Water full of fins It’s a breeze Passing through a water full of fins No receipt -- save your paper I’ma go do it again, pass through a water full of fins No sleep Now what you see Now what you see is what you get And what I’ve got, I’ve gotta keep I let it breathe, Steer the ship past a water full of fins And right into a party full of freaks You see? ‘Cause I see Passing through a water full of fins Ain’t no better way to be … Passing through a water full of fins Laying low on the dock Can’t flow from the dock Gotta dive in the deep Unsure of the knots They say it’s pure when it’s not They say it’s pure when it’s not Untying the knots, untying the knots Laying low and what not...

Smoke some weed to cap the night So I can calm my nerves so I don’t have to fight Way to handsome right, fly romantic type What suits me better, action camera lights What you talkin’ bout, what you rappin’ like Word to Granny Smith, yeah the apple ripe And the sample spliced, yeah the Lackner’s nice And the black is bright, under candle light Flippin words since Vanna White Got a Wheel of Fortune, mad appetite We gonna jam tonight, my right hand to write Make some time to rest, understand this life We gonna ahhh tonight, hardcore hardcore Da me beso por favor mi amor Don’t get caught up in the hype and the applause Not gonna show my ass just to see your drawers I can have it or not, either or Do it for emotional response, do it for emotional response The other day I was looking at the backs of my hands And I’ll be damned if I didn’t recognize what I saw Nose to the grindstone, I’ve been working, and, man, All my knuckles are busted and my fingers are raw In public, I pocket ‘em, so I guess I understand If you assume from a distance and think you know it all But I would reconsider that entirely, man, You say you hustle but your hustle has slowed to a crawl Too busy nitpicking and bitching about a laundry list Of shit you shouldn’t have concerned yourself with from the jump You’ll never admit that you’re bitter and brittle, buddy, You better look inward or you’ll forever be labeled a chump Figured I’d mention it while the engine in revving The hammer stay hot and the hammer stay present The wheels start spinning wherever the road veers And I’m through putting bullshit in my ears Live and learn, let it go, bring it back Wait your turn, when it’s time, then attack Simple as that… Do it for emotional response Do it for emotional response of the vine I keep my feelings locked inside the vault bae you lying It's brutal like a physical assault no denying It's sexy when you do your little walk you're the finest Specimen known to man specified every plan, that I got for you cause you was special then, only when I realized that you was politickin' and lickin' every little chicken you felt was worthy of dickin' you slippin' And you wanna force my hands (Hans) like solo Man, now the trip to France is a no go But, yes indeedy ol' D done got on her greedy a bevy of Sugar Daddies and all I do is roll beedies They never seein' my titties, just show em' a little pitty Then get the stack, bring the money back to my piggy bank, Ricky Lake, why the fuck you tryna talk my ear off GOSH! You do it for emotional response From Moi, but muah Signing off, au revoir You get satisfaction by getting a reaction outta me You get satisfaction by getting a reaction outta me Do it for emotional response, outta me Do it for emotional response, outta me Do it for emotional response

This goes out to all you cats Silent dancing on a pilot mansion, welcome to a party scene Ashy knees with a dry scalp cracking coconuts for body sheen Baby oil for the gasoline came all the way here to hear us go Sum of all fears hit the nearest door, baby mama smoking let me clear my throat I put the flame to it Captain made me do it, at ease on that crazy fluid Chatty Kathy spare the details for a Dem-God, not much on my mem card Poor lighthouse got the ship loss, poor lighthouse got the ship loss New subplot whole lotta pitfalls, wonder where it flip flopped Wires got crisscrossed, master got ticked off Master got hip tossed in a dutch oven Now I’m slumming like a beach bum teased with the push of another big button Cat man coming, cat man coming Tell everybody that the cat man coming Streets so irregular they read like novellas Let the storytellers tell it if the storytellers tell it We got so high, we touched the sky Miss Mary Mack with Sally on the side That’s what I tell myself - So now you know (Bout time that you had a good time) (Bout time that you had a good time) Now we got all the nerves out, crowd is loud like it’s presidential Don’t be offended by the boy talk, just close your ears and give me less attention Detroit dehydrated all eyes on me feeling violated Mama outside in the car waiting, scary in the streets I need a ride to safety In the Mazda racing with the paparazzi Pictures upload instantaneous, miscellaneous text text text Like I miss you baby Cat woman coming, cat woman coming Tell everybody that the cat woman coming She gon turn it out and she gon blow it up Soon as she show up don’t talk to me Not a time better to get it all together Batter batter, gotta bring it tough like leather What a hell of a setup, hadn’t meant for the meta But I never know what the pen will develop See, it’s part of a dilemma that I doubt will ever let up Part of a dissent that I really wish that I wasn’t privy to Lot of little ones wondering how to get a leg up Better listen to intuition and keep the other voices at a minimum Sometimes, you gotta get a lot of words in Sometimes are a little more urgent I see them feet are running Hey, them cat people are coming Gotta feeling you gonna mess yourself if you don't check yourself You got in here for pennies on the dollar Let me see you smile, let me hear you holler That smell when the water hit the metal Boy you outta here Bout time that you had a good time, bout time that you had a good time Now do that Catmandance, that Catmandance Use your claws not your hands Bout time bout time bout time Cats had a good time Now stretch it out, stretch it out

Man fell from the sky and hit his noggin Bleeding on the crossroads he started rhyming But you gotta promise me you gotta promise Don’t tell nobody bout this just being honest I heard he was a rapper and a giant He was on the church steps but he was kicking science Drawing on the dollars, studying the cosmics Surrendered to the woman and he traveled by toboggan Break the brittle system like a cheddar biscuit Taking all the swords to the picket fences Taking all this war to the boards and switches Loving two or more in his morning britches Mad superstitious, led a mass new militia Snatch the cash from the rich, mixing up the social clubs at Buena Vista All designer privilege, afro-futuristic Strapped up on his uniform and now they apprehensive Genocide still genocide, thank the lord that you still alive I’m a wild boy, I’ma stay alive, I been alive, I’ma stay alive More feral, more feral more feral kids Not sterile not sterile not sterile kids More feral more feral, not sterile not sterile Sun shining, hallelujah Call up Buckley, and Leonard Cohen, too I know the former’s fate, so I go to the other side To jet ski and drink tea in the afterlife Ice cream and apple pie Ever so apropos Man ascended from soil for more than tapping toes The skin is shedding, we’re beginning a new episode No longer wooed by the one-dimension centerfolds It’s finger foods, it’s fickle feuds, see, when you lit the fuse, Those little things don’t cut the mustard like they used to do Keeping it moving on that walk, man, Sony Catching people misstepping and putting ketchup on their coneys, ah! You thought you knew those kids, you thought you knew em You thought you knew those kids, you thought you knew em

Finding meaning in things that don’t have meaning Takeaway all the things that don’t have meaning Leave you with a half ton of humanity Fill the bathtub with my anatomy My flesh fail that paper bag test, forgive my vanity Rip your heart out like Kano, Mortal Kombat fatality Just ran into my ex, she was at the Baltimore Gallery Saddened to see her lonely barely spoke to her She got mad at me But the backstory of this ex was a Shakespearean tragedy So whatever I turned the page, I’m doing better Found my voice again, a Queen to protect my neck What’s up Netta Had a few things to get off my chest, I’m so meta Sick of nights taking Ls, I’m the King so clever And that’s checkmate Another World Is Happening, I say that till my death day Save it in your notes and write it in an essay I don’t mind grinding but I do mind dying Do my best to get by, what I find What a find Need to see how things really are Keeping me from things outside myself Staring at the ceiling, I’ve been staring at the ceiling Blindsided by that summer nosedive My seventh letter 86’d it Chest full of turbulence, feeling like our flight back from NOLA Haven’t seen our garden in so long Let it grow on, it is all love Had to bury my best friend in the backyard Of a house that I know I’ll never make a home of And so I’m staring at the ceiling Sober as the morning sun, staring at the ceiling Feeling out of loop So I pour a cup of coffee like Bob and Emmylou Pursuing the absolute And keeping it moving through any valley that I approach God self is something that I have to hold close I don’t mind grinding ‘cause I do mind dying Do my best to get by, what I find, what a find… I can hate the player, the game, and the devs and still break an engagement, the stage, and a leg Me and a couple cyberpunks sipping the ciders up moving at high speeds til we crash like 2 colliding trucks tallied the masses currency as a measure of who's first to be murdered commercially at my leisure and we can break bread but at a distance Like Mr. Fantastic working at a Panera 30 vertical OLED screens is how i set scenes Freddie Mercury Krueger, cycling through all your wet dreams government got it out for me, even when it's left-leaned air bender Zaheer, retrieving beers via jet stream shoulda kept your hands and necks clean ended up in a holding cell in a pair of distressed jeans hanging from a bed sheet next to jeffrey epstein resembling a D/S scene minus the sex swings (whistles) Repeated apophenia, repeated apophenia...

Yo parents got freaky! Hey Joni, Hey Joni Joni, Hey Joni Joni, Hey Joni Hey Joni Get to know me My parents got freaky when they made me I’m scoping, hoping for the one from the East Approaching with caution, I’m a flood I’m a beast I’m obese with joy in my heart sort of dark kinda blue a bit wild So it’s nice finding you in the pues What does bring you here, what is it you wear What is it about you I don’t want no one aware (fair) I’ll behave and sh*t but upfront I gotta tell you you my favorite Buy you another drink and I ain’t paid my rent I got money coming in so it’s ok I got money coming in so it’s ok Joni, Joni, I am my father’s son, from the hairline to Wallabee’s An odyssey for all to see Wherever it is that I decide to leave My hermetic living condition that brings me an inner peace I give that word the respect it deserves So it’s never second-fiddle to a duckface Beard game proper, it’s another nod to pops, Cop a cup of cuckoo Joni, make another pot that I can move through Or maybe drop a doo-doo I light a match or two, though -- you know A gentleman, extension of my pseudo -- you know I settle in, pad and pen and adamant That at the end I’ll rattle off a rap that I’ll be happy with They go all over the place, Joni But, but, we all find our own way, Joni And, and, there’s always more to say, Joni ‘Cept now, I just want some pancakes Joniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Let’s find some common ground a plot of land I’m talking rubber gloves, contraband I’ll give you some space, see what you create Mean appetite eat your face, eat the plate Too strong I move on, too right Too wrong, ying yang, Aquemini I sip on my oolong Hush I just wanna make you blush Don’t forget we only talking about a school boy crush Joni break it down for me, Joni break it downnnnnnn

I’m just sitting here, on a cold metal slab I’m just sitting here, on a cold metal slab Wondering when I’ll get out I’m just sitting here, camera in my face I’m just sitting here, camera in my face Wondering when I’ll get out Not of this earth, monster from the ocean floor Double conscience killer when we hit you with okie doke This cold classic mixed with Anthrax, mixed with Joe Jackson It’s no accident, more passionate off the malt liquor Buckets full of blood, what it’s more thicker Radical matter splattering all over patterns When you release the beast, who do you release I keep pacing, and thoughts keep racing I can’t eat, and both of my hands shaking I can’t see, my eyes are closed praying And I don’t even pray I don’t need a savior It’s just my options are exhausted And I’d like to breathe a little fresh air before I go insane Things are gonna change, The sun’s gonna split those clouds When I get out.

Have you ever been slapped, called out your name Something grotesque, now it’s ingrained Rocking a stain on the side of your face Never a time or a place to show it, too dark Bruise marks, who taught you how to be sad Throw fits and a tantrum, tighten the rope while kissing the phantom My momma said Jesus the answer, he is the answer Take it up with him but he ain’t answer so I’m moving on and breaking up with him Waking up with sin the sky is falling feel it in my legs The aches and pains took that beating good, took that beating good I misunderstood, I’m misunderstood this afterlife And how to mastermind my own mood Cause half the time I wanna mellow in my own blues And that’s okay just need to turn the page from old news Hanging from this gold noose Rope wrapped round my neck Dark horse gets no respect, sail the Jet Blue Nobody protect you Everybody walks with something Everybody walks with something Sometimes it is all too much Said, sometimes, it is all too much You don’t know who to trust And want to shout for help at the top of your lungs Except you’re feeling that the help won’t come And it’s a vicious place that your brain done took you Got your patience pulled apart down in that basement Windowless and brimming with faces You were formerly faced with -- a lot of which look like you See I know it too well… For me, a lightswitch will dictate heaven from hell And when it’s off, it’s ever so hard flipping it Letting my heart discard the dissonance The scars gon’ be what they are, And that’s a bitch to come to grips with But facing ‘em head on will fetch you bigger fish See I’m with it, I’m with you, I’m right there, too Never fight the tide, just do what you need to do Don’t know what we’re going through Black and blue Just send me a lifeline And get well soon And if I manage to find me a bandage I’ll manage to manage Therapeutic heart a beating heart pulsating from the canvas Pumping wet cement hard body for weight Time to rock bottom hit hard Be grateful, don't take it for granted I know this yet I’d be lying if I wasn’t trying to understand it Be nice to have dollars but I’m trying to make sense of it

Snarky in a parka, light a pipe like Sparky Crack a fly ball over the letters in your marquee Come from the Far Side, y’all think I’m speaking Farsi But it’s ever so apparent your thinking’s a bit foggy Reading the book of changes Rather remain nameless Greet you with the government first name basis You been touched by the Midas I’m a child of that math mind fucked by the brightest Take me off my square again (woof), not the slightest I been feeding y’all you wanna sleep on the finest Catch the itis, bat out of hell In that teepee with sweet pea knee deep in...vagina Melting her caramello, it’s a thing that I do She be pizza, I’m Donatello, one hell of a dude I’ve got a duty and that duty’s what I’m gonna pursue Donning a collar but I doubt I’m gonna pop it for you It’s not a comma so I run on, whip through it like con panna Unlike dodo’s standing for tin-type photos, no I never bother, but if I hear the yada I’m going straight lucha with that hurricanrana Turn off your data and go airplane mode They’ll never find us or say there they go Yo fitting in cause we wear they clothes Count dividends in the lair laying low Bullshit, I spare ‘em Stoned, listening to Procol Harum No pip farting on a snare drum Buoyant Took a bit longer than expected To make noise like a Naked City record Hey yo you, you the finest thing on the planet Count your blessing don’t take things for granted Watch Wonder Years syndicated young Ben Savage Unsung Black Weirdo, Mar All day I dream about sex Daydreaming, shoe cleaning I’m typing up a text Watching HBO GO Game of Thrones on deck Lay it down, head down Young Lord watch yo neck Water for my cottonmouth Seabreeze for the razor bumps Garlic for the vamps at my neck tryna get a chunk Jacked up on them poppy seeds Test drops, coffee beans Don’t forget the bath salts, yeah i’m on everything Ooh oooooh! Prime time, rhyming on the mindwheel Split gummies with honeys in high-heels, I Test dummies ‘til the dummies done crash And gobble up every last pack of sour patch Snacking on bags of cracklin, licking red fingers Writing rhymes on the back of napkins That’s when rap was a hallucineon Brothers spit what came to mind There wasn’t a bunch of rules to it Captivating to mind something like illusionists I’m losing it My mama said baby get yo marbles off the floor But the marbles in the flow so we gonna keep rapping Til we in the Hampton Mansions with the marble in the floor Listen: I don’t need the headaches I don’t need the bologna I can’t say no to Annie when she’s handing me cannoli Gorilla glue, jalapeno chips, pepperoni Dry toast, 4 fried chickens and a coke And if you got more, then lay it on me Working on my gluttony - working pretty slowly All depending what’s in front of me That, and what is owed to me Ladies, gentlemen, we’re the one and only Passalacqua, maybe “pahsa” Potato v Potata It’s all love on this side of the monitor The digital age, we live in digital days But hey, see me swap a z-e, it’s digital daze And we be rapping we be rapping we be rapping so hard On the nearest avenue and boulevard …

Are you ready for the world This could be all yours We can get off course No responsibility, monogamy Fertility, infidelity Check my melody is you feelin me yet I be like, what you really be like How you really get down, when you staying the night Stop denying the thrill for you to play on the pipe And yeah I’m high off that pill And you as high as a kite It’s just like a climbing a hill You know like riding a bike My mouthpiece be going you know the timing be right And now we strollin the avenue you know grabbing a bite Yeah we living today, no we dying tonight I know that all the other brothers be so taxing, boring Galveston Giant beat it up Jack Johnson At your doorstep tongue out like Michael Jordan Nom nom nom nom eat it up Action Bronson Bad Boy heat it up, Microwave Johnson It’s Showtime! Earving “Magic” Johnson I play around the world Don’t count my muthafuckin johnsons girl I be right back don’t talk that muthafuckin nonsense girl We so attached it’s like a collective conscience girl I try my best but it’s a slow process girl Honey it’s that push and pull That cat and mouse That sheep and wolf I say it’s in our nature I say it’s in our nature Avalanches always ‘round the corner I can see ‘em, I can feel ‘em on my shoulders And I know they’re wanting more Don’t get me going Brave the winter, now it’s summer Shed them layers, duck and dodge that thunderstorm And it’s a doozie, but an umbrella ain’t Gonna set a sinner straight, or put you center stage It’s all about that give and take Overload your dinner plate Pretty thing, punchdrunk, hydroplane your interstate, honey... Somebody somebody Somebody gonna hit the ground Nobody nobody nobody Nobody ever come around Nobody ever hear the sound

I ain’t never been a rich man And I don’t want to be a rich man I just want what’s owed to me I’m at the crossroads south of the rosary But what seems like mountains in Mozambique With no groceries, no popery It’s just spoiled dreams and broken teeth I want my black slack pockets like they pose to be Yeah they cool but they only rap locally But see I’m loco B I’m the canonized rap samurai from Babylon I leave throat to feet So you better roll heavy when approaching me I throw my weight around town like it’s dope to me Like a freeloader talking to a master key holder You tastemakers, breadwinners all toast to me Cause I’m a thought leader, cross breeder You a false preacher, in my mind glad we both agree I want cash 4 soul Hell yeah I want cash 4 soul Hell yeah these bastards know Hell yeah I want cash 4 soul Hell yeah Now I ain’t ever been a rich man And I don’t want to be a rich man Stuffed in some ill-fitted suit Consider all dim-witted in pursuit Of lining my linens, while poisoning the roots Hell bent on tunnel vision and focus groups Hel, sent me up to rake in all the loot Well, Fret not, Beelze-, I tell ya The almighty dollar make a voice go mute And make a point moot, moot All in my ill-fitted suit Don’t have to pay ‘em so I rarely ever do I’m a low down dirty dog and now you know the scoop, but That ain’t me, that ain’t the way that I groove It’s second nature to get my people to move Never filtered when we bring it to you, tried and true The suits, they’ve got dollars but they couldn’t buy a clue I want Cash 4 Soul I’ve got bills to pay And I’ve got mouths to feed And the fuse gets shorter when you’re doubting me And it’ll get even shorter when they duck and dodge Anytime I try to get my guap, moolah, holla I don’t need no hot air, bro, don’t despair I’m just trying to get my share… I swear you’ll get a back hand to the face Jack leg to the waist, round house, uppercut Get back if you in the way Ugly when we break it down Stick em up, shake em down Never saw it coming cause I never saw my money Running gunning convict, call it economics You made the record over cash flow conflict You made the record over cash flow conflict You made the record over cash flow conflict I want cash 4 soul Cake walk cake walk all the way home Cake walk cake walk all the way home All the way home All the way home

Yeah it’s been a minute and all that Summertime usually when I fall back In a Boeing showing no emotion Flying in a jet no tarmac In the aisle seat trying to see the ocean Through the water I can see where we started Needing food, Paychecks, and CARJACK Throwback yeah we can go far back Throwback yeah we can go far back Throwback yeah we can go far back My seat only go so far back My seat only go so far back Last call for another flight Out of time, out of mind, out of sight Window seat, no sleep Dry pretzels and mystery meat It’s humble to land in a town With a beautiful language that you can’t speak But it’s due to the ones that I do That allowed me to preach on a stage by the sea One more kiss on the cheek And one more pic with the peeps Then I pick up the pieces and return back to the balancing act Just like that Window seat no sleep Window seat no sleep Window seat no sleep Long day, dog day, Advil Take the pain away Mix it with a little Whiskey Got me feeling dizzy in the aisle seat Where they keep bumping against me Like they got something against me Inconsiderate, the disrespect Fuck it yo, I need a cigarette but no smoking Make me wanna start back Make me wanna start back Seat only go so far back So far back Window seat no sleep Window seat no sleep Window seat no sleep