[Verse 1] J-Pro: Who killed audacity with 1 bullet? Who resurrected it when we were scared to speak up and run through it? To stand a leader in the land of freedom It had to be a man’s belief in man to understand… yes we can achieve it Through all the camera tweaking and all the phantom seasoned Animated can of demons unleashed to plant a reason To not hope or not vote, colored man of treason He’s over seeing the capital like a grammar teacher And to reach a higher self, educate in high amounts Now that’s dope, get your pen and paper, write it out Hear that quote? Get ya kin and take a ride to now According to the past, in the present we’d be lying down How we acting? No passion in the flow How we rap? Like we’ll blast ever cat we’ve ever known Why we mad? Change is coming like we’re cashing in the dough Now we’re champions of the slogan the Audacity of Dope Verb: Through the knowledge that we acquire we buildin this empire Phony cons, criminals, liars, we expose em. Watch the truest transpire/ We uplift em; slowly convince em. They wave their hands higher Bands they hire claimin they got priors. We dig underneath the attire/ Poetically I'm a man on fire wit no Mr. Creasy; just my craft i break down so easy And these be the words you should heed. See I'm audacious with my dopeness And i spit nothin but truth without a serum in my quotes; its routine/ Somewhat of a gifted prolific machine With a purpose to prosper artistically with a skill and a dream/ And them same emcees killin the scene is still in my team Rappers screamin redrum when they really vanilla bean ice cream/ And ima serve em to ya; yes ill certainly do ya the favor Any flavor you shall receive/ In 2020 who will hip hop honor? We steadily battlin this termination like Sarah Connor Chorus: We can pop Champagne/Shop brand names Refer to every woman as a hoe/No damn thing But this feeling deep inside of me is telling me plans changed The audacity of EP, dope as the campaign [Verse 2] Antidote: They call me stubborn and tell me I need to get with the times It’s all in the beats and how you flip it P, you spittin these rhymes No ones listenin, if they do its coincidence, all they understand—ignorance Pimpin that women shit, you sweating penmanship, please. I hate to be the antagonist but rapping is money Funny as passion seems the obvious answer, it’s not. Stop flowing against the grain and doubting it Not only are they stupid they proud of it. Feel like I’m challenging the world to a battle, cyphering shadows in light At night it’s a castle, the moat is the industry, recycling imagery So what’s dope continually provoked to indignantly Retreat to the streets they claim, vividly… I remember another day, repeating it Consider this my civil disobedience I’m beating it To a pulp, unleashing this Hulk inside of me Reasoning’s out the window, I’m keeping it Dope’s the ingredient, this is what freedom is. Unxpect: (Yea) We stay speaking it/ Critiquing if your line is weak and/ unique speech unleashed through sequences your mind is seeking/ you find a leak I find a link to keep the fire peaking/ desire has me admired on who inspired Lincoln/ just think if the ink provided divided by thoughts/ had brought the lives, survived that had fought, niggas like I would of walked/ with a head high/ denied by a set up fed up on red eyes/ never rest why? Fess up to the stress developed to test my/ Abundance runs with a crew of a hundred numbered through two plus four/ we bust for glorifying dying for war/ up in this battle field skills don't matter still an act of will/ so pack it up we back to patch it up with out them caps you peel/ huh If rap is still about a package deal/ them labels might as well get rid of all the baggage, feel these niggas average still/ and damage real lyricist hearing this no need to cope/ with the bullshit welcome to thee audacity of dope/

[Verse 1] J-Pro: Beyond the borders of the ghetto here’s my composition Get on a tour and we can settle where they all can listen Get in the malls and we can meddle with a demographic That never listens to our music, we should send a package Get on the radio, irate bully them Get on the net and spam, Myspace bulletins Get on our set and jam, hype breaks pull them in Turn it up, these are high stakes, play to win Unxpect: Check it It aint no question why they stressing how we get down/ its complicated how we rated on how shit sound/ scan the plan guerrilla pressing while we still investing/ blessin fans, we ill and testing limits off the skills possessed and/ I say to turn it up (up) , They say to turn it down (down)/ Im trying to earn a buck and still trying to work it out (work it out)/ My peoples its the raising bar sequel/ planes from here to Spain, Kiko we got mics so when do we go? Chorus: Ox City, yo they want to see us (Get Live) So I’m gonna grab the sound man and I’m gonna tell him (Turn it Up Now) And when they scream encore that’s when they want more Superior MCs that bring the hardcore You know my city wants to see my crew (Get Live) Somebody better grab the sound man and tell him (Turn it Up Now) DJs, MCs, B-boys and Graff heads Hip Hop is in the building, we’re the modern day classics [Verse 2] Verb: Creativity livin within me's a part of my makeup You raise the stakes up? I'll bring 5 along wit me to shake up the place/ Raise up the bass; cater ya face wit a plate of finesse Shit is obvious; no need to address this rap shit is a mess/ That's why we turn it up and let them bitches burn it up; we meant for this dynamic lyricism amped and ready is the emphasis/ Swimmin wit fish in this business? The competition's endless All to get the benz's and image they stompin kids to win this/ Get live; thats what we stick by to get by adversity The worst of me is gone; my tenni's you could never fit mine/ Sit back and watch us movin on the incline No time to pivot Stagnant aint the way; my killin instinct is to get mine Chorus: Ox City, yo they want to see us (Get Live) So I’m gonna grab the sound man and I’m gonna tell him (Turn it Up Now) And when they scream encore that’s when they want more Superior MCs that bring the hardcore You know my city wants to see my crew (Get Live) Somebody better grab the sound man and tell him (Turn it Up Now) DJs, MCs, B-boys and Graff heads Hip Hop is in the building, we’re the modern day classics Antidote: We turn it up and stop only for the breaks Don’t smoke bowls, push 45 plates Forks in the road try stifling my pace Stay down on the block like right before the race Hear what I’m telling you, raised the bar, now it’s the mello rouse Developing the flow, new improved, clear your schedules Rock with us, stop em in they tracks like a pause button Stick to the fax, like cover sheets you need to stop frontin Hear to transcend, check the translation Cut the trans fat, transform this rap nation Epsilon, we the reason all they hands waiving On the green, got the edge, its like we landscaping Nothing special, not a profit hear to save your soul We underground, turning up’s the only way to go You want to be a jerk go and play ya radio I said we underground, all my people what you waiting for Chorus: Ox City, yo they want to see us (Get Live) So I’m gonna grab the sound man and I’m gonna tell him (Turn it Up Now) And when they scream encore that’s when they want more Superior MCs that bring the hardcore You know my city wants to see my crew (Get Live) Somebody better grab the sound man and tell him (Turn it Up Now) DJs, MCs, B-boys and Graff heads Hip Hop is in the building, we’re the modern day classics Calmplex: Often Misunderstood by those who never understood it Underground, underrated but invaded my whole cadence way since ninety two, but still in debit at the present So projected as our future --- make some loot or become remnants on some “back in the day” shit or “remember we use to” I'd rather not reminisce since my memory fused to--- ---what was, will soon come to pass… remain patient Occupying the vacant… outside of the matrix…

(Cuts) [Verse 1] Antidote: Raising the Bar dropped, now all these hands waving like car lots The making of a dynasty, MCs who rhyming be Putting on a show like these other hoes are trying to be Rocking every spot with no thought of label signing me You fakes are like grapes and (Hey) this here’s a winery Now these chateau rap flows and we finally Elevated, 100 flight of stairs until we’re celebrating Each step like air in Hip Hop’s in each breath we’re taking J-Pro: We’re taking 2 steps forth; they’re taking 2 steps back By making bullshit tracks, where are my real heads at? They’re on the Internet, downloading our songs So at the shows, they get ‘em up like a power bomb We’re on the 20 minutes, sweat like it’s an hour long 30 people wildin’ out like it’s a stadium Or the palladium, there’s nothing I can say to them I'm grateful for the stage we’re on And you’re my Inspiration! Chorus: My inspiration, blood, sweat and tears Through all of the years, one thing that kept me handling biz is My inspiration My 3 babies life when I’m gone Learning what’s right,wrong How to fly and fight through the storms My Inspiration The ovation, applause from all of our peers Supported by local fans through all the years My Inspiration (Cuts) [Verse 2] Verb: Sometimes i consider things that get me inspired to write There's somethin within me that never seems too tired to fight/ for what i believe in; achievin and acquirin heights of happiness We duel and fight with the fire ignitin on our doorsteps/ Man i been through it all; been poor; slept on floors In life i seen more yards than Dorsette/ So when tradgedy's drug out and the ground gets shaky I'm fully aware of whatever consequences that await me/ for decisions I'm making I aint perfect at all, but there's a reason why to get by I'ma struggle and crawl;/ the reason why id rather be judged by how many times i get up than to go through being judged by how many times i fall/ And I'm not religious man, but let me tell you the deal If i could just channel my voice through those who feel what i feel;/ if i could leave earth with a mark that says that verb was for real, to live and breathe and put on this planet provided wit skill is my inspiration Chorus: My inspiration, blood, sweat and tears Through all of the years, one thing that kept me handling biz is My inspiration My 3 babies life when I’m gone Learning what’s right,wrong How to fly and fight through the storms My Inspiration The ovation, applause from all of our peers Supported by local fans through all the years My Inspiration (Cuts) [Verse 3] Antidote: There’s so many reasons why I do this, nothing I’d deny or try to prove It’s just this feeling that I feel when I’m hi-hi-high of spittin’ rhymes and coolin’ Wit my crew, walking like it’s water that I’m steppin’ on Epsilon “P”, the 180 I’ve been bettin’ on Verb: Soon as they let us on The game’s changing, this is the level we’re supposed to conquer And competition’s supposed to be fretting on Retreating like decepticons, forfeiting their checks and bonds Falling and crumbling at the frey and edges we left them on J-Pro: … the rest will honor the name. My fans are cynical Still they’re calling my name like I stand at pinnacle Allstar perennial, fall far from lyrical Sean Paul I’ve fended through the fire with inspired minds They say I got them through the day, but they’ve inspired mine A young guy thumping Pete Rock and I n I Feeling proud of the underground where the cipher lies Same 30 fans waving hands when the cipher dies Chorus: My inspiration, blood, sweat and tears Through all of the years, one thing that kept me handling biz is My inspiration My 3 babies life when I’m gone Learning what’s right,wrong How to fly and fight through the storms My Inspiration The ovation, applause from all of our peers Supported by local fans through all the years My Inspiration (Cuts)

(Intro) [Verse 1] Verb: Another day another dollar right? Cause in America over it someone's gonna die tonight Crooked politicians bitchin and fixin to lie tonight/ Suppressin poverty stricken people whenever they try to fight like "Here ya go kid" And then hand him a stick of dynamite/ Can't tell me nothin if you aint been through it Am i genetically predisposed or is it influence/ Straight ginsuin my life aspirations wit sin Who in the hell cares? Its niggas thats willin to die to get it in America J-Pro: It’s where the troop levels rise. The pursuit’s ill-advised. The news televised it, but groups enterprised. Red or Blue… telling lies Where’s the proof? In the eyes of the dudes that are dying, paying dues with their lives Play it coo… You can hide in your suits and your ties, where the youth never die when seduced by the high See the coupe… Advertised by a gruesome disguise of freedom in the name of America. Antidote: Stars and stripes. This is 51, the mind state and bars you like. That Antidote shit, boat shit and cars you like. The pursuit of the shine and the dimes you wife. I got more on my mind than a hoe and a dollar Try to put it in my rhymes but the shows don’t follow Got to fly overseas where they pride ain’t swallowed And they want what they need but I’m waiting for tomorrow In the land of the free yall… Unxpect: This the place where we at/ and prepared to react while these niggas bang on every track/ and we rarely be wack with the fitted hats and black denim/ Fine women, fast state of mind we keeps the wax blending/ back spinning, While the mat attracts the different accents and/ cultures keep it active while the taxes staying mad expensive/ you get a nasty sense its intense and the eyes on us/ cries known to penetrate the skies, a rise on the homeless/ Homie this is what? Calmplex: A land of thieves who stole from indigenous A shelter for those who expose what religion is Convicted, or twisted, abode for polygamist If freedoms for all, why we all feel imprisoned then? United we stand, yet command with indifference Where lack of concern, becomes fact for the ignorant My stimulant a tome, Called behold a pale horse Novus Ordo Mundi the source of a scam called… "America" Chorus: Multiple Clips [Verse 2] Verb: We got money to burn; contradictions televised; easy for a dummy to learn/ Where marijuana grows more than red fern Court is never permanently adjourned cause as the world turns/ Another bad sperm enters on bad terms wit bad germs Dealt a bad hand; strugglin Its sad to learn but its true/ So whats the reason for this bad cohesion People freezin; never dressed for the season How we people pleasin? Whats the meanin of demeanin America? Antidote: Fuck your vote. When your only two choices are to drown or to choke. Don’t tell me I have voice, understand I’m broke. When you ain’t got a pot to piss in, you ain’t reading propositions I’m just trying to work this job, so I got a spot to live in. And you have the nerve to ask me why I knock the system? It’s one nation under God but two parties divide So three seconds what you got before they make you decide. J-Pro: Where the candidate of choice is based on drink favors We’re choosing between 2 parties like teenagers The red is for the green while the blue is for green acres Somewhere in between it seems to mean faker Flip flopper, 2 sided, all thing Hegelian Debates about the gays, creating fences for the aliens Tax cuts, health care… black and white play to win Unxpect: We staying in, so say again (America) this how our day begin/ 9 to 5 for survival while we thrive in the state we in/ live with debates and strive to make a name raise our babies and/ we labeled lazy we hated just as bad as Arabians/ we always find a way to win and move as a unit/ soon as we dismember we band together smooth to just prove its/ the news that abuses the media, provokes through the tv/ the c.d.'s you seeing and purchase don't believe all you reading/ cause they be feeding lies in (America) Calmplex: Land of the sheep, and home of the enslaved Misguided souls, friendly foes till the invade shades of good and evil seem to equal that of poupon are you incorporated with the natives? get cha noose on judgment of my lexis, if its sexist, or it cant shake--- ---booty, beautiful or strobe, conscious of the globe getting warmer still im told…to be green yet the green out my pockets being stole uncle sam is so… "America" Clips...

(In God We Trust/No doubt that's a must) [Verse 1] Unxpect: Get down for yours I gets down for mines/ so sit down recline, enjoy the beats and the rhymes/ my whole crew is at ease, in God we trust its a must/ suckas out in the streets with heat tucked in they guts/ (to take yours) I aint the type for them peeps I stay coo/ remain focused on beats you need to pay dues/ a lot of distractions is the actions they choose/ gotta subtract the fractions so I snatch a grey Goose/ (What up) In God we trust like them shows where the women flaunt it/ we throw the paper with them words that's imprinted on it/ J-Pro: Though I’m a little dormant, at times I feel important Still I reveal the Garden of Eden, I’m eating off it I don’t want to see a coffin, that’s why I be breathing often So I can feel the air seeping through the reaper’s palms, and If I conceal how I can bleed, then I’m not humanistic I see the world through the eyes of a new statistic I was half a man before I grew to be the future… sinning world’s got me questioning the phrase… tell me who’s the wicked? Chrous: (Phrase cuts) [Verse 2] Antidote: If I’m God, then I believe in him, the things that I see in him The good, bad, ugly and the freedom in I heaven I can be in when I need to, like a lung that I can breathe through A drum that I can cling to, study close, and try to reach to The sky, real fans keep ya hands up high Ain’t no heaven for emcee, hip hop wont die And its not like these wack muthafuckas wont try That’s why we bypass the mainstream to keep it alive Verb: Im seekin for a vibe i can ride wit The light in the sky is so blindin; 9 to 5 survivin; music recharges the vibrant/ energy. Rigorous grindin got a nigga inquirin if my purpose is livin in this situation that im in/ Im innovatin; I been awaitin compensation for it Dreams that i stored in my memory bank somewhat keeps me in orbit/ Somewhere i feel like im gettin shorted Workin these graveyards; swingin hammers got my faith and belief distorted/ But i look into my son's eyes when im partially objective A god given miracle breathin brings me a whole new perspective/ Granted its arduous, this uphill climb; its easy to give it up Through him i find strength for that extra giddyup Chorus: (Phrase Cuts)

[Verse 1] Unxpect: No more partying with models on top of that pop the bottle shit/ its all about this cash and dodging them hot hollow tips/ after tonight he swears he'll call it quits but where the problem fits/ is niggas don't forget shit when fucking with street politics/ he'll probably get what he deserves though, the word slowly leaked/ Jamal called Tariq a week ago from Tony's Niece/ he's in a bad predicament no fixing shit when it hits the fan/ for 40 grand, clocks ticking he aint sticking to the plan/ He has a baby on the way Jamal refused to let him lose ah/ Father if he'll call her one last time to soothe her/ told her he'd be home and this money could helps out / stay strong baby and pray cause I'm in hell for now/ He knew what he was doing was taking another mans life/ the plan to murder him, his kids plus his brother and wife/ realized the chosen path and wondered what the other be like/ up in this poor world its cold when u discover the price/ poor world (echo) Chorus: (inaudible) little boys and girls live in a world where the life's so cold It's a poor world This world that we're livin in I guess to eat a brother's got to sin It's a poor world Ya talk about ya ones and guns Until ya baby momma got no funds It's a poor world Don't you be mad at me I'm only speaking some reality [Verse 2] J-Pro: Late night, Donna’s excited to be invited to dine with the finest modest Pilate body Johnny was honest and kind of retarded but in the funny sense of the problem Followed Donna around , calling until she bought in to court him (Yes) He got his wish officially mission to pop a cherry He’s got an itch to hurt the pussy like Tom & Jerry She wants to make the night special like Gerald Riveri (Geraldo Rivera) He trying to fuck and cut it short like Halle Berry Upon a night he got her right at 7, night of pleasure on his mind, the sight of sex, he’s gone already She’s trying to conversate and kinda got a bond to make But all he thinks is, “What I’m gonna do if the condom breaks?” They eat and catch a flick and afterward it’s kind of late He says, “I know a cool spot here, down by the lake” She’s hesitant, he says he aint got time to waste Pumps the bass just so he can drown out the sound of rape Poor world (echo) Chorus: (inaudible) little boys and girls live in a world where the life's so cold It's a poor world This world that we're livin in I guess to eat a brother's got to sin It's a poor world Ya talk about ya ones and guns Until ya baby momma got no funds It's a poor world Don't you be mad at me I'm only speaking some reality Verse 3: Verb: Wit a rag in his pocket he walks the street like street life's a different beat Nikes cover his feet; affiliated colors trimmin his sneaks/ Right, nobody told him; wrong, it continued to mold him, grab a hold of him, scold him; deadly what he sold in his folded hands at night;/ Scopin patrolin units forced to control him; cookin up that shit above the oven; Lookin back he never chose the life he supposedly dove in/ He peeped it from his stroller; mommy and daddy rollin em big as tp roll holders;/ Subjected to planet fuck up, flooded wit fragile and sucked up fiends; peepin the scene on every corner/ Sirens serenade the block like Nat King; he say its a black thing as if caught up inside a labrynth where we black people lack dreams;/ Guns poppin all day like Rerun from What's Happenin; He servin the block regardless of sickness; lungs collapsing/ Fuck the people, he finna pitch rocks and reep the benefits So goes the merry-go-round of ill intent Poor World (echo) Chorus: (inaudible) little boys and girls live in a world where the life's so cold It's a poor world This world that we're livin in I guess to eat a brother's got to sin It's a poor world Ya talk about ya ones and guns Until ya baby momma got no funds It's a poor world Don't you be mad at me I'm only speaking some reality

(Intro) [Verse 1] Antidote: A yo, the time is now, I’m climbing the highest mountain Peeking over defeat, tweak and rerouting the power I reach The outcome is me at my pinnacle, the stance of a general Eye of a tiger, my pen a tool to write a verse and feed the fire Unleash desire through beats breathe and exhale a choir Hallelujah my scholars, hustlers lets take it higher Prove to the world that we justice, truth and they can’t untie us Stand together and band forever they can’t deny us J-Pro: The time is now, the streets on fire Did you peep the sirens? The ghetto birds are creeping silent while the eagles firing And peoples dying over evil crimes and beef with iron A deep design, if don’t speak in line, you’ve leaked assignment So keep an eye on how they frequently receive ya guidance Cuz they rely on every frequency to reap a buy in A secret tie in to the industry that’s economic I seek alliance, now let’s awaken the sleeping giant Chorus: (Cuts) Verse 2: Verb: Calmplex: Yes… finally incentive to formulate all my feelings into congruent sentence Replenish what’s been taken for granted, packaged, pimped, promoted to those who never would quote it, consumers who loathe it until its no longer the rage,we fortunate avoided all consequences of fame yet broke enough to hold on to receipts of dues paid stay focused with the hope our scopes beyond some loose change cuz I aint really tryin to be waitin in vein… Chorus: (Cuts) [Verse 3] Unxpect: The time is now, the time to situate and rhyme about/ some shit to blow your mind, the flow designed before the time is out/ the time is ticking, time restricts, resign before they find a route/ these suckas dig a whole, cant get exposed but now they climbing out/ about to split a vein and while they claim to get they creep on/ my peeps awake from they sleep while the hoes they get they freak on/ I suppose that I can speak on/ defiance of the giant if your lying then your leak spawns beyond whatever recalled Dopamine Rush: Listen to it! LOL

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