Song: Runways ft RhyanMichele Artist(s): Kevin1100 Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse Runways In my backyard I have a pool of air… The hydrogen has been displaced... in a known spot, so not misplaced, but in another space within a thing called wind... controlled by the in and out of my decision to keep breathing... So what appears to be an empty hole seen only by the invited... is really one, of many souls, united… Blowing smoke in a world of mirrors, we hoping the world can hear us/ Recording the illest lyrics, before we’re ever appearing/ On stages nearest your region, a legion of legends bearing/ These gifts for those who are feigning our riffs of vocal coherence/ So notice that we embarrass these dudes who think that they’re rapping/ They napping while we be eating, they’re sleeping while we get cabbage/ Imagine what it would take to be emulating the greats/ On a daily basis I make the most out of my situations/ …A little patience, mixed with a bit of equations/ I’m formulating these ways to reveal all these revelations/ May we set their stage ablaze in an array of various nations/ And display something amazing that negates our limitations/ Cause, presentation’s important, we’re sporting these decorations/ Of chains, rings, and loot, I maintain the truth/ I’m just expressing my successes so I’m dressing like it to/ Best respect it cause you know I’m upper-decking on you fool/ I’m just a blessing in disguise, paying homage to a God/ That turned some dirt into a body…probably/ Just so I can hit your speakers properly…follow me/ Over to your ruler, hear your God in me, no illuminati G/ Don’t owe no apology, cause, that ain’t in my policy/ So ain’t no use in bothering me/ I’m on some other shit…hop on in the mother ship/ You‘re on a journey for you to witness hip-hop recovery/ We’re hovering – in new Nikes, at new heights, to do right/ These blue lights, pursue my, crew like…flies!/ Cause we’re the shit and they like doo-doo right, so who’s right?/ Well you’re right for listening, and they’re wrong for dissing him/ I put on, they’re whispering/ But I ain’t yelling obscenities, or developing enemies/ So that means that I’m finna’ be nothing less than a remedy/ For these negative energies that you hear in the industry/ Come with me and take two pennies of my thoughts…/ Dumb it down, or they won’t listen to me/ Spit these hieroglyphs and create my own history/ …Eye appear amidst a whole bunch of controversy/ Praying that the rhymes that I write won’t haunt me when I’m thirty/ Thirsting for some peace of mind, while they’re hating on my jewelry/ So who are you? What’s your name? Who am I preaching to?/ I’m Kevin1100 and I guess it’s nice to meet you too/ ...Won’t let my rhymes get monotonous/ I’ll grow your mind, but, no, I’m not a botanist/ Planting seeds beneath your hair, prepare you for apocalypse/ At least the smartest populous, cause they’re the ones that’s bopping this/ Yep! The smartest populous/ Prime time for money, so with mine I’ll be the optimist/ That’s why they make pockets, dog, I got to fit a knot in this/ Even when the market’s down, I stay on top of shopping list/ Number one reason why my wallet hippopotamus/ I’m putting in the work, that’s why I graduate from colleges/ So read between the lines and you can see where all the knowledge is/ I’m rocking this/ Who’s stopping this?/ Lame rappers trying to a bite, and ya’ll gon’ make me put my jock in this/ Ya’ll the reason I’m harder than these filthy stinking moderates/ So learn a lot from me and see I ain’t your average protestant/ Or burn in the sea if it ain’t no worth in bothering/ Put nails to my hands if you’re a hating cosmetologist/ Pay homage to the grave where they may lay my sarcophagus/ Make it a holiday like it’s ‘Christmahannawannacuhz’/ The world will fill and kill you softly with these empty promises/ And even with binoculars, it’s hard to find the common sense/ Listen cock swallowers, everything ain’t chocolate/ I know I blow your mind, but ya’ll choking on them sausages/ Scary looking busters steady watching how I monster this/ Taking on my challengers and turning them into carcasses/ Stay up out our way and let us know that you acknowledge us/ Women, salute they shorts like Camp Anawanna cus/ For bras and draws, we ain’t got the tolerance/ Got everybody hollering, but I don’t see the problem/ I been here, and ya’ll the second place colonists/ So don’t be mad at me cause my girl got Pocahontas tits/ Don’t be mad at me, cause ya’ll still spitting like novices/ And what’s ironic is, my rhymes will never be monotonous/ Every single time I’m demonstrating my dominance/ Women spreading their legs like their thighs made of condiments/ Truth is, to myself is where my time is spent/ I’m Kevin1100 and I’m non-anonymous/ Nigga please!/ …This is Skitcha shit, D-O-P…D-O-P-E/

Song: Swagzilla Artist(s): Kevin1100 Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse Swagzilla Ke-vin E-le-ven Hun-dred Ke-vin E-le-ven Hun-dred Ke-vin E-le-ven Hun-dred Ke-vin E-le-ven Hun-dred Ooooooh Ooooh (Ooooooh Ooooh) Ooooooh Ooooh (Ooooooh Ooooh) Aaaahhh Aaaahhh (Aaaahhh Aaaahhh) Aaaahhh Aaaahhh Aah Aaaahhh Ooooo Aaahhhh Ooooo Aaaaah Ooooo Aaaaah Ah Ke-vin E-le-ven Hun-dred …Swaaag Killaaaahhh, Swaaag Killaaaahhh Swag Killa, Swag Killa , Swag Killa, Swag Killa , Swag Killa, Swag Killa , Swag Killa, Swag Killa , Soooooo-wag Killa Welcome to the South nigga, Where triggers get squeezed (squeezed)/ See I been rollin’ through my hood, waving at the white folks/ They starin’ cus I’m rolling on D-U-Bs/ And they hearin’ every jam that I been blaring from the jeep/ and dog I'm swearin that I’m the man, I’m declaring I’m a g/ Every woman with a man be comparing him to me/ …My only rival is an iron, only idle when I’m driving/ Suicidal be the doors, the car be looking like it’s flying/ At this moment I’m the realest nigga ever/ With big’ol cohones in my pants, I’m a real bold fella/ Skitcha Records go erra’ erra’ erra’/ But make no mistake, the realest niggas ever/ If you think I copped your style then I hope you got a new one/ And a new attitude, you could use one/ Ain’t lived in the hood since I was little though/ Still a giant in these streets know the O.G. code/ Going colossal on these beats fee fie Figaro/ Niggas know I’m a problem in my neighborhood/ Hopped up off the porch, been rolling with the big dogs/ Know a lot of homies, and a few be toting Sig Sauers/ Prolly at the store getting zig zags/ If your granny ever trip then we might push her wig back/ We’re really respectable, rhymes are delectable/ Flexing in the booth while you working on your 6-pack/ And that’s heavy artillery, killing your speakers straight through your auxillaries/ New hoes be feeling me, old ones be hatin’/ Cuz they standing in the back while the front going crazy/ But we don’t ever save'em/ (Background operatic vocals continue) My granny still ain’t in no hover round/ My granny still ain’t in no…My granny still ain’t in no My granny still ain’t in no hover round/ My granny still ain’t in no…My granny still ain’t in no MY granny still ain’t in no hover round/ My other grands prolly still hover ‘round/ Brought Reign in the game, now we cover ground/ With cover girls making a whole bunch of other sounds/ Heavy artillery, killing your speakers straight through your auxiliaries/ New hoes be feeling me, old ones be hating/ ‘cus they standing in the back, while the front going crazy/ But we don’t ever save'em/ Too much money to be making/ Raised in a nation of dangerous places/ Where Jays on the feet of the sleep niggas waking/ To 21st century beats on the faders/ Still got soul, so we don’t need savin/ Can’t keep it real if my language ain’t flagrant/ Had to take it back to the basics/ Tightened up my laces, got accelerating/ Let a hater hate ‘cause they ain’t participating/ (Background operatic vocals and Martial Arts/Kung Fu sounds) Shit, I’m finna be a superstar in China/ Stunting in Amurdica, at least the Yin real though/ The government’s corrupt; niggas don’t be giving a fuck/ We just be acting like we chill yo, for real though/ And I’ve been this way since ya’ll were doing the heel toe/ Cutting grass, stacking mad bills in my bill fold/ Shutting down the plant in my steel toes/ Then I got a plan and some real goals/ Get money kick it with my team like a field goal/ …And now I live in wish-a-nigga-woods/ Just living life like every nigga should/ Chill real good/ And Prolly still killin’ roaches in them new neighborhoods/ And Prolly still killin’ roaches in them new neighborhoods/ And Prolly still killin’ roaches in them new neighbor…hoods/ Swagzillaaaa…Hahahaha, hahahah, haha…Swag killer/ (Background operatic vocals continue) 


Song: Itsubishi CKG (A White Big Beautiful Car) Artist(s): Kevin1100 Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse Itsubishi CKG Okay, my wheels not that big/ But I keep’em clean/ Got a few scratches but that don’t keep’em from shining/ Got these haters squinting like their ethnicity Chinese/ I toss’em two fingers like uhn, you should try these/ Mmm I got some good ssssshhh/ Ya’ll suckers constipated/ Never say it, only cuz I’d rather display it/ So when I’m riding round’ my city looking upgraded/ Got my homies hanging out the windows, all I hear’em say is/ Let these haters hate, cuz they show’ll can’t participate/ Let these haters hate, cuz they show’ll can’t participate/ Let these haters hate, cuz they show’ll can’t participate/ Let these haters hate, cuz they show’ll can’t participate/ I know how to modify the engine in these old school vehicles/ Buicks, Hondas, Jeeps, rolled in each of those/ And Now my girlfriend drive a bimmer and she like to drop her top/ I’m tryna cop another drop, just to chill in parking lots…/ A shark on the land my nigga, learn how to swim/ Even the motor be strokin’ swimming through oceans of wind/ Hokus pokus on the gas, I’m getting’ ghosted/ Shift dimensions like a pharaoh, may I never descend/ Hitting switches that don’t do shit, but just light up the scene/ Got police lurkin for niggas, because they know that we kings/ We can’t help but bling bling and get black in the spring/ Only attracted to queens/ And add that to the fact, I rapped immaculately/ Over the savagest beats/ you gotta manifest your will or be a casualty/ my windows down, endo in the air/ hand me down nintendo systems installed in the chair/ Okay, my wheels not that big/ and yeah they thirteens/ Going hard between the lines, but that don’t stop me from swerving/ a nigga with some drive gon’ ball, like Kyrie Irving/ I toss’em two fingers like unh, buy my jersey/ Mmm I got some good ssssshhh/ Ya’ll suckers constipated/ Ssshit, ain’t gotta say it/ Ain’t even really gotta display it/ Living just enough for the city, still be getting faded/ Got my homies peeping out the windows, I can hear’em thinking’/ Let these haters hate, cuz they show’ll can’t participate/ Let these haters hate, cuz they show’ll can’t participate/ Let these haters hate, cuz they show’ll can’t participate/ Let these haters hate, cuz they show’ll can’t participate/ So I been swerving right past all my past I’ma changed man/ on the straight and narrow but the lanes rearranging/ Rubber, meet the road, get acquainted/ Several miles over If I’m feeling really dangerous/ Better buckle up, I ride the beat like a pornstar/ Haters looking weak, like 7 days of time/ Cus I rhyme sharper than the thorns are on a rose vine/ I Don’t think a rap genius can decode mine/ Diamonds in a coal mine/ Nigga spittin gems like the whole time/ Gold diggers know cuz they think I gotta gold mind/ Hit a couple curbs, but my wheels still roll fine/ And when I touched down, all my homies at the goal line/ mashing on the gas when the gas tank is empty/ Just enough fumes to go vroom when I’m bending round my city on these twenties/ Drawing up a plan, like the first black Davinci/ Out here making ends meet…/ Okay, my wheels not that big-a…/ I still keep’em clean/ Got a few scratches but that don’t keep’em from shining/ Gotchyo girl squintin, lookin’ like she from the far east/ Toss her two fingers like unh, you should try these Mmm I got some good shit/ Them other busters constipated/ Shit ain’t gotta say it/ Only cus I rather display it/ Living just enough for the city, getting upgraded/ Got my homies aiming out the windows… Better duck/

Song: Gateway2000 ft $tu $imon Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse Gateway2000 Always distracted by the things that I’m attracted to/ Like fast coupes with the roofs that’s retractable/ To tell the truth I was through with living practical/ Just tryna ride 500 horses with no saddle yo/ Doing the most with a little bit/ So when I get rich then you know that this kid gon’ be sick with it/ Long as I’m eating I’m spitting lines worth tweeting/ And that’s the bottom line like pound sign real nigga shit/ My life is trending, I’m tired of blending/ In with these fools that sleep on my beginnings/ ‘Cause in the ending, I’m making these ends meet/ And that’s my M.O. that’s N-O pretending/ I’ll get my kinfolk in these limo’s thats bending/ Corners round the world like their luxury’s lengthy/ So we yolo till we die, then its mansions in the sky right/ Glad to be alive, hallelujah, praise God/ But while on earth, I’m emphasizing the differences/ Between you regulars and my dudes that’s reinventing this/ Game we bout to get up in, so get a pen and take notes/ ‘Cause you c-sharp dudes out here handlin’/ And dismantling instrumental tracks with great flows/ So be grateful, ‘cause the auditory’s tasteful/ I waste no time for your mind, catch a faceful/ Of that great pull, you gon’ learn but this ain’t school/ The shampoo I use make my pubes smell like fresh fruit/ she love it when I rap, cuz now her nigga getting’ fresh too/ I ain’t got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain/ I know some hoes, but I’m out the game/ Rappin’ like a pro (but without) nigga, fuck the fame/ I ain’t got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain/ I know some hoes, but I’m out the game/ Rappin’ like a pro (but without) nigga, fuck the fame/ You can’t...save what you don’t make/ Niggas get paid to act like a slave/ This everyday in the US of A/ The nigga on stage found his escape/ Tightened up his jays and then he ran a way/ And went from naps to braids/ Braids to waves/ And then he got faded off haterade/ Swerved bull shit like escalades/ On 28s around barracades/ So let the haters hate/ On this amazing grace/ This ain’t a paper chase/ but the paper straight/ Fresh from the press/ Spend some, save some, burn the rest/ I don’t believe in beef so get it off ya chest/ Gettin’ paid to preach cus my speech is blessed/ Each and every phrase I say, will make you think that I’m a seasoned vet/ We killin’ this shit till the beat is dead/ To make it live on/ Cuz we champions/ Ya’ll ambien/ Sleepin’ on a nigga that’s handling/ I just make it happen then plan again/ Got more drive than Americans/ But don’t mistake that for no arrogance/ Cus that would be too ‘unamerican’ (say what?) Better salute the flag soldier…Say what? Better stand in place…Nigga say what? Shit! I said stand in place young nigga…Fuck’s wrong whichu?...Fuck that shit… The hand of the man in the kitchen/ Is grabbin the pans and the dishes/ He’s whippin’ some chickens/ The end of his mission is tender and crispy/ He grew up on chitlins in Silver (that’s true) His mother’s Elizabeth/ He’s gotta whole buncha brothers and sisters with/ The oldest of all of the siblings/ The darkest of all of the children/ He’s probly got knowledge and wisdom to pass and depart (Like what?)/ Like how to go start you a business/ Or slaughter a hog and process a sausage/ Or get you some sauces to go with your entrée/ I gotta go watch and just listen/ And sop like a mop or a biscuit/ I bought me a cannon to document all of my kinsmen answering all of my quizzin’/ And all of this talking is profit I promise to use it to win me an Oscar/ And author a doc about South Carolina/ The honor and drama of tryna get dollars/ Mommas with Hondas and three baby fathers/ No matter the city, the town, or the county/ These niggas is chillin but down to get rowdy/ Out we been counted but losin’ is doubted/ And then we took it from the jump drive, to the e-mail/ Just a nigga living life for the details/ Sell and re-tell on different tracks/ Never derail when I called Raiin and put it on the tracks/ My mind is trained, so I sell it back/ Cus I know the truth/ I saw’em in the mirror, then I hit the booth/ I saw’em in the mirror then I hit the booth/ I ain’t got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain/ I know some hoes, but I’m out the game/ Rappin’ like a pro (but without) nigga, fuck the fame/ I ain’t got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain/ I know some hoes, but I’m out the game/ Rappin’ like a pro (but without) nigga, fuck the fame/

Song: Forever (Feat. J.Marquis) Artist(s): Kevin1100 Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse Forever I was in love a little bit harder… yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Woooaah oooh ooh… I hope I feel this way forever, I hope I feel this way forever girl, I hope I feel this way forever, Oh yeah.. Ooooohh ooooh oooh See I always knew that love was more than physical/ That’s how come we touch with these forces invisible/ Still fussing over the same shit, cause we’re still individuals/ Defining the fine line between in love and miserable/ The holidays tend to seem to keep us close/ For all the days that’s not holidays, I execute apologies the most/ I’m sorry babe, I’m close/ Close to being perfect, but really that’s your role/ And all I’m saying is, you are, and yes I mean it/ An ass-hole, I’ve been it/ The stuff you don’t stress would have these other hoes screaming/ Dirty cars over distance, with God as my witness/ Double E with no resistance, I’ll bring princess riches/ Treasure on a circle, put that circle on your hand/ I might not be too super, but I want to be your man/ Determined to reach the top with you the motivation/ And man, I’m striving to be right, like first in aviation, so fly with me/ Fly with me, with me, with, with me, with me/ Fly with me, with me, with, with me, with me/ Fly with me, with me, with, with me, with me/ Fly with me, with me, with, with me, with me/ Fly with me, with me, with, with me, with me/ Fly with me, with me, with, with me, with me/ Fly with me, with me, with, with me, with me/ Fly with me, with me, with, with me, with me/ Girl, that’s the sound of love…that’s the sound of love…that’s the sound of love She’s 5’5” with big brown eyes, to my surprise it’s no lies/ This pretty lady chose me over all these other guys/ I knew I was the best, but for her to recognize/ Whispered something in my soul, like this might just be your wife/ Nicknames to show affection, cause affection proves the love/ And her existence proves reality of the one that sits above/ So please, Lord, let it be that we will stay on one accord/ Money won’t make a difference on whom we can afford/ Bread winner verses so poor all we have is bread for dinner/ Prayer to Lord from a sinner, I really hope you finna/ Let us get lettuce, you bet I’m talking all kinds of cheddars/ Better leave our kids with bank notes, instead of death letters/ Forever legends, I’m swearing that we’re bound to start a dynasty/ Basically I’m promising; we’ll reach our fantasy finally/ She always got my back, that means, she stay in line with me/ So instead of fighting while I’m driving baby sit tight and ride with me, and lean/ Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean/ Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean/ Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean/ Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean/ Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean/ Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean/ Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean/ Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean/ Girl, that’s the sound of love…that’s the sound of love…that’s the sound of love Her clothes mold into a shape that emphasizes her anatomy/ I lust for her badly, even her daddy can’t be mad at me/ And that’s just the reality of why I act ecstatically/ Every time my Dougie get to see my Patty May-o-naise/ And every time my Corey gets to make my Topanga cheese/ I’m feeling like an orangutan…swinging throught banana trees/ My prime mate, but that’s enough monkey business/ Now I use opposable digits to dial the sequence of her digits/ Remember the first time we met I couldn’t even hold her interest/ I had cornrows, and intentions unspecific/ Subject to looking suspect, and I didn’t know her name/ But my approach was super smooth, so in a way she dissed my game/ Flip forward through the pages as I sift through memories/ Today to make us more relatable, I shift my tendencies/ That’s real love, and I know she feeling this energy/ It’s singing to her soul, the song is only supplementary, that’s real/ I hope I feel this way for ever… I hope I feel this way for ever… I hope I feel this way for ever… I hope I feel this way for ever… For ever-ever, for ever-ever, ever-ever, ever-ever, ever-ever, ever-ever, ever-ever , ever-ever, ever-ever, ever-ever, ever-ever? Shawty twist the knobs until the water gets warm/ Shawty twist the knobs until the water gets warm/ Shawty twist the knobs until the water gets warm/ And let’s just ride into the sun until the break of dawn/ And let’s just ride into the sun until the break of dawn/ And let’s just ride into the sun until the break of dawn/

Song: Sex & Drugs Artist(s): Kevin1100, Reign Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse Sex & Drugs By nature I’m just a horny and hungry creature, evil in demeanor/ My penis is big as a meter, my ego big as my weiner/ When feigning for senoritas, Old Englishes by the liter/ Livin’ for the freaking weekend, act like I ain’t got no weakness/ I be kickin’ it like FIFA, pressin B and just repeatin/ Ain’t no squares shall ever enter in the circle of a winner/ Chillin’ like I’m chiefin’ reefer, with some hoes that look like keepers/ Straight-up stuntin’ on safari, on my Mac just like a cheetah/ Leven Hunnid never lyin’, that’s the freshest bar since lever/ Either…I’m going hard, or it’s really nice to meet cha’/ All you friends going natural, looking like cha cha cha chias/ I just call it how I see it as I exorcise these demons/ I’m sick as hell of this flesh of mine/ Feeling like it need to make up its own mind/ Lyric insanity it’s just us two/ Running my conscience like duck, duck, goose/ Might as well pick up a ticket and catch’em a plane/ And get the hell away from me/ But it’s harder than I don’t know what/ But I got a spirit and it keep saving me/ But my bad habits be breaking me/ And consuming me on my own shit/ Sometimes I can’t stand myself, feeling like jumping ship on my own shit/ But that was all a damn thing/ Got a ball and chain in my lane/ And I just can’t seem to kick it, I got a lot of sex and drugs in my lane to maintain/ At least I think so/ But my mind be on getting that doh/ What’s the difference in paying taxes, we’re obligated even when we’re broke/ But nevertheless we’re never gon’ stop struggling/ Struggling ever since my granddaddy was hustling/ ‘Cause of him I’m in charge I’m running them demons into oblivion let’s begin/ Reign dawg… Chilling with my homie, homie rollin up a plane/ Twist it tight, light it up, take away the pain/ Feeling like a kite flying with a silver string/ Nothing left on this earth that a nigga wanna to gain/ You can try weed once, but you’ll never be the same/ If my soul be lost then I be the one to blame/ What’s a gun to a vest, what’s a vest to cannon/ What’s a cannon if it never go bang/ What’s a man that claim he never felt insane/ For a bell to rang with his dang-a-lang/ Like brrrraaangadaaanggg/ I hope in hell it rains, I hope that heaven is great/ So that in any case, all my homies straight/ All of the rules we break, will make the haters hate/ The women we date will make’em masterbate/ I know the things we say will sound blasphemay/ You need to bow your face, ‘cause it’s time to pray/ Lord! Why you make my flesh so weak? Sex and drugs, sex and drugs/ Why you make my flesh so weak!? Sex and drugs, sex and drugs/ Why you make my flesh so weak!? Sex and drugs, sex and drugs/ Pleasure and euphoria…/ It ain’t easy/ Keeping my mind elevated up, like a roller coaster/ Living it down, I’m in turmoil/ No more soon, I might overdose/ Tellin’ me I don’t have no more choices/ Looking, but I don’t have no remorse for/ Niggas who ain’t trying to get away from the system instead of buying brand new Porshes/ No act can move my notion/ My feet planted, I can’t stand it/ So I keep my options open, It’s like I’m banded from this whole planet/ Where I’m gon’ go?/ My fault for being different/ Matter fact I couldn’t give you two fucks/ About your feelings, but ain’t got nothing to do with my bucks, yeah life sucks/ But I ain’t trippin’/ ‘Cause I gotta be strong for my kids, they’re my side kicks/ Trying to plan every move ahead of time, like I’m a psychic/ But ain’t biting, but I ain’t worried about it/ Was an employee to a factory, it don’t bother me/ And I been doing me, what the hell it look like offering a nigga some kind of apology/ Is you crazy?/ By day one way, by night another, party hearty with my brothers/ Roll one up and then we hover, get messed up and then recover/ I’ma beast minus ‘A’ I’m the best/ From the east, getting beef from the west/ Put D’s on a jeep, for no reason I’m blessed/ Mami got D’s all squeezed in a dress/ That she borrowed from her friend that got C’s on her chest/ …That’s the reason the hot seasons be the best/ I don’t believe in things that don’t relieve my stress/ I put G’s in the bank, I got G’s on deck/ I’m a seasoned vet, I don’t think we’ve met/ ...........but we from the Met/ Nigga rep yo set/ Protect you click/ Grind until you filthy rich/ And once you jing-a-ling-a-ling/ cop you and ya pops some matching pinky rings that bling/ Build your mom a house and buy your girl some lavish things/ Don’t let these Sex & Drugs out here distract from your dreams/ I only rap bout what I seen and what I know/ What I know/

Song: Jungles-N-Woods Artist(s): Kevin1100 Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse Jungles-N-Woods I been livin’ my life up on the wild side/ It ain’t no church here/ Just keepin’ it a hunnid, and I’m only in the third gear/ And now we got real rap feigns gettin’ served here/ Whatchu’ mean you ain’t heard yet!?/ Skitcha Niggas getting off/ Just some country thugs throwing molotovs/ Bustin’ down barriers/ Livin’ jet life but never hovered in a harrier/ 8-0-3 the area/ Only roll the best that’s available/ I treat my niggas like brothas/ If I got it, it’s theirs/ You know the fam know wassup, now that I’m finally here/ So what’s a year in the past, to the present/ I ain’t got time for no rhymes, these are lines with a message/ This SkiTcha Records shit was my destiny/ Keep my mind hard at work…/ Until my body rest in peace, Please!/ Have mercy on my soul Lord/ I’m only doing what I know reading books, I was so bored/ But I’ma B-O-O-K/ Under a spell to get Moh-Money/ Pass it all around, keep hittin’ licks for the fun of it/ You wouldn’t know unless you done this shit/ Runnin’ for my life/ Chasin’ down bliss/ My niggas aim high, and keep shootin’ if we miss/ Class dismissed…take your safeties off/ Empty all your shells, aim well, and throw them moletovs/ I’m not blind, I got the openest eye/ And keep my lid low/ Summer love child gone wild with his billfold/ Prolly freestyle for a while with his kinfolk/ Been broke/ Never going back, fuck that/ Tryna pull up in some shit that make’em ask what’s that/ And who in it/ The windows tinted/ I bet he get a bunch of women/ Comin’ from these jungles and woods/ I’m comin’ from these jungles and woods, woods/ These Jungles and woods/ Jungles and woods/ …Paradise City Bitch! Comin’ from these jungles and woods/ I’m comin’ from these jungles and woods, woods/ These Jungles and woods/ Jungles and woods/ …Paradise City Bitch! They say I’m not supposed to know/ What I’ve been seeing in my telescope/ And that religion is the only antidote/ For being hella dope and seeing all these things/ I had sex with an angel, she ain’t had no wings/ Wasn’t a virgin neither/ And then I seen a preacher chiefin’ on the finest reefer/ A hell of a sequence on the scene I see daily/ When careenin’ out of my bed into a skydive of life/ I freestyle as I slice into the wind/ I know precisely when to…cut to get open/ So fuck yo government/ They say the gold is gone, my niggas still hustlin’/ We just tryna make a better way/ Stay awake and meditate/ Light it up and levitate/ For any reason celebrate/ Pacin’ on our paper chase/ Makin’ it from day to day/ Doing what I know, but I ain’t learn this shit in school/ Doing what I know, but I ain’t learn this shit in school/ Doing what I know, but I ain’t learn this shit/ I learned this shit in…./ Jungles and woods/ I’m comin’ from these jungles and woods, woods/ These Jungles and woods/ Jungles and woods/ …Paradise City bitch!

Song: RIP Young Simba Artist(s): Kevin1100, Oscar Lee Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse RIP Young Simba No man should live life dreamin’ without execution/ Excellence invades souls to do this/ Hard work, should not elude us/ Instead become congruent/ To those leading revolutions/ Skitcha’s gunna’s music/ Ammunition can be found in decisions made/ Fired shots can hit targets from light-years away/ Far from sages…we go through stages/ Of development, skimming through scriptures and turning the pages/ Every step taken carries heavyweight from yester year/ And every victory felt, erodes doubts and fears/ Let a monument of tattered plans/ Be sunlight when clouds come and cover our lands/ Many we know will never get to truly understand/ How it feels to take flight and never truly land/ Keep them in mind, as we travel to the highest heights/ And if we use all of our might, we might just change a life…or two/ We are the few that influence the many/ We never had much/ Quick to give away plenty/ Let the goal be to give’em all something they’ll remember/ Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba/ We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord/ But now you got to get up, get out, and get something…what are you waiting for?/ And you already know I’m down to ride/ And you already know I’m down to ride/ And you already know I’m down to ride/ Just like Old Jr. says, I just want to be great/ Livin’ to my fullest pulling strings till they straight/ My daddy taught me well, and my mom is really great/ So they’re the reason why I’m steady tryna get this cake dawg/ This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums/ This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums/ And when I’m throwin’ concerts, ya’ll better show up/ And show out, for being the reason I pour up/ ‘Cause when I pour out/ I’m reminiscent of the ones that didn’t make it/ Like Lee Cannon, and Christian Davis/ ‘Cause someday it’s/ Gonna be an obituary bearing all the faces that I’ve made since/ I’ve…stepped into the scene in the Lord’s good graces/ Just an innocent little one from eighty-eight/ Yes, it’s my birthday/ Circulate around the sun one more time and let the whole earth celebrate/ My momma full of joy like her namesake/ My daddy full of pride like a Disney tape/ Made 4 years before ninety-eight/ And a year before that, my little sister was born/ But that’s irrelevant; I still keep plenty reasons to believe in praying/ Like hoping Uncle Bruh finds his way off this pavement/ Hope my homies really take advantage of the ways that I’m pavin’/ As I forever wade in, the Lord’s good graces/ While I’m drivin a rental cars from avis/ Plotting out different ways to do shows in Vegas/ And get bunch of haters that’ll blame it all on Satan/ As if my success, don’t mean that I sucked less/ And had to watch some friends walk while I elevated/ It’s not enough words to show what I’ve created/ I’ma have to quit my job before this hits my boss’s playlist/ Crossing my fingers is just way to faithless/ Crossing my fingers is just way to… / Superstitious, while all these other niggas is livin’ fables/ Chillin’ at they crib flippin through basic cable/ Telling all they homies that they grinding/ I came to keep it real, this is more than just rhyming/ Some people think they know me, but can’t find me/ A young nigga getting money, tell me why is that surprising?/ So, if you got my number use it wisely, especially if you ain’t got verizon/ I took the day off to see the sunrise/ Seen my parents dad’s get old but they never died/ They live inside as I walk around the sun one more time/ And figure out a way to leave a little more space in between my rhymes/ We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord/ But now you got to get up, get out, and get something…what are you waiting for?/ And you already know I’m down to ride/ And you already know I’m down to ride/ And you already know I’m down to ride/ Moment of silence for Tally, Walter, and Flo!/ Cuz through my heritage, blessings are bestowed/ And real family secrets will never be disclosed/ So, I dedicate this hook to Viola Mayo dawg/ This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums/ This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums/ Rhyan, it’s happening/ Phone blowing up, and all his homies want to rap with him/ These chicks spit they mac to him/ Tell Logan, we gon’ make it, you can see it in my eyes/ As I rise to the top, my team never surprised/ And if I cop a dope chick, then it’s no chicks on the side/ Everything I touch turns gold, now that’s pride/ On this road to riches/ I’ll put my friends in positions/ To ball and crossover bitches/ And teach all my little cousins get money and duck switches/ I won’t stop until white women know my songs better than I do/ And I’m hyping up a caravan of killas totin’ rifles/ I pray I never eat a word when they give me titles/ Young kids with no future prolly see me as they idol/ When I pull up to the curb, I let my jeep do that/ Saying nothing but some words, they like how he do that/ Looking mighty fly like when an eagle flap/ Rapping and living life, like a real regal cat/ So gon’ head and scream/ Throw up all your hands/ Ladies grab your man, and show him how you dance/ Celebrate your youth like we live in Neverland/ We just want to be fly for a while/ Like a single engine Cessna/ Gliding back from the Netherlands/ Living in our prime as if no other way is relevant/ Knowing I’d be big since I was small like an elephant/ With bass in my trunk, these analogies are relevant/ Where will I be when forever finds me?/ When it’s niggas growing horns while I’m trying on wings/ Staring in the mirror at a naked human being/ Praising the heavens for blessing him with this length/ And the size of my gonads…no broke back/ But I find my family jewels are real immaculate/ Somebody better tell my girlfriend that she can thank my dad/ And both my granddads for this nice black packaging/ I hope she stay with me when this shit start happening/ Told my whole crew, real rap is comin’ back again/ I got shit I gotta do, if I don’t I’ll die too soon/ So many fine women how am I to choose/ When a nigga in his prime, he ain’t scared to lose/ When a nigga in his prime, he ain’t scared to lose/

Song: Higher Artist(s): Kevin1100, Bennie Sav Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse Higher Let’s get high and start hallucinatin’/ (really high) Sick and tired of always concentratin’/ On this bull shit I see (fuck that) Got me making faces/ I swear this world is finna finna end/ Finna finna finna end so…/ Let’s get high and start hallucinatin’/ (really high) Sick and tired of always concentratin’/ On this bull shit I see (fuck that) Got me making faces/ I swear this world is finna finna end/ Finna finna finna end so…/ …Are you scared yet? Cuz the world finna end/ I’m finna call my girlfriend again, and tell her that I love her/ Damn!...My phone don’t work/ A solar flare flew from the sun and hit mother earth/ And the world fell dark, and her people went crazy/ Lately, I’ve been livin’ my life like yesterday was the apocolypse/ I might sock a bitch, and pull a soccer mom, it’s like a soc-a-thon/ I’m just kickin’ it with my friends and shit/ And yeah I cuss a lot, you like hearing it/ But my moms wasn’t feeling it, prayed for deliverance/ Niggas getting’ saved then it’s back to doing nigga shit/ Doing what I know when I roll with my affiliates/ It just so happens to be niggerish/ Rappin’ this shit is gibberish/ Getting money is obvious/ The skies are blue from nitrogen and hydrogen and oxygen/ My father said that anything is possible/ And I been working on a plan, planning for the day/ Searching for a break, maintaining anyway/ Get it how I live, live with what I get/ Helping out my nigs, only getting rich/ …Just so we can all live straight/ Skitcha on my back and I still elevate/ Puttin’ in the work, I know the skrilla on the way/ Started in a room, I see a building getting made/ Moving on up, till we livin’ in the sky/ The fish don’t fry in the kitchen, the beans don’t burn on the grill/ When you eating like a savage foreal/ My nigga Bennie Sav know the deal/ Let’s get high and start hallucinatin’/ (really high) Sick and tired of always concentratin’/ On this bull shit I see (fuck that)/ Got me making faces/ I swear this world is finna finna end so/ Let’s get high and start hallucinatin’/ (really high) Sick and tired of always concentratin’/ On this bull shit I see (fuck that) Got me making faces/ I swear this world is finna finna end/ Finna finna finna end so…(Skitcha...)/ You better recognize a Eastside nigga when you see one/ ‘Cause everyday we eat raw raps, hope you don’t be one/ I’m a backward ass kinobe/ Promise niggas can hold me/ Flow sharper than razor blades so watch your head or you’ll Ginobli, see/ I’m just a youngin’ that’s scheming on getting rich and shit/ But all ya’ll wanna hear is hoes all on my dick and shit/ Especially the hoes, they love when you on some pimpin’ shit/ But that ain’t me, I rather keep it 8-0-3/ I know you heard of that, but then you probably didn’t/ My city prayin’ for Jordan, we only had a few Pippens/ I’ma keep it 100 a few of you niggas spittin/ But the throne is made for one, and see Bennie Sav on mission/ Bennie Sav on a mission while these other niggas bitchin’/ I’ma kill the competition, annihilate all the witnesses/ Leave all the evidence, it’s no need for forensics/ And remain at the scene of the crime just so you know who did it/ But then they like, who am I?/ I’m the best that there never was/ Or you never met/ Fighting for respect/ Gave these niggas a warning, but still they chose to neglect/ The savage is really ‘bout it, but now I’m up on they necks/ They made me an assassin, decapitating these rappers/ Has slowly grown to a passion, it’s true what they say bout habits/ Really hard to break, especially breaking the bad ones/ So, who the fuck gon’ stop me?/ I can only imagine, huh/ A flame thrower in the booth blowin’ esses/ Smooth dude who bring all the truth to the session/ Go on and whip the camera out, let me do all the flexing/ I’m playing this game for keep/ You play like the Houston Texans huh/ Bow your head and thank the Lord for the message/ Another verse, another chance to give Him my confessions/ I’m just a fuckin’ statistic/ ‘Nother wanna be rapper ass right out the gutta/ My life is the young and wreckless/ Dream like Dr. King, so I get lost in my thoughts/ Heart of Huey warrior, dressed in all black like the boss/ Mind of a maniac, I’m Malcom exactly the reasons/ All praises go to Allah, mother fuck your pledge of allegiance/ My beard is thick as Tahiry/ Going ham for a reason/ Hungry as Rhamadon, and eatin’ rappers so easy/ Bennie, I be the savage/ Kevin, he be the genius/ You put us two on the track, and I promise you Hiroshima/ Let’s get high and start hallucinatin’/ (really high) Sick and tired of always concentratin’/ On this bull shit I see (fuck that)/ Got me making faces/ I swear this world is finna finna end so/ Let’s get high and start hallucinatin’/ (really high) Sick and tired of always concentratin’/ On this bull shit I see (fuck that) Got me making faces/ I swear this world is finna finna end/ Finna finna finna end so…

Song: In the Morning (Emerald City) Artist(s): Kevin1100 Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse In the Morning (Emerald City) When you on’ streets of gold, streets of gold/ Don’t nobody care whatchu riding on/ But the wheels are chrome, the wheels are chrome/ …Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/ Chill with my niggas from around the corner/ Reminisce with my homies from my alma matas/ Hit a couple licks, split it with my mama/ (with my baby mama) Might spend a little bit on marijuana/ and maybe(baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die/ Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/ Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride/ and maybe(baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die/ Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/ Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride/ Girl, I ain’t got no mo’ room in my car for you/ But baby I’ll ride to the bar whichu/ Or you and yo friends meet me my friends/ …At my homeboy’s barbecue/ See plenty hoes fine, I’on fall for that/ They told me to call, but never call me back/ “But this Brazilian weave,” I’m too raw for that/ And now I gotta girlfriend in the city in the middle of the woods/ Livin’ life like every nigga should/ She met me as a boy - I became a man/ Gotta understand a young nigga on a mission aint quittin/ All she need is love, not Sex & Drugs/ All she want is a man, but every niggas a thug…and at the end of the day/ …She just another woman I love/ and she love me back/ I got sisters from the same mister/ A momma who don’t like drama/ A granny who ain’t even know I was rappin/ Or thinking bout trappin, I’ll do what I can for my fam/ Even clapping at niggas who don’t understand/ There’s a law that we live by/ A code we be keeping/ I hope you aint sleeping, they counting the sheep/ They watchin TV…These niggas aint listened to me/ When you on’ Streets of gold, streets of gold/ Don’t nobody care whatchu riding on/ But the wheels are chrome the wheels are chrome/ …Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/ Chill with my niggas from around the corner/ Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas/ Hit a couple licks, wit my baby mama/ Might spend a little bit on marijuana/ and baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/ Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/ Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride/ and baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/ Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/ Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride/ Maybe we should, put another L in the air…/ For the niggas dumping shells from them glass houses…./ Put another L in the air…/ For the hoes working hard enough to turn to spouses/ and if you don’t smoke, get high off life/ nigga, pass the peace, I’m tryn’a spark the light/ Write it down and spit it in the mic/ play it back. See what it sound like, and that’s loud right/ Because, they say that time is money, it’s calling, you don’t listen/ Gold and glitter glisten, but niggas don’t know difference/ Lob a couple bullets, live lawless/ or be a victim of another nigga getting it in when on his mission/ So I’ma spend this money till I’m satisfied/ I know it ain’t real, but I still fantasize/ of stacking dead prez, while I’m still alive/ we ain’t never ever gonna die, or be victimized/ Rather be chillin, could be working, but I rather relax/ time is tickin, rhymes and rhythm/ define the system when I’m rippin these tracks/ and divine wisdom keep earth intact/ Ain't no reversing that/ Even When you on streets of gold, streets of gold/ Don’t nobody care whatchu riding on/ But the wheels are chrome/ (the wheels are chrome) …Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/ Chill with my niggas from around the corner/ Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas/ Hit a couple licks, for my baby mama/ Might spend a little bit on marijuana/ and if only we could buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/ Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/ Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride/ and if only we could buy our way to heaven, and would pray we never die/ Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/ Money on the rise and we fuck sometimes/ I just be rappin’ what is happenin’/ Evoking old emotions sometimes/ I spit my mind so fuck my job ya’ll can have this shit/ I’ll build my own establishment/ And buya whole buncha all that lavish shit/ That I ain’t even had to get/ And I hope I don’t die today/ Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/ Only getting high just to get away/ Only getting high just to get away/ And I hope I don’t die today/ Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/ Only getting high just to get away/ Only getting high just to get away/ And I hope I don’t die today/ Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/ Only getting high just to get away/ Only getting high just to get away/ And I hope I don’t die today/ Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/ Only getting high just to get away/ Only getting high just to get away/

Song: Ain’t Shit Changin’ Artist(s): Kevin1100 Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse Ain’t Shit Changin’ Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/ Ancient wisdom on my mind, and these demons look divine/ I got a angel that be feigning me/ Oh she’s a fine woman, you know/ a real fancy thing at that/ And you know what I bet ya?/ I’ll bet you she’s a real lady in the streets and a real freak in the B-E-D/ Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/ Soon enough I’ll be whipping round, in another whip/ Engine so loud that you thought it was the mothership/ Ain’t shit changing but the scenery!/ Swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, Swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, Swag harder, swag/ Everything about my life is perfect, when I count my blessings/ Still chasing cash, a mad dash to lessen stresses/ It’s just another ill day in America/ Kevin Eleven uh…Hunnid DUH!/ Credit the creator for the labor on the track/ I be working like a slave in an oven with a grave on my back/ Probably getting paid, hmmm…really great how bout that?/ I’m just doing what I love, so my semen don’t suffer/ Keep these kids afloat, but fuck a rubber love your lover - skeet/ And if you niggas missed it duck for cover cuz my muzzle/ Is lethal, he speaking what the third eye see in/ Just a few winged ones and a bunch of sly demons/ This world is fucked up and materialistic/ I’m trying to live the word and they act like they don’t hear it/ And clearly I’m a spirit, and the rest of them just niggas/ Suffering in a system, steady grinding with persistence/ But we don’t know no better, chasing cheddar, just to better our existence, dismiss this/ Tell me what you know about hell/ Been waiting on God so long/ Nigga I can’t tell/ Too many biotcheez, not enough angels/ So when I get this Ferrari, I’ll still whip the Jeep with twenties on the feet/ Yeah, it’s a 1999, but it R-I-D-E/ Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/ Ancient wisdom on my mind, and these demons look divine/ I got a angel that be feigning me/ Oooo, she got a round booty/ And some big ass titties/ A woman like that’ll make you go crazy/ That’s whatcha need/ And you better treat her right/ Treat her good/ Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/ Soon enough I’ll be whipping round, in another whip/ Engine so loud that you thought it was the mothership/ Ain’t shit changing but the scenery!/ Swag harder…(swag harder...)/ I’m just tryna’ put my people in the front seat/ Teach’em how to be so they’ll never be hungry/ Show’em how to fish, show’em how to sell a few/ Now they getting cash and can show you what in hell it do/ What in hell it do, can’t you look around?/ It’s building empires, getting higher off the ground/ We spitting fire, and we burning things down/ Just to start anew, only a few were made for crowns/ I put on for my city, always rep the home town/ I put on for my city, always rep the home town/ I said I put on for my city, always rep the home town/ I put on for my city, always rep the home town/ Enjoy life…/ Live, love, laugh, explore, discover, observe/ Love people/ Use things for the good/ Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/ Ancient wisdom on my mind, and these demons look divine/ I got a angel that be feigning me/ She know she fine/ You know she fine/ But one question you got to ask yourself/ Is she the baddest in the land?/ Is she the baddest mutha fucka on the planet?/ ‘Cause that’s the one you want!/ Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/ Soon enough I’ll be whipping round, in another whip/ Engine so loud that you thought it was the mothership/ Ain’t shit changing but the scenery!/ Swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, Swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, Swag harder, swag/ Just let me roll on down this road/ Protect my soul until these streets turn into gold/ Don’t let me crash, I’m so out of control/ Heaven knows I’m bout to blow/ On Jesus and everything that God made, I’m the O…/ Any and Every night I pray an meditate myself to sleep/ Possibly probably plotting, fulfilling prophecies/ As if possibly, hip-hop was made for lost souls/ Where young apostles and modern day Aristotles/ Tried they’re hardest to define and pronounce a model/ For living life, like we’re immortal/ Practicing for heaven until we step on through that portal/ So praise the God that taught a man how to snorkel in a land of mostly seas where he can’t hardly breathe/ Not from the water, but from the heat of the hell beneath his feet / Where niggas doing, evil and ugly things for some pussy and weed/ And a couple a hundred million peonies/ Niggas getting shot at Denny’s/ Waffle Houses, IHOPs/ And state fairs full of innocent families/ Ducking and dodging strays, sent in revenge/ As if killing one more nigga gon’ really make amends/ As dear friends gather round a casket built by sin/ I gotta stay away…I’m tryna’ win!/ So tell me when you tryna win/ I’m standing out, they been fittin in/ I’ma tryna bend, a black Ferrari round a city where it’s none of them/