REBEL (x4) Full name translate Warrior Born on a Friday, flow like I'm over ya No I'm not dead, you can call the coroner Got a lot a friends that were workin' the corner Now they comin' a, nine months later is comin' a Son and daughter from a shorty that's so humina Telling me to slow my run enough Like Usain Bolt, you saying I'm coming up? I'm running a, couple lines border phenomena Cross the borderline so I'm California A Rebel Without A Cause, a treble without a pause Bass deface the face off like Cage and Travolta The turning point, poets call it a volta I'm Breaking Bad, so I'm feeling like Walter I'm married to the music so when I approach the altar Anybody else grooming themself will falter I never fuck up, I only do a touch up A brush up, divorce far away like Russia Y'all better ketchup to my mustard Grey Poupon what I keep up in the cupboard No futon no one sleeping on this brother Mother, father, sister, I am the on the cover Going undercover when everybody discover That I am burning the rubber on a rebel... level... REBEL (x4) Me, myself, and I in a room full of dreams Fashion out the music with the lyrics so it seams Understand my slang? This is incredible jeans Rollin' up my sleeves while cooking up themes Inevitable, food for thought, this is edible Make an edimame take me out to Tokyo Japanese denim, feeling like a felon Stealing her heart while playing with her melon Sharp as a samurai sword, we're making out Making marks with my samurai sword, I'm cutting out Meaning that we breaking up, I'm feeling like a motherfuck I blame my exes for fuckin' up, I'm going nuts Nope! I'm growing up, holding out for nothing much I toughen up, gut six and my muscle up Built up like a muscle car muffler Never muffle much I'm fresh when I'm puffing up My chopper rolling so I'm going Harley Davidson I'm going off the edge, nobody be saving him The old ladies like, "Mmm mmm mmm Kind of sad that he beat us to the bottom of the tomb." Live young and leave a beautiful corpse Of course this is James Dean on a musical course Going undercover when everybody discover That I am burning the rubber on a rebel... level... REBEL (x4)

Headshots I rap picturesque Instagram on my intellect Flow that Kodak infinite I hold that pose I froze the Internet Trojan horse I'm F'n it I'm the shit but you can't really step in it my Size 12s so Jordanesque Follow my lead subordinates Believe and succeed is the motto which Get the girl in the car that's a model whip Which is all that I see when the camera lit Through the lens of my eye in the rhyme I spit... Shit... thousand words Picture worth I freestyle the verbs Autoflash when I autograph If you oughta rap you are here to serve ...come the king, Potluck, what you come to bring? You got luck, well you got fucked Cause I got skill, now that's what's up NODAmusic what's going down You better know the music's that's going 'round He produce and he rap he the best in town Best in the world, CM Punk now Posterize when I flee I dunk I make runs I make funds as I run a mock Shout out to Drizzy we are Canucks We gets bizzy we nuts got the game corrupt No politeness, no stereotype shit Our stereo type is to own the mics-es Photoshop they wanna flip me up With a headshot till I'm six feet up CHORUS You are now in tuned to the latest and the greatest King Koef... King Koef... Drunk Flow... Drunk Flow... Re-bel... Re-bel... Headshots, my pops, dodge bullets and he ran for it African in a foreign land took one shot now here I am Full name translate warrior, born Piss poor give glory up, torn Between the lord and the devil, Selling keys or playing keys I'm in treble, please 151 for the ease, Honey want me for the birds and the bees Honey gon' sting could've sworn she the queen Leave, me with a glass full of lean, eee.... Headshots, fuck my chest Tequila revealer of why I'm depressed Vodka with Mila was more than a mess First the bee now a bird, I am leaving the nest... Stay fly, I take off I make art like Beecroft California is my pneumonia I'm so sick when I'm rhyming on you So slick like the Hymen on you, uh Hail Mary when I throw the pigskin Thanksgiving when I give the fixins Headshots for all my vixens Stay on Cruise the Impossible Mission R Kelly got the Keys in the Ignition R&B in the Beamer system R&D, female division I record like it's Betty Ford 12 steps till the G4 Now I'm much higher than before If I reminisce I gotta drink some more...hic-up

I... Don't... Give... A... Fuck. What? What? What? They call me Rebel I'm taking hip-hop to a whole other level If you don't like that then stick to boom bap 'Cause I ain't got time to rhyme to dude's tracks, I'm the new Tupac All Eyez On Me when I do rap Me Against the World I opportune that Got your shorty singing high she opera tune that Translation: homie she ain't ever coming back Everybody wanna see me when I plummet Nobody wanna see me at the summit Food for thought that's something you can't stomach But the way I turn it up you gon' have to throw it up But what I have at stake and the way I burn it up Is well done, but so raw, so rare, so yeah I don't give a damn stop floodin' up Build a bridge and get over I don't give a uh HANDS IN THE AIR, IF YOU HAD ENOUGH SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK HANDS IN THE AIR, IF YOU HAD ENOUGH SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK MIDDLE FINGERS IN THE AIR IF YOU HAD IT ROUGH MIDDLE FINGERS IN THE AIR IF YOU HAD ENOUGH MIDDLE FINGERS IN THE AIR IF YOU HAD IT ROUGH MIDDLE FINGERS IN THE AIR I DON'T GIVE A FUCK Queen of the mafia, hey Domino Tell them dudes that ain't moving to vamanos Do you girls know them dudes you wish would overdose? I give 'em one hit, they all comatose Don't mean to brag but my hands like Mayweather When it rains it pours, so they can't play ever Apologies for my whole damn gender Players keep playing women please don't surrender Man hasn't been man since man Adam Sitting in the rose bush, not much to fathom Eve came at 'em, had him at hello Till the, grass was cut and the snake would show Singing Strange Fruit till they had to go Adam had work called Eve a hoe Toiling the field, now we playing the field Now we playing to feel but I ain't playing, for real CHORUS If you judge Kofi by the rap flow You would prolly say he is an asshole So anal, so thorough And the girl go, volcano Eruption, the art of seduction Weapon on the session is a lyrical percussion On discussion, I'm so Justin 20 over 20 the experience is Upton That means it's huge... did he say that? Yeah he say that, homie don't play that Homie don't clown when he pound on a played track Run a train till the racks fill up on the way back Started from the bottom now we here Not from the middle where the money used to dribble There the checks bounce at least from my account Cause here the checks amount, so yeah, come check me out. We out.

Her name is April and she 20 and she known to many Hit it off at a party then took her to Denny's Herbal massage in the back room she stop my rigid My mental pen feeling zen writing stories vivid Her ancestors legendary from the world of Kush Living off the land hand set over the bush I set her off with a flick she perspire Perfume fill the room I switch to a frequent flier Miles away, leaving on the red eye Taking down stacks with force like Jedi Boost for breakfast, for now sip the sizzerp Her father must be Earvin 'cause it's magic how she wiz-erk Time for dessert, sit back and kiss her Tip her, you know what I mean, I'm vibing with her Her sister is her heroine, don't get with her That girl love to rock and you hip-hop mister HIT THE WEED AND HOPE TO GOD I CAN FLY HIGH(x8) Her name is April and she 20 everybody hit it I ain't mad ,that's the way that she roll wit' it Summer songs where she wear Billa Bong You would understand the language if ya turn ya flicker on Sitting in a circle, she love wearing purple What goes around, comes around, karma in herbal She famous in my city when she go and cross the line The cops behind, take the dude, leave him in a bind Parents don't wanna see her grow-op, Peter Pan Kids find her and they Neverland... damn She really dope, can't leave her on another note Another homie bag her up, make a lot dough My money clean, I just understand her scene People having issues like yearly magazines Letters to the editor she fixing all these things Maybe for a second but it's better than nothing CHORUS Her name is April and she 20 and she really famous Michael Phelps took a dive, no Greg Louganis She crossed Bridges when she kicked it with Lebowski You couldn't help The Dude if you tried, Dr. Melphy Snoop took a bite, Murder Was the Case As he took a pipe, like a puff, it went all away Calling Dr. Dre, Chronic on the way Ice Cube seeing her on a Friday With the Entourage, with the Turtle at bay Then the Drama play, she be on a race, Vinny Chase Bars for the Kumars and Harolds on the way To the castle where they beefing with her friend, NPH NPR on the radio Now she like, "Damn! Is that Cheech and Chong playing on the stereo? Is that Super Mario? Let's go on the merry-go." So she goes around again... and then... CHORUS Wanna go for another ride?

Backs against the wall, now our backs against the wind We backing all our talk with action of travellin' Moving on the I-5, grooving through my mind's eye A movie on our lives titled, "Rebel on the Ride" Your arms around my waist as we move through outer space My Orion's Belt, she a diamond in a waste A rough past of women that would try to kill me in our place When I find they mans hiding in our own closet space Usually got my helmet up to, protect my melon cup from Whatever you sellin' but, I see you aren't shelling up you Showing up, showing out, showing off So no doubt, let's roll up, and roll out, and hold out In a house, or hotel, whatever, holds us well As we up, and propel, apparel, that we held Now we melt, into one, like the sun horizon As they come, all together how our day, has begun REBEL ON A RIDE, JUST A GIRL AND A GUY LIVING OUT THEY LIVES, LIKE THEY LIVING OUT TO DIE REBEL ON A RIDE, JUST A GIRL AND A GUY LIVING OUT THEY LIVES LIKE THEY LIVING SUICIDE REBEL ON A RIDE, JUST A GIRL AND A GUY LIVING OUT THEY LIVES, LIKE THEY LIVING OUT TO DIE REBEL ON A RIDE, JUST A GIRL AND A GUY LIVING OUT THEY LIVES LIKE THEY LIVING SUICIDE DIE... Forget the Prada let's just go naked Nevada Whatever happens there stays Vegas if it oughta What's my Alma mater? African Bombata You came out of Georgia so you Ms. Americana Stole you from your father like "Stay away from my daughter." But I don't show no honor you said, "Don't even bother." Dude was a maniac, you left him in a brainy patch Struck out on his wife, so you home run with a baseball bat Mens are hard to trust, and man, I'm hard to bust Got damn I got a dam to withstand any rush But you hit it with your bat, and with time it start to crack Then it rush, now you drowning in the sorrows of a pup I'm trying to be a big dog for a bad bitch But it really is a big hop and a mad switch She trying to be a good girl for a good guy It's a hard turn but we both have a lot of drive CHORUS Now we in Manhattan at Cockpit, got fixed With some bomber jackets from a previous topic Tatted from my chest to my shoulder up Never have to camouflage my feelings I'm a soldier, what! Love is battlefield, watch out for banana peels Never catch me slippin', we dodging what the battle yields Love is my religion, guess you going Christian Dior reppin' In your Sunday dress, holy Moses I am blessed A Rebel With A Cause got the devil with his paws On the laws put in play, so he go and press pause Happens every time, I fast forward he rewind Then stop, when I find, that the girl was never mine Studio in Soho, a letter on the table Her mother wasn't able to escape from father A-hole So she went to save her, I read it in a paper He shot them with a gauger now they on an escalator CHORUS

She took it to the head like Beatrix Kiddle Now I gotta Kill Bill straight down the middle Feeling kinda feel evil like a young Tom Riddle Voldemort when I use my wand on the scribble I'm gonna piece him up, motherfuck Put him in a bag and put him in a truck Put him in a boat then put him in a rush Of water called the ocean, then live it up Pour a little liquor for Ms. Americana First name April, love marijuana Love her like I love my motherland Ghana Comma, listing all the days of drama Momma, please forgive your Obama 'Bout to take my Air Forces to the father Step up to the door and finish what I promised Show my girl honor by showing no honor I KNOW... CAUGHT UP IN THE MIDDLE... DIE JUST A LITTLE... SOMETHING YOU'LL NEVER KNOW... I KNOW... CAUGHT UP IN THE MIDDLE... DIE JUST A LITTLE... SOMETHING YOU'LL NEVER KNOW... Suicide is suicide And he succeed to self-crucify A good thing 'cause I'm a guy good If I go bad then I get Goodfella vibe Michael Corleone when the godfather die Lunatic, you can see the change in tide Rumor is Rebel going for another ride Motorcycle gang: me, myself, and I Learn my lesson watching all these legends Eye on the prize never leave for a second Never gon' leave for a B on the A-train When my A-game is to lead on the food chain If you understand then we be in the same frame Of the same picture that we put up in the mainframe But the back of my brain Still backup memory of my dame CHORUS The past is the past gotta wrap it up quick So I got the present at hand as a gift Don't know my destination But my number's up, no estimation Rolling up the wheels no hesitation No trepidation, the approximation Of the last relation was no relation Mind working too much, it need a vacation Been here before, never gon' come back Run tell dat back from the war Mind games so I switch up on the synapse So my thoughts built much different from before Rebel with a cause for the inspiration Give a lot of people lot of information Go against the grain with the words I'm baking Just my food for thought for the congregation CHORUS

I put it right up to his head now Cupid's dead CUPID'S GONE, CUPID'S DEAD, CUPID'S GONE I (X8) Eros got arrows and I got bullet points He may fly but I stay higher when I make all these joints Got crack in my poems 'cause my rap is dope And going back when I Rome when I make like Roman No man, I ain't ending up like Caesar Sees a Cleopatra seizure Seize his heart in a moment of amnesia Diva wanna have a weekend in Ibiza She's a gold digger looking for a Visa He's a dead man walking overhead Is a quill from a bow so I aim from below The belly of hell yet homie I'm so cold I'm so cold that the winter don't know That the winter is summer when I'm zero below Damn... why she trying to stick him for his paper? So many haters like we playing for the Lakers So many lovers like we made it to the majors So many questions like, "Who is Tiger's maker?" It's a dude in a diaper Make moves like wiper do on a Viper Dodge is a type of... car that you had wifed up Till he screwed your life up Ew, that's a swipe up... You was cool till piper played with your pipe, huh? Put a knife up... uh... Caesar don't see it so Brutus gon' do it Cupid ain't stupid he planned it, so ruthless So I'm on the roof quick, shoot him in the roof quick Bullets beat arrows, truth beat tarots Cupid is dead, Rebel turned hero CHORUS Don't get it wrong, I love my sister I hug my sister, I bug my sister What up, my sister? I hug those pictures When we was in britches and nobody knew what "bitch" is This is the new story Olympus I'm the god of flow and painting pictures I'm the god of song called Apollo And when the goddess gone there's no sorrow Another arrow? That I gotta break in half In the rap that I'm bringing on the track. Fact: love is bullshit Relationship is hate-N-shit when it's no longer potent In my Hermès, god of travel Don't judge me, dodge the gavel Harvey Specter, in the sector And I got a mic that love to hear my life My moves in check, you can call them my Nikes I only disrespect if your mom Aphrodite Zeus can't save you call for the night Hades got a room for you for life Ares ain't nothing, your war of seduction Kill more hearts and souls in production I'll speak in Russian... nyet Universal language, love is a mess No disrespect but I so disconnect Your neck from your other bones, throw you where it's wet Throw you in a chest, Poseidon know what's next Throw you in a whale, hell, I don't give an F Now everybody fresh, nobody looking stressed Nobody losing money, nobody losing rest Nobody gon' cry cause nobody gon' guess That Cupid is dead and I shot him in the head and chest CHORUS

1-2-3 Rebel What? What? What? Come on! ...rrrah! Exes won't you die slow? My eyes show no hydro She went on that Snow White I said goodnight and then Heigh-Ho On my high horse, well of course Can't push the cart before my Porsche Gotta push the art out a like cyborg Half-man, half-amazing, full psycho That crazy walk, plus crazy talk Make crazy money, for crazy Jaq Your frère Jaq, speak Veritas Goddess of truth, I married ya Exes dead I buried ya In the grave of the past in America Of course I divorce on the course of their source I see what you bacon I don't want your pork This that Pablo Jaq flow. Standard or auto The name pretentious, my aim is senseless I maim a sentence with my flow PABLO JAQ FLOW THIS THAT PABLO JAQ FLOW PABLO JAQ FLOW THIS THAT PABLO JAQ FLOW Fuck ya mad at me for? My love was your C4 Blow up in your esophagus And the topic hit from the deep throat Not stressed out, like before I'm on my A game what the hell a B for? Unless we talking killer bee flow I'm the bees knees honey no T4 Can't stop the pain, I bet they run a train You can't feel a thang, go Novocaine When life hurts, I write verse Then I write song, then my love strong For my first: me first Myself and I, my team, CHUCH I don't want no weak bitch That's food for thought, I want deep dish This that Pablo Jaq flow. Standard or auto The name pretentious, my aim is senseless I maim a sentence with my flow PABLO JAQ FLOW THIS THAT PABLO JAQ FLOW PABLO JAQ FLOW THIS THAT PABLO JAQ FLOW Zone out (x16) Roses red, violence too Violets' violins singing out the blues 5-7-5 is a fuckin' Haiku I ain't fuckin' with you 'less your fuckin' IQ High too... ah-choo... Allergic to verses that sound like "ooh" My sonnets emerge, I'm a poet on the move Some Moët down the tube now I'm feelin' the booze Feelin' my shoes? Saint Laurent on a runway Start fresh like we talk about Sunday White dress guess we talk about someday In a galaxy, far far away Renaissance man rep full chivalry Every motherfucking bitch try to come kill me Comme des Garçons to cover my chest Come then pass on I cover her chest (ha) Come to bask on in my fresh Come the Basquiat over my desk Come to watch the man do his best Pablo Jaq flow over now? Yes. 3-2-1 Rebel

KAMEHAMEHA HA... HA... HA-HA KA-ME-HA-ME HA... HA... HA-HA KA-ME-HA-ME Just me and my oldest friend Standing on the rooftop blowin' wind Living out our lows while we getting high The sky is the limit and we take it all in stride Marathon trek to Hollywood We wrote out a spec so we all be good They roll out respect and they wrote out a check And I rode out in something that can hold our fresh You know what? I'm Saiyan. That's a double entendre throw some double pom poms For the king carry on and he running this game When I finish I finna I fit as Usain Insane in the membrane I Rembrant when I rant so I paint something in vain Insane when I'm in brain If life is the Matrix my life is the real thing CHORUS Come the king... Come the king... Come the king!!! My pops dodge bullets, I shouldn't be alive But homie he fought for it, so, I go Forrest, so I run for it, catch me in the forest I'm so natural when I flow from the gullet I go Pulitzer, I'm so Wilde The Importance of Being Earnest is furnished in my style Seated on the throne, repeated in my poems I got a whole lot of crowns and they speaking to my bones Deacon in the pulpit was preaching what is known This is god body I ain't ever going home Goodbye to the pauper, hello to the proper Swimming through heaven till the lord place the stopper I ain't gonna stop sir, every girl posture Your head to my head and make a special offer I'm so awful, I don't give a damn I gave a fly speech now watch it all land CHORUS Come the king... Come the king... Come the king!!! Piano keys I've been pushing since 3 So I play with the majors, I roll with the minors I step up to the plate and I come up with a hit I don't understand how motherfuckers can miss Working on my pitch, I don't throw like my sis I help out myself and I throw out assist Switch, now I'm on my b-ball script Give the ball a roll and it finish with a swish B-boy bouncing all over this Of course on the court I'm an allstar fit And all stars fit in the GQ list And a Rebel turn pedal till driving on the shift That's standard, you understand my wit? I'm so far ahead that I don't even exist This is not fact, matter of fact this is myth The story of legend, King Kofi the Second CHORUS (x2) Come the king... Come the king... Come the king!!! Bow down to the illest Bow down to the illest. Feel it Bow down to the illest Bow down to the illest. Feel it Bow down to the illest Bow down to the illest. Feel it Bow down to the illest Bow down to the illest. Feel it Rebel. King Koef (x8)

SUIT UP LEATHER JACKET GONE (SUIT UP) WHITE TEE GONE (SUIT UP) BLACK BOOTS GONE (SUIT UP) AND THE JEANS GONE (SUIT UP) LEATHER JACKET GONE (SUIT UP) WHITE TEE GONE (SUIT UP) BLACK BOOTS GONE (SUIT UP) AND THE JEANS GONE (SUIT UP) SUITED UP I COMPUTED UP PROGRAMMED FOR AMAZING SUITED UP I REBOOTED UP REBEL TURNED KING Pardon me but pardon not A part of me Windsor a knot Rebel at a promenade Can't wear no jeans need a proper nod Proceed high five to a handshake If the girl is a bomb I'm a hand grenade Slip through the tracks and my plan is made Pull out my pin and blow up within Protection, from infection My kin want in but I stepped in Stepped out the Ramada If the Devil Wear Prada I'm covered in sin ...It's so bespoke I'm in, Ralph Lauren I'm out, my mind again Hunting for happiness, prey for him CHORUS Rolling on this crazy flow So I call it psycho Not because it goes around But what comes around just might go Where's it even coming from? Rebel sleeping in the slum Lyrics creeping on me, um Piss out I guess I number one Cumber bun so cumbersome My t-shirt was so comfortable But comfort got that coup de grâce That death blow, let it rest, yo Evolve to a pea coat So hot never be froze In that Anna Wintour My comfort zone is En Vogue CHORUS For instance, I'm on my Barney Stinson I'm suited up for pimping These rhymes, not these dimes, what are ya thinking? It's me, myself in Lincoln Navigate with presidents Living in my pocket So my pants make a lot of cents April made a lot of dents So I hit weight and buff it up I switch towns and cuffed up These bars they got me locked up These links they got me holding up My wrist in my hand Corona I sip in California Dressed up to own this corner CHORUS SUITED UP I COMPUTED UP PROGRAMMED FOR AMAZING SUITED UP I REBOOTED UP REBEL TURNED KING

OH YOU GIVE US WHAT WE NEED IT MAY NOT BE WHAT WE WANT OH YOU GIVE US WHAT WE NEED IT MAY NOT BE WHAT WE WANT If you was born in the rubble, born in the struggle, then you was Born for the hustle shown in ya muscle, so you could Bore with the pain, you dig what I'm saying? So you should War with the lames involved in the game, this life don't Care what you aim, it shoots for the brain, we move like Zombie again, we hungry again, could you just Spare us some pain, that's bread in Français, I rephrase Les Misérables, we living all day I got a question... How do I sell my great depression? In my possession, I pass it off in my obsession, wait a second Pain is a blessin', etched in the letters I'm sketchin' At best I'm the best in the west and invest in me next And the profits start flexin' That's a whole lotta muscle, that's a whole lotta Russell Jay Hove and a couple Sold cold in the struggle, that's a tussle, that's a tug of war Lord. You rope us in more, tie us in our heart strings Play those strings like harp sings so the pain bring us bling CHORUS I got friends that are poor as hell I got friends that are dead as well I got friends that are waiting for the mail For they pops with a letter from the jail I got girls that are fine as hell I got girls that are rich as shit I got girls that are acting swell Made a switch come to light as a bitch I got morals from my momma raised me right with so much honor Raised her right if I dishonor or cause drama by the commas I put so much on her but women are truly stronger Or Lord give her roids 'cause she won with her boy When I was in pyjamas and hearing stories 'bout Ghana Where we was dodging llamas that's a whole lotta drama I used to ask her, "why God take us for a ride?" She told me it's a gift, it's the reason for my drive I used to ask her, "Why God hide all the money?" She told me, "Honey, bees make honey, so just be." Sting operation, I'm following the lead I'm swallowing my pride, my faith is all I need to proceed CHORUS (x2)

Exes brought a lot of weight, so I came with a heavy heart Uplifting my poetry, it's fit when I exercise my art And the body so strong And the lines in my mind that run are prime for a marathon So my life get buffed up Girls you really fucked up See me on TV with Fallon Might get cocky start freestyling Wyling 'cause I'm going nuts? Now these groupies showin' up? Now this money holdin' up? Back then I was just holding out Just holding down whatever work was 'round Just holding on, 9th inning on the mound Holding in my golden goose Egg me on and I lay the truth Hold out Clark Kent in the booth No doubt, now Superman on the move Come out to show who I am Let's get it straight, I know I'm great My old self was heavyweight So I lighten up and I write great So I'm lightweight, and I easily Get drunk on my Q's and P's My etiquette hang over me That hangover so naturally So I'm Bradley Cooper not in that movie But I'm Limitless when I get Deniro Started zero then I took the death blow Now I'm so fly they call me hero I'm the rebel who deface the treble Free bass, get high on my level Kill myself, now I feel myself Suicide notes I reveal myself My higher self, my flier self The best drug, I supply for wealth That coup de grâce, that death blow Let go. Feel special. Let it breathe... DEATH BLOW TAKING YOU FAR AND FAR AWAY YOU'RE SO VERY SPECIAL DYING TO LIVE AND BE OKAY GIVING YOU THE DEATH BLOW TAKING YOU FAR AND FAR AWAY YOU'RE SO VERY SPECIAL DYING TO LIVE AND BE OKAY GIVING YOU THE DEATH BLOW Your self-esteem feel low So you have to take this flow Let it run the course of vein Till you feel what I do know You wanna blow? Yeah! (x4) If you ain't wit it I guess you ain't wit it If you are then the bars I spar upon are vivid Past friends hear me rap and are livid 'Cause I said I'd do it, it's done, I dun did it Did it on my own like Vin Diesel with Riddick But this is not a movie this is me authentic Old me was so OG wit' it Hustle like I'm Master P, so I have No Limit I get no credit like my old card debit Now my card got debit but my bars no credit Till I spar with the stars and they drop from the image With light speed might see them in a minute Fugee turned Rebel turned Artist Renaissance Man on the mic stand fuck being modest Death Blow make flow 38 special When I make my rounds better duck or get go Say hi to the higher self Say goodbye to the guy who would cry for help I can't sell you death blow Death blow is your confidence If you let that shit flow No bullshit, you feel nonchalant Do what you want, do what you was put here For, I'm coming 'round for Shakespeare No black man coming after that man They rather be Batman, and work on Robin I'd rather be making history Until I R-I-P, I be strictly evolvin' Till the death blow, The real one that say, "Let's go." Where it go... nobody know... Till then... enjoy the show... Re-bel. Rowr.