(V1)Balloons aint supposed to stay You don’t hold my string I’ma float away Floating to my dreams I hope and pray I can see life in that open space Hope I don’t pop air out and drop No hesitation with no second thought No second guessing my life became real Counting my blessings my haters was ill On top of my craft paying my bills Building them pyramids still Need a wake up crack flow grab ya stem and brillow Pockets filled up like pillow Got my shields up like an armadillo But I can transform like a ditto Live life somewhere in the middle From the birds eye ya’ll look little Bridge (X2) I aint rich Im well prepared I done climbed up a million stairs My haters aint going no where For that alone I gotta say a prayer (say a prayer) Chorus (X4) These days I’m God speed, Time travel gotta Time Machine Living out my dreams, But I’m not sleep Living out my dreams but I’m not sleep (You don’t hold my string I’ma float away) (V2) My goals getting crossed with a line I travel through time Like Billy from Slaughter House 5 I channel divine, in darkness I shine Dinosaurs stuck in the land before time Skin full of Melanin Flow is like heroin You shouldn’t meddle with artful rap Parts of my soul in these artifacts Seeds in the soil grow like plants I’m the architect yes I made the maze Tomorrow happened like yesterday So hate the maker; the game creator I’m world ready you a couch potato Like a space invader explore new worlds Wouldn’t let me in so I made my own Might’ve seen 1 side but I play many roles Momma leave the porch light on it’s gonna be a while before I get back home You don’t hold my string I’ma float away

Verse 1 Lifestyle changed International flights, Tiny bottles on the plane In a hybrid lane, made models of the game This Pseudo science new horizons They tell you do not try it Got So many lives if I lost 9 I’m still not dying Must be the sphinx I’m Timeless Cyber Shamans Seeking Gnosis for the ghost they overdosing on that Dogma Everythings hallucination in this desert of mirages Don’t be so zealous Out of this World Mcee like Esher CHORUS (0:40 - 1:07) World Ready Live A double Life Up all Night on the red eye flight Living everyday like a Jedi Knight Tunnel Vision Helmet Light Keep the circle tight No Minnesota Nice No Minnesota Nice This Is Minneap Heights Up All night Live a double life World Ready I jump on flight No Minnesota nice, So Minneap Heights World ready Live a double life World ready I jump on flight Verse 2 (1:07- 1:33) Society is mayhem Can I get an Amen Kicking it with gay fems Don’t forget your “They Thems” Life became Star Tek got taken by the Aliens Identity is World Ready how you goin label him Hopped out of my hollow box, Turned into a Polyglot In a melting pot full of Lava Rock the caldron Hot Grew up in the hood around Cocaine Slangers Now it’s boy meets World like I’m dating Topanga I know white girls who sell weed Black business owners who sell Weaves My native friends keep telling me, DAPL need to leave I lead a life that you won’t believe you’d think that this was green screen CHORUS (1:35 - 2:14) World Ready Live A double Life Up all Night on the red eye flight Living everyday like a Jedi Knight Tunnel Vision Helmet Light Keep the circle tight No Minnesota Nice No Minnesota Nice This Is Minneap Heights Up All night Live a double life World Ready I jump on flight No Minnesota nice, So Minneap Heights World ready Live a double life World ready I jump on flight Verse 3 Life aint easy breezy like cover girl In my shell like mother of pearl Junauda Told me there are Other Worlds Far from the norm, From fighting them mortal wars To jumping through portal doors Now every track is kuwabaras Sword (lord) I can see it too clear, opportunities for something new here, Our subcultures too weird See a bunch of Worlds and new realities that You fear Married to the game and I’ma Murder her like Blue beard Men stair at goats and use my city like a scape goat I just take notes chase the gold under the rainbow A Great host like Space Ghost Hate like Zorak and taste smoke from the laser Damiana Posse, Enigma like Dali From Tall Tees to Coffees It was All a Dream I'm World Ready

Chorus (X2) I'm Feeling Good Like I made it out the Hood Balling out just Like I should Like They Finally understood I'm Feeling good Still in The Hood I'm Feelin Good, I'm Feelin Good, I'm Feelin Good Verse 1 (ANVKIN Blk) Weed hit my dopamine the Purple taking Over Now Running with the Ultra Team, the league looking closer Now I been on the grind since Martin met Gina Way before my inception I was labeled as a genius I need rings up on my fingers I need two cups for my leaning I need penthouse views lord forgive me I'm just dreaming But I know the girls going to love it if I pull up in that Beamer I'd much rather get a budget and just blow it all on Sneakers Rap is easy, slice of pizza Pop a molly straight from Giza The women swear they love me but how can I believe em? No dome on the whip man we call it coliseum Resurrect Big and Pac, the future here they gotta see him I'm that Nigga, a legend in the making So many turned they back before, now they gotta face it And Fuck sky walking man I'm sitting on Spaceships I really want that paper but You know that comes with patience You know that comes with greatness when You do it like Sri do Cause I been killing shit since Sean Carter rocked Evisu So Don't fuck with me I'm twisting buds of Diesel like it's legal Leaving rappers in a fetal, fettuccine on my plate I tipped the waitress couple dollars then I get the cake You don't like it well I love it I expected You to hate! I'm Zoned out daily I wish someone would pay me I need a couple Milly for these Verses fuck Your Label! Ha! Verse 2 ( Farr Well) Scheming I'm alert Dreams became merch I'm still working for the church But I'll put You in the dirt first Cause God is a worthwhile search Leave Earth Make a hater smile hurt I don't do that Syrup Pop Pills or get my lean on I'm upgrading my Resume, About to get my dream Job Repping that Supreme God Eyes everywhere like the Feathers on a Peacock Each thought is from the bottom view and the Tree Top I feel Good like White Privilege But It's Black Power Know some Queens who fight systems Astronaut like Sandra Bullock Doing what my Fathers couldn't No Kids dodged the Bullet Life Good like Momma Cooking Set myself Up, Got a lot of Cushion I'm Bill Cosby Sweater Fresh but I don't eat pudding Or rep that other fuck shit I do not condone Press the mute button on the remote control Cause cats that stay talking tend to be broke the most Stuck like a Ghost I got that good credit make em give me what I want Bank robber with the loans Money bags out the vault catapult cause I'm feeling good Chorus (X2)

Chorus (1X) Fly fellow chill type mellow Gotta thank God I made it out of the ghetto Bullet Proof Notebook Pages made out of metal Hello You know its real I’m never gonna settle Hello Time to take it to the next level HELLOOOOOO Next Level You know its real Verse 1 I’m from Minnesota where them cats be Ice-fishing As I get older I can see my life mission Some might listen I used to be a wise kid Might have to learn it for themselves like I did My eyes big Not bigger than my stomach Spent life struggling aint doing this for nothing See we grew up different visit my father in prison He told me follow my vision He gave me Solomon wisdom I never thought of religion I think it blinds you When you find proof that Gods inside you And the lies not truth The sky is not blue You better learn everything so they don’t surprise you Story untold, chose my own road Got so many lifestyles so many Worlds I play so many roles that they call me Bipolar And I don’t know what’s real like I’m under psychosis Chorus (X1) Verse 2 Get you high and not tired it’s the morning wake up Thor hammer blunts; black Coffee in your cup Upper-echelon rhymes for the folks that take flight I aint like these bummy cats they aint got no type Fairy tale raps got me sleep like snow white Chameleon Lifestyles; Minneap Heights Rising to the top, take my shot like a wookie Might hit ya later like a batch of pot cookies If I raise a glass, I aint gonna gas I’ma smash you in the head make the champagne splash Ya campaigns ass Remnants of the past like a dinosaur fossil Spit that modern life Rocko I’ma hard act to follow Stimulate you like Somali Cott Distorted like Dalis Clock Not stuck in the matrix, I’m more like an agent Attacking anyone who awakens Bridge (X4) Explosive, Dealing with them ego's in a city full of motives Gotta stay focused.

Chorus X1 Eyes adjusted to the dark I had to get mine Somebody flicked on the light then I went blind Everything just came together at the right Time Been preparing for this moment my whole life My Whole Life, My Whole life Been preparing for this moment my Whole Life My Whole Life, My Whole Life Everything just came together at the right time! Verse 1 Got the spice like Dune In a Christ like mood I been biding my time hibernate in the cocoon Because I done seen fiends put fire to the spoon Now its Upward mobility Tires on the moon Vroom Now I know what I gotta do Thats chase that gold like Harry Potter on a broom And 1 day soon I’ma catch dreams Like beaded web string hung above ya bed springs Even when the present seems unpleasant for a King God is preparing you for the next thing That’s Cause she has a plan That you don’t understand The wind will blow away the line you drew up in the sand In tune with the light and sound like Morse code was foretold Man up in the mirrors my worse foe (fasho) I went from banging on the walls when I saw doors closed But Problems are opportunities in work clothes Chorus X1 Verse 2 ( Metasota ) : Big cousin gave me game So I sustain in Stacy name Potatoes on the barrel, gotta eat aboard the gravy chain Gang gang, chain swang Lower than a tuba key Incarcerated Scarfaces, Only Built For Cuban Linx Who's Real? You or Me? Hard to say Truthfully Dad passed away, forgot how Fathers day used to be Bought it often Carbon copies off of phony compliments Started popping, Finally all these folks who know me on the dick All up in my face smiling with a homies confidence Keep my business private I already know the consequence Ya'll Too cocky I'm Annunaki Alien Farrakhan Make Atheist swear to God Feeling like abu dhabi The AC is blaring dog I race in this marathon Be everywhere Ya'll do not be Sloppy as Tylers painting Off Saki and Vodka chasers Water for chocolate Comment but obvious moderation Chorus (X1) (Bridge) (X2) It took Vital preparation, Life is presentation The journey's as important as the final destination I wasn’t complaining when I didn’t get my way I Pray the day I make it that I’m able to sustain

Allahu Akbar, en garde Bars Rare like a holographic Charizard card I discard Flaws They think they fine the way they are? I discovered gold underneath the buried bronze I be boarding space shuttles from the underground tunnel Clean like the bubble boy yup I’m in my own bubble living by my taste level Gotta stay thorough Drinking Gold fluid while they play with base metals Fuck potential its temporary like pencil I’m carving it out in stone like Nubians did in temples Higher than a helicopter; flyer than a drone Spit proper rap flows Rock copper wrapped stones copy cat clones sit and watch thrones Prophets get respect everywhere but not home They crucify em and get Blood on they hands They deify what they don’t understand That's human nature Chorus: Hate from my brothers They don’t know understand how I came from the gutter but a plant can’t grow without the rain and the thunder Blind eyes see what ya 20/20’s can’t and its making me wonder Dreams that was planted You can build roads we goin crack through the granite The crystal Ball shows us the path to Atlantas The Journey is the test You can follow God or a spirit stuck in flesh Verse 2 ( Niles ) I got so much Art in me That without a Pencil Or a sheet of paper I still draw envy But they want my shine so I never let em know my plans Even If I was a Mime I wouldn't show my hand My brainstorms will put a curse on Your climate Niles wasn't born, he was sent to Earth on comet To be the Elixir that extinguishes demons and hitlers I taught the Archimedes and Galileo predictors Everything they knew Plus I'm Your Father Dammit! In this Game I got more seeds than Pomegranates But they Bite Forbidden fruit The Juices drop on the soil This is a reminder to those who forgot that I'm Royal I conquer Wars then I chill with the Cleopatra of Divas Her features are Flawless With eyes like African Cheetas The more You front on me that's when You get the Best Niles The Extraterrestrial Militant Malcolm X Files Chorus (X1)

Chorus 1x: Ya'll know I worked hard for this Lord knows I worked hard for this I done damn near starved for this So excuse me while I Excuse me Ya'll know I worked hard for this Lord knows I worked hard for this shit I done damn near starved for this So Excuse me while I Excuse me while I Let me Talk My shit Ya'll don't hear me Let Me Talk My Shit Ya'll don't hear me Let Me Talk My Shit Let Me Talk Myyy Tight flows, Style is my own This year alone, I done hit a milestone Time to celebrate I’m getting into my zone S/o to the girls who wouldn’t let me drive home I usually lie low Just the dude taking photos shots for the times that my plans postponed Build a time machine, H.G. Wells I Farr Thee Well like a Shakespeare Tale If they pray he fail, must have a deathwish This shit is easy like binging on netflicks Revenge of the misfits Remember getting picked on, just because I was different Dodging spit balls If yall could see my lifestyles I know that it would bring bright smiles Living in a world that’s trying to kill my inner child All eyes on me I’m at the center of the crowd Chorus X1 When I came to the front they slammed it in my face quickly Had to find the backdoor to the City It gets cold in the Minne Sporting turtle necks like I'm tryna' hide a hicky Bullet Rye whisky Not the type to pretend they against I treat local Mcees CD's like frisbees My vision where the elements breezy Clear like the water in Elafonisi Invisibility cloak but elephants see me And i don't meant to gloat but life's never been easy Went from battle raps on Broadway To putting art on Broadway at Open Streets Guess I'm still shutting down Broadway That's Trill, Ya'll lack chill S/o to my roots in Memphis Tennessee and Nashville Take it to the hoop, court watching in a stand still Undertaker Boot, I Treat rappers like ant hills Chorus X1

Chorus Polyamourous Misogynist If We can’t communicate we cannot bliss (Naw we cannot bliss) I’m a chameleon androgynous Polyamorous Misogynist Verse 1: I never been the type to stress I Move on to the next Now they trying to say I got girls on deck But they been playing games, no time to guess And I don't really know if I like You yet Communicate the misunderstandings before they tear us apart I choose a Love style that doesn't bind me to rules of Death do we part So You don't never gotta feel obligated I treat relations like Freedom Spaces Too many rules and regulations We can follow that script or we can co-create it Chorus (X1) Verse 2: I might be great for a night or great for a weekend But I really suck at letting people in For most folks being alone is scary I'm so in love with my solitary They play cat and mouse games like Tom & Jerry Outsiders do the commentary Nothings scary like Binary's I'm Gone. You see, courting girls is a high investment, low-key I hope she act up In the process if I lose Time & Money, Baby girl that would be my luck See I'm not lucky; I'm on dummy She don't really love me just the idea of me. She wanna be like couples on the TV Screens But that's not real, tell me Your needs So many things been imposed on You Let's pretend like there are no rules Let's make our own I am not Your past We aint getting younger girl the clock spins fast. Chorus (X1) Bridge (X2) (Farr Well) I aint in a rush girl we can wait Got so many things on my plate If we somehow fade away Can I keep Your Resume? Bridge (X1) (ShaVunda) You don't wanna say what your true plans are If You don't open up then we won't go far That's just what You want? Gotta have more lovers. Disregard Your Heart but we are each others And So I Fly, I know what I want gotta say bye bye And so I fly, You just playing games gotta say bye bye And So I Fly, I know what I want gotta say bye bye And so I fly, You just playing games gotta say bye bye

Nekima Levy-pounds Talking: "Yo I gotta get something off my chest. There's too many brothers out here Letting the system use You to kill each other. We in the middle of a Movement" Verse 1 ( BLK Man N. 1) : 1, 2, 12.5 Mill Ancestors, descendants Generations that got erased and add that up still we plot and kill Oh what a thrill Remember it's a marathon Watch your pace and be patient Growing up got stone cold as our corpses piled up Head to Capital hill with a mask and glove oozied up Door locked, kick it down And every floor we moving up Don't know what Ya'll thought this is, You know it aint no fooling us! Hit Your 3rd eye with an arrow from a bow that I grabbed From an ancestor I didn't know until Now She wiped the sweat off my brow, said You reap what you Sow The devils lurking, pull back the curtain, Aint all glitter and Gold Witnessing a cold war that's getting hot Ancestors died to stop the plot from thickening But it flipped again. Again and again. Again and again But thats the systems that we dealing with Can't be tripping my friend So it give it time Mind and Soul intertwine Conscious improvement, feel the movement of the people in Your spine Wipe the crust from Your 3rd eye Watch the sun beams rip through the sky Unplug from all that bullshit give Yourself some peace of mind Chorus (X1) (OGCIC): Talking bout Body Count, Body count, Body count Telling em' put the guns down cause All of their Bodies count, bodies count, bodies count Tired of my brothers and sisters lives adding into the Body count Verse 2 ( Farr Well ) : More Death and war Pains Earthquake impact, feel it in the worst way The City named the 9th of May a Holiday It's Kirk day The love is real we all sad It's hard to heal with picked scabs Chips stacked against blacks Might change Penn to Prince Ave Lost Andrew Thomas; lost Jamar Clark the shits bad Kicked it with the rift wrath Talk slick Your lips slashed The Ku-Klux clan couldn't do shit to Khem clan System big mad Laying traps down to purge the land Chem trails down Lyndale The devil had a perfect plan Might smile and shake Your hand It's hard to grow when the struggles all you know I used to live at Mary Jo's wearing hand-me-down clothes Watched my Father Smoke dope and Pimp Hoes God knows This aint the life that I chose Summers hot up in them inner-Cities Pinching pennies, 9 millies Now It's time to Lynch Willie Get gritty, we aint friendly It's just a crises of Identity They wiped Your memory Your brothers not Your enemy It's just a crises of Identity They wiped Your memory Your brothers not Your enemy Soon You'll See.. Chorus (X1) Body Count, Body Count, Body Count Body count, body count, body count, body count (I see I see) Tired of laying all these black bodies out (The community needs WE) Voices all up in my head, voices all up in my head, (It aint going to be easy) Voices all up in my head because of the Body count (I pray the ancestors will lead WE) Cant even hardly sleep, can't even hardly breathe, can't even hardly see because of the body count. (We know they'll never Leave) Say..Say.. Say say say say Verse 3 (OGCIC) : Sayyyyy Rest in Peace to Q the Black smith Futuristic flow I'll never leave You in the past tense I still don't understand what happened They tazed Your body in the snow I missed some facts I sure would like to know about the Body Count Rest in peace to Robin Springfield Gone a decade plus don't even seem real Got so many things to You I wanna say Cause of You, Super-negro I don't trust chicks when I meet em till this day That Dang Body Count They killed my homie Tariq All I do is reflect on the last time we got to speak Everything aint what it seems You lost Your life Working a second job Just to send your baby boy to D That dang body count They killed my homie Jerome and Aint nobody do no hashtags, too close to home But I will never let You go fam. Rest in peace to K Mills Camden lions till the end I get chills describing how I feel This Body Count, Violence is tiring Brother on brother, sister on sister Rest In Peace Ray, your family miss ya Rest in Peace Sandra Bland, Jamar Clark, Tamir Rice, It's time we take a stand Me, I been running from the spot light like an infrared beam Body Count so haunting I have nightmares instead of dreams Not to mention organ Trafficking All these missing children snatched away from Their families Too many murders, guess I'm a conspiracy theorist corrupt country we live, flesh susceptible to spirits High wicked things Numerous in the hood like Chicken Wings The mental health dang near as bad as the Body Count Post Traumatic on the stress levels Constantly re-opening wounds, I rebuke the devil **************** Evoke to manifest ******* Each coming day the Body Count will be less Bridge/Chorus (X1) Talking Body Count, Body Count, Body Count They keep laying these Black bodies out I'm trying to tell em that they Bodies Count I'm Tired of the Body Count It's like Everyday Another Life Goes away to the Body Count Voices in my head Voices in my head. Verse 4 ( Nekima Levy-Pounds ): Will I survive Life in the Hood? Yo its a real thriller The Real killer? White Supremacy is iller Than any drug dealer, standing on the corner Can't get no realer Than an enemy rolling up on ya Peep game, recognize game, peep the game they playing Like Russian Roulette they got our Brothers out here Slaying Ready to take a life, pulling guns on some nonsense Instead of taking a wife and making Life feel heaven sent Don't make no sense Instead of busting back, bust this! We gotta rise up until we get Justice! We gotta fight for what's right aint no doubt So put down Your Weapons and SHUT DOWN THIS BODY COUNT! BODY COUNT, BODY COUNT, BODY COUNT, BODY COUNT... OGCIC talking: "You want to talk about Body Count? You want to talk about it as an accountant? Or do You want to talk about it as an economist? Because an accountant just counts the numbers. But an Economist accounts for the hidden costs. So it's not just the life that was lost. It was the life that took it, it was his Mother. It was the child who's life was lost Mother and Father, their sisters and brothers, their friends.. The mental health deficit in our community is greater than the actual and literal Body Count. Because even in slavery, they killed one to send a message to the others. So if You're talking about the Body Count. Come on man, enough is enough. We're far from minorities but at this rate we'll justify the title. Body Count."

Verse 1 Hoping these inventions fit within dimension My ideas transcended into life from a vision I can see my soul vivid Fitting in my goals isnt Hard to stop pretending Playing roles is the price of living Roll the dice different Run em out of home like a poltergeist trippen Yea I’m on slight mission Bite vicious like a Lion Don’t listen I been Lieing I been mimicking I’m tired on an annual Gripping on the manual God with us like Emanuel Lost like Hugo or the Ear on vangogh Lord knows I got that Bruh Man from the fifth flow Raid your refrigerator, leave out the window I be pretending like it’s not a big deal Commit to the role and it might become real But these roles not me Society will make you be a robot with no ID Bridge He lives a secret life Pretending to be a part of the God-Fearing community of man The community of Laws and of shared values Even as he plots it's overthrow The evidence against these men is clear Of their guilt there is no doubt But it is their salvation that we are about today Only by there confession Chorus (X1) I Pretend I pretend Wall-flower on the wall blending in Trying to fit in I get caught between them Worlds I'm everything to everybody Trying to peel back the onion layers of the snake skin Become New Do it again I Pretend I Pretend Wall Flower on the wall blending in I get caught between them Worlds Chameleon Trying to peel back the onion layers of the snake skin Become New Do it Again Verse 2: These Days my new Friends so Woke Got me feeling like an Asshole when I wear my old clothes Fake designer in my wardrobe Never had shit Used to stand in line for them Retros Not as vain as I was or as shallow as I look Been in dark places, I see shadows full of hooks Trying to say in 10-Words what they're saying in a Book Like Nietzsche Open to whatever You believe in Wish I had the luxury of being 1-Person A man is what he does, so I'm trying to live with purpose But I came from the Circus Life is like Theater Will you play the lead? To be or not to be? Everyday Halloween Wear my heart on my sleeve I'm hard to read Truth is contradiction We created Fiction I can't devote my life to morbid self-attention I'm just the Photographer don't pay me no attention Never felt apart of life, I'm outside of the picture I said Farr Well, They thought I was done with it? I was Farr Well'n to become something different I believe in The after Life and other dimensions But I still Live it like I only got one Used to worry about eviction and getting my door kicked in Started from the bottom so You know I'm God's Son Bridge God's Son Started from the bottom so You know I'm God's Son... I was Farr Well'n to become something Different... Chorus (X1) Verse 3: No skeleton, no flesh, no shape I'm a stranger and afraid in a World I never made Life gave me lemons but I'm tired of Lemonade I'm trying to learn the Alchemy to turn it into Gold Don't know where I wanna be like Donnell Jones Don't believe in nothing never judging other Worlds Don't remember former things or consider the old I just put my Soul in Relics like Voldemort the Lord It isn't the ending.. Two Friends...