] [Kopelli] Ye-ye-ye-Yo Pretty miss excuse me Had to take time to find who you be (What's your name?) Grab your drink and move closer to thee Young Smooth Criminal that hung the jewelry Loving your style, you're quite alluring Come and holla at cha' man I'll be a sure thing (Holla at me) Give me a little time, late night pillow time Rock the boat and yes work the middle time I'm not a player, my approach so genuwine I just wanna' see your sex drive energize I won't lie I am eyeing your inner thighs Opposite of innocent but we are all sinners right? And if it's only for a moment I wanna' get up in it and own it I gotta' retreat before the morning But leave my aroma in your sheets You can sleep with the scent of my cologne [Chorus A & B] [Mic Write] Pretty little constellation Broke my concentration Had me acting schitzophrenic, having conversations With myself when my eyes first met you "Should I even approach her", sweating bullets, See the condensation? On my brow, WOW, such a beauty is rare I know it's considered kinda rude if I stare But I can't help it I notice everything that you do Like when you're nervous, the way your finger twists in your hair I like that I know we're both living the single life But I was thinking maybe we could get together, make a compilation You laugh- I dig the fact that you get that And I don't wanna give you the impression that I'm impatient But i'm just saying I see that 36-28-36 And i'm trying to work the combination If you catch my drift, lets just shift this to the bedroom And your dress I'll lift My Aurora Borealis [Chorus A & B] [Phenom] Babygirl hold up Swag so froze up Strawberry swisher- let's have a "Fruit Roll-up" You know what You should probably just show up with no clothes, baby, No need to put your coat up So what- They be talking That's no worry They can't handle your team- they Mike Curry We do it like no other team do it And they so mad at ya game (Game), they G-Unit Deep-rooted, hate you for your sleek movement Scoop you in that silver thing, you know, teaspoon it And I would fuck with all of yall All of yall are beautiful I'm just trying to nail yall Show me to your cuticles We don't have sex, we stretch and do musicals Then I just circle 'round your waist like a hula hoop Drink you when I'm thirsty Wake you up early And give it to you raw, awwwwww Eddie Murphy Real talk ma. . .I just read "How To Fall In Love For Dummies". . . It was one page. . .It read find her . . .THE END. . .*Laughs*. . .Yeah

[Jypsy] I'm hungry Give me my Sarah Lee I want it fast Better put it on my hand Quick as I can load a Mag BLAST! Broken glass everywhere Yo' whole bitch ass gonna land on your derriere Getting gassed over cheese This ain't no little cap I'ma squeeze Man this shit will turn your ass to a breeze Literally yo ass will disintegrate Instantly, incinerate Simple Never try to overload my mind with bullshit I occupy my time with things I'm good with through the full shift Cause shit will never be fine and dandy Gon be in the jungle, I'll show you how to stock your pantry quick Swift with a 30-ot-6 Ima get some money, I can feel my dirty palms itch I'm an emcee, so I get the mission complete Plus a Gawd, nigga kneel at my feet Feminine BEETCH! [Kopelli] I'm gettin' gassed up, Mr. Top Off Pellz get it started call him Aleksander Popov (pop off) Dick Riders vicious on our tip suck a cock off Skill I got a lot of Seven niggas spittin' like this world we are not of (Dawg) How could you believe you're in our league When we're rollin' with a lineup of Kopelli, Ketch, and Phe Who's realer than Mike Wreez Red, Blak, and Jypsy Live emcees that hussle harder than Nipsey SJ will put kicks where ya lips be C-MY (see my) team we spaz quicker than Nick SPEED Bitch please, I'm a bonafide beast Release the raw venom every time I speak Know ya broad feel him, I'm ignitin' her heat Accelerate a flame until the fuel deplete When they let this track bang nigga you'll retreat Because It's cold justice in these streets, real talk [Ketch Phraze] We gon beat the odds Leave Scars with these beastly bars You ain't get your weight up with them measly arms Can somebody please alarm These whack niguhs The mission for Cold Justice in streets is on We bring the bomb Your weed and raps both regular We got gots Ganz and Lyrics, we way ahead of ya To competitive To let a chump Tell us what Type of record bump Shut it up MuthaF'ing punk This year we step it up Chest Poking out proud Music so funky feeling like we in a Out House Dolby Surround Sound When you the track It make folks act retarded like Simple Jack Ketch P, the niguh with the sniffer that Sip the Yac Lift my sack Your girl forehead get that Lipton Stamp We so Detroit when we act naughty She'll Take a Vaca...Boston Tea Bag Party! [Mic Write] Whenever rapping shit is popping off like Tylenol tops I go Molotov Fold a poser like a violent cough, Gilligan Island soft Moth to a flame, same as Mic to a banger My anger blast you plain (plane) ass niggas right through your hangar/Hang a, emcee out to dry with a hook, save a soul with a verse, aint no telling what I'd do with a record Check it My flow's pristene Got more hot 16s then Miss Teen America, When I bless the mic *Hachoo* Gezunteit One tight lyric from me'll unwrite Your whole career/ I'm what happens when music is done right SJ, CMY, collabo unlike Anything, Good Times homey I can hear "Penny" sing As long as that vodka pours, and that Henny stings We gone shine harder than you, no need for plenty bling We just FUBAR tracks with steady rhyming That's why I stay full of myself, like Simon [Phenom] Yes I'm on my gutter shit take a hit I just put u pussys in the open like a naked chick I'm in the right when I ride like a car in france And these nike checks whiter than the carlton dance They say my city is dead I say its very alive I'm fresh to def get dressed? I get burried alive u niggaz scary its nothin So get prepared for me runnin the underground like harriet tubman I got the antidote and its dope ima animal Canibal hanible lecter I eat you like a cantelope The niggaz ridiculous sick as the sifilus Pick wit a nemisis this is the gensis I be fuckin wit the tree like the jenna six Check out the setnences penned wit this imfaous penmenship im Viscious wit bitches and niggaz The visionless gettin the vision I'm spittin wit Infinite knowledge I'm polished like the tips of the women [Redd] I keep the booth in ecstasy - my speech'll boost your serotonin Speak the truth so elegant - i never let these fairies hold me... down My territory's Crooked I - look around from De-trois to Inkster -- SJ to CMY Cuz we the best and fuck any niguh that doesn't think it Appetite is glutenous - eat you pussies like cunnilingus Some of these niguhs need to be in summer league You rookies in development - we veterans - we run the team Killing beats is effortless - it's fun for me Come to me for excellence - accept the fact you under me Musta been under the influence of anti-depressional medicines If you ever confess that you better than The brightest color in the prism Writing excites me like watching dikes in prison Bite each others nipples, snorting vicodin -- NUMB DEM TITTIES Who fuckin' wit me? I see them niguhs is depressed They'll NEVER BE REDD... like the Free Press... (niguh!) [Blak Smith] Bring out my inner Joe Lewis/Louis Farrakhan When I hit you with 5% of my mind Unforgettable line Niggas climb and hang from my genitals Camel-Jockey riding nigga Keep that to a minimal Serve dinner roll, rip through you like a Sentinal Whatever leftovers remain we send that shit to Synagro 5-Star General Stupid line to get in the door The women that came out look like they jumped up outta' centerfolds And y'all pitiful, no Identical Variant Sit yo' ass down before I Jones-Drew you like Shawn Merriman Fall back I'm living golden Ima die black and get reborn Aryan *Nigga* I hate anything that don't sound like me Get loud like me Or just don't put it down like me I'm pure in essence Raw, fuck dressing all iridescent No question nobody put pressure to the ground like me! (HEAVY BITCH!)

Yeah This the part of the song I want yall to act a muthafuckin fool. I want you, you in the front get up out ya seat start dancing You yall two in the back start a fight Dj I need you to turn the music up a lil louder Lets go lets go lets go lets go lets go Let me hear you say: [Chorus] Turn my shit loud till, I can't hear myself think If you really want it gotta show me that you really want it Turn my shit loud till, I can't hear myself think If you really want it gotta show me that you really want it [BlakSmith] Aye yo DJ let it roar like wood stock Blow the spokeman burn the goodcrop Cold Men Deep came in with the hood op Room full of wallflowers wishing they could rock [Phenom] Phenom baby and I aint had no Money but I'm riding like I'm in a lambo Runnin through ya city like a young black rambo And you aint really hype if i see yo hands low [Blak Smith] Lets go ma time is wasting You blackberry with no conversation Let's get close to a T.O.N.Y like Sanah Lathan In a blind location get you dialating [Phenom] You looking like a fox and my tiger's waiting Go ahead and let em talk I don't mind the hating I don't go hard I go Conan baby 21 and up I'm so grown man baby [Chorus] [Kopelli] Spit that scorch yeah ma it's quite live Rhyme till I divorce my nine to five Like Kweli i'm tryin to get by Just gettin off work its time to get fly [Mic Write] Tired of pinchin pennys get by making ends meet Rollin in a Hoopty wish it was a Benz Jeep Always had it hard life ain't never really been sweet Mosh up in this bitch like you came up in ten deep [Kopelli] Time to get loose man weekends here Grey Goose and sprite man drinks so clear We beat up the speakers volume to the beat Till I can't heart myself think So let ya hair down go and sweat it out let it out Go and get loose by a couple at the bar Let the stereo burry yo pain here we go Whether in the club or you bang it in the car say [Chorus] Now bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, now bounce bounce bounce bounce Get smooth with it, get smooth with it, get smooth with it , get smooth with it 2 step with it, 2 step with it 2 step with it, 2 step with it, and uh.

[Lauren Fisher] Ad-Libs. . . [Blak Smith] The realists wonder how I dream What do he be on? Light headed anesthetic when that beat be on I put my Elzhi on I get my T3 on Shout out to V-V-Villa in dey tepee homes (Yup) I do it to the death see my 3-Piece on Then I take it back to Africa Get my Louis Leakey on Psychedelic trippin' when my EP on Apologies fell asleep with the TV on Wake up young boy! Did you apply for this? And you came so far Did you arrive for this? I'd die for this Straight fly for this My dreams are just over the hor-i-zon But I'm alive to spit it It's my curse but wha'ts worse like a hearse I'm dying to get it The right mind I'm in it To outshine the gimmicks Chasing my dreams about a mile a minute Just let me dream [Chorus] I gotta get to my dreams [3x] Nah you can't stop me Gotta, gotta, gotta Homie you can't stop me [Repeat] I carry a condition with no cure A hopeless dreamer I'm so sure that I'll acheive all that I work for I see the very thing that I hope for Right within arms reach Found what I searched for Nay-sayers steady saying I can't do it But I gotta' certain goal and my mind set to it Hard times hittin' I'ma glide right through it Some of y'all didn't think I'd win but I knew it Grind so heavy that I push a forklift And I'm so ready to amass more chips And I'ma go all out Never forfeit Can't stop me I got plenty moves to score with Top throttle in the fast lane floor it Feel like I might sprout wings to soar with Elevated I'ma reach my star My on top ain't far Homie I'ma get it all I'ma dream [Chorus] Have you ever had a ambition? Have you ever had a vision? Of what you thought your life should be? Have you ever had a mission Doing numbers like a statistrician Selling records while you rapping diction Or rap addiction You can't help it you gotta spit Plus these other niggas is whack They lack conviction (Ey) You ever had somebody tell you You couldn't? Nay-Sayer, Player Hater, Al Queda to your dreams Well this song dedicated to you The crack baby that they swore would never make it to two But you're 18 now Got a diploma doing great things wow I guess they underestimated the glue That held you together The ghetto decimated your crew With the same thing they killed Brandon Lee from the Crow but you're still standing Being that you knot that your whole family Is behind you telling you know But you gotta [Chorus] [Phenom] When I say dream I don't mean Hakeem or the dude that sings Martin Luther King what I mean when I dream I mean like when my tenth grade english teacher took me out the honors class because she didn't consider me to be a writer Well I wrote my wrongs and they turned into songs So give me ten years you'll be teachin yo students about my work Mom & pops thanks for the track shoes in my DNA I now follow my dreams like it's GPS on the back of my eyelids For my brothers and my sistas you can't walk with out legs or stand with out a spine, so thanks for backing me up And dream Cold Men Young Pellz the glue to the group Blak the engine on our ride to the top Mic Write the pen to our paper I love yall niggaz 2k10 the year of the coldest men lo fish take us home

[Chorus] This is for the girls who get cold in the winter When they feelin so alone cause I'm no longer with em Yeah I'm sorry [5x] [Blak Smith] I ain't give you no bullshit I ain't stand in no pullpit No camera stories inflamatories No I was one of the cool kids That's the reason I stood out Had your eyes on a good spouse Didnt wanna mix yo brain trama wit my future so I pulled out That tribal heart on yo' arm just let it bleed They sprayd graffiti on the side of yo walls I kept it clean Another queen sits on the side of my throne I do believe And if you think i did you wrong (hmph) appologies NAH! [Chorus] [Phenom] Cell phone flip and I see your name, But don't try to play cause I see your game And its really over cause I see you're lame Never again will I be you main I put you fast asleep TLC you fast to creep But then my number you fast to beep Said you wanna get it in, in the passenger's seat But you scavengers meat and I'm eagle preserve That's the regalish bird you a seagulish bird So I got another chick word to my mother, chick So give me space like I'm sittin in a mother ship Ha! Naw fuck all that other shit Go and get a badge doing all that undcover shit F#@! a chick suck a dick I aint gon 'pologize I'm just sorry that you did it to a lot of guys Go inside ya thighs You a chicken wit a side of fries Not trying to mysonginize Just tryin to open up a lot of eyes lotta guys Gon play you and monopolize So I hope this song help ya stop ya cries Change a lot of lives I aint gotta lie But I gotta try To let you know that Ima guy, Ima ride, ma I apologize [Chorus] [Kopelli] Sincere apologies honest what I gotta be Every night that you not wit me I'm out on the prowl While you steady all alone like a only child You the type a girl that'll hold me down So I don't wanna hear that it's over now Wanna have my cake and eat it to, that'll be the norm for me and you I just ain't ready to settle down baby I can't do it Sorry that ya goin through it Ask ya man I be going truant [Mic Write] Yeah I said that I luhhh you That don't mean it's forever Tryna keep me on lock down, I don't need me no tether Plus I said that I luhh you no VE Only put half in it Which means that I really only half meant it (Right?) Can't cover me to hard too fast baby girl I aint having it (C'mon) Femenine care products dominating all the space in my cabinents (Chill) Didn't you know? I didnt tell you I was a commitment fobe You don't remember that shit hittin yo lobes I'll remind you I think I need a lil bit of time to Work things out its me not you don't call me I will find you I'm soorrrry uh I'm sorrry