It's 5 in the a.m., Time to awaken Back and belly aching and there's no breakfast waiting I gotta brave the cold, win the bread Bring the bacon The rent is late in this small God forsaken My third double shift, it's like there's no God Just me vs the world and it's no holds barred Cus these fucking WIC checks only go so far So daddy's gotta go to work and he's gotta go hard But it's so hard to save up So hard to hold on to er'ry dollar scraped up, coins in the change cup When you already poor, son, it pours when the rain come Can't afford insurance through the job, it's a pay cut And some risks I just can't afford so I stay up Grinding on that overtime, the only way to cake up Cus nowadays a 9 to 5 just ain't enough So no time for a day off to just play the cut I wanna give my daughter more Than hand-me-down clothes and food from the dollar store See, there was a time I'd rack a few stacks in no time at all Slanging bags to new jacks of crushed Tylenol But consequence blessed me with a baby girl and conscience Now my time is spent trying to repent for my sins Tryna scrub my hands hard for all the diet that I did Thanking "damn, what if someone did that shit to my kids" I've watched fools spend a hot meal's worth on scratch cards Four kids at home... The fucks he doing that for? There's nothing to be gained by waiting on the grace of God I find my faith when I cradle Lauryn in my arms Shit is real Chorus: I won't make it home until daylight comes I gotta work for mine, can't pray like some Being a man's a burden and its my cross to bare I gotta wake and rise before the sunshine So I shine before the sunrise I won't make it home until daylight comes I gotta work for mine, can't pray like some Being a man's a burden and its my cross to bare I gotta wake and rise before the sunshine So I shine before the sunrise

A 1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all I'm on a hunt for a whole pound of flesh y'all Get your neck sawn... with the ginsu Cut tendons and muscle tiss y'all Cus I'm in the cut like a bench saw And I'll dent your fronts like a fender The incredulous Oedipus motherfucking King And all the rest is pretenders Catch your breath y'all Quarter rest y'all Any longer you might catch a bed sore Grab a stress ball, snap your press ons My fault making y'all sweat for this long Letting clips off From the rickshaw With Orenthal Simpson and Kim Jeong I'm in ya hood like WIC checks and menthols We gon' ride this bitch till the treads off You gon' bite your lip Pa and tread soft I'm Goin' Off like alarm clocks and Bizmark I'll Little Bighorn the beat, so go to war with the Chief I win NDN plain and simple A 1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all You not blood, cuz... You not crip dog The gang life don't fit in your jigsaw Go play lawn darts with your in-laws Lacrosse and golf, Martha's vineyard You can't stay on par with the big boys I'm Nikola Tesla setting the bench mark Hence y'all, my throwaways shit on your best bars I sketch with my left and shit out a Renior Your time is up nigga, this is your send off Prepare for war no sitting to bench warm Parabellum rip through your Kevlar I'm versatile Stay gutter, my pen sharp I birthed your style, Shae butter my stretch marks Perch up for a while, cus y'all heard I'm wild Getting my dick sucked midway through my Ted Talk Cock sure and headstrong with a penchant to drip venom Y'all niggas never spit to this echelon On the redeye from Bedstuy to Crenshaw Peace to PEACE peace peace to Riddlor, Peace to Self Jupiter, Jedi and Sith Lords Hentai and shit porn Left Eye and Rip Torn Senpai, Arepas, Chancletas and Bitcoin All them niggas from the Westside of Krypton The name Big Chief and I'm in the wigwam HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU SAYIN?! 1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all I came in the door, Provocateur They say Yibambe like T'Challah's roar With a dick harder than Wakandan ore Married to the game before common law Y'all saying anything and all common whores Sing "Machine guns" with the Commodores Hit 'em up with a Sig .22Pac Shakur Split your motherfucking pompadour Coronal suture flap like bomber doors Y'all been warned, sound the horns Light the torch of Gondor and bar your doors One does not simply walk into the monster's jaws 1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all Just want Snoop to call me a nephew ABCDE and F y'all

Dave the dope fiend Sleeping on the late train to Fort Green Once the heroin fades through his whole stream He waking up to see his way through the smoke screen No money to his name for horsey Can he score another day with no strings Do he try and stay away and go clean Or try stretching out the H with codeine Poor Davey his legs is so weak He sway trying to stay on his old feet Body aching the cravings so deep Dry tears on his face and crow's feet Ain't showered or bathed in 4 weeks He ain't eaten for days and no drink People offering change to go eat But there's a dragon to chase with no wings He need a bag of that... Fast forward next day... He feeling cold in the summer Before too long he starts to fold to the hunger The Jones so hard the dragon woke from the slumber Waiting all day to feel his pulse in the plunger So he makes his way to a block he knows Where the tar is cheap and papi lace the platanos Ran into Danny Boy, he stock the ill envelopes Mad brown, mad krills, mad Galapagos Dave: Aye young blood, how bout you let me hold some Danny: kick rocks homeboy you still owe me, don't front Dave: Nigga, I'll have that soon, you know I'm good for it Danny: Matter fact I believe there's something you can do for me My girl Sarah been sneaking off with good product so I need someone that'll leave her in a wood coffin Use caution, she slick and might give you the slip, take no risk and use this old shotgun Now Davey ain't take a life since his days in the service But his frame of mind got him thinking that it's worth it So at Veronica place by Tilden On the roof of a building, shotgun concealed in... A duffle bag, leaned off that dreary lane muffin man Trying to work up the nerve just to pump it back He starts pacing on the roof back and forth Heard footsteps racing to the roof access door Out bursts a young man with an automatic baby glock Hot pursuit, just tried to shoot a lady cop Asked Dave for more ammo but he had none More shocked the kid looked young enough to be his grandson Almost handed him the pump for a second But thought maybe he should point him in the right direction Before a cautionary word, he ran down the stairs No time for a burn out, kid got the fuck outta there To be continued...

Big Chief SMASH: Epic like... Homer's Odyssey Rockin' niggas this summer like Ghost's wallabies They want flavor, keep it garlicky Hot and funky... Feta cheese and jalapeño collard greens When the forks in my hand, DO NOT BOTHER ME It's Big Chief SMASH, I'm on my Bootsy Collins Stretchin' out base so I keep the cookies poppin' Keep your Pepsi cans warm and your rocks lit Keep a steady hand going till the high hits GET DOWN, the game's getting chancy Take these niggas back like James Brown to James Yancy Shaking nigga off of their mound cus they ass cheek Take em off the stage now cus they last week Make my funk... That George Clinton sweating in velour in a Chevy with upholstery that's leather That Herbie Hancock eating curry pan fried on a curb in Bangkok in a furry tank top Big Chief SMASH as Tuco Ugly: Well it's the one man stampede, my hoof set and ready My hood Serengeti, five foot seven Yetti The heavy set teddy wrecking up your Chevy deck Rump shake, cut tape, you couldn't keep a levy wet Open up the flood gates I duct tape TNT to the drum break Us fat niggas cut cake Oh you mad cus I'm styling on you Smack! Don't let the kid get violent on you It's the... Chief pistoleer Juan Wilkes Boothe Repeat so it's crystal clear Juan will shoot Him like click BLAOW the boi will shoot Bust you in your shit, lea'ya one real tooth So y'all the truth? Then I'm sodium pentethol Keep pretending y'all can knock me off the pedestal Press record hear the breath of God seeping in Best regards, peace to you and yours, Chief and em Big Chief SMASH as Johnny Schmutz: The God's gender pronoun is elo-him Y'all skim the profile cus he so grim But y'all could tangle with just a sample of what he holds in Now just imagine when he goes in Laaawd try and dethrone him Motherfuckers show up about a C note thin I'm accurate, keep the kilos trim Zeroed in Passionate, you hard but when it's time to get crackin, you D-Bo's chin Slackin From the Queensboro bridge to the Cinco 10 Nigga I'll slap box your cheekbones in Shrink, drop your rings, revert back to your default skin Yous a quiche & sweet roll from a bistro pimp Beast mode! I'll sleep hold a keynote's pen Peligro! That rear choke's a pre-soaked win Wash 'em We got results in, determined you's a liar Talk to UPS human resources, they hiring... Yous a piece o'shit I'm straight forward, elo-quent, you won't have to decode shit I'm betting on the best, Charlie Hustle Pete Rose shit A cut above the rest, let the hemo drip Jackson Pollock with the eagle, feed the easel clips Or here go six... BLAOW... from the pistolas Get your meatloaf split Head looking like the gyro ripped Chief the layover for your ego trip Fronted the rap game 12 perico bricks Want it all back mane, and 3 fold quick Peace to Marisol and Chris Quiñones Bronx niggas eat corn bread with frijoles We family... If beef rolls in I debone ribs You's a Kinkos print with a weak low tint The maestro none can equal him I'm like a... regular freaking Beethoven over here!

This jam is dedicated to the kids on the block Running from top heavy, pot belly cops Ready or not, here come the beast on your spot  Slapping the cuffs on you as you bleed from a shot If they don't... Skim from the top then they get what you got Fabricate some charges and call you shit that you not Disregard the fact if the officer's black They racially profile their own too It's a hardened fact Dropping crack in your pant pocket during pat downs  Just to stick you with a 3 to 5, how does that sound? Just or unjust... Crooked cop, crook or not, let your guns bust To protect and serve their own interests When you see em hit the curb, hurdle over fences... RUN From third strikes to your first offenses Whether it was true or not You're serving out your sentence Everywhere we look it's sirens and pepper spray Everywhere we book its high beams and yellow tape They shut us down when we try to demonstrate The block is hot but how long till the kettle breaks? It's the beast Jake running your police state Judges be snake bumping your release date Pete's sake let the man up he can't breathe They shot him with his hands up, it can’t be Shot if you defy, shot if you comply  Shot with your hands empty reaching for the sky Shot for asking why Shot even if you're not the one they tryna find And shot, shot from behind They use irrational fear to try and justify Take a throwaway iron and drop it at your side They joke "breathe easy, don't commit the crime"  And when we start to riot they wanna act surprised It's all designed to classify us as violent They turn a blind eye to cops killed by white men Mass shooters get taken alive and see trial But we supposed to take it in stride? Aight then... I should’ve been a cop, fuck hip hop Not an informer, not an enforcer A martyr, Chris Dorner, anti-rancid pork, taking a couple down for all us Chorus: NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE MOTHERFUCK THE POLICE The only good cops are either dead or quit So hand over your gun and shield before we run that shit NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE MOTHERFUCK THE POLICE The only good cops are either dead or quit So hand over your gun and shield before we run that shit

Its the four alarm, ring dingaling warn them all fat chain, four finger ring coat of arms last name means I'm the king holdin court the full four course, you a lean cuisine stroganoff these niggas talkin beef knowin Chief own the farm you in the streets but you'll never reach tour de force I'm on that J Fonzarelli beat bruisin jaws you on that play on your celly think yous the boss I'm on that lay on your belly teeth chew the floor Andre Roussimoff pedigree to the drawers I do damage… then box em two handed Hands is Houdini… watch your tooths vanish I been bangin, these the triggers that I'm buckin wit I'm Ben Franklin… these the niggas that I'm fuckin wit tuck your shit cus I'm off of the chain now untuck your shit son I'm off with the chain this oxtail soup… suga for the booga like a hot rail snoot… trap star admiral Akbar Allahu, niggas call me "hard truth" catch me out in Cali rollin fatties with Ma Dukes… we fuckin classy… pink caddies and vermouth Tower Isle beef patties and chartreuse Its one take Jake in your set like a stuck tape a nigga known to get the fuck face from a drum break I gets down! Off the rack with a chuck steak to slap on that ass for the damage a punch makes I shut 'em down! Like Chuck got into gun play and Flav dropped the rock instead opting to pump weight I'll drag Pac and Scott Larock up to Pun's wake with L, Big Poppa and his momma to touch base And pump a round through your letterman stitch shit was amateur hour 'for I stepped in this bitch Cali Colombia, we call it calico we ain't buyin pyrex for no casserole son this live and direct Joe Navaho slinging arrows at the Alamo till the canons blow Juan Mcenroe my arms a catapult twin pythons right cross can shatter hope Hassan Chop got em open like saddle soap that last lines for my moms, act like you know!

Look... ... Brother cast off his earthly bonds I got the call, s'all a blur till I heard "he's gone" Word is bond Cy?... I'm hoping that I heard it wrong He was gone too early on like a hurried song Afraid I'd forget the lyrics, get the wording wrong How we gon break the news to a worried mom ... I jumped behind the wheel and hurried home Screaming bloody murder in the night like I was searching for him I go numb for a few days per the norm A week later, as I'm sitting through the service for him Holding Deborah's hand tight, clenching through the sermon hard All the shit I buried deep was chipping through the surface, Lord! It's all too fast, I'm scared he'd get buried warm Glad pops couldn't see it, I was hurting for him Your heart broke and left your brother with a broken heart I found comfort in picturing pops with open arms Standing at the gate waiting for when your soul depart Aunt Connie in Jannah "Cos. Stop your moping boy" It still feel like you gon call me on the phone tomorrow So I can pass the phone to Ma and let you joke with Lauryn It's hard to see passed the tears that I'm choking on Something like 20 years in a flash, over pa Never afraid to tell my bruvah I luh yuh boi Yo thats real shit, I love you bro Some days Virgil, some days Dante Some say virtue, some say God's way Student of Jesus, Allah and Yahweh And science say your light shines from far away ...If I unravel like silk It's cus my heart's not equip to battle the guilt Just save a room for me in the castle you built Till then... A box of poptarts, quarter gallon of milk Peace, peace. Preacher: If here were here... he'd say THATS RIGHT UNC! SHO' IS!!! Chorus: The sun has risen And shone upon us I'm grateful for this day Even though the sun has set now The clouds have darkened I'm thankful for this rain So we may grow... Strong... And break loose of these chains Brothers forged in the bonds of fire Embrace the Legaci John 14:1-5

I remember every beating... He said was making me a man And he believed in teaching with his hands But the damage he was leaving Would ultimately fracture me and show the weight of this burden sewn into my features 23 years have passed and I'm still scared of sleeping for the chance I might see him in a dream so I take to over eating 4 in the morning, tv on to drown out this feeling and the screams And not a day goes by I'm not sweating bullets when I fantasize about the moment I can feed him one And not a day goes by I don't stop and wonder... Why he beat me so much harder than his real son And every now and again I push a hot knife to my skin and count to ten just so I can feel some' Cus it's either feel that or feel numb I shed a tear for that 8 year old child crying loud Thinking how a God could allow This man to cover his mouth until he passes out Or hold him face down in the shower till he nearly drowns Bring him back around and repeat this shit for hours My real sense of loss was when moms wouldn't get involved It's his house, he's the boss so don't piss him off I learned that day my God was just a cross And last bit of my faith had drifted off I'm still haunted by the noise When I was forced to watch him whip my dog with an extension cord Then he would hang him by a noose in the garage, and beat him even more if I ain't finish my chores Or take me to the yard Strip me to my drawers Drag me over broken glass he had smashed against the wall After using me for target practice laughing through it all Calling me a little faggot cus I couldn't handle more But his damaged little boy Was asking for the rod Trying to make his daddy proud Just a chance at showing off Took it without sound to show daddy that he's hard Knowing that was only a fraction what I endured I'm eight years old getting beaten like a dog He's twelve years old getting beaten Cus he wants! Kept my sleeves long just incase the teachers saw Said the bigger kids had beat me to draw the heat off of moms Pretending I was sleeping whenever I'd hear the car Praying he would leave me alone until tomorrow Praying that I wouldn't get dragged into the hall Choked against the wall cus I forgot to sweep the floor ...And that's why I don't pray no more Can't look at life the same or feel pain no more Can't look at night the same triggered when the light fades to black and I don't feel safe during the day no more The years are long gone I brought the war home with me The fears not gone until them 'codones hit me Just more volume, more pacing, more whiskey But all I wanna do is sleep... Chorus: Do you see me standing here? my god Do these tear drops mean a thing? Do my cries for help here go unheard by you? my god Do you even know my name? Was I meant to shoulder all this pain alone? my god Are you even there to see? Cus It's getting harder to believe in you, my god So do you believe in me?