father always said work harder not smarter, yeah easier said than done. you need to find an addict for your beautiful drug and dream has to die before a grave is dug. what a beautiful view from the place called uncertainty, torn between my blessing and impressing my family. it's a game of tug-and-pull my glass was half full until i realized being broke was only half cool. now I'm working hard with these sore bones and calluses, the broken door to my apartment is the drawbridge to my palace. its the real world, the alarm clock is my nemeses but there's a need for shelter to protect us from the savages. But that life homie, you cant bat twice homie... shit you're in the long haul alone. these clipped wings of my dreams fluttering is reminiscent of a dial tone, shit i wont die along. people working harder you know that you're loosing your soul. its a constant pace of stop and go. i'm only here to tell you its the lonely grave of Frank Grimes. its a damn shame that we are trained to sell, but its white hot murder in this cubical cell. a beautiful tale - full of mystery and intrigue, abstract is surreal but the real is almost slipping. fuck high on life, stuck in a 9 - 5. I'm still here bounded by my open eyes. and were the antithesis, pitiless and penny less picture this when you wish upon your sales pitch. cause I'm grabbing the knife I'm sticking it in, holding the pen writing it down, hitting the ground hearing the sound what once was love is misery now. but wait...cant wait for the venom of the snake, the fruit of love is labor but the consequence awaits. I'm too late bit the fruit and went to college, now I'm picking parts of passion from this rotten tree of knowledge. free to speak and i spit when i clock out from my office, leap of faith is legit when i climb out of the cave i crawled it.

(Notebook Noise) I think it’s incredible with rhymes so forgettable That some of these emcees think their so sweatable Nobodies sweating you guy, that’s just swass Your rhymes ain’t fly, dude that’s just grass So puff puff pass that mic right out ya hands And just being a fan should be your new plans Cos all your rhymes is sub par for underground And you’re not fresh, rapping over any sound You ain’t profound, you ain’t putting in work I had to hide you on fb, you post like a jerk On and on and on, etc, et al. I would pound this one with #epicfail (Johnny Cosmic) The good fight is not always the right one And your fire don’t compare to this bright sun (Notebook Noise) Suckers lining up like it’s a damn talent show Hoping they spit that new, that everybody know And I guess if notebook knows anything at all It’s how to look good falling so short of tall I’m not flashy, nor concerned with stature But when you holding that mic you aint looking that sure And if that’s pure you’re surely looking shook You got the ingredients but don’t know how to cook You got the hunger, but you got shit for a palette You’d prolly eat the twinkie and skip the scallop If Notebook’s in the kitchen you’ll eat what I make you And if we start to trip out, you’ll go where I take you Can’t get your weight up, can’t get your weight right This is just the pre-party, you’re thinking this is late night You don’t want none of this Notebook rhyme management I’m so sick, you can’t mentally challenge shit I’ll crush physical forms and philosophical fodder You look high and low, but wont find none odder Debonair dope boy, raw rhyme renegade Fronting like I’m too fresh, looking like I’m hella played I’m rhyming hot soup, call me lentil grade I’m rhyming so cool, call me mental shade Notebook’s the name, an evil rhyming sort Word murderer, killing rhymes for sport

(BTK) Yea, step up in the club faded lookin for some love See a fine little freak must be sent from up above While Im shoving her behind she be grinding on my lap Finger nails diggin scratching all over my lower back Throwin dollar after dollar but the stripper gives it back Fictional no this a fact, biting singles from her rack She so addicted to this kid like a Newport pack Im V.I.P., S.O.D. Armani Im Mr. Black (Kash D) They call me Kash Rothsteen, my style just be so mean Bad bitch approaching, she prolly a coke fiend I roll up some more green, get another cup of goose Let loose baby girl I wanna see that big caboose If I aint throwing money then you better get to stepping No need for second guessing, player shit what I be repping You a tall glass of water g-string no top Shake it for me keep it coming baby girl don’t stop (Chorus) So come on pretty lady let me see what you can do Dance dance baby girl, dance dance baby girl You know how l like it girl just let me see you move Dance dance baby girl, dance dance baby girl We popping champagne till the whole night is through Dance dance baby girl, dance dance baby girl You rolling with the Saint’s so we breaking all the rules Dance dance baby girl, dance dance baby girl (Kash D) Wanna take you home with me but the night has just begun Already three bottles deep, time to get another one Sorry hun, but them tassles on titty lookin wack Matter fact, turn ya ass around and let me see it clap (BTK) Fall back, it’s a wrap, tryna get a lapdance She tryna take me to that private room and lick up on my pants Enhance the visual for a little more cheddar I take a seat she up and down all over me on that leather (Kash D) Never ever see us leaving alone we roll deep Four freaks in bikini’s my life is just so sweet Ghetto bitch riding on me she grillin with gold teeth So what I like’em dirty from skinny to obese (BTK) Bring’em back to the spot, latch on they wont release Buying extravagant gifts, look at these nike sneaks They bought and paid for by suffering chumps asking pretty please And they coming to my spot, dancing to their knee’s (Chorus) Shake it for me (shake it for me) Give it up (give it up) Saints on deck we don’t give a fuck (what what) Shake it for me (shake it for me) Give it up (give it up) Saints on deck we don’t give a fuck (yea) (Chorus)

(Notebook Noise) Fresh yes y’all, world wide delivery Universal language, world wide calligraphy Figure we go about it audibly Make sure all the atta boys is right where they ought to be Notebook’s been tinkering on every stinking thing Inside the box and outside of the thinking ring I’m trekking all terrain, my aura’s glowing strong I’m feeling right as rain, your tooth has grown long Certified raw shit, down goes the gauntlet It so happens Mother Brain is drawn fit Conditioning, you can figure that rigorous Imagery, you can figure that meticulous Color palette you can figure that ridiculous Rhymes sick as this cannot stay conspicuous Thaddeus James raps with paramount precision Outside the frames, too vivid with the vision (Rusty Nails) One for the money, two for the hunnies, an three for the boyfriend that's lookin at me funny. I'm so dope, fuck with me and you gonna get your nose broke, Rusty's in the house now you make sure all the hoes know. Locals know me and recognize my vocals and old folks give me noogies and put me in choke holds. My dolla dolla bills make your hottest water chilled and I got a lot of pills that will take the pain and kill. So feel me, yes because I'm fresh breathed, did my hair nice smellin' good and I'm the best dressed, restless catch me on a mic that ain't been blessed yet Thaddeus do you have some time to get reckless? Yes, yes he replied but let's wait for the next sesh, I said alright I'ma follow your lead just take me to the best nest. Found it countin' all the ladies around us and I gotta be honest I can tell that they want us. (Kash D) Yo I don’t think they ready, this mic I’ma hold it steady Im blowing up like confetti, Im wavy push down the levy Yo Black go get the machete, we riding deep in the chevy They calling me Kreuger Freddy, ya body bag be too heavy I bury you on the track and tell ya woman holla back A better rapper than you, you don’t believe it check the facts Homie I just react, you feeling lucky bet a stack I eat ya food like a snack, and I never know how to act Mother fucker now get it right you know we came in here to fight You better run for ya life, cuz we doin this evey night Whether wrong or right, fist swinging I just might Day n night like Kid Cudi, so bright we outta sight So, do what ya like, just don’t mess with the team That Mother Brain gang man, been running the scene At Melody Sunrise spitting twisting the green Yo Asa Phelps, going hard, make the beat so mean (BTK) Kash D pass the mic, Im ready and next to bat Psychopathic louieville slugger my cap up to the bac So sadistic on this track, get looney like Jack Black Dumbfounded ass look, how am I supposed to react These wack mc’s coming out, the balls they must lack Cuz they wearing tighter jeans than my lady showing her ass crack Ya’ll know me, they holla whats up Black My pants sag with a spade on my baseball cap Im S.O.D., Mother Brain, so crafty I attract, ya girl up on my lap When she dipping im gripping, im swishing just like Scottie Pippen Ripping up Churnoble weed with my boy up in the kitchen Always looking for ladys, pole in the water you know im fishing Fishing for my opportunity, you hoping and wishing that I demise That I fall you the one ending up missing, cuz im so tricky so many tricks up my sleeve like a magician Listen up im here to stay pucker up and start your kissing

(Notebook Noise) New beat from Asa on my 4 track phone app Lonely Grave shit, separate from that drone rap A known fact, Noise is rhyming off the map Known for nookery, Noise has got that booby trap Unruly slap, given to slick tricksters Frontin’ Alchemist’s who think they got the mixtures To record scriptures, un-potent potables They’re nothing more than unknown fixtures Headstones, with nothing more than buried bones Hurried clones, sealed in their own headphones Thinking kingly but shitting is their only thrones Loose bowels, shitting is their only groans (Johnny Cosmic and Saints On Deck) It's about time We make our way to the top (3xs) I'm gonna shine whether you like it or not (Notebook Noise) I wrote the first verse 9 hours ago I know you can’t notice no difference in the flow Off the tongue, so scrumptious how it roll No circumference, could invade or control My rhymes encompass and attach to your soul Form with function, when they’re on beat patrol Keep these streets clean, keep this scene scene Scene kids know just what I mean. Fiend For any new new currently classic The new fad that’s geographically Jurassic You’re no classic, trying to make your plans stick Atomic wedgie rhymes, your ass know elastic (BTK) Now we be the ones that you know for sho You know the party don’t start till we walking through the door We taking rip after rip, like you’ve never seen before Ya boy be loving my style, your girl be screaming out for more (Kash D) I got my shades on, smoking till the days gone Must be out ya mind, if you thinking that we aint on Napalm in the booth we dropping h-bombs Asa Phelps, Notebook, Saints on the same song (BTK) I take the mic like Kanye West Right out of Taylor Swift’s hand while I stare at her breasts I throw a wink and blow a kiss cuz I could give a shit less Cuz I be rocking on the mic until my soul is put to rest (Kash D) And yes we the best rap superheroes Your rhymes stink like ya breath from a gyro Oh, you didn’t know? We the Mother Brain wild card Yippie ky yay, motherfucker you know we die hard

(High Menace) You better wise up and open your eyes Look around our country’s a landfill in disguise These filthy politians feed the garbage that we buy But they’re all in cahoots and we’re forced to pick sides They campaign what you want to hear but most of its lies And it’s sad to say that most of us don’t even take the time To know that every dollar spent we’re borrowing four dimes That’s forty cents a dollar and they act like we’re just fine And those who believe it must be brainwashed or blind Not worried about myself cause I’ll find a way to get by But what about my kids kids, how will they survive In a bankrupting country with a government that’s supersized How do we stop this? It starts with you and I No need for machine guns, not even a .45 I got a secret weapon, it’s called the human mind So educate yourself We running out of time (Johnny Cosmic) Where are we going to be? Armageddon or Utopian dreams Maybe somewhere in between Either way it starts with you and me (Timmy B) where's the individuals that stand by their principles? on the corner with a bullhorn, where it isn't subliminal. cursing at the monitary policy. modern money mechanics, fractional reserve banking is killing economies. we got a lot of sleep but woke the fuck. had a minor malfunction, yo the snooze buttons stuck. we got these lobbiest robbing us in congress with progress for dishonest politics, sloppy nonsense is killin' your consciousness. now this one's for the potheads. how bout full legalization, leave it up to the states, we discuss and debate and then weed of all strains can relieve all the brains and then maybe be peace with one another. live in abundance and out of discomfort. no one motherfucker or country can plunder, our mother earth. the sisters and brothers first. ignoring their drunken thirst. in the united states we go by another name. timmy b