take a hit, take a hit of the bong take a sip, take a sip of the cognac know that my gonads make em feel better than prozac i'm like koufax in 65, pitchin picture perfect kodak moment while maintaining captured momentum we don't go back to clone it, our freshly grown shit’s glowing greener than a glowstick take a hit, take a hit of the blunt take a sip, take a sip of the brew take a hit, take a hit of the pipe take a sip, take a sip of some mike's hard psyche! you silly buddy, thinkin it's all really money while you get it, i stay cutty, smushin your honey like silly putty shit i knead her then eat her like dough and stay feelin hungry cop a liter in a fever then smoke, stay livin humbly if a chick is on the fence, i tell her about humpty dumpty but if she's on the tip, i slip, i promised my children to rumpelstilskin thumb thumbalina's butthole like a thimble, nimble when i'm pimpin when i'm dippin, my reason's always simple, gotta take a hit, take a hit of the bubbler take a swig, take a swig of the hennessey take a puff, take a puff of the sour d hourly devouring bud so lemme make it blunt take a puff then take another i used to be afraid to say that, but really i was afraid to tell my mother and what goes unsaid rarely gets better we all got something to come to terms with so it’s whatever and right about now it seems that it would be appropriate for me to say forget about it and get cheddar but that’s not really me so who am i? that can only be explained by you and i moving sly in do or die situations but i guess i should just calm down cuz it really ain’t that serious, we all got myriads of irritants, but few are really into hearing it so i’m curious why? why, why lie about life when you can get it right doing you cuz i don’t really care if you’re getting high or not as long as you mind your business on what’s going down at my spot cuz i’m trying to pack the pipe and crack a brew, rap with the funky vibes and a nice attitude, as they say everything you do eventually comes back to you ey yo rene spit the chorus cuz you know i’m in the mood to take a hit, take a hit of the joint what you think? i don’t slip, stay on point rare like landin on the side of a coinflip give me head and tail, she got curves like the freundlich anoint this, her loins is soiled like an oil spill wet, when she see me, bet, all her plans, i foiled em cuz when she say she wanna see me later it means she'll hit me in a minute when she's got some papers meet me at the top of the mark where i'm sippin maker's marker's, cranberry vodka's, burnin green, blanca yo i twist these lyrics like these swishers turned to bars so when i light up, every dopefiend visits from afar they wanna hit it, and i let em in a heart beat. a give and take, back and forth like the re spark the blunt up at sun up, by sun down i'm unwound off one ounce, yo what up

i used to run my mouth irresponsibly jumpin the gun now i look for green lights and let my mouth run no longer getting offended when no one listens, it’s good fun to say illicit shit around numb ear drums and watch em snap back into focus, lickity split renew breathe like listerine strips or mister clean’s lips still this loudmouth hasn’t found out why learning means sit you can’t count the times i was kicked outta class when i was hurting to skip the only jew at catholic school practically a slytherin kid the forbidden apple or scissoring chicks. i was surrounded by people with misguided beliefs, but nice intentions so that should be indicative of how my name was mentioned cuz trust me it got thrown all over the place as i slowly found out when to jest and when i should wait i finally got my act down to them one cut takes and now i deliver these words with the timing of great fates. i used to wonder all about mine, these days i’m writing for the passion and revising for the gold mines cuz you can pray for good luck or paint the whole picture and leave a mark that makes your name an immortal elixer cuz when i look back on that cul-de-sac i feel invincible shit gimme a hall pass, i’ll go smoke up the principle let’s take a trip to times when consequences were minimal cuz all i’m really living now is old lessons residuals so i rock to the beat get wreck on the regular i’m my own worst enemy my worst nemesis, the snake temptin me reflectin on my genesis, namesake and pedigree remindin me to maintain faith in family cuz without them i wouldn't exist and without friends i wouldn't be shit, believe that without endz i couldn't have skinz so i was livin life like it was about to begin didn't worry bout the consequences, ignored my moms lectures and pops was gone on business for like half the year savin lives and his moms was dyin while i was flippin o's, poppin pills, lackin a clear path. focused on ass-ets, grabbin arrears caught up in the dollar till the 5-0 wrapped up me and my peers my burden to bear was the look in dad’s eyes when he picked me up from jail. i just took it in stride cuz back in the day growin pains didn't hurt when we fell down we got up and dusted off the dirt kept growin kept goin berserk yo what you heard son back in the day that's where i learned that back in the day growin pains didn't hurt when we fell down we got up and dusted off the dirt kept growin kept goin berserk yo what you heard son back in the day that's where we used to rock to the beat get wreck on the regular

studying solitude left me in a sentimental mood so since i don’t get around much anymore come caravan through my room so ellington elegant with sophisticated ladies eyes glued, lemme slide in beside you rhythm-a-ning syncopated as a haiku then it’s by boo you can’t make a kite out of this fly dude by the time it’s high noon you’ll be like damn, look how his shine grew but mind you it’s time to explain why the flocks flew gotta piggy bank of dime stew and the palace maids of naboo fucking with jane to get my high blew, in chess ahead a few moves using the hindsight to get you, guess i read that ass: baboon i’m selfish. i can't give up any portion of my fortune any time when I could grind girls forcin, allurin me out my fortress of solitude, pimp hand superman strong and you kryptonite. listen, boo, it isn't you, it's me my vision's true, i'm meant to move crowds like the sea sounds like neptune poundin beneath the moon risin high tide, my flow soothing sleep i don't hope for a leap, i only know how to keep jumpin till i reach those everest peaks i don’t wait for heaven to speak so why the hell would i wait for somethin better to eat? girl i know you saw me at the show how you think i got so cold at this shit here? come, come now spit one hundred rounds of game and still have ammunition, girl passion ain't flitted, it's just my aim redirected at rearrangin the game and i ain't even stressed bout a text or sex see girls vexed like school lutherans and i’m lex luther and fred krueger bruisin you and your ex she still dreams of elm street cuz i do her the best but it's hopeless, i don't lose focus stay posted fillin notebooks with quotes that hope to define emotion in this ocean, plenty of fish knowin that i'm above the surface coastin know that my dick is like a nomad and you wouldn’t know i’m an mc in the bedroom cause i don’t wrap it’s just that my pen’s so potent holding cum back is like running track around a parapalegic in air max so i let my chips stack, i don’t wine and dine to grind cuz i grind all day, why the fuck waste my time riding on some nines when the lines i write are dimes when i release the rhymes that are contained in my mind and if you get pissed off, to me that’s fucking fine find a corona, my love stays as bitter as a lime i can hear her but never see her and some have said she died but i think that until we’re extinct she’ll just revive girl i know you saw me at the show how you think i got so cold at this shit here?

i rep the bay // i hail from portland // northern california // all the way to oregon that's mornin stormin // psychotic rhyme topics like norman coat hangin em up like home abortions with no remorse and so put a cork in it like my dick in a gorgeous bitch // or a dam in the gorges // shit // where the salmon swim i perform a grim snakehead fish fuckin up the ecosystem // nemo's missin like your daughter turned twelve, ego's slippin joined an emo clique and started finger lickin b-role minions // she don't listen on a deepthroat mission like she's flippin nixon breakin watergate now she’s keynote speakin at weekend retreats for children // with children. that's why we rap it up // emerge from mtv’s ashes with snapbacks and scruff // and backpacks filled up // with spinach and blunts blowin clouds for months like an el nino front make it rain down the coast from alaska to chile we astral project left brain like our cities from the evergreen region specifically portland // to the golden gates of frisco // i go schizo when my mind aches like a migraine meditatin on my migration but wallowin in the mire ain’t for miles so i spiraled styles like my jean’s psychology i’m a genie in a bottle leanin through a portal to infinity but i ended up in portland where the trees are mortally green not to distort the scene i don’t mean to depart from what i believe but it seems to me it ain’t where you’re from or at, but what you bring with you so i rock a blazers’ hat and a kick collection that includes nikes on nikes and then some more nikes to remind me of society’s evergreen psyche where runnin turf is cold, but overseas labor is icy i’m on a glacier in a white t glazin donuts with e until the cops can’t cite me because i’m behind the scenes like puck so sprightly lightin up at 503 nightly but it’s not about my area, don’t stereotype me i’m stereo typing cuz it’s simply sound that the mic bleeds speakin ether through the speakers to manifest the west wavin like mavericks you’re crashin with the best 503: the pacific north fresh // 415 (this is from the real side) i’m on the precipice, settin precedents across america got that presence from my home state of california nobody is a foreigner, real recognize real we recognize we the foundation past the floorboards past the drinkin, activism, and the schism since when rodney king and oscar grant had to rest in peace, man, i respect the east but bless the west coast i rep to death so know that we some real og’s with no apologies while we puff ecology from humboldt county study girls’ biologies leave em so starstruck like astrology, honestly you couldn’t topple me ever your magnitude’s lesser, earthquakes did better cuz I'll rise from the rubble and strive through the struggle some true west coasters: we die by the hustle

i could just chill and kick a rap or two but instead i might just diss your crew but if you diss me, it's cool no sweat off my brow no chip on my shoulder so ill like coppin a quarter of doja when you're fresh outta bud plus a liter of soda i might debate the taste of pepsi versus cola with the homies, but always keep it passin like the solar masses in the atmosphere whether in a passenger seat or in a lavender field, you feelin me, dawg? this tree's eclipsing me like a syzygy mind and body aligning like symmetry i spend way too much time starin at the moon wondering if i'll ever walk its hallowed halls like apollo as i follow my muse to the ends of the earth and if i fall off, man, i just hope that they heard that in order to survive you gotta smoke weed, drink brew, get high, whatever life's a bitch and then you die in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets in order to survive you gotta smoke weed, drink brew, puff lie, whatever life's a bitch and then you die in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets or live a bit less so try not to fret i’ve let it infect my mind and body till i feel i’m filled up with stress and paranoia, but i’ve learned in times of duress rushing tends to make things more of a mess so roll up some cess and sit and inspect what i gotta do to let my mind be at rest these days i like to chill by myself for a sec and leisurely pull up a beat to dissect sometimes when i’m feeling it i’ll beat on my chest imagining all the crowds that i’m hoping to bless some see it as a broke in the head, dream in the flesh but i don’t need that respect, i got it made like special ed or the okc thunder with these fair weather friends but at least they acknowledge when they smoke with the best it’s ren and miles (light one up) willing the text to spill through the speaker and by now y’all should know the rest cuz in order to survive you gotta smoke weed, drink brew, get high, whatever life's a bitch and then you die in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets in order to survive you gotta smoke weed, drink brew, puff lie, whatever life's a bitch and then you die in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets the chillest villain in the building iller than victor freeze minus cryogenics and penicillin the next mad scientist: if it ain't ruff, it ain't me shit, i was called mc ren before i ever emceed that's a reflection of my roots yall (west, west, yall) i'd rather lay back, but could slaughter cats if i so choose, dawg but what's that gon prove? even if i can't lose i still can't win, and satisfaction's never guaranteed survival is fulfillment that's why i'm vibin with the realest chillin, twistin swishas, gettin lifted, spittin lyrics that try to mimic the spirits hittin me, awestruck and if i don't quite get it, it's all good, it's all love i keep my eyes low, fixed to the page with smoke in the air like king james before games burnin vials of god's gift till yall are liable to witness antithesis, you're now surviving with the chillest so just chill, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by so just chill, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by yeah just chill, in order to survive you gotta get high life's a bitch and then you die that’s why we get high, to learn to live with regrets in order to survive you gotta, yallready know, puff lie, whatever life's a bitch and then you die in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets

way back i'd often miss the softest kiss of the breeze guess i'd forgotten what honest was misplaced happiness, attached bliss to a wish upon a spliff now i walk through the mist hangin between orange lamps and blue moons and peep the distant stars blinkin back they're really close dependin where your vision's at lay back, listen, act then speak accordingly in springtime i’m buzzin beezies, yeah my summer flow's scorching heat now i wish upon the leaves of autumn trees upon the seeds of the cherry trees to blossom free upon the pollen each sunray and the sunset i sensed a sensai on each lily pad of monet heart's where my home stay, i found it in my own way though thankful for family, their guidance and the homies but some days i’m mindless, lonely at other times i’ll still swallow love bugs hopin that they'll rise as butterflies i’m otherwise too focused on my love's quotient but i’ll always leave a simple luv ya in the postscript picked up a pencil, sparked a dunhill smearing ashes all over the pages as i scribble reflections of smoke doodles rising in the air but when i saw their impermanence i no longer cared so i take it a day at a time stacking these rhymes in layers to haters i stay paying no mind for my lines are unprepared cuz when i realized i was different i stopped trying to be popular and set my mind on sickness similar to scott summer’s ocular blasts. i’ll be in first class even if it’s lonely at the top ever since i started talking to myself isolations never been a reason to stop and anyways it don’t, so why pretend i could that’d be a moral felony like telling trees there’s no more wood and girl you knew that wasn’t true the first time i got at you so please don’t be mad at dude because he shouldn’t catch you see i only take my love bugs one at a time so i rhyme when i gotta get chicks offa my mind i used to get confused cuz they’re all so fine then learned that the third eye sees clearest because it’s blind so go ahead take these lines any way you wanna i’d rather write so i like chicks practiced in rolling up ganja some days i’m mindless, lonely at other times i’ll still swallow love bugs hopin that they'll rise as butterflies i’m otherwise too focused on my love's quotient but i’ll always leave a simple luv ya in the postscript

periods of loneliness, time spent in solitude thinking, sometimes drinking, sick of phoniness keep a real open mind state, at least i try i had this dream the other night, i thought that i could fly but woke up to stillness, dust in the sunlight rays quiet, keep myself company these days and times and write rhymes to let stress go and take time, and try to rush less so i don’t miss shit, life’s not short, it’s long but spend time wrong, we can miss it runnin round in circles, tryna catch breeze in a net we all die, but it’s easy to forget sometimes so we lose friends, and we waste time try to acquire things, when we should take time to think, sometimes i think i’m going insane but i just take a deep breath and step out in the rain like going insane don't notice the pain just you in the frozen rain my heart's opened and unglued unhinged a little off my rocker i used to binge offa love unoffered how i'd sing at the top of my lungs until i coughed up realized i was strung on a ride alongside the current of life, just on the wrong side and if i'm all that's left it's still the strong side time used to pass like autumn leaves fallin through winter to spring, snow meltin with the bee pollen to summertime and the livin's too easy then back to school to learn how pimpin ain't but the breeze seemed to pause outside my window the rain froze to droplets suspended like a crescendo still waitin on it to end though i hope it doesn't call me crazy but you make the moment mean somethin baby i guess i'm some say i’m lazy, others crazy a combination of all the parts played by kevin spacey rainy nights dainty ladies roses pan to my blood painting brains on the white wall i guess i’ll never say maybe though we’re trained to want till insanity i’ll take what you hand to me tie it to a string and transform it into the sword of damacles better than on point i sustain it like a sharpener or gardener who talks shit for toxic furs bark or purr you could try to arc a blur but some light shimmer looks better than the picture sir so save that chick for the wank bank if you tried to catch everyone you’d be living in a bass tank and that shit’s scary, unsanitary chansey carrying her eggs without a sanctuary so to clarify, we hail from a frozen stem combined with some omens of the good witch gwendolyn

do you even see me tryin? so why you gotta be defiant? that's the sorta shit that'll leave me sighin like what the fuck kind of bullshit does she have me buyin she wanna be my everything not just any fling, anything less than how i effortlessly impress then caress then yall can just guess what happens next smooth in transition like jerry west or like cl i make her feel well till i tell her that this is just low key like seashells gzin genius with my pen or penis kel and kenan schemin on makin green and risin to the top like the cream of the crop the dreams that i drop with the trees that i chop up leave me feelin free as a hawk or dove not above love but released for a peaceful time her peace of mind was redefined to a piece of mine so i had to (say goodbye) listen i don't wanna choose but if it's between you and music then here's the goddamn truth bitch i'm gonna have to say goodbye to you first time she mentioned a relationship i knew that saying bye bye was imminent it’s not like i don’t wanna be intimate, it’s a bit of a common story i loved her but the other’s the ultimate not that same old shit that’s why i’m sayin this to spit my bliss forever, wedded to the infinite so in finite strokes i play love like the heart strings were my first instrument i need music in my body like a diabetic needs insulin yogis need discipline or distributors use middle men so you could say hello to my little friend but under no circumstance will i sin again so (say goodbye) i made the ride and snared the fly while playing sly with aching dimes left only slime and lonely signs so make some shrines to spanking time or wait in line i’m making rhymes so patient pies can stay inside then taste the shine got bass and spine dames comply kiss the guy then (say goodbye) break the tie tidal wave, wake or die, dilate latent highs mild wastes wastes that lie styled great charming eyes vile stakes same old sky miles made, matrix guise guile slates about great grape or wine dine or grind line in line swipe the dime make her mine (say goodbye) while i’m way reclined baking rye, waking high till i’m missing some mistresses name shit i can’t lie the sandman’s damn hands bam bammed the band stand till i spanned cans past lambs, aiming some hits and grand slams that’s a metaphor of my old muse, betty from bed rock she got me creating around the clock while steadily picking wedlock but i got prior engagements so it’s hard to stay committed when a misses is bugging out, wanting me to stop work and listen but even when plagued by locusts, i never lose my focus just hit the lab and she’s calling me up on some hocus pocus so someday i’m hoping to find the magic ring’s blessing but the girl gotta know outside the bedroom she cums second music first, miles third hope you don’t think i’m a ho just because i be fucking with all of these words listen i don't wanna choose but if it's between you and music then here's the goddamn truth bitch i'm gonna have to say goodbye to you

skywalkin like darth vader: anakin slicin off the hands of kin slashin through abdomens, manhandlin rappers turned mannequins lackin heads cuz we smashed em in they sleepin and hollow, spit feces and wallow with pino collados, feel shitty tomorrow i'm preachin, they follow, fleetin like swallows or beezies to condos, i'm skeetin, they swallow see he know and i know that these hoes gon feel it regardless of the image that i'm paintin like i'm vincent van gogh, lyrics on the beat like a canvas sculptin masterpieces while you playin with ceramics aimless little bastards tamperin with the fame fuckin with the game when you're caught up in a flame me and the crown be one and the same a zero, nothing, don’t even ask the name i’m stainless, shameless synchronize and syncopate it i’m turning my life to art and there’s no squares in a circles painting so i’m eating cheerios and aiming at recreating a life cycle till i’m senile, you’ll see i’ll flow approximately as steady as an unconscious breathe a blink of an eye or a heart that’s skipping a beat in your chest so i’m moderately consistent, impressing in every instant my modes leave impressions like a coltrane disc is spinning cuz i come from the tradition of my musical namesake miles it’s not eminem i strive to emulate and even though i lack the melanin i’m swinging like ellington and i do go green like gamma charged adrenaline and then intend to end this farce when i rip rhymes and speak sharp most rappers are rewarded for representing a half retard sure they got metaphors, but lose meaning tryna be hard i could take my pen and swipe it through their hearts like a key card aimless little bastards tamperin with the fame fuckin with the game when you're caught up in a flame me and the crown be one and the same a zero, nothing, don’t even ask the name my rhymin is the reason that my signin is in season and my timing isn't needed cuz i wine and dine and tease em and my diamonds are not fiction on this precision nixon wrist watch go tick tock so listen as i rip rock in hip hop, a pit stop, to bend flows on the solo dolo, solo, quiero el queso pendejo while you’re chasing besos i'm countin pesos stacking euros, and always comin duro, smoking on a puro, la puchi marihuana if you wanna mambo conmigo, no es broma de ninguna forma, cuz i’ll deform ‘ya, in cualquier idioma that be english, ebonics or español, the games just tryna catch my flow and my bankroll i play hoes in plainclothes the pain goes away, whenever i grip a mic, bump beats, or press play somewhere, someday, someway, somehow but right now just write down these nice sounds like peace and love, my mind's above the clouds floating below the heavens and makin my moms proud daddy too cuz they told me to do what i gots’to. so fuck you aimless little bastards tamperin with the fame fuckin with the game when you're caught up in a flame me and the crown be one and the same a zero, nada, don’t even ask the name

peep the sunshine peep the verse one time gimme one try. yeah, it could be my last or it could be our first. i seen us in the past dreamed we'd end up baskin at the park while i was listenin to tracks after dark with a flashlight pad and pencil in my hand writin verses like scrawled love letters you couldn't wouldn't understand so i threw em in the trash knew i didn't know no better so i never really asked never took a chance seen you with crooks at the dance so i thought you were booked in advance but i was hooked in a trance never could be lookin past eyes fixed on the lookin glass reality’s pushin back shook my grasp loose took it with the good and bad you said some things took em back truth's what i couldn't handle few good men can but most don't most can't till they hit a low point and now i'm so damn hopeless that i don't even hope, i just don't lose focus and in the moments i'm with you i feel ethereal but know what's real and don't miss you i started writin rhymes for you but as i grew i realized i was really writin this because of you peep the sunshine before it fades away to another day peep the sunshine as it makes its way to another place there’s this girl i know who’s sort of like the earth and for what it’s worth i couldn’t really stand her at first always with wack fools who never put in work old school in all the wrong ways, arranging her marriage at birth it seemed to be all appropriation and no procreation dudes fake life experience when she enters the situation and it’s so fucking easy to get caught up in simple hating when focusing on your own direction you tend to lose patience for the others, so i watched my muse changing shape with knowledge of what we could make if it wasn’t too late patiently waited till she wasn’t the center of attention then approached real smooth unlike all the other henchmen cuz if it was up to me i’d catch every hottie in pjs as opposed to at parties where dicks are as common as batons in relays and when i caught her out of the limelight we vibed right she dressed for the crowds that night but it was her caring side that i liked and by caring i mean her concern for her well being and speaking only with intent on swell meanings but the belles fleeting i watched her succumb to the people and for mere entertainment turn to flirtation with the lethal forces of fame for capitalist gain forsaking her name and body shit most prolly mistake her for another sexualized dame, but i’ll hit it, to me it’s fair game, cuz i know no one else does her quite the same yo peep the sunshine before it fades away to another day peep the sunshine as it makes its way to another place

step one: just smoke the next one: the same shit, let’s go cuz step three is where i usually be see blazin don't affect who i am: an emcee yeah i change my state of mind but that don't mean i don't stay on my grind that’s why i tell em to quit wastin my time and how is by stayin high till the day i die rest in peace pac send my love up to the sky with lucy kaleidoscoped diamonds in my eyes know that i impress so i never stress wasn't ever second guessed ever since i've known to piss no bullshittin, got an old soul in this fresh face told the doctor: fo sho got the best case of inspired when high so prescribe the medication that makes me the scribe of my daily meditations you know the deal, i’m getting up like condensation so being smoked dumb is a definite aberration it’s more likely my soul channels elation and spreads over the skies like i am an am station dispersing thick as a stratus and quick as a firebolt broomstick smokes emitted through my pores: cumulonimbus so through the storms and mist, i spotted a golden glint but i couldn’t quite concentrate and i guess i lost that snitch it’s all good though, prolly just paranoia another thing you learn to accept from the arid void of disconnect or you could call it choosing another angle sorta like the cia hiring officer dangle so it’s an impossible mission for me to not recognize the ridiculous as i’m tighter with spinach than tom cruise is with all them scientologists so call it a monkey, i say it’s a lighter load when you’re constantly working, you need the high side of the road im blindsided by smoke // with an eye on the globe // defy and evoke // real sly with my hope // keep the family stoned // my ample canopy encompasses all mammals’ sanity // and vanity and sanctity in a panoramic panoply // so stand and see i am indeed the sand and sea if you can’t conceive then trust in me // and just believe in your gut like in what nothing means like the gust through trees or lush in green // and then get on that lennon steez and let it be assembling energy expanding emptily and damaging symmetry eternity in turn will burn in the furnaces as no tourniquet can fix internal rips in time or orion’s hips // my irises oscillate from osiris to papyrus vision risin to the highest star my aura’s borealis im draped in a cumulus crown waxin that moon after exhalin out luminous sounds wow…