Small Mind: I’m under line mothafuckers think I’m blind guess I’m small-minded with a new orleans state of mind I’mmmmm still fighting till I’m all right what the fuck you thinking that I talk like small kid. small city the end to my finesse ain’t authentic the crib at the address still all messy the kinect to my ex still all in it but I aint playing games here cause I’m getting what I came here for I ain’t supposed to be here but fuck it. still kicking ass when i’m taking these names here all these other lames swear they got the upper hand but I’m funny got em dancing and doing the running man thought I would be dead by now I did too, but I’m still gone rip you and anyone you influenced I’m a straight pound for pound pitt bull the pound’s full and it’s cruel I spit drool and crack whips with a pistol a dead soul and not a muhfuckin dead pool I’m westside til I’m deadside what’s a fallen king to an ozai what’s a human to a super saiyan and what’s a fire tyrant to a dead eye still a strong hater but hey man not really much for me to change that still scream oh no like wayne track all I can do is prove that I can rap Born Loser: Late night inspiration stays coming from a different place like how much I really let get to me bout how many victories I get to taste or how many friends that I’ve yet to lose? or how many L’s have I seen this week I’d rather them thoughts be put to use, instead of sucking on my soul like a leech like here let’s run it through the track with this process nonsense boogie rap like how many people wanna use me bad and then get upset when I rudely snap like hey bruh you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym now you wanna talk about me losing with the pen when I used to be the reason you were transporting but now you wanna transform. think you’re so big but to me you’re ant form I’m like Hulk-sized you’re ant man you’re only vicious as a tyga who likes tran porn like please. fuck the calm, bring the storm. let it known, please be warned that I ain’t playing anymore with this either or. wait hold up. what are you screaming for? anyways back to the rap back to the track back to the pick up and gathering of slack and I apologize to all of you because I know I have a tendency to back track oh yeah the storm , when the rain and the clouds hit I’ll be like Kill la Kill except the outfit I’ll stay dry like the drought hit that don’t make sense but go with it, it’s clout, yeah? anyways, it’s time to go hard killin with metaphors, similes, bars weapon of choice is a neumman u87 on a stand and that’s what I’m armed with execution is lawless. style’s beyonce it’s flawless just cause I don’t play ball. it’s not like it’s cancer it’s not like I ball less I’m more like Dick Grayson after he was Robin and he turned into Nightwing or mad and adjacent to Jason after the Joker struck him and made his light sing Cause to me there’s no imitation especially no invitation to my dream but life’s just a game huh? I’m like Kirito and y’all are gonna fear me when I’m fighting I was Born a Loser but I swore the future was a new time after putting on laughter for y’all I looked in the mirror said you shine and in due time, everything will fall in place but until then I’m evolving straight out this loser face

see lately I've been working on rapping like more chill/ tryna get it popping like my name was orville/ I'm a one man syndicate, keep sound intricate/ I'm the reason that your girl doesn't wanna be intimate/ and that one dude that is all up on your news feed/ posting all these weird things tryna reach a huge dream/ looking to the stars skywalker/ high class star wars geek; highwaters/ cause I'm a nerd slash hero slash everything you wish you were/ white girls quoting me on tumblr like capitular/ I am up to no good I solemnly swear/ and like the godson that said it I'm a novelty clearly/ so what's the deal here. none of these teens can compare to me/ and the ones that can minimum barely/ I mean my rapping has been MIA/ but while I was studying the rule has been Ivan terribly/ and all my peers are tryna get high like aviation/ and all the asians only hang around with only asians/ and I don't want to. I guess that makes me lonely asian/ the fact these are the things I ponder bout it makes me crazy/ a litle anxious. still a little nervous/ antisocialite and extra introvertive/ but with a purpose, I'm solely working/ playing xbox but still showing you why I deserve it/ I interpret Imma dumb knowledgeable prick/ sponsorable and intolerable kid/ with an uncharted infinite never ending hitlist/ killing MC's is a hobby I'm addicted/ but see the problem is I never finish/ procrastinating making excuses is why I've reached these baby limits/ and on a daily I've been alienating myself/ from tryna be a threat and the best at this stuff rapping/ but enough of that time for me to finish this/ time to go HAM, jeff. I am done; ventriloquist/ throwing middle digits at anyone; everyone./ when it's all said and done. I'mma be ahead of em/ Imma be the clever one. Imma be the chosen one/ think you young and talented. homie you ain't the only one/ they say you good well I'm better still./ I'm too humble that's why I'm crushing these pedestals/ so inevitable. smooth and incredible/ credulous and credible. for the life of intelligence/ never be some bait or satiating haters/ y'all can not see me like a pair of aviators/ and to rap. I'm a guardian, an angel/ others saying they on, other's saying they made it, but I'm major

Verse 1: Listen… Imma disrespectful gentleman just because my hair’s slicked back and rhyme’s eloquent don’t get it twisted I’m more wicked than Maflicent and gracefully executing styles more efficient than half of you with your shit verses that’s poor written and mainstream oriented more form fitting got my sword hitting like I’m star wars driven making all these lames choke hard with the force grip still forceful and don’t need a reinforcement one man with the strength of 300 spartans ask me if the flow stupid when I get it started nah just straight savage and fuckin retarded a master with the engine ears in my ozone I ain’t got doe still broke like my old phone but have a kill cam when I kill mans I’m the type to end your career and film it with a go pro Chorus: I keep the peace in the day time yet I been haunted since day 9 THAT’S EVIL stay patient in the day time but my nerves hanging on a grape vine THAT’S EVIL but it can’t stay day that ain’t natural but when the moon hits I’m an animal THAT’S EVIL the natural state is what you can’t erase and I’m the darkness in your soul that you can’t replace THAT’S EVIL Verse 2: I’m loco. normal is a no-go a bloodstain on the wall is my logo hallucination no substance needed only crack is what I speak I ain’t in love with the coco you claim you ill but you motherfuckers is not sick more like despicable to me you’re like a Nazi to all the people with trouble identifying me Bitch I’m Bruce Lee, so who the fuck is gonna stop me I’m Tyson and Ali in one body style’s recognized yet so hard to copy ain’t nobody know the name yet, so watch me I’ll spell it out for you. YDS you got me It’s obvious but hard to see your throne is hard to keep but to be the rebel is easy. just make you scar and bleed got a hundred lines. but don’t got a money tree tryna start a movement like lamar and see and that’s just how I feel that’s how I keep it real assassin’s creed. microphone’s my wrist blade and that’s just how I kill hit you with that 9k power level infinite punch stronger than hearing that pistol hit Chorus: I keep the peace in the day time yet I been haunted since day 9 THAT’S EVIL stay patient in the day time but my nerves hanging on a grape vine THAT’S EVIL but it can’t stay day that ain’t natural but when the moon hits I’m an animal THAT’S EVIL the natural state is what you can’t erase and I’m the darkness in your soul that you can’t replace THAT’S EVIL

I’m still a mothafuckin pawn, and I ain’t ever gonna upqgrade because I think what is elite and what is up’s fake for dumb’s sake. what’s the difference between me and you than the fact that I’m better, but anyways I’m a heart beaten soldier. doing his bidding only side I’m on on is mine. It don’t matter who’s winning slight grin on my face as I see you dimwits bicker this ain’t even news. it’s been from the beginning full blown war occurs for the battle of power for more ammunition and positions for the tower for the king. for the top spot. hoping you will not flop thinking that you got this thing down. you playing hop scotch your slight skill still doesn’t enable what you bring to the table remains unstable this the spacious place of concentration and common hatred abominations populating whatever the common nature is I don’t make the rules. I don’t gotta play by them also don’t mean that I hate to win I’m just doing this for, me so why should I enter this game I can’t play within sticking in my comfort zone where I work best knowing that I could slaughter any those who will test and yeah I’ll scream you’re overrated at the top of my chest cause I’m a wilder beast with that of a monster and lockness act like I’m not yet. ask why I’m not hot yet but I got the visions of images that top hotnewhiphop that’s a tongue twister back to topic. it consists of young spitters with a slight hint of ignorance and industry cats communication intimacies at try to back track that to any of your fav backpack rap and see the pattern unwrap like a bad trap it don’t matter if you don’t have a bad track. you could have the best bars with the best slap mix with the best daw and the best MAC but it’s insignificant if you ain’t big or get cash it’s almost like you need a buzz to even get a buzz like how you need a plug to get better drugs see this circle? this cycle it never ends I’ve known this. it’s just the dumb me who pretends when emotions getting in the way it slows focus and turns brain processes into flowing ocean as they float away most out of nothing I’m getting. yet somehow I write the best when I enter depression I got a bigger obsession with analytics and track statistics hurt got the wrong person I ain’t massocistic just slightly self-hating yet narcissistic with logicI advise you all to get off this dick I’m saying all these things matter of fact. truth of the matter is: the truth hardly matters when mad ain’t nothing matter but the grips that you attempt to get a hold on need some luck to pull a rabbit out of the hat it’s confessions of a man who can’t even get a thought that he can mold on instead of tryna find a way to get up out his plateau all the answers are just counterattacks 


I’m screaming out one time. one time for a muffhugger. gotta save one life in this lifetime all I need is one like on my timeline. can’t even trip if the time ain’t mine all I do it for’s the love and the goal not even the type to lust for the gold tryna hold tight to the trust in my soul to the platform I put my knees on (nissan) like a skyline still speeding through the highway still got a dark silhouette in my face still gotta lotta folks shutting down what I say but I say what is so sure. I will not play too much time growing into what I hate to be made mistakes of spilling my feelings fatefully drowned in my frustrations angrily gotta let go of the fear that my name could be

Verse 1: Walking down as I click my lightsaber on A sith lord is what you made me on hardly 150 but every pound in my weight is strong you better fear me when you take me on Imma surprise to you cause I’m something you never heard before geeked up every time this nerd performs am I worthy important is my path crystal clear or distorted who knows I’m just tryna not be eaten like herbivores cause in this world, my mind state is an intramural caged trap feel aged back my mind is still submerged still immersed still impure, still ain’t really sure asking on a daily to myself if mind is really yours or is it everything I’m trying hard not to be fighting against the natural alignment of the astronomy it’s like the way the weight of the world’s falling on to me I’ll fall down and collapse the way it’s ought to be Chorus: and if you feeling like I’m rhyming today when nothing’s going your direction or way on a bigger path to something greater than you and your fate when all the obstacles are up in your face gone way low way low world falling as I say so burning all the bridges with a paid toll Miguel said let the bridges burned light our way let our paths be revealed by them UV rays Verse 2: I’m lowkey rap’s bureaucrat mixed fixture spitting pure crack when half the time can’t find where my words at fighting demons just a fraction of the worse half other half’s dealing with this real world earth crap and people told me work on my craft so I can own it but thinking about it drives you crazy every waking moment I’m far from being a master at this and I ain’t claiming that title I’m just tryna take this fear and hone it cause I’m struggling. ain’t no one is humble man turn the whole scene to a smackdown rumbling attention span is a wrecking plan for the lesser man if I’m tempt to kill he can try and defend the best he can running laps around seems no progress inner conflict with my conscience I’m just being honest. there’s nothing else to call it a dead soul is what I am but being young’s the calling Chorus: and if you feeling like I’m rhyming today when nothing’s going your direction or way on a bigger path to something greater than you and your fate when all the obstacles are up in your face gone way low way low world falling as I say burning all the bridges with a paid toll Miguel said let the bridges burned light our way let our paths be revealed by them UV rays Verse 3: Now hear me out cause I ain’t won yet I ain’t done shit. I’m the one these people wanna convict behind a screen, keyboard, and trackpad studio monitors, mac, and my backpack now ask that. who’s the cyborg with the engine inside of his ears when the rest of you are pretending built an empire. before I was tempted to kill and murder my soul, myself, and my zen sitting inside of this chair, but it’s really feeling electric fact’s I’m ecstatic with a dark side tension lightning in my veins. pulse in my hearts replaced with a beat and thunder rumbling’s my sub's my real rap won’t be peeled back any longer you’ll finally hear me for once and feel that the music that I make ain’t something to appeal masses it’s all me. real lines. real rap. real facts Chorus: and if you feeling like I’m rhyming today when nothing’s going your direction or way on a bigger path to something greater than you and your fate when all the obstacles are up in your face gone way low way low world falling as I say burning all the bridges with a paid toll Miguel said let the bridges burned light our way let our paths be revealed by them UV rays

lost potential in a computer lost my mind in compression and EQin de-essing, delaying, and reverb somehow the nerd of this music, still see hurt been playing teacher and unsung hero making sure the decibals never going above zero got my fingers hurting. hardly sleeping. hardly eating got my mind running in different directions I’m trying to stop from leaving now if you think it’s easy to be, your own mixer that’s if you ain’t working for a living think it’s perfect I ain’t get it. what’s it matter to me I’m just an engineer. my path should be clear as can be clear as the see. clear as the sky I should be aiming for that mountain high grammy winning award for best sound just to be that guy when really I’m tryna be that guy slade wilson unmasked it’s death stroke. now don’t forget the y young been working. get that mix complete all to earn so that I can eat been thinking if this life is even fit for me want it for myself. it’s that bittersweet symphony this that bittersweet symphony been thinking if this life is even fit for me all to earn so that I can eat until then I’m working to get that mix complete tracking vocals. hardly running tracks making others glo. I’m hardly finding where my money’s at thinking now I’m grown. I should worry bout my own never learned the lesson that I can not do it all alone I’ve been rapping this hard but lately I feel like mufasa as he’s battling scar though I know it’s my fault cause I was too dumb and gave in and put others fore’ me. no performance. no art coming straight through my fingertips pure blood and frustration but time can’t be made up with compensation I’ve been tryna squeeze in to the conversation. it’s obvious And clear to me. no one gives a damn concerning my creations like yeah I know I’m crazy. I ripped my whole damn heart out. and put it on a track like ain’t that something maybe I’m running low on toleration and patience and I’ve been working like a slave. I hope I’m free before the day I’m hanging been working. get that mix complete all to earn so that I can eat been thinking if this life is even fit for me want it for myself. it’s that bittersweet symphony this that bittersweet symphony been thinking if this life is even fit for me all to earn so that I can eat until then I’m working to get that mix complete

Verse 1: still with my fist clenched like I’m pissed off that just means I’m battle ready for whenever’s the kick off I ain’t rolling through the 6. I’m not Drizzy, no 6 god but when I’m with my clique, we be like 6 Gods prove to me you ain’t worthless and maybe then I will step off but until then your shit’s fake to me just like Kylie Jenner’s lip job forget all the accusations. all the dimwits and the hypocritical imbeciles you can’t crack me. can’t kill my vibe. break my stride. nah cause I’m in control of my own life and you’re still tripping if you ever thinking that I won’t write I ain’t heavy drinking just reckless thinking that you testing me’s what I don’t like but that’s too much for me to dwell on if it ain’t beneficial to my own life only care about ones that really matter and I’ll make sure that we’re all done right all right stop. I think it’s time for Y to be on that chill shit cause I’ve been through more than enough bull shit to say that’s real shit now that’s real shit so…I’m just staying back and and I mind my business no crime intentions just my decision on what I do with what God has given yeah Chorus all this time on my grind thought I was rolling alone working day and nights staying in the studio alone now I’m working with my team and our blueprint is my dream and we assassinating everyone who thinks they reign supreme WE AIN’T DONE YET this just the start to this thing W AIN’T DONE YET this just a part of this game WE AIN’T DONE YET fuck a 9-5 occupation WE AIN’T DONE YET still won’t be when we make it Verse 2: Still back in it. can’t be passive when the action hits all the bit data is where the rations is, and I’m sick of the caption a captive hid but catch this. I’m more than mad. I’m pouring battery acid all on your tab better get those feet running and those knees jumping before you get tormented with a sock to hat you cannot trace are value whether or not we’re wearing off brands but every time we step up in your spot, we kill you that’s not planned though arm size, too short but power level too hard and my target is pointing out the direction of wherever you are I’m too hot and you’re lukewarm newsflash if you’re too on got a timer set and in due time, won’t be hard to see that you off and when you rot, we’ll be strong. it’ll be right with my team on and that’s CK. that’s westside. we’ll get out this struggle. won’t be long still working. aiming to the point that we don’t need a day job tryna fix up my destiny. ain’t saying that I play God but if really what I make’s hot. it won’t hurt to aim high no lie. I’m the same guy with a bigger motive to ball harder than 2k on a play station Chorus all this time on my grind thought I was rolling alone working day and nights staying in the studio alone now I’m working with my team and our blueprint is my dream and we assassinating everyone who thinks they reign supreme WE AIN’T DONE YET this just the start to this thing W AIN’T DONE YET this just a part of this game WE AIN’T DONE YET fuck a 9-5 occupation WE AIN’T DONE YET still won’t be when we make it

Allow me to state who I is It’s YDS. a killer and it’s obvious slowly grow with every accomplishment the opposite of what a neo-nazi is only fire’s coming out of my esophagus like the substance that I breathe ain’t oxygen a muhfucking soul crushing blood sucking kill em all running taking rappers out of their consciousness more vicious than a lion when he’s starving earned these stripes. I’m a tiger in his offense fire prince still a rebel to the fire lord burn the empire with the flame of the highest torch I’ll die fighting like Anakin scorched but you can’t clone my words way I’m saying em hoarse city never showing love for this soldier at war so Imma kill em all off with no regret or remorse boom a life saving light saber’s what you blasting my improv will tear your down your tactic vocabulary scary dialogue stagnant I would rather use an 87 than a MAC .10 Your family ties is amateur cries have you all run away when this man on the rise weight’s tyson compressed into 145 and I ain’t do my job right if nobody dies I ain’t rap’s pacquiao I’m my muhfucking own name logically disputed when I grow pains still searching for nirvana like I’m kurt cobain then Imma ruin your life like I’m crack cocaine take a hit. take a blow to your left side crazy muhfucker from the westside and I ain’t prince Zuko I got flames in my visions stead of just a sole burn to my left eye to hear me rapping is like seeing demons I got your eyes open, your jaw dropping, and your heart beating rare sight weird sound cause the flow secret have you brodein OD with the small seizures way I’m looking know it’s hard to believe a little Asian fuckboy with a DAW and a dream program Logic Pro X, all of you are no test Line grotesque it ain’t part of the seems

Verse 1: I’m highly focused my aim is toward the designation to have your head nodding to every record I’m making cause at a time when the competition is thick gotta remind myself why is this even the path I stick with It ain’t the cash cause most of my people starving It ain’t the fame because I’m only noticed hardly It’s for the war, the fight, the battle scars because until the end of my life, I’ll be rapping hard yet I’m low and soft spoken like the way they’re portraying the white serial mass killers on CNN but I ain’t gone pretend it’s all right. this got me up all night, hoping that my friends are people I’d see again needless to say, my words are written through ether’s pen cause either way, my demon’s slay through a heated end now you can say that this is useless complaining through the music but understand that this the thing that makes movements creates fluent, tidal waves of a lightened age you understand that we’re provoking the titan’s rage saying you God, the power of what you not it seems to be that we’re dragging the fire out of his nostrils but if it has to come to slaying it then we will cleansing the community from evil the happiness of the oppressed really reflects how we feel and this ain’t even fronting to media just to be real Verse 2: highly believing of this higher power of this all-seeing speculator watching from the higher tower maps of our destinies automated by chess pieces and those pieces are we, cause we’re pawns and that’s no secret the locomotion is part of this loco motive half of the goal is figuring what the goal is it seems the progress hopelessly moves in slow motion and the bullshit is staying omnipotent I’m just locked by the way the cosmic flowing of the energies puts me on a stand and makes me the public enemy stagnantly handing back hands to my visage beating me making me wish I had the luck of white kids it’s unlikely. fuck it! why fight it when you’re inferior to these deities Dionysus my message: die to them. bring hell to the side of em riot to these mothafuckers so now it’s a rivalry bring your highest skilled fighter with a power level over 9000 and mine’ll make you stop counting laugh after we make it to the top now and I won’t be the reason that you ain’t ever stop drowning Verse 3: I truly understand that giving up is not an option and if it was then I would be a fucking hypocrite homie I’m just driven by the way I say my words to a person who does deserve it and I don’t want my message reduced to something that’s worthless I also understood that hating on the next man who has it better than you does not improve your life at all and you don’t really struggle if you’re still eating every night even if it’s barely, so fuck it I say I ball a couple people tryna get in my head, and a lot of these young kings have their pride too big but I got my tribe full of tigers and we’re hunting for survival and we’ll scar em on arrival if they threaten the clique I’m fighting like a warrior for some righteousness my sanity is something even I am entitled to if it means reciting a stupid verse you don’t like that’s poo that’s all right as long as I write a verse to enlighten you or to enlighten me cause to be honest it feels like I need enlightening and if this is how I spend all my nights dreaming starting from the nice evenings I don’t wanna deal with this twisted version of sight seeing