The second first, you bet it hurts and even worse My vices stem from being versed and versatile Searchlights searching through for delinquents sinking into servitude The packed pipes herbs will do for certain persons working through the darkest of suburban afternoons Represent the fellow representatives and senators Feed the week competitors to all the teething predators Who said that we’re the editors? Relax, you don’t disappoint because you can’t What you earn is what you spend, that’s all you learn from puffing all them plants Yeah it’s all a nothing You want to be someone, take what’s yours and turn your nothing into something Cook my feasts for crooks and creeps Serve my wine to businessmen who hopes that they adopt me before they book it east You could be the joker, I’m gonna be the prince And I’ll be sniping thieves until they get the hint One for the treble and uh, two for the bass Three for the rebels oh and four to keep them laced I said a one for the treble and uh, two for the bass Three for the rebels oh and four to keep them in their place How do you do, why do we do? I don’t know you, but I think that the sky isn’t blue Why would I die for a guy in the sky? Why do we lie? You can find it in pi. Think of life as a fly, life just passing you by I don’t know why, don’t ask me again Matter of fact, ask me while I’m laughing again I’ll probably have it by then Mad at the world for like half of the day The other half, well I guess that I could just laugh it away Maintaining a look, that custodian funk Removed from the world like Thelonious Monk Well, if it isn’t my inhibition Given a little symptom of living within my vision and spitting the superstition Don’t tell me that you’re any different in this nonsense Running from nothing, but I’m running for the conquest The world’s crawling with the anxious and the driven And I was taught I guess to make sure that I take it when it’s given One for the what, two for the why Three for the when, oh and four to keep you off the high One for the what, two for the why Three for the when, oh and four to keep me off the high Them classic raps back to back built stacks, now we break weed on wax It’s the year that is here, and I love it with no fear, that’s counterproductive Them crazy babies want to take their wounds back to the vibrations of the tomb So now I’m struggling with all the semantics of order Yeah, I’m struggling with whether I should buy a trumpet or a pretzel for the man on the corner It’s the science of a younger, all I want is to triumph with a hundred hands All I really want right now is for you to understand No longer can I borrow so today I come with my ambitions of tomorrow Sometimes I wish that I could run away to eternal summer days But instead I will stay because my endeavors are too far underway One for the treble and uh, two for the bass Three for the rebels oh and four to keep them laced I said a one for the treble and uh, two for the bass Three for the rebels, oh and for to keep them in their place One for the what, two for the why Three for the when, oh and four to keep you off the high One for the what, two for the why Three for the when, oh and four to keep me off the high

The first twice, hurts nice, verse vice, searchlights dodging Earn the rights, herb for pipes got my urges right Surge of light, bright like the urban nights Represent, I resent false representatives competitive without a cause to be effective with I’m tentative but attentive in the broader scheme of getting credited So don’t disappoint, no return, live and learn, live to earn, in the ferns In the shrubberies, puffing trees, fuck ‘em Utterly under me, nothing Toss them in the oven Bake treats, I can taste them in my teeth I could be the joker, you could be the thief Give it a couple hours, we’ll make our way into this watchtower when things go sour One for the money two for the show Three for control and four to keep it on the low I refuse to agree, I believe See I believe we’re more than just a consequence of bottlenecks I’m on the fence but Christ almighty this is ominous and partial Hell, I think I’m doing well, I’m thinking we do because we ought to (auto) Indeed this life, has been a battle no question you’re caught up in the devil’s lasso I’ve known you since the day that you fell and I can tell but hell We are something more than a bunch of mindless cattle, are we not? I’ve seen the streams that are running through me I know the sky’s blue because I see and what I see I know is real ‘cause I believe it to be So why won’t you be judged? You know the guy in the sky is high and dry, by and by, I am the guy who’s buying time We need a finish line for giving time to the alleged process, that’s why I’m different in this nonsense The world’s crawling with the driven and the anxious Driven by concerns of if there’s truth beneath the basics One for the money two for the show Three for control and four to keep it on the low These whack raps back-to-back slack, but that’s that, now the boom bap is back It’s the year of the fear in the time of the synthesized in disguise for all the little guys These 80s babies I assume want to take their tunes back to the vibrations of the womb So now I’m torn between the horns and John Zorn and Aesop witnessing the beauty born So what you really want? About to take the world by storm with this shit I’ma put you on I want some parameters for my pentameter and all the mannerisms of my grandeur Sometimes I wish that I could runaway like Kanye and other days I wish I knew exactly what to say I wish that I could put these twisted fantasies up on the table and just make discussion feel okay One for the money two for the show Three for control and four to keep it on the low

(Vice Verse) I’m engineering a sense of hearing that’s meant to circumvent the lesser dealings Administer healing through focused frequencies of feeling Mind the ceilings as I validate your clearance Elevate you up away from all the stresses of appearance Replacing them with mellower melodies, chasing a method of memories Adjacent with a hell of a centerpiece, perceiving these Parallel visions of my reflection reinventing me At ease, these dreams beg the question of the chicken or egg Living or dead, still in your head Whimsical with just how little is said Now that’s true, I’m passed due, but that’s cool Plan to rule the world like fast food A technical rebel pedaling surgical sentences to sever emerging menaces urgently yearning for credential indebtedness Better remember this, never settle for less if it’s potential for benefits Naw I got plans man, I got plans One of these days I’ll make sure that these people understand And when I’m king I know they will listen Said when I’m king, yeah when I’m king I know that I will make these people listen (Mic Stew) Its so easy to be the man of the hour, its even a simple task to be the man of the month BUT, WHATS really difficult and charging of the brain, is making proper use of your 15 minutes of fame Enter the game, hence why we call it that I moved to a bishop from a rook, and I used to be a pawn in fact 5 years ago I wasn't even on the books I wasn't on the board, I was shook Mistook oportunities for gifts, I figured I'll give it my best it took me 2 years to find out I was playing chess Getting played by the king's invisible hand My moves like foot prints swept away when the wind hits the sand A voice lost in the mix, turned down by the engineer My words downed out before they even hit your ears I turned chess to checkers, made lateral hops Hopped out of the box walked across the board NOW KING ME! See I got plans man, I got plans One of these days I’ll make sure that these people understand And when I’m king I know they will listen Said when I’m king, yeah when I’m king I know that I will make these people listen (Vice Verse) I wonder when I'ma stack up my résumé Been playing the waiting game for the better half of the better days Embracing the patient dictation, because I know that it's virtuous A virtual virtuoso inadvertently working the promo through verbal ticks Uncannily metrical, mechanically handle the standard of acceptable purposes Don't know if you heard of this, look out for when my name surfaces (Mic Stew) Serve the serpent with a verse while I slurp a fifth Verbally beat and batter the verses with Length and height, hike to the highest height With a vision and a mic Fight demons to gain access Make the throne my address Write songs at home and play king from my mattress Lay back as my present burns away like matchsticks Watch the future come to fruition I'm finally crowned king and people finally listen Look I got plans man, I got plans One of these days I’ll make sure that these people understand And when I’m king I know they will listen Said when I’m king, yeah when I’m king I know that I will make these people listen

I’m in the school of duals and distractions Fools and fractions make up a spool of passion Backspin what happened And you will find this life is cooler in action Rather than removed in rations Move all your cash and Do your deeds, who do you need Give into greed and who will you feed Two into three, abandon the seed Live in the now, the future is lost The present is perfect because you are your boss, what’ll it cost? All at the expense of legacy Forgetting your enemies Setting your entity Setting the centerpiece You’re getting ahead of me I haven’t even gotten to the thick of what is meant to be If you don’t want to compete then that is your choice But don’t be offended tomorrow if you haven’t a voice Could never have too much of this stuff, I’m telling you now Too much is a bluff, and enough will never be enough Look at where you’ve been and think of what you see Who will know where you'll be in 2033 No, you’ve got it mixed, think of the kids What’re you after? What’s the matter? It doesn’t matter whether you hunt or you gather It’s better to love, better to capture All of the subtleties, all of the summaries Remember the summer breeze Remember the birthdays Remember the first days And all of these other things Look at the sheep, you’re better than them You always have been because Even when adrenaline wins You’ll usually remember it when it was genuine then Let it begin and then you’ll be getting it in This life is worth the living even if the circle’s spinning doesn’t mean we shouldn’t work within them There’s perks of winning but I am more driven and conditioned To be concerned with finding something different than back when I was beginning Saving my cash, saving my ass Making a pass but that’s only my opinion Look at where you’ve been and think of what you see Who will know where you’ll be in 2033 Look at where you’ve been and think of what you see Who will know where you will be when you turn to history Well I’ve got love for my family, yeah this one’s for my mom and dad Brother and sister, and all I’ve had In this world I was given not too long ago I found love in my purpose as a part of the flow And now I’m checking where I’m headed ‘cause I want to know Can’t forget just where I’ve been because I want to grow All I know, all I know, all I know ‘cause all I know, all I know is that the people who I share a name with They come before this world with the scary faces This life ain’t sweet as I was told, I can barely taste it But it’s got some kicking once you’ve bit into the layers of cake mix I got love for the people who endure the mishaps Love for the people who support the hip tracks Love for the people who embrace the subtleties And love for the people who found love in me, yeah

Start the day before the alarm early in dawn Fortunes are pawned for orderly wrongs Morning's long when your quarters are gone I took a puff from the Philly air, I don't really care There's promise in the morning that I could be a millionaire At the finish line just kill me there Morning's long but the morning's promising You know when the air smells of pollution and pollen wandering? Kind of makes you think about the possibilities Who decided me to be so lost to bills and fees? All I know is every trial is puzzle piece That's why I'm always following the subtleties One day, I know that everything will come to me They would always ask me, what you looking for? Tell me about your goals and dreams But I never kept in mind what they told to me So now I look at life with half and eye Black suit, black tie, just passing by Me? Well I'm just an average guy Do my best thinking while I'm in transport Everybody thinking they could fit their life in a Jansport Living in the city for a handful, now Debt to a crooked landlord Scams run the land, hand in hand, but man I don't understand it all Looking at the different people on the subway, thinking I could make it better one day, I just gotta shake the Mondays And find some way End the day, late in the evening Make or break, just make sure that you make it easy When I step back it can make me queasy So I just focus on the task at hand, and make sure that I take the freebies When I get back flip on the TV Then I sit back and forget the needy A job so I can buy drinks at night I ain't gonna change the world, ain't nobody gonna make things right Pardon the pessimism, but I ain't ever seen the best of living A second chance will just lead back to the first decisions Yeah well then again I can't imagine the worst conditions "Life's ill, sometimes life might kill" Sometimes I don't know why I try to fight the will Then I remember that I'm high as hell High like my utility bill Then I remember what I fail to see That all that I have is thanks to the people who I'll never meet I do things for the nameless, faceless, those who came before me Those who didn't make it to the ranks of the rich and famous You think we all want fame for material gain? Or do we just want our name to make it through the generations, look This is history, provided that you make it What you go to school for? What you wanna be? You want to get enlightened or do you just want the degree? Me? While I'ma never reach nirvana, so I'ma compensate with drama While I ponder pleasure pain and the pursuit to prosper Copy down my genre, brand it onto my pajamas Drama, drama What you get up in the morning for? Where you wanna go? Are you your own man or a product of the dough, no It ain't like your idols told ya You wanna be a rock n'rolla You wanna follow dreams until you grow up and you're way broker than the image that your TV sold ya Yeah I'm the voice in your mind, don't forget That those who make it are the ones who leave this voice behind You'll be alright with proper measures added on They'll be in sight with their binoculars and camouflage But you will be alright with proper measures added on Just keep it moving Until the end of the song

The walls are decorated with moving pictures of celebrations Demonstrations by potential models and idols so as to set you forth potentially on future delegations Talkative walls get renovations It's like the times change, maybe they don't, how could I see? I'm just a pigeon falling victim to the powers that be At least til I become my own man who owns an orchard with no hourly fees Develop flavor for palette without a ballot Power is valid only in that it's grounded in prowess Heavy is the head that wear the crown but is doubted He who can't imagine what he'd amount to without it is bound to imbalance It's like the times change, yeah they probably do Just take a guess and keep on following you Just take me to the eye of the storm where it's quiet and warm And we can all go on flying along So there's a rock in my bedroom, a carpeted floor Beside it a step-stool, above is my ceiling fan Outside the door's a dealing hand And a war for better meal plans Here they stand with real demands It's like the times change, wait, what was I saying? That's right, something about the language of waiting I know if I'm patient and I stay in a wait then I've got this map up on the palm of my hand to graceland And I can take it when the time is right Yeah, I'ma take it when the time is right But I'm just conscious of the contents of my wallet With this ladder by my window and this yeti in my closet It's like the times change, but what if they don't, how could I see? I'm just a victim to the powers that be Take me to the eye of the storm where it's quiet and warm And we can all go on flying along So now I got a job, promotion is coming I got here by believing in something To think that I was just a seedling a couple decades past Now I breathe easy and I tend to laugh It's like the times change, read the news today It told me that we're broke as hell, so I threw it away Now I speak no evil while my hands are adequate Today could be my last, so I dance cadaverous Dead man walking and I'm proud of it Who you think today's man of the hour is? It all depends on who's included in your analysis When I sleep I dream of owning two palaces It's like the times change, yeah they probably do Just take a guess and keep on following you Just take me to the eye of the storm where it's quiet and warm And we can all move on flying along

Terry Foley: Vocals Recorded and mixed by Clark Conner and Eric Sanderson Mastered by Ryan Schwabe Written by Terry Foley

My simple friend just handed me a weapon for problems I probably should mention that he's figment caught in my noggin Telling me when I am wrong and when I'm wasting my time with just talking Agreeable delusions will fuse into options, now He looks identical to the closest of all my associates Followed me to Atlantic City on a trail of my notes written on post-it slips I'm over this, I swear But dare I share the truth of all my affairs Who really would care? I haven't seen the future, but I'm confident that it probably is there As far as I could tell, to think I had a choice White noise, my voice is moist and muffled but I still rejoice Watch my simple friend developing yearly, driven by fellow queries, enveloped in theory First a superhero, then grew to athlete And now he's rapping for loyal fans and hasn't a problem remaining happy So what you thinking 'bout? I remember when I first stated with this Part of it is that I'm all in a twist, but hey I slip into a dream and I forget the things I've seen The things I deem worthy in between a number of extremes To think of life as a rehearsal To think I walk in circles Asking just how I landed in this infomercial My curfew, to think I had a choice White noise, my voice is moist and muffled but I still rejoice It's something fuzzy, but I swear that it's real It's right above me and I barely can feel Dilemmas of the moral compass, familiar judges My budget is something that I have cut into nothing with substance But hey, it's something nonetheless I see my father's father stand before say "Your son will be next" And I don't really know what to make of that But oddly enough, I think I roughly kind of knew where he was at, so What you thinking 'bout? The world is intertwined My verse unified in a universe defined by simple lines Let my simple mind mingle in time Let the trustee salesman sing me jingles while I sprinkle singles for signs Felt it when I told ya, like hell is freezing over Wish that I could just just doze and melt into my sofa Instead I stay consumed by this notion of doom Don't know if it's soon, but I know that it's true Know that my life is the chronic episodically topical historical chronicles of those with whom I spoke before my time has been through I don't know you. Why do we do? Why can't I sleep? I got work in the morning, but I'm tired and week Life isn't meek There's something beautiful here but I'm too tired to see Right in the cheek, let this pharmaceutical here steer me toward a life with a peek Close my eyes, now my body is numb, I finally can sleep

(Sonni Shine) To the moon and back I will go with you To the stars and to the heights, we are what our senses can reach I travel through bodies and through Through lifetimes and cycles Just to meet you here again And be your forever friend I will leave behind possession Let go of my desire for definition Realizing together the two of us can fly We must go to it and not be shy I will close my eyes I will close my eyes