Jumping From Tree To Tree
Like The Urban Monkey
I’ve Always Meant To Be
I’m Gliding Over The City

Lately, Nightly
Till The Sun Comes Up

Met My Favourite Pornstar
Down The Champs Elysees
While I Was Riding Aimlessly
Freewheeling
Can You Keep A Secret?
Keep The Balance, Set The Pace?
Take It Easy,
Make It Easy On Yourself
You Lucky Little Boy

Dancing Through The Night
When The Clocks Stop Ticking
Stilettoes Are Burning
All Over The City

When The Clocks Stop Ticking
Tomorrow Is Dying

Jumping From Tree To Tree
Like The Urban Monkey
I’ve Always Meant To Be
I’m Gliding Over The City

Daily, Nightly
Till The Sun Comes Up
Met My Favourite Pornstar
Down The Champs Elysees
While I Was Riding Aimlessly
Freewheeling

Can You Keep A Secret?
Keep The Balance, Set The Pace?
Take It Easy,
Make It Easy On Yourself
You Lucky Little Boy
Dancing Through The Night

When The Clocks Stop Ticking
Stilettos Are Burning

All Over The City

L'estate e qui, ma tu sei scuro.
Parigi e sotto la pioggia, e io ti cerco.

Senza te, sono come un straniero.

Nelle strade della cita.
Viene con me, attraversare il tunnel del monte bianco.

Mi amore, quale fai, dove vai.

Viene con mea a ritrovare il cello azzuro, mi amore, quale fai.

L'estate e qui, ma tu sei scuro.
Parigi e sotto la pioggia, e io ti cerco.

Il traffico che corre, la mente mia che scorre.

Io penso a te mi amore, dove andiamo.

L'estate e qui, ma tu sei scuro.
Parigi e sotto la pioggia, e io ti cerco.

Tutto va bene quando facciamo l'amore
Tutto va bene quando facciamo l'amore

Tutto va bene tutto va bene...

I’m on that other
No other with a flow like him
Poisonous style, that’s the reason they don’t bite him
No Titan
I’m more like a Lyken writing
Strive em like triton my spider sense are quiet enticing
When I’m in the booth it’s curtains
When I’m in the streets, its love
I’m simply doing what I do
Giving the people what they want
So eclectic
Esoteric
Shock them like my soul is electric
The west coast cherish my expertise
This sound is astounding, got them bouncing like trampolines
Tell me who aint feeling me
I show you a hater
It’s either that or I’m the type of artist they afraid of
Yo momma warned ya about those monsters under the bed
Now I’m here
This time we come in peace and that’s to reverse your fear
Serious as the DoGod
Original son of the Sun
I’m shinning bright in yo lives
And since I’m in the image of it, leave them like oh my god

I’m tryin find something to feel
But I can’t relate cuz I’m real
It’s what the people been waiting for
I couldn’t make them wait no more

I grind seven circles round them until they dizzy
By the way my project sell
Ya’ll can tell I’ve been getting busy
It’s time to separate the artist from crooks
Speaking of truths that can’t be found within the ink of a book
You only intelligent artificially, we for real
I’m way to ill with skill and I be writing songs they can feel
I saw the format and said F it
I’m working for self
Never let another provide your definition for wealth
This is deeper than rap
We teaching life lessons
Mathematic habits, addicts for progress
Putting the paper in proper context…

The older new, the newer the older
Don’t really matter
We toast to the truth
Live and breathing, DOB from the Beach though
I’m planting seeds to eventually see all my trees grow
And for I let you out of school
I need to know you found the tools
To build your pyramid, word to my brotha Howard Hughes
LOTLA

I had to give it to them raw
Ya’ll making my city look bad
With yo basic a** flow
You gang banging
That’s old
Where your bars at?
Gotta check your car fax
You ain’t official with this rap shit
Because if it ain’t jewels, clothes or ratchets
You lost
I was born and breed for this
You can tell I’m a specialist?
With this microphone excellence
Pessimistic got my blessedness
Your hood stripes don’t qualify you to represent this
Aint the land of the zebras
More like
Shock the achievers
No, this is not the arena for your ego and pride
We pry open hearts to see if any eagles inside…

I got this juice
With orange…in the booth
Man all of you rapper boof
And until you prove otherwise
Just give credit where it is due
Many have tried and failed
They still aint F’in with Lou
Ducking the truth like Catholic priest
Lyrically I show cyphers what a disaster be
It’s a masterpiece.

Truth be told this rap game is mundane
as public education, where they dumb the babies,

and the teachers play around, with the future of a god forsaken nation
I know, don’t nobody wanna hear about that,
they rather I close a book and take it back to the trap
I know I’m playin with danger, got me feelin like baby Jesus in the manger
so I make bangers to get them devils up off me
kill em slow, mastered my craft this life fell like I done lived it before
so how i end up at the liquor store again
playin with temptation and it always win in the end
then i end up thinking about the women i players and shoulda did better
its a cold world when karma come around, now I’m mobbing the streets in this weather with a thin sweaterHow you feel about it/ how you feel about her
Gotta let her know 2xI promise I’m in tune, ya’ll the ones trippin
I drop jewel for the goons and the ones living
addicted to that silver spoon out there in the suburbs
where the grass is always green, not the lawn the herb
the ones who realize silence is consent
and honest bout the politics within
the land of the free been thuggin
how u think they at the top
and every pastor got himself a BenzWhere the passion where the struggle where yo story at
where to hustle where yo grind where yo money at?
did u pay dues or did ya let ya self get used for propaganda to guarantee u don’t lose
so many questions, not enough time to answer
is it really a choice tween broke and buying a phantom
not for the kids in the ghetto
down the street from the kids learning cello
wondering where what they eat tonight
too many syrup sandwiches ya’ll think and why they aint thinking right.