Verse 1

Motherfucker
This is polygraph rap, cause I’m graphing all facts/
You gonna start me off from scratch, and just let off the bomb track/
I’m beyond mad, on the verge start a heart attack/
You don’t acknowledge that, I done put Seguin on the map/
Now step inside, and right to the mind, the visions of 8-3-0 ho/
Head to the skies, had to fly out, right out to the West Coast/
Shot his own video, LA Dreams I did it though/
Put on a show, the city knows, as I was on the pinnacle/
Now I got to listen, to these Scottie Pippen, side kicking/
Dissing motherfuckers, when I’m the one that made a difference/
Oh my God, tell what is wrong with their thoughts/
I done put them on, I’m the one who gave them their start/
Now I’m through with these bitches, and I ain’t being merciful/
What started off as business, now I’m taking it as personal/
Hip Hop Honoree, stand and acknowledge me/
One man dynasty, N DOT to the C/

Chorus (Repeat 2x)

Realize, this town, ain’t big enough/
Realize, my crown, don’t fit ya bruh/
Realize, God’s child, I am the one/
Realize, by now, give it up/

Verse 2

I’m done celebrating, living in the past, kissing ass/
No holograms, bringing PAC or Biggie back/
Not a dissing track, sissy fag, try to understand/
If you want to be the man, then stop being the fan/
A killer by instinct, don’t care what y’all think/
Not sharing a sixteen, I’m here for history/
I’m inserting myself, for all conversations/
My words will be felt, through all generations/
For the record, I’m the best ta/
Ever grace the mic, from the state of Texas/
I think it’s suicide, to cosign someone else/
When has it been a crime, to believe in yourself/
Artist-preneur, Hip Hop connoisseur/
An arrogant bastard, that’s far from insecure/
It’s a thin line, between arrogance and brilliance/
And history shows, it could kill him/
(Damn)

Chorus (Repeat 2x)

Realize, this town, ain’t big enough/
Realize, my crown, don’t fit ya bruh/
Realize, God’s child, I am the one/
Realize, by now, give it up/

Verse 3

Self proclaimed queen, but you’re deemed worthless/
When has royalty, resorting, to stealing purses/
You should have a nest, when confessing, living with your mother/
Then at least invest, in having a decent album cover/
Letting these promoters, go and treat you like a kid/
Start sitting on their laps, just to get you all your gigs/
Fake ass fucka, want to charge three hundred/
I’m like hell nah sucka, I’ma keep my money/
Suspect as usual, a couple of screws loose/
Don’t think I don’t know you paid for views on YouTube/
No auto tune to, correct your mirage/
R&B smooth, with a sexual assault charge/
Right all along, the writing’s on the wall/
You will always be a big fish, in a small pond/
Revise your manners, before you release your status/
Use it to my advantage, you’re dealing with the baddest/ (motherfucker)

Intro

One, two, one, two

One, two, one, two

I’m through

No matter what side you is, no matter who life it is

Just know, that I will shoot to

Kill, kill, shoot to kill, kill

Kill, kill

Ready? 

Verse 1

If you don’t like the message, shoot the messenger
Pick your weapon up, threaten em’, start defecting them
Go and pick amendment, and start protecting ya
Line of thinking, then your statement they won’t even question ya
America’s little secret, we fixate on violence
Blood shed, country, drugs, sex, and money
Controversy trigger squeezing, blood thirsty killing season, 
Bullets breezing, people bleeding, dying for no reason
We at war with our culture, we at war with exposure
Bust the door, hit the floor, shoot em’ all in Aurora
Cut the cord, movie over, blood, gore, and some horror
Warlords, more drones, swarm in the torture
Uh oh we need violence, killers move in silence
Our innocence is dying, America is crying
Wave your white flag, with the blood red stripes
And your blue collar plight, and then pray for your life

Chorus 

With these guns on the way, guns on the way
Guns on the way, yes, no one is safe from
Guns on the way, guns on the way
No one is safe from, we won’t let you take em’
Kill em’, kill em’ kill em’ kill em’
Shoot em’ shoot em’ shoot em’ shoot em’
With these guns on the way, guns on the way
No one is safe from, we won’t let you take em’ 

Verse 2

It appears to me, negativity, a smear on the screen
Of the t to the v, it don’t bleed, it don’t lead
News feed surprise, headlines are designed
To captivate your mind, and make it dollar signs
Paint a picture, of hate and cynicism
Manipulate the baby face, brain wash the children
Bullets over books, school budget overlook
Whether hook or by crook, the buffoon gets the push
Blame the rapper, blame the actor, blame the constant propaganda
Pass the buck to Tarentino, anyone behind a camera
Bull shit, scape goats, try another angle
See the motive stems, from hopelessness, the fucker is dead broke
Uh oh we need violence, killers move in silence
Our innocence is dying, families are crying
Children getting slain, parents left in pain
Soldiers dying in vain, because we ain’t learned a thing

Chorus 

With these guns on the way, guns on the way
Guns on the way, yes, no one is safe from
Guns on the way, guns on the way
No one is safe from, we won’t let you take em’
Kill em’, kill em’ kill em’ kill em’
Shoot em’ shoot em’ shoot em’ shoot em’
With these guns on the way, guns on the way
No one is safe from, we won’t let you take em’ 

Verse 3

Pop, MLK, pop JFK/
Pop, pop, pop, Jam Master Jay/
Shoot down your cape, center stage, pop your peaceful ways/
Look at Lennon, look at Pope, even Ghandi got a taste/
Rattle a couple cages, if it ain’t a prison/
They’ll do whatever it takes, to make sure you ain’t living/
Through a barrel of hate, they shooting down your vision/
Emancipate the slaves, and assassinate Lincoln/
Redrum, redrum, so much to overcome/
Put your life on the line, because the good dies young /
Pitiful, Biblical, no one is invincible/
Die on a cross, what the Hell would Jesus do/
Uh oh we need violence, killers move in silence/
Our innocence is dying, history is crying/
All I need, someone from, the NRA/
To go and shoot my face, just to prove my case/ (We’re gun crazy)    

Intro

Okay, let’s go, let’s go
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohhhh

Verse 1
Dirty diaper, schizer, the world is in some shit/
The globe been obsessed with, Lady Gaga’s dick/
Illuminatti gossip, Zombie apocalypse/
Tupac holograms, celebutant nude pics/
Last time I checked, that doesn’t make me rich/
I don’t worry about shit, unless I step in it/
I just handle my biz, clever ideas/
Young man in the suit, Executive/
Frustrated, being updated by the minute/
Inundated, by a bunch of unsolicited opinions/
Information age, everybody is a critic/
At the end of the day, you talk it I live it/

Chorus 2x

I’m Fresh, fresh, fresh (what it is)

I am Fresh, fresh, fresh (yes I is, now)

Hey yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay

Hey yay, yay, yay, yay yay, yay

Verse 2

Not IMDB, but I’m on the scene/
Balcony TV, movie screens, yes it’s me/
I got a role in VOSOT/
I’ve been whooping the worlds ass so long, that the globe got a red spot/
I’m the ringmaster, of rap extravaganza/
Headline in my city, cosign don’t need it/
Top billing, how it feeling, seeing my interview/
And the show you promoting, they ain’t come to see you/
From The Land of Pecan, to Austin City Hall/
Landmark, out of Small Town, I don’t think small/
I’m Will Smith, Fresh Prince, Getting Jiggy with/
Intellect, and the Jets, and in case you forget/

Chorus 2x

I’m Fresh, fresh, fresh (what it is)

I am Fresh, fresh, fresh (yes I is, now)

Hey yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay

Hey yay, yay, yay, yay yay, yay

Bridge

Step into the fire and come with the heat/
Preaching to the choir, complaining to me/
Only gets harder now, nothing is free/
Pretty much, talk is cheap/

Verse 3

It’s official, I am a problem child/
Read through the article, and I was the issue/
Front page feature, home town hero/
Pissed off teachers, misplaced ego/
All the wrong that I cause, as I fuck with your menopause/
Pissing people off, is just part of my job/
Not sitting on the fence, or politically correct/
Take middle class crap, get it off my chest/
I impress, that’s why I’m in the press/
Sparking interest, buzzing on the Internet/
And Seguin Gazette, and the TV sets/
Tell Execs, invest, because he’s next/

Chorus 2x

I’m Fresh, fresh, fresh (what it is)

I am Fresh, fresh, fresh (yes I is, now)

Hey yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay

Hey yay, yay, yay, yay yay, yay

Outro

Okay, let’s go, let’s go
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohhhh

Intro

The Lord is my savior
Lord is my savior
The Lord is my savior
The Lord is my savior

Verse 1

Lets just cut to the chase, what a fucking disgrace/
I’ve been stuck, in this rut, for some months, and some days/
Ain’t shit going to change, if I bitch and complain/
Let this conscious kill me, and drive me insane/
See the past is haunting me, the guilt is daunting me/
Infidelity, I commit adultery/
The sins are telling me, live irresponsibly/
Die with sickness, what the fuck is wrong with me/
Betrayed my friend, with a cardinal sin/
We don’t stand a chance being friends again/
I done risked his kids, the picket fence, and wife/
The consequences with, living a double life/
See a coward dies at least a thousand deaths/
Got nine hundred ninety nine, I had one left/
If he seeks revenge, then he knows where to find me/
He has my confession, the bullshit behind me/

Chorus

Here I am
At the crossroads, waiting for the green light
Here I am
Project kid, avoiding the street life
Here I am
Human being that’s, far from perfection
Here I am
As I pray for protection

Verse 2

Edison with the thoughts, reticent to a fault/
Best form of medicine, blemished with writers block/
My head is in a clog, I barely want to talk/
Wondering, will this suffering, ever fucking stop/
See the thing with music, got me so reclusive/
How can something I love, become such a nuisance/
Hide behind these shadows, I am now elusive/
Dust off these cobwebs, just fucking do it/
Hollywood lifestyle, I had to live it for em’/
Couldn’t afford a ticket, so I had to visit for em’/
Even though I’m gifted, they wouldn’t give into him/
I returned to the city, and they wind up shitting on him/
You stood right there, and expect me to die/
Held my tears, you expect me to cry/
I work under God, who ascends from the skies/
Sent me his wings, because he expects me to fly/

Chorus

Here I am
At the crossroads, waiting for the green light
Here I am
Project kid, avoiding the street life
Here I am
Human being that’s, far from perfection
Here I am
As I pray for protection

Verse 3

Mr. Congeniality, but why even front/
Position of a role model, is not what I want/
Feel a little uncomfortable, lying in my songs/
Motorboat, titty ho’s, but living with my Moms/
It’s a shame, the charade, that I live with everyday/
I’m afraid of the judgment, ashamed, and disgusted/
Sick as your secrets, secrets have cost/
In time will reveal, am I loss in my thoughts/
Discord in my mental, discord in my temple/
Discord, this cause, I’m insecure, and sinful/
Anxiety issues, surprised what I’ve been through/
Excuse, abuse, suicidal miscues/
Enough of the diversions, open up the curtains/
Accept who I am, because no one is perfect/
In love with the pen, more than I ever loved a girlfriend/
Therefore, one with The Lord, till the World ends/

Chorus

Here I am
At the crossroads, waiting for the green light
Here I am
Project kid, avoiding the street life
Here I am
Human being that’s, far from perfection
Here I am
As I pray for protection

Intro

Ba, pum, pum, pum, pum, oh
Ba, pum, pum, pum, pum

I’m tired of this shit, ohh
I’m tired of this shit,
Oh, whoa, whoa,
Oh, ohh

Verse 1

I don’t plan to be a family man, with what ifs
Food stamps, in the hand, depending on W.I.C
I’m tired of this shit, bitch I want more
Fuck hood rich, give me wealth, not poor
Doctor, lawyer, stereotype
Another rapper, gangsta, throw away life
Minorities keep feeling it, drugs keep dealing it

Thugs keep killing it, tired of fucking hearing it
I’ll tell you why I’m this way
I hope that you’re all listening
I’ll tell you why I’m this way
I hope that you’re all listening
My credit, shot to shit, gotta get up out this bitch
Can’t blame the white man, or the dirty politics
Economic common sense, instead of copping rims
Try stocks, bonds, liquid funds, more assets

Chorus

I promise, that there’s nothing wrong
I’m making my bed
I’m thinking, why should you bite your tongue
Just mean what you say
If you can please just watch your step
I’m close to the edge
Them puppeteers would want me dead
Get out of my way, aye ya ya

Verse 2

Ghetto ambition, hood business, is the worse
When greatest accomplishment, Louis Vuitton purse
Stuck on getting bent, rims before rent
Trust the television, to go and raise kids
I’m not Mexican enough, so they call me coconut
Because I want Jewish bucks, and I talk with chutzpah
Bring on the country clubs, foreign cars, white sluts
I’m aiming, to alienate, some racist fucks, ugh
I’ll tell you why I’m this way
I hope that you’re all listening
I’ll tell you why I’m this way
I hope that you’re all listening
American policy, you can be pardoned
With a press conference, and a half hearted apology
Hypocrisy lies, in the free homey signs
Want clean streets, yet supportive of crime

 Chorus

I promise, that there’s nothing wrong
I’m making my bed
I’m thinking, why should you bite your tongue
Just mean what you say
If you can please just watch your step
I’m close to the edge
Them puppeteers would want me dead
Get out of my way, ya ya ya

Verse 3

I’ll tell you why I’m this way
I know that you’re all listening
I’ll tell you why I’m this way
I know that you’re all listening
I heard the ghetto cries, I’m from a ghetto life

I’m tired of ghetto pride, and ghetto lullaby’s
I thought I tell you why, well here’s the big picture
If you dream bigger, you’ll see bigger

Chorus

I promise, that there’s nothing wrong
I’m making my bed
I’m thinking, why should you bite your tongue
Just mean what you say
If you can please just watch your step
I’m close to the edge
Them puppeteers would want me dead
Get out of my way, aye ya ya

Outro

I’m tired of this shit, oh

I’m tired of this shit, oh

Whoa, whoa, uh oh