| Fuck ‘em all, getting life for my felonies | 
| Kicking rhymes in the max A, lyrics get my tier threes | 
| Contracts on me, dead some want me | 
| They can’t kill me, but, still, they hunt me, spirits | 
| Dance around my bed. | 
| Some protect me, some haunt me | 
| Voices in my head, they don’t stop talking | 
| A new to time travel, through dreams I’m walking | 
| I kill telepathically, foes I’m stalking | 
| Speak in native tongue, interpretation awkwardly | 
| Although the eagle’s bald, America is hawking me | 
| Many are called, but few are chosen | 
| Plenty have fell, but few have risen | 
| Been through wars, and, still, I’m breathing | 
| Incarcerated for a while, but now out of prison | 
| The police on pay just to watch me, but jealous | 
| Motherfuckers do this shit for free—so much hate around me | 
| Move forward, change life, game tight, travel | 
| Speeds of light. | 
| We got keys to release the trife | 
| Through speech, we relieve the strife, send these | 
| Kites more precious than ice. | 
| You gonna hear us though | 
| Ride your dreams out, the new way of traveling | 
| Despite all the rough terrain, sailing like a javelin | 
| At night, he composes like Mozart | 
| Same time, warrior fighting with a broke heart | 
| I’ll put that on my soul. | 
| May your soul forever live in Hell | 
| For mercy so pure. | 
| You’re forgiven—just forgive yourself | 
| Wonder, «Can we handle this?» | 
| Jesus Christ Nazareth | 
| M.I.C. | 
| scientist—watch how we dismantle death | 
| This the wake up. | 
| Step back, take a good look | 
| A higher learning that’s way beyond a good book | 
| Certain youngsters, it’s a shame how motion, styles are stolen | 
| If my man ain’t walking right now, I ain’t either—how we rolling? | 
| (How we rolling?) On the crack of Kurious, chief and captain | 
| GM Grimm general. | 
| This is real, there’s no acting | 
| Without no alibi, bugging off this natural high | 
| What is true from the heart enough to make a statue cry | 
| Move forward, change life, game tight, travel | 
| Speeds of light. | 
| We got keys to release the trife | 
| Through speech, we relieve the strife, send these | 
| Kites more precious than ice. | 
| You gonna hear us though | 
| 400 years, built tombs with Egyptians | 
| Engraved my inscriptions, encoded encryptions | 
| My diction’s prolific while yours is prosaic | 
| I’ll smash your tablet, built the mosaic | 
| Wrote half my rhymes in ancient Aramaics | 
| So only the highest scholars could catch it when it say it. | 
| Other | 
| Half ancient Sanskrit—fuck, could they stand it? | 
| Fifty-two cans hit, destroy your mass transit | 
| The ink bandit back from Samuel Underberg | 
| Supermarket purple diluted with the Thunderbirds | 
| Straining through the felt, it penetrates the membranes | 
| Spit it, leave a phlegm stain, slanging on your M Train | 
| Traveling | 
| Move forward, change life, game tight, travel | 
| Speeds of light. | 
| We got keys to release the trife | 
| Through speech, we relieve the strife, send these | 
| Kites more precious than ice. | 
| You gonna hear us though | 
| «Traveling through the mind. | 
| One time» — Sample from Nas on Large Professor ft. | 
| Nas — «One Plus One» (x4) |