1) Mic Test (Who Is This Guy?) Prod by Skate (Sorry momma, I been smoking, don't be frightened [Laugh]) [Verse 1] It's Summertime and the Sun'll shine; The rhyme I line should be underlined, This girl is fine; Think I add an E-R, just to emphasize. She be in my mind, like I don't mind; Of which I dig, just as a gold mine. I got one goal in mind: I'm finna touch her heart without the sense of touch; Relate with everyone. For now I start with her before I get to everybody. She gots to move her body, Get jiggy with melody. I'm finna raise heat, 'Til a ceiling catch a fire; And people get enlightened; And furniture ignited. I'm heightened, "Sorry momma, I been smoking don't be frightened. Hi. And; My name is One_Der, The lyrical magician spitting items. What you know about him? And why you doubting my might when I'm inviting brightness? Future is doubtless when you lyrically titan, very heavy giant. I'm no saint." (Sound clip from The Ugly Truth - The Movie)

2) Don't Front [Verse 1] Check the composition of the bars I'm spitting. I keep the hardest rhythm, Constructing a vivid image with my lyrical incisions; Cutting out fake cats with real precision. They been inflicted, Becoming victims; Since I begin stitching. Flow switching, Got 'em off switching, 'Cause whenever they flow, I been in stitches. LMFAO, no dance music. I never front with this, I'm in the front with it, In front of all witness. Fuck rapping on this mic, I'm 'bout to rip it; Beyond description; Destroy a system, Include the government figures; With corrupted writtens, Spilling outta stereo speakers. I'm very eager to be the leader, While the rest be lead on; Like diesel petrol. I'm in the 016, delivering anthems; My city hella handled, But I believe in these blocks, 'Cause the V-Rocks, And the Westside be my spot, Where the blocks keep hot. [Chorus] I keep on rapping, since I was a kid; You know, a lil atom; But now I'm big, About as a nuclear bomb. About to nuke shit dawg; Behold, with these flows; I'ma let the truth be told. Real recognize real, fuck your recognition; It's kill or be killed, so fuck the competition. I'm finna be real, I gotta be me; I say, I; Just let a nigga live. Real recognize real, fuck your recognition; It's kill or be killed, so fuck the competition. I'm finna be real, I gotta be me; I say I wanna be; Just let a nigga live. [Verse 2] You'll couldn't fathom; I'm spitting Phantom. I got height like I'm spliffing ladders; They stay low like batteries missing acid. Remain drained then anchored. And I'm on a mission, Without a pistol; Still spitting missiles. Living is hard; To live it, we can; But dying we must. It's up and down like pistons; And it goes on and on as long as the clock keep ticking. And I thank God, for the studio; The mic and the speakers; This pc, even with the viruses it's keeping. My folder got a secret; 3 tapes, 1 released though. My niggas play a huge role; Like Steve Biko for the people. We doing good, killing all the evil, de Neros; Finally pushing something legal, Something I got a belief in; And if you don't believe me; I can still deliver lethal; Ether, lyrical genius. Darklisted make it easier; He be a senior, Call him seniór; When he get back from the Euro tour. No fronting, My niggas want this, Chasing frontier; Heights and living largest; Every night sipping lagers; Our plates be larger. [Chorus] I keep on rapping, since I was a kid; You know, a lil atom; But now I'm big, About as a nuclear bomb. About to nuke shit dawg; Behold, with these flows; I'ma let the truth be told. Real recognize real, fuck your recognition; It's kill or be killed, so fuck the competition. I'm finna be real, I gotta be me; I say, I wanna be Just let a nigga live. Real recognize real, fuck your recognition; It's kill or be killed, so fuck the competition. I'm finna be real, I gotta be me; I wanna be; Just let a nigga live. [Outro] And I'ma carry on spitting just lava; With, very much love for; Hip Hop as a culture, and not a genre. And they been rapping awkward; 2Chains, T-Pains; Trinidad James, it's awful. And I'ma carry on spitting just lava; With, very much love for; Hip Hop as a culture, and not a genre; I ain't even saying that shit again, Ain't mentioning 'em. ... Don't front.

3) thanQ Momz Prod. By Jazz Catz SA Everyday nowadays is a day of resuming, Instead of refusing to learn from, Yesterdays confusion. I thank you Moms, You been a crucial ingredient; As well as the Bakery experience, Raising something genius. It's evident, I'm moving mountains Everest, Only 21 I'm in my element. This shit go deep beyond appearances; In public it's apparent, I'm coming from a good home with good people for parents. So even when I start getting International status, I'm still running your errands. And as a kid growing up, I wouldn't understand your tactics. 'Cause you wouldn't get me this and that whenever I would ask for it. I was blasphemous, Young and crude; Very rude; Did all I could to be cool, Then finally I finished school. Now it's me against Varsity, And let me tell you what you what I'm 'bout to do; To make you proud, I swear that's what I'ma do. I say that twice to emphasize; There ain't no lie between you and I. You give the, maddest advice. You cook a storm in the house. Your beauty's more in your smile, You know you got two sons, To get you too proud. Sorry Momma though, I been soaring; All of my friends are florists; The concrete jungle got me touring; I'm flourishing. And for the top I be scoring; I need to catch a breather. Jazz Cats produce it; This rap jazz be fusing; With this mad cat's sense of music. This is a Pillowcases & Duvet Covers exclusive; Mixtape for free, mother excluded. She ain't even sold separately, Nothing could separate me, From my mother and still, Even when the doctor cut umbilical cord on the day I was born; You and I still; Face a relationship without a divorce. [Bridge] Rock solid. Nobody could dissolve it; My love for you is Godly. You got me, Yeah, you got me. You got me, Yeah, you got me. Rock solid. Nobody could dissolve it; My love for you is Godly. You got me, Yeah, you got me. You got me, Yeah, you got me.

4) '92 Baby See, it's the BKRY. The Bakery Alumni. Yo where you at, Where you at? In the booth right now, About to kill something. Hahaha [Verse 1] I think it's 'bout time I asked: Why do I need materials? I'm unique, I'm different; I'm me; I'm never bent; With knees, I stand a chance. All I need is water and; Oxygen is element. No need for Eminem; It's really jus eminent; That I'm me, and represent; Entire scenes; Where O-Gees; Get pleased by poetry. And eased by old beats. Drinking O-jay, And all day, Blowing on trees. This is when it gets clear; And pearly; With near god skill this young; And early; My rap game sure to make; Birdman resemble poultry. Got bars hard as prison bars; From foundry; For all foreign country; I'm jumping over boundary; Like 4 rings, I'm outty. My freestyle is neat now; On a beat how I'm easing; Then steady get to beasting. Soon enough, I'm releasing; This very Summer season. [Verse 2] I been through all o' the real; That make reality, real. This reality be hell; Sumn' making me rebel; Against my own self. Trouble and I, seem to gel, So I be smoking on these elles; Now I'm levitating well. Balancing gravitational forces; With a medicated spell. Filled with smells from; Animated plants. Now I'm educating (w)raps; Inserting 'em greens, Then I'm ready for the matches. See, I'm heated up with passion ; Defeating every cat that; Against me, wanna battle. I'm from the concrete jungle; SA's, big apple. Ain't even been to Sandton, I should write a note to Santa. Before I write a song that NASA; Will take to outer-planets. O-N-E, underscore; D-E-R; And I'm not from this planet; Check how I spits a bar so platinum, Way over golden standard; I'm gonna be a maverick. Oh, one day, it's so gon' happen; The good Lord's in action. Since 1992, 'til Forever ... Infinity. [Mini Verse] I'm so full of myself, My whole soul feels trapped inside of my body; I know God, no limits and I'm known for beats that I turn into Cold bodies; A lotta heat surrounds me; I'm feeling like a muffin in an oven; My music make the jukebox, Juice bucks, out your wallet. I been high enough to pilot; This spaceship I'm designing High and flying, Emotions dying. How I got backstabbers diving, Tryna divide me, See, I'm finna stay multiplying. I'm so full of myself, My whole soul feels trapped inside of my body; I know God, no limits and I'm known for beats that I turn into Cold bodies; A lotta heat surrounds me; I'm feeling like a muffin in an oven; My music make the jukebox, Juice bucks, out your wallet. I been high enough to pilot; This spaceship I'm designing High and flying, Emotions dying. How I got backstabbers diving, Tryna divide me, See, I'm finna stay multiplying. So FullOfMyself I say a verse twice.

5) Pillowcases & Duvet Covers Ft. Nonhlanhla [Intro: Nonhlanhla] Something … (echo) (Giggles) … (echo) Duvet Covers … (echo) [Chorus] Pillowcases and, Duvet covers. (X4) Lately, you been on my mind - my mind; I'm finding it hard to get outta my bed. With your cologne, on my: Pillowcases and, Duvet covers. (X2) [Verse 1: One_Der] Things been happening a bit too fast; And I'd hoped we'd last; I really thought we had a chance. We was full of life, 9 lives like a cat; And you had me on cloud 9, Whenever you would laugh; And that was everytime we were together. Then we would talk about Forever and such; 'Cause I be writing these songs; Thinking that Forever will last; Forever with us. But it's for the better we must; Let go and let God. Shiiit, we might need to break up; It only settles in now. Pillowcases and Duvet Covers, You used to say: "I love you" a lot; And I loved you a lot; And that would hit the spot, Like good pot. Then we would bubble and pop; And then cuddle for long. We'd have fun fighting over tracks, That we'd bump while we baps. It's kinda hard being soft; 'Cause soft is something I'm not. It's even harder being strong, Or pretending that I moved on. I thought I had control; But 4 months later on; You busy turning me on; And this situation got, Me turning a bit off. I've found myself feeling a bit lost, I only think about you and God; I fear I might be punching a rock; Yet, I swear I'm mighty in love. See, I may be coming in a bit too strong; I maybe even have forgotten who was wrong; See how this time heals all? You say you miss me but you never call; Ignorance is bliss and hey girl, we young; We may jus' become good friends in the long run: But for now it's better that you never call. And I gotta be honest, You were someone that was honored. Together we were solid, But then your love became illusion. You see, your smile became illusive, Your trust I may be losing. But then I ain't the loser, When you busy acting loosely. [Outro: Nonhlanhla] [Chorus] Pillowcases and, Duvet covers. (Until end of song)

6) Mo' Money [Verse 1] I don't mean to go hard; But Pillowcases and Duvet Covers; Got me going raw. Towards all of you'll; Broads that I have had bonds; And now I'm android; In my chest, is a damn void. With lines now, all I can draw; Guns drawn; Headshots; Aimed for; Mona Lisa and becoming victor. Money get me richer; Funny how when chics then; Reach in to gain enrichment. Fuck, like my name is Richard. You best to get this picture; This the part of the joint, That niggas gotta listen. I got M.O.B strictness; H.O.V sickness; And Coming soon, for 50bux; Sprinkler Systems. [Chorus] I'm on a cream hustle, everyday I get it on; Plus money talks and bullshit walks the marathon. Gimme a leg son', and I'ma have to take a arm, 'Cause money talks and bullshit walks the marathon. (X2) [Verse 2] See I do mines mad serious. And niggas still'a be asking; What makes this nigga magic? One_Der making it too natural; Beats gotta be tragic; Got raps burning an acid. When I'm on the mic, imagine; Pac'n Biggy'n Nas'n; Jiggering standards. See, you need to understand this; Then money-getting be rapid; I swear I'm selling salad; Everybody wants to have this; For a habit. At that I stay agile, I never be a menican; Remain lyrical mechanic. As I chew beats with mandible; I'm a true beast, I'm animal. Money, Mozzarella Cheese; And faces Mandela; I face down, so I face up; To the face of the Creator. Let's face facts, I'm honest. [Chorus] I'm on a cream hustle, everyday I get it on; Plus money talks and bullshit walks the marathon. Gimme a leg son', and I'ma have to take a arm, 'Cause money talks and bullshit walks the marathon. (X2) [Mini Verse] My nigga name be Kattz; My nigga aim be cash. He know the game need strength; He see that fame be less. That's why we came in first, With Bad News and worse. These bitches couldn't kill our vibe; We cancerous. Marijuana couldn't cancel us; No matter how loud it is; Ain't loud enough; Turn up the decibels; Turn up the decimals; 'Til it's detrimal. [Chorus] I'm on a cream hustle, everyday I get it on; Plus money talks and bullshit walks the marathon. Gimme a leg son', and I'ma have to take a arm, 'Cause money talks and bullshit walks the marathon. (X2)

7) Fortune Fortress Skit from Lord of War - Nicholas Cage [Verse 1] Ayt, ayt; Yo. I'm something like smoke; I rises up. I drop the hottest line and make you think my style isn't underground. I'm highly bright. I'm finna get Dr. Dre come down to Africa, 'Cause it's hard for a nikka like me, To get to America. I got no VISA and no passport yet, But my raps foreign. Connecting people, Forming, Fortune, Got entire empires, Falling. They forging, Forcing my people outta focus, They misleading us with miscalculations and misdirection to misfortune. [Chorus] Tell 'em to come down here, Where the ground near, Let's get grounded. We be breaking new grounds here, Reaching frontier, Breaking bread with my nikkas at the Bakery. This shit is homebred This shit is homebred and it's well prepared. Bakery living, hell yeah!! We ain't scared, You won't forget, This here, is what we've come to serve; It's what you deserve. This is desert. Tell 'em to come down here, Where the ground near, Let's get grounded. We be breaking new grounds here, Reaching frontier, Breaking bread with my nikkas at the Bakery. This shit is homebred, We belong here. [Verse 2] And at the top, we belong there; Whether exponents or apostrophe, We will all give, Whatever it takes to be launching. 'Til living largest, Every night sipping lagers, Our plates be larger. Get awarded and the rewarded. Bet then we gotta watch it; Sickness so ill, We in hospital wards, Guarded by wardens, 'Til we dearly departed into Heavenly apartment. I'm on the highest department, And my skill is flying over it, So I thank Skate and Skech for recording.

8) Making Moves [Intro] Yo once again, Coming through, making it. Yo, in it to win it. 'Bout to leave you looking like a victim. Shit, shiiit; Skate about to start this shit up. One_Der FullofMyself [Chorus] I be steady making moves; Yeah, I be really steady making moves; I be steady making News; Yeah, I be really steady making News. I be steady making moves; Steady making news. Yeah, I be steady making moves. Really making News; Everytime I'm making moves; You gots to understand, he's bringing you the real news. [Verse 1] Pillowcases and Duvet Covers get you moved; I couldn't refuse, I'm still'a tat confused. Where's this life headed to? I was jus' a kid with dreadlocks; And every girl I hit on, would go on; To hit on, another idiot; Yeah I been cheated on; I'm pissed off. That's when I Could Be Wrapping, Now I guess I should be travelling; But will I be a maverick, or will I be average? 20 questions I'm asking, Many lessons I'm catching; Only God make it happen. I'm tryna reach a planet; Reaching sales of platinum; Skill is well planted; With home-grown standards. 016, the Capital; Of Lyricists and Rappers; I'm throwing you an anthem; Don't be leaving me hanging; Download a free tape, You know what's happening; I got them bars handled, man, Really want you'll to digg me like a cold Amstel; Jus' as I am still; Jus' as I am still. [Chorus] I be steady making moves; Yeah, I be really steady making moves; I be steady making News; Yeah, I be really steady making News. I be steady making moves; Steady making news. Yeah, I be steady making moves. Really making News; Everytime I'm making moves. [Verse 2] Pillowcases and Duvet Covers, stay in a loop; Shout Out to Freddie Joachim, on the interlude; But before that, I got someone special to introduce; I call her my vocalist so her boys don't get to snoop; Nonhlanhla, baby boo; With a voice as wonderful, as she look; I'd say her beauty's full of youth; But then to me, you could easily say: One_Der She's full of you. I told her and Phindy that I'd run the photoshoot; Without a proper booth; And some lighting too; I didn't even know they needed a make-up artist, dude; We did some make-shift shit; Then chose an album art from them pics, We shot up at one of my Mom's cribs: Nozi's Guesthouse for specifics. I'm really making moves; Nowadays got radio interviews; Black Nation TV got me shaking hands with Producers; Thanx to Flex, many peeps I'm introduced; Plenty faces be new; And already I'm a part of the crew; My 011 circle jus' grew; But I can't wait to get home with nothing left to do, Then I'ma stay in bed all day with you; Listening to all these tunes. [Chorus] I be steady making moves; Yeah, I be really steady making moves; I be steady making News; Yeah, I be really steady making News. I be steady making moves; Steady making news. Yeah, I be steady making moves. Really making News; Everytime I'm making moves; You gots to understand, he's bringing you the real news.

9) And If You Don't Nod Yo, yo yo ... Ahh, yo yo yo; Yo yo. Play around with that shit Skate, Let's do something nice right here. They saying this is Pillowcases & Duvet Covers man. Yo, yo, yo yo yo. [Verse 1] Tell me of flows that be known to ignite the show; I spit info, well yeah; and U.A.E.N.O; Skill is thorough too ahead when it's from the dome; I move all-over, manoeuvre global; On any track, I'm loco. I'm locomotive; Moving the locals; Check at the logo; Bakery Academy, the dojo, Competition is internal, so we solo; We headed so North; See, on expos we be show-offs. Then soon we be known of; It be good to be renowned for; Tight tracks and timeless songs; Play me on vinyl; Djay, you best to best to, rewind it; Jus' to remind 'em; My confidence is heightened; So audience is minor; And competition is minus; Silly rapper, whack lyrical snatcher, in other words, a biter. I'm killing 'em the fastest, then money getting after. Straight up, yeah, then money getting after. [Chorus x2] And if you don't nod your head (some shit is gone pop) And if you don't nod your head (your shit is gone stop) And if you don't nod you head (my shit is gone drop) And if you don't nod, you best to get the fuck out. [Verse 2] I shit enough in napkin; To shit with mouth; When rapping. I'm sick enough with passion; Than sick and tired of rapping. So audience been listening; Since I been spliffing mad shit. It's magic. Highlight of my tactic; Rolling joints got my playlist looking frantic; Killing 4 joints all alone, so tragic; Rolling more joints on a roll, in a panic; Blowing on bongs, and blunts so titanic. Eyelids wanna touch, so I'm Asian; For 5years long, 5 blunts in rotation; Since 1992 I been God damn, amazing; It's 2013 now, on beats I be praying, Whack emcees I keep preying; Top Dogs, entertaining; I got my abs and my soul, About to take on satan; I'm Godly created; Lucifer get cremated; Pillowcases and Duvet Covers; While I'm kicking satan in his anus. [Chorus x2] And if you don't nod your head (some shit is gone pop) And if you don't nod your head (your shit is gone stop) And if you don't nod you head (my shit is gone drop) And if you don't nod, you best to get the fuck out. [Verse 3] I don't know who you be; And I don't know who you team; All I know is that I see; M-I-C, in the scene; So you best to take a seat; Then listen to what I, speak. It's O-N-E, he put your ears on ease; Maybe as well as your girl on knees; 'Cause life is a bitch, man, And the girl's got needs. Many of my ex-girls be cheaters; And many I done cheated; It's funny I'm admitting; Guess I'm past taking it serious; See I've even built bridges; And now I'm finished. So I might as well burn bridges; As well as these swishers; 'Cause I used to get delirious; Writing books and poetry, on a regular; About faces familiar; The Amelias, Ziphoras; And the list don't stop. Man, the list carry on. Fuck, I hope this beat finish, 'Cause man, the list don't stop. [Chorus x2] And if you don't nod your head (some shit is gone pop) And if you don't nod your head (your shit is gone stop) And if you don't nod you head (my shit is gone drop) And if you don't nod, you best to get the fuck out. It's O-N-E, he put your ears on ease; Maybe as well as your girl on knees; 'Cause life is a bitch, man, And the girl's got needs.

10) XES Song [Verse 1] I'm finna tell you something, I'm finna hear you say sweet nothings, Until we start humping, Bumping, Through the night blood pumping. Let me stick my rumble in your jungle. I'll be animal, and half man gentle; Provide mad sessions, Affection. I'll show you how to sense it, Assess it's attendance, Ascending, Whenever I insert it. Addressed only when undressing, And caressing your every curve and butt-cheek. From my D, to your P; It's really nice to meet; It's really good to see you in person; Now I get to put the pussy to the face, Can't forget the name; That's the game. Now let me set it straight, No acting strange, We probably go cray!! I cut the cake, I pop the champagne, You make it rain, We here to celebrate. [Chorus] We young, We fresh, And we blessed to be, Entirely in front seat. Living life, how we love it to be; Just you and I, It's do or die. So will you ride with me? [Verse 2] Let's do something outrageous, You make a nikka feel so courageous and insane at the same time, Simultaneous. I think it's sweeeeet, How you doing that with so much ease(ee's). Please, don't even speak; Let me say something cheesy; Touch me, Hold me; Hug me; Sink your manicured nails in my skin when you squeeze me. Then release me; This feeling is like passion in motion; The moment it passes, You motionless. Nonetheless, let's get focused; Legs open, And I'ma get going. [Chorus X2] We young, We fresh, And we blessed to be, Entirely in front seat. Living life, how we love it to be; Just you and I, It's do or die. So will you ride with me? [Verse 3] You ain't gotta force it, You should try flaunting; You lighting up the whole room like fluorescent. In all senses, You make a nikka seem rather senseless. Do I even stand a chance 'cause you flawless? Your eyes, mine hold 'em; You catching my eye with a skin tone golden. Lord!! This girl, she be glowing; Something about her seems global; Her hair ain't local, But her ass hella social. It's the talk of the town and I'ma finna hold it. Yo, can't even say something no more; She got me - speechless (fades) … Producer's Solo [Chorus] We young, We fresh, And we blessed to be, Entirely in front seat. Living life, how we love it to be; Just you and I, It's do or die. So will you ride with me?

11) Laugh Love and Live Prod. By Freddie Joachim Yo, something beautiful, for the old souls. We should just get into it and do this, yeah. Soulful. [Chorus] Pillowcases and Duvet Covers For the young lovers, The life livers; That gone laugh longest; We just laugh love and Live, Laugh love and Live. We just laugh love and Live, Laugh love and Live. Pillowcases and Duvet Covers For the young lovers, The life livers; That gone laugh longest; We jus laugh love and Live, Laugh love and Live. We jus', laugh love and Live, Laugh love and Live. [Verse 1] Yo, first up, I'm really moving on. It's sunny nowadays, everybody love me; I got a new girl thought that you should know; I know this whole time you been holding on. Funny that you should call, You should crack another joke; Yeah, I was rude and all; But you never loved a folk. So I let you reap what you sow. And even though bands make her dance; One_Der made her laugh; So I stood a chance, That's how we got to romance. We got together; then together; We got, to hold hands. For long lengths. My love for you was poem to poet; And I don't get your process; You protest against your own progress; Who you be fooling? I'm tryna live my life, on level fully; Never ever love a foolish; But I'ma still fall madly in love; All over again so foolish; I'll stop the fooling around; Okay, maybe jus' reduce it; Fuck a Cupid; That arrow make a grown man act stupid. Why would as young as I am, try to use it; The only time I would probably be; When a crowd fall in love with my music; O-N-E, Underscore, D-E-R; Here he be; Shooting straight for the TOP; Whoever the hero be; I'm rescuing H-I-P H-O-P; Spit is HIV; Rapping all around greenery; And envy, even the jealousy; Jus' like OCB; While I'm laughing so hyena; Flow is dope, cocaina; 'Cause a scene, so Katrina. I'm so in love with the living; I'm giving love and I've been given mines; Soon I be leaving; Reaching destinations I've only been dreaming; I'ma be outchea touring; On stages performing; In ciphers pouring; More in; More bars than tavern and gold is. Finally flourishing. I'm finally flourishing; See, I'm past the wishing; Got Pastor intuition; I'm passing swishers; To the black lip bastards I'm with and; TNTs, on a mission; The dream-team stay winning. I tell you right now, it's a hittin' Even if the rhymes ain't finished. I'll never diminish; Never ever, reaching the limits.

12) On & On Ayt Last Chapt, Thank you. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. I won't settle in this settlement for reasons sentimental; My sentences are cement … Yeah, yo. [Verse 1] My people, they need this. My pupils can see it, We pupils to teachings, Received above ceilings, From Heavenly regions; Where Jesus be seated. Easy, believe me like bibles you reading; My scripts are the secrets; Secreted in scriptures of these Sprinkler Systems, Irrigating the peace in my land. This little piece of land; Where I've landed in one piece; Is the land of my peace. And when I rest, Let it be. But first let me wrestle these beats; Wreck rhymes and defeat; Any challenger on scene. I'm on top how they can't see; Rising with the Sun; God's raising from above; Thank God, I'm the one; Yet still, I ain't done. 'Til my flow resembles damn floods, Letting water overrun; You couldn't run or hide. My spit make it shine; I spit never dry; I split spit and still I'd make you drown. [Verse 2] And when my time comes, Check the outcome. Everybody fucking watch, Thinking that's how time comes. First I'll make my come up; My funds will then sum up; Bitches start to suck up; And quit being stuck up. And that's where I'ma fuck up; But I'm certain I'ma rise up, Above these horizons; Like Sun does, 'Til sundown. Even before I think about such; My music gotta mean much; And not just, please funds, But rather just ease hearts, Through unique arts, Of vocals; Carrying lyricals, With rhythmic speeches at needed parts . This is not for the fake pop star, The imposter; Your wannabe rock stars. I'm in this to be fossil. My whole life revolves around being involved; Touching hearts without the sense of touch. I'm tryna keep this movement strong; I'm finna light this bong, And play this song; On and on, And on and on

13) Victory Prod. By Skate Yo, so we show these people right here, err, How we win this shit. Check this shit. [Verse 1] Since the vision; That I have envisioned; I could be wrapping different; Adding some difference. I should be switching from wishing, To accomplishing missions. It's really vivid, I can see it. My mind can paint the image, But my heart will only do it; If my spirit seems willing. I got no limits; See how my heartbeat races per minute? My hearts got a mind of it's own; So I focus it on my business. Looking forward and I'm steady reaching closer; Moving towards goals in a moment; So listen, 'cause I won't forfeit; I don't force it. I spit shit that hits; To put a beat; And a body in a black bag; Close the casket, Still bring beatings long after funeral. I'm deep in a well-being; Compared to other beings. I'm tryna be beyond human being; Some celestial shit; While the rest stay asterisk. [Chorus: Erykah Badu] What am, I talking 'bout? Everybody know what this song's about. They be trying hide the history, But they know who we are. Do you want to see, Everybody rise to victory? Raise your hands high if you agree. [Verse 2] Back at me, The microphone's backing me; And if you backstabbing and don't believe in me; You best to take a backseat; And back up for the world to see, How I never let my background, Allow me to back down. I'm back now, 'Bout to make the people that got my back proud. Halla back Vaal! I got my back against the wall, Tryna get my back off these ropes, Just to put the 016 back up. Even my speech is backed up; My backbone stays straight up; Through days that I gotta bend over backwards. Why can't I backstroke through life and kick back? Facing challenges that need me to fold up a fist; And a Bruce Lee, back kick. I'm not a bad kid! I just ain't good enough to get my innocence back. And all these doobies keep giving a nikka black lips, And my black skin, Tells me how easy of a black lip bastard, I can be. Bleksem!! [Chorus: Erykah Badu] What am, I talking 'bout? Everybody know what this song's about. They be trying hide the history, But they know who we are. Do you want to see, Everybody rise to victory? Raise your hands high if you agree.