Qube: They all riddled with asthmatic gasping and Ritalin grasping asking for the fastest of acids Wracked with fibrosis after potent passes Tackling focus with rogue rodent cackling Packing static grasses Addicts laughing and passing a cup, Lapping it up, filled with sap and some bud til flashing a buzz and letting it run Cro-magnon’s in fashion in mastering fun But the blast of that rum I can't love cuz I’m elated and salivating at thoughts of me elevating I’m crazy and jaded and escalating your favorites, Pop in my playlist, they made him to make tracks snap like alligators Lets get the lames re-educated but drop the payment for making hits The money’s superfluous The joy is in when you writ it and spit it, after rehearsing it Lets reverse the quips, make it cool to be a nerd a bit Hit the books and learn to grip the hobbies that you're flirting with Sterling: Welcome to Sterling’s Rollercoast Just up on the other coast chillin eating buttered toast Water in my styrofoam Reporters at my college yo Im honest enough to tell em to come back, im acapella not really you silly who me truly cause I do me, my duty allegiance, is just to my team so we dream, unruly to the mission that they set before q got those beats for yo chess so homie lets just explore I pass time by busting rhymes yea we the next in store never less but more we huskie like okafor trust me you won’t deplore we just got here and we bout to build real estate invest we kiss the snare with success until then we will not rest too young to feel back pain or neck pain that don’t make sense kung fu shaq game big body rap game shaq’s rap game kazaam, shaq magic on the track game. Qil: Why don'tcha tell me what I'm needing I'm heeding these heathens heated by Beatings repeated in neon meetings Where greasy greetings'll getcha some easy seating, Just pardon me I'm feeding and fleeing my inner feeling Not appeasing but we don't learn to take a stand while eating Not appealing but this buzzin is fuzzin who I'm being Seizing my reasoning and reaching for winter's worth of seasoning They say relieving but how come I think I'm baby teething Maybe I'm seeking for something that's safe for pacifying Patterned by caverns my aberration got paths unwinding, Scattered like Saturn my fascinations need better timing, Tattered and battered it matters to have a dome unfrying , Laughter was sadder back before I caught myself relying, But now I'm fine and smiling -- No adders at all, just down to earth and grav defying I'm climbing adamant ladders of passion packaged like platters my passage has to be stupefying

he’s sick as an octogenarian with malaria so he sparring without an arm so that fencing is fair again and bars are on par with a hundred pages of Merriam stunting til the beats getting bludgeoned, nary can carry him cold as the pole when staying stuck in the wintertime with a moon lit sky, leaving shuckers no sunshine Supple suckers feel the frigid flow and they run crying From ammonium and septic snow in the drums, I'm a grimy groaning tyrant when inside of my head Ducking down you finding rhymes will fly right over your head Each line is a violent virus, blinding minds, never dead These lyrical lessons lethal will leave you lying in bed Hoping that it all blows over when you wake but instead V stands for Vendetta and this verse is a vent We bout to take the game over from the Aerotyne shed Logo a silhouetted hand, a notebook, and pen They said write a verse so imma write em up an article Pre and post audible, this flow runs soluble: I attack, nautical. With artifacts, Matter fact, I’m liable to phone your home and spit it like a waterfall I take it from lugubrious to jubilant Sans me, bars left naked like Rufus is Dumb it down, bind the belt, inject it for the doofuses Hop up on a hooptie and start screaming that I'm too legit! You see this isn't for the lucratives But no rhymes rattle, they epitomize exuberance All y’all battle, imma sit above the foolishness Imma cop cuisine and then consume who’s food it is This Hunger Games and you rappers looking like entrees I get it hype with Qil and Dwight you know we bomb strays I'm on the mic I spit it right like Aaron Yates I'm the man you can't pretend I ain't your mom's fav

Sterling: We would fall in line but that aint us. I shoulda made time to link up, i wanna make minds think trust at least us, thats the movement, bout time for some home improvement, tim the tool man, tooling, i was schooling overseas cooling, pops sickness had me tuned in my lil sis was going thru it, mom’s too, older bro,work overload grueling over time i grew i was cooling, seaside by the pool in my dreams, in reality doing things but inside i was two men in the mirror, I was two him’s too dim, had to prove it’s worth moving against the grain, my crew just gave more power up to the name the movement we started moving too elusive, for these haters fakeness imprudent, prudence was our best friend, fame & coolness don’t be 2 quick to let these fall from your two lips, i declare newness in the name of hip-hops truest and the truth is hiphop almost got booted ll cooled it no j’s, no new kicks this that newness better get used to it and if they don’t recognize the name, we use to it but I know they recognize the game the influence. Qil: I’m still writing, still fighting - got nerve, I got verve but my voice might not work I got game but I ain’t using the right wordses I’m not lame but I wouldn’t fit in tight purses My person’s accursed by versions of hearses Heard to be gift-wrapped in proverbial verses I’m undeserving, subserving, simply suburban And shirtless searching for courage to curtain call These lovely up above me deterrents Talk fast so I pass deferment, Say it with me so I know I’m worth it ‘Cause I sho’ ain’t perfect Gone digging and I’m far from dirtless So I can’t stop motion, can’t go Tim Burton Hands show I’m hurtin’, aunts know I’m worried Stance like “I’m fine” ‘cause hip-hop’s my jury These thoughts I bury, onslaughts of scurvy Seasick to my dome but my flow go flurry Why should I hurry? Waiting for patience to pile up A heavy escalation of outcomes Weighted in my favor for a fate like Waldo Worst-case scenario I waste like Voldo But I’ll still smile though, when I hear dial-tones, I push red for a lyrical salvo, I pull back from hysterical how come’s Lean back and laugh ‘cause I’m still so bronco Point too tonto? I’m no Rondo, Sound may be mono but I’m no John Doe Craft’s full of hip hop from no bottle And I punch lines like I’m Marciano It’s big crunch time everywhere that I go Just tryna make it from Kanto to condo I know that’s Tentacruel, check my oblongata Rap is not a hobby, it’s a kata-ana

Sterling: Summer days, autumnal influence For the truants thru with all schoolin And i cant blame them, we were clueless Thinkin they dont get the picture Cause we figure they arent too quick That was our doing Beat too sick to let it go on the radio interwaves interplay Interstate hyper flow Riding on the track pop a wheelie on the snare Doing donuts on Hihats Why u rap? Cause, I dnt care If i live half the fullest life, Be good getting murderd young Funeral of millennials Dreamers, young hooligans Who grew up in turmoil With Battles for oil drums Who gave us the world to hold Too much pressure they spoiled us Beats on beats, qubicity watch me Boil em Till im coiled in soil watch me toil til deeds are done I laugh But that aint how the story goes We pave the way then walk away, And pray the Story grows Qube: Seceding been repeated and forced by the impeders Reseeding the trees of greedy seekers and creed preachers Teaching plebs of the bravest Good gracious who can save us When the blind put pen to paper Sending us to meet our maker? Shored on the rhetoric: for this you don’t search quora But if you fill your quota, man we fill the forum and start our soaring We can part ways pedal flooring, spread the spores And repair together with hands once foreign Glory is glorified by stories and intertwined with Four score and sevenfold specified lies, ‘bout treacherous times and lecherous crimes that show love of battling and turning soldiers into cattle, chains rattle with the amaurotic in the saddle The cat’s cradle of the fable, Pride is passed down from stable to stable And the neighbors nod their noses at the smell of the foul but scared they might ignite the flames of the sweltering crowds I got that Quaker core - fighting war is nothing that’s worth fighting for I’d rather pour it all into the beat and let the mic record Inciting more poets is the pleasure that I’m writing for I might allure three or four and get em lighting midnight oil The royals might consider that a foiled plight But see I’d like to see a fight as more of just a moral blight You send them off to lands that never seen the godly light See our path is slightly bright and doesn't end in bottled nights I’m thinking twice bout all that I’ve been taught since birth Now that I’m quite old enough to see the world for what it's worth I’ve got a chance right in my hands to try to spread a friendly word I’ll say my share then send a prayer and hope that it’ll start to curb The violence that violates the nations and annihilates The vile race remains, the ones that go to greatest lengths Us quiet ranks will rise against the pile and show common sense... We’ve got to address our own regrets Sterling: Young brotha, aint heard of him blessing beats, churchin em i use to be in churches rehearsing the sermons of the pastors crash course in ethics so ketchup but i couldn’t mustard up the courage to do better so relish the dreams no beef, hotdogs only vegan so when they tell me “You aint hot dog” I don’t believe em I blame that on my father hard headed like he was thinking rock solid thoughts i was lost, all roads lead back to teachers we grew up in the village planted seeds, reaped from the tillage our neighborhoods were scrimmaged, torn apart plundered and pillaged we never saw em returned, refurbed were left unfinished and they wonder why, the questions we ask, pertain to image imagined us as we were, we become not what we thought like riches and dreams, greed and evil seeds is all we sought. Forgive us heaven. We didn’t know the consequence of not treating common folk equal, thought it was common sense

Qil: Clearly it's serious Delirium here we come with a potent dose of lyrical bacterium Are we really hearin' em or are we just feelin wearisome Cause everyone is spitting their freshest pieces of irium The people want some helium, Heely's to spill the beans and lead us to Sealy's Mounted on the ceilings of our dreams Taught to believe if Ye asks then Ye shall receive But what happens to the crowd who's doused in dollar jeans? Puh-lease we need some inspiration For better vocations, The veterans of letter spins gotta Show us the way in Open some doors conjured for testing more of our patience Waiting and pacing acres for labors that leave em aching Spending time in the mir, shining my motivation While grinding and signing papers for later living arrangements But if you got a mind for finding a revelation Just reach into the starless sky and take it Sterling: I take a deep breath, the inspiration settles in then i I go in, pad and pen, cradling my madaness, my bad cause this, is not me and the distance is my hobby, im probably a copy of somebody who was is not me i paint a picture so vivid what did he dream at night while killas go scheme at night all i do is breathe and write hip-hop aint dead it just needed a rest stop so me in q go in, and we begin with the fresh, best top of the dome flow did you notice we flyer then all the lotus silver rhymes is the old, make hits so potent and golden and if i get the chance, to be a senior citizen i don’t want to wish for past love and being a kid again so every moment, i live it like its my last feet up seat up, shades beaming dreaming on the grass my inspiration is the human experience rhymes leave em delirious, undefined no need for merriam just cherish em Qube: Duns hold up let me bury em Out back with all the dreams that I wish were there again Lost in translation since adolescence I’m scared of them Begging banging on the inside of the terrarium The world is mortal from portal windows in my plane crash Some sit in first but I'm stuck in the insane class Hounded by my dreams and get to hating where they're made at Right inside my mind where every other thoughts a brain blast I pray that, I feel alive when I spit it, in time to the rhythm know my lies are forgiven In my tithe it is written, when I finna get to living Know that I can steal a breath my future is permitted and I’m a little crazy too, my brother But Imma have your back lets get the others to recover I stutter, but mutter out this letter from your copy Peak across the aisle we’re together man, I got me

Qube: The osmotic turgidity and the cosmic lucidity Readily astounds renowned scientist centipedes The cheddar cheese on the open faced full of shredded beef Is stealing the virginity from secrets screaming let us be! But how do you define being? Sitting staring at the cracks in the ceiling? Hoping it'll all spell out the meaning Of dissecting way beyond our feeling? You're wondering whether life came from above Instead of following the light that is love Is it power to know we’re from a meteor shower? Endowed with information but never smelling the flowers Searching for her cure, never spending time around her The Fountain flows but you ignore it to climb the tower And now her disease is progressed, there’s no coming back All because you had to run laps to face facts Sterling: i had to smarten up, caution tape, lining the market up often prayed, wondering is this enough another brother from an inner city believing in change, feeling estranged from childhood friends we used to laugh and grow up, congrats turned to envy I want what they have, I want it all, but we had plenty greed of knowledge. Some brothas never went to college don’t mean they don’t got class we live in the future to much, and watch the present pass and its true we never learned how to balance we rose up in the morning just to rise to the challenge and never stopped once to smell the roses cause we were pushing since birth lifted ourselves past commotion now we’re closer to dirt and we’ll look back and wonder if its cool we did it this way when we coulda stopped this way and made history but i never regret a moment but next time the present sells time ima own it, Qil: Ya caught me crawling from a crack inside of the earth, a rebirth Of aspirations digging deep in the dirt, like beaver I'm eager To reverse This cheap curse I'm living with a heart that I would wish to be a speaker But I never learned to speak up, Only heard of shot glass We po'd it up with liquor full of ignance And some lock clasps That only held us back, Homie can hold it down But can he raise our spirits up when the time comes around? That's what it's all about... Knowledge to give when all is out Wisdom full of teeth that'll bite ya back if you call it doubt; Whiskers full of speech that'll talk you down til ya got some clout, And whispers full of bleach that'll sweep your drive when it's buggin out... Uh, that's why I gotta keep it bumpin loud Had to find a reason to breathe myself up into the clouds Got the pow, action is power, Heat inside my heart and now I'm just adding the flour This ain't no cat and mouse, this is me making Ma prouder Reaching for straws and taking what's meant for my powder What's fair is fouler, right until the play begins Just let the clock run, I'll tell you how it ends