ISO 9000: Standard Series Hip Hop Introduction In my never ending quest to increase the standards of Hip Hop And keep it real with my self, This album does not contain the profane use of the “N” word Does not demean women Does not glorify violence or drug abuse And does not make any excuse For simply who I am Tony Lyrical the Nonchalant ONE Yeah, yeah check it out yall ISO 9000: Standard Series Hip Hop, the LP This is Hip Hop This right here is hip hop Don’t just be a part of it, but expand the art form and take it to new horizons As we embark upon the new millenium We must figure out a plan to expand our minds And open up to new ways of thinking, new ways of emceeing and new ways of being human beings Yeah Hip Hop

My rhymes are sorta like an orgasm exploding on the scene. It seems a million sperm be like a million MC’s Who tried and tried but they couldn’t make it. I was chosen, it was my fate that I would take it to the ovum. Fertilize and energize this thing called HIP HOP. Its sorta like a scratch. You bring it forth and then you take it back. So you know who go retronouveau. Can I represent my culture when I sculpt ya like a sculpture. I’mma catch you then I make a statue. This is a master piece, because I has to piece this together like a puzzle, now see the big picture. I’m gonna get ya sit ya down. So you can peep out the profound sound. The bass will leave ya displaced the midrange estranged and deranged. The treble takes you to a whole nother level. Can you dig it wit a shovel dig deeper, now creep a flow. And in fact you start to crawl peep the handwritin’ in graffiti on the wall. Don’t stall cuz when you met me you said that you was Saul. You recognized my light and then you changed it up to Paul. Organized a missionary and told the whole world about HIP HOP. -Chorus Hip Hop is sorta like a scratch You bring it forth and then you take it back I said Hip Hop is sorta like a scratch You bring it forth and then you take it back Come on I take you back into the essence learn your lessons. Manifestin’ blessin’ just like the pope, but nope. I can’t cope with division, dichotomy. You know its gotta be One God, One Aim, One Destiny. Don’t be testin me, you bringin out the best in me. It’s not all about the competition, elevate the artform. Stray from the norm, from the projects to the dorms. Even if they laugh at ya we’re going back to Africa. Swimmin in the Nile for that old school style. The beats to the drum that tell you where I come from. East coast West coast, I represent no coast. I leave that ass comatose I came out the Midwest wit no much more or no less. Yes We’re livin in an age where vinyl becomes the artifact as a matter of fact if it becomes docile, twelve’s will be likened to a fossil. Try to submerge my culture like the city of Atlantis, We advance this expanded underground, E=MC to the compound. My pants be saggin, although I keep my belt tight. Symbolizes sorta like the way that I write. I like tight flows, plenty of room to breathe. Oversized shirt I keep the rhyme up my sleeve. HIP HOP is here to stay It never leaves. -Chorus (Repeat)

I want all you emcees to open up your book of Battle Hymns and skim to the gem called………Battle Hymn My retention is to keep the water inside like I’m bloated. Riding on the rafters and I floated. Phat, but I won’t gain no weight no amino acids, placid Fantastic 5, Space Voyager, X-Men when I start to send Your mind into a comic strip fantasy. You pansies, daffodils, I laugh and sill You up like an inner tube bicycle. Apply the trickle down economic factor. I capture the wielder beast called the beat I ride into sunset. So don’t forget the saddle wit’ no hassle and Yo!, Yo! I’m off on my own, I’m off in zone, I’m zonin’. But I connect on point like a graph. Mathematics expression. I’m schoolin’ you fools so learn your lesson. It’s the great debate, don’t wait, I’ve done sealed your fate. Just ask the trial by jury. Put the case to rest nevertheless no sad song and dance. Just a bomb ass rapper, I trap a John MC before MD alphabetically next is ME. You see we free. My style is overnight, top priority Fed-Ex couldn’t get it to you faster, but I pass the baton I’m gone, like I was in the track races. Take ten paces turn around now shoot. Pollutin’ all these wack emcees now get the boot. You’re lost son! Chorus – Come on and admit defeat, Battle Hymn Who wants to battle? Scadadle, like fiddle faddle popcorn you’re gone, Pop from the stalk. I swoop down on my competition like a hawk. What remains? You’re body outlined in chalk. You wanna wreck? You wanna get some retribution from an emcee that causes execution. Strapped with more firearms, than biceps, pumpin' barbells in hell on swell that I compel well. T Squares, Triangles, and compasses encompasses my blueprint to architect ya, wreck ya, Select ya, smack ya first. All you rich emcees, I’mma snatch ya purse. Disburse this, no curses , rehearse this, but first this emcee that comes with mad verses. Stop look and listen lyrical magician, poof, hocus pocus. Re-arrange your thoughts, remain focused. I’m in and out of styles like Houdini, who can see me? I make you raise the white flag, admit defeat freely. Chorus – Come on and admit defeat, Battle Hymn I swaze and daze and amaze to the left. Compose the notes that I wrote with a treble clef. Mozart quotes with tick marks, as I sparks. I hit ‘em with my lyrical skill, yet and still I reveal place ‘em up on the window seal. The photosynthesis, oh did I mention this? As my plant bears fruit, and multiplies among time tables. I rhyme prime and stable. CATV Cable. See me performing on my pay per view. Check one, two, but I won’t get booed. I come with a slew of lyrics and dynamic ranges, the strangest. But can you change this hundred dollar bill on Capital Hill? Looking for a cheap thrill as tricks become pawns in the game. The oldest living profession, I’m stressin’, my decimal point carry two digits. Mass production as I produce widgets. You get it? Chorus – Come on and admit defeat, Battle Hymn Yeah, straight battle rhymes for you, you or him, I got the dope lyrics that never sound like them!

I put that ass in a shower when I scour with detergent. A mere deterrent to crime so you lead a clean life. Nice, precise, meticulous, don’t forget to bust rhymes that excel like a spreadsheet, when two heads meet on a plane maintain like opposers in a game. Set up the pieces in chess yes bless says the bishop. Rook gets took by a thief who tends to move with an L shaped pattern. But he has to learn not to swing with queens who sits upon a throne as the king keeps the gold at home. Imagine, life as a pawn in the game confined to a board. You would get bored, but think if you stored all your treasures in the heavens tell me would it matter? You climb to new heights perched upon a ladder. Mechanized an escalator to get closer to God quite odd, because they live in darkness, but spark this. Would about the evil that lurks within the hearts of men? Would about the emcees who never breathe again? -chorus 360 Degrees emcees burn scorched in the flames without no microphone fame

Homeboy, where your from? Through up 4 fingers and a thumb. The Mitten, representin’, verbally spittin’. I sit and listen, and then embarrass you in front of your crew And your people inside your steeple, where you beg for forgiveness of your sins But before your soul is truly cleansed, clean up your filthy raps and your soul from within. Meanwhile, I’m mind traveling, unraveling thoughts in outta space. My rhymes travel through Black holes to infinity. So when aliens start rappin’, yo they will mention me. With major shout outs and given love to the D. Now see me change Motown to geek town and through down like Nat Morris Peep the chorus. Chorus – I’m from a state that’s shaped like a Mitten I’m from up north Detroit, Michigan MC’s in the state of Michigan. They used to tell fools to check it in, I want that stingray schwinn Or Elite 250 Deluxe. I leave emcees in a state of flux. My analysis, city in paralysis. Abandon Detroit Stadiums for Auburn Hills Palaces. Grand is the River with a quiver through the liver. Give a alcoholic who’s down on his luck mad choices, with a liquor store on each and every corner. And you’s a goner, if you don’t watch your step. Got these youngsters running up and trying to build a rep. It’s off the hook like 7 mile summer of ’93. Urbanized area, Detroit Streets. Although I moved away Detroit is always in my heart. That’s where I grew up and where I perfected my art. I stay in close range, but things done changed, Like when the old Hip Hop Shop became a lingerie shop. But I can’t stop and I won’t stop, representing the Mitten. Chorus Yeah, Special dedication to all Detroit Bred MCs. Especially the old school. Awesome Dre and the Hardcore committee, AWOL. You know what I’m saying. I’m taking it back to the rap-a-dance days. The Wizard, Electrifying MoJo. That’s what I came up on. All the way up to 99 We got Eminem, Royce the 5’9”, Da Ruckus, Bizarre, Slum Village. And last but not least, Shout Outs to everybody that got down on that Unplugged Roots Alwayz Wyde, and Practice, Patiencem & Adaptations My main man Mal from the Original 2 Man Marcus Flaniken, 558, Isotope. And I’m out.

I slow my role and take a peep around the curb Incident occurred when I smoked that herb I got paranoid, could not avoid the mood swings and things And deranged type of feelings Told Doc, prescribe me a dime, ‘cause I needed herbal healing, feeling Like I’d go into a coma from acute glaucoma. The demise, The smoke was like burning my eyes, but still I tried to stay high And I had my reasonings for smoking seasonings. Cigarettes of cloves that I chose so that I wouldn’t be exposed In a piss test nervertheless was I right or wrong for taking those hits off the bong So long and strong I was gagging and choking I’m not talking about rope a doping, I’m talking about smoking. Chorus – Higher than you can think of, But at the blink of an eye your dreams could be burning to the sky (Highs & Lows) I remember being high inhaling Tetrapai making a mothership connection That was close to a reflection to the funk I was exposed to as a child but now I’m a man. I let my mind expand – Escapism from smoking mad ism. Seeing rays of light through a prism. I arrived in the black hole the dug out it was nappy, and I was happy Appreciation of metaphors And oh I adore the beauty of words creating images in my mind. But I find that I’m genuine draft brew you realize united versus altered states of consciousness do speak to a nation or one nation under a groove. Which is it exquisite? Take a visit. When involved in capitalism – From selling mad ism Still seeing rays of light through a prism. But reality forces me to think of that at the blink of an eye my dreams could be falling from the sky. Crash landing to reality you see. Yo! It never lasts forever. But still my thoughts are classified as clever. And through all my endeavors, stop smoking J’s in ’95. But I still keep it live and stay high. But I’m only high on life. Yo, We only high on life. Chorus – Higher than you can think of, But at the blink of an eye my dreams could be burning to the sky (Highs & Lows)

They want me in the back, but I’m coming forth from the north with force and brining it back down south. Steady trying me with my name in your mouth. Or talking that talk like what set ya’ claiming I hold my ground and I start maintaining my composure with the limited exposure To the Seven Mile Dogs, BKs, and Schoolcraft I hold my own and sit back and laugh as these things have come to pass. I compose for those that I chose, my target market. I spark it ignite the flames of intellect What would you expect, heck. I don’t engage in foolishness, you say who is this, but peep the flows you can’t miss this. Fuck Dem Fools, the rules I abide by. Don’t even try guy, because I never knew you. The wackness shows and I see right through, but ooh you really wanna be? Then open up my autobiography to page 23 Don’t use the N word and stop smoking weed. Continuous education, so open a book and read. Subscribe to no religion, but I don’t eat pork. I try to be forgiving and even settle out of court. Now be a father to your children regardless And if you start this, you better finish The Earth we must replenish, easy on the alcohol, but acquire a taste for Guinness. I’m in this days back as I reminisce. I’m thinking of the days when I really wasn’t paid. But still I rock the same fade since the ninth grade. Chorus – I am what I am That’s the tribal man, we all know the colors, we all must stand I coach these players, so the team won’t hate them That emcee came early for breakfast and so I ate him. It’s apparent there more transparent, then overhead slides. But I confide and see real life through real eyes. Where babies need guidance and parents wear disguise. Things ain’t really what they seem. Too many teens are sleeping and chasing wet dreams. Me and most of boys are pushing thirty. You heard me, A grown ass man with this gat in my hand, that other man ran But I take a stand, I gotta a license to kill that expires in five years I show no fears and drink plenty of beers. But I’m still down to oppose wicked foes who oppose me and mine or my property. No one’s stopping me, I’m concocting the magical potion. Dr. Kervorkian love potion. But don’t rub it in your skin, until it blends like lotion. Just Courviesior mixed with a little Dr. Pepper, not a half stepper But I still will clep a quarterback who’s wack and improve my stats. In fact its like that, now bring it back, Black. Uh yeah! I am what I am. I says I am what I am.

If all men are dogs I’m closer to the one that’s spelled backwards that G that stood not for the Green Bay Packers hat to the back, plus the sag in my pants. But without the money I don’t get a second glance, from that average female out for the cash flow. The sack chasin’ ho’din all the dough. So, I don’t mess with em because they lost sight. Settling for the money ‘cause the sex ain’t right. At night they always fight he bust a nut and get up. It’s like damn, wam bam but no thank you ma’am, he paid for dinner now scram. Do what you gotta do recipe of a ho so yesterday I seen her charge a mink a the store on his credit card no doubt. I know what it’s about, living for the money and the clout. In other words a bitch, but I had to make a switch in which a bitch ain’t shit! So I only deal with women, straight up and down on the real how I be living’. Listen up close and swing to my pitch, a man not a dog, I don’t fuck wit no bitch....... -Chorus If all men are dogs, I’m closer to the one that’s spelled backwards If all men are dogs, I’m closer to the one that’s spelled backwards If all men are dogs, I’m closer to the one that’s spelled backwards I take you to the east blackwards now peep......... You see he never gave a fuck about her, he never did. Beat that ass once twice consider you a kid. Child abuse with no excuse as two produce offspring and things and then start to sing sad songs of incest oh no! He grabbed her breasts. Yes he did kid and then he slid, all his dirty fingers down to where the smell still lingers. Don’t deny it’s a shame, but I maintain that’s one reason why we play the silly game. Battle of the sexes perplexed its a lack of understanding I’m commanding you to take charge of your life and wife in strife. Trifflin’ and stifflin’ stops the progress when he puts it to a holt, but behold the truth it strikes em down with a bolt of lightening its frightening conceive as they both stand naked like Adam and Eve. Shameful ways displays the wicked ways of days when they strayed in disarray but Hey!! The other half why did he hated and he degrade it dislocate it, but waited. They debate it on talk shows, but I pose the strong flows so. -Chorus (Repeat) Symbolically speaking or whatever, clever little niche, under the full moon comes the dawn of the bitch., switch. Her best friend she became a diamond, cuz that dog had once stole her hymen. Now she be wining and dining. Dogs stand in line and bury bones in closets a skeleton. Thoughts compelling him to do it again. But then again it was just no win. When she was battered, bruised, confused, with lose screws going psycho creating vicious cycles. So she might go, men are dogs, and women are bitches raising puppies but if they lucky they won’t grow up to be on biting fleas, pissin on trees, and fetching after sticks of these bitch emcees who do it doggy style like copy cats who copy raps. All bark with no bite. Howling through the night It takes a real man to raise em up to the light. -Chorus (Repeat)

Tony Lyrical Yo! The Lyrical implementation across the nationwide, worldwide, slide. Graphical Equalizer LED display, Yo! Inferred red dots connect, select the FM Mode and explode Across the airwaves Slave master relationship. I ships across the sea me in reverse whipping pink flesh and barrels of cotton. I’ve gotten off track beats react and shellac a stack of so-called writers, rhyme biters. My insights live, I make it liver. Flipping gymnastics Nadia Comenici. You’re outta reach G, with your figure of speech. Figurines are so pristine. I be that lean mean, rapping machine. I breathe breath of life into tracks like Creator. I take you through my chambers of Matrix. And beat you for asking like dominatrix. Ugh! Marcus Flaniken Exposure to my rhyme will crack your nogged wide open With no medical technology to bring it to a closure. Head trauma is on file and the flow after coroner. It’ll be boohoos when the family gets the news Later ashes out a pile get the urn later burn victim of the rhyme cremator You say you fly but you only deal in spider’s websites And you would rather be dope and push pestilence, ignorance And misinform my people, But you’re at the point of no return and you can’t come back. Cause locked and stop. Enter the airwaves sound the room the beat just won’t quit Life support systems pulsates my battery Unplug the surge that boogies to electrical chairs Punishment from the capital building. Radio play in East Lansing, but no record deal.

I was Detroit bred, from my feet to my head Tigers Hat, Gucci Shoes, my Used and Major Damaged. 1988 when me and my cousin managed to slip into the Brotherhood Club as dancers for this group called 2 Deep our routine was sweet. We freaked every move in sync complete. Stepped of the stage with a rush of adrenaline. I remember when We parlayed, stayed as Awesome Dre played. Of course, you know he had the headline kickin' rhymes that was way before his time. Flippin' the Al Pacino, Scarface, and Godfather themes, While Willies of today were barely preteens. It was the livest and the show ended real peaceful. After party at the spot Wyoming and Fenkel, Where females act siddidty, sackchasin' across the city. We didn’t get no play because my ride was outdated 76 Aspen to be exact Rusted orange with the woofers in back On the floor, driver’s side with the beige door. I was never stressin' with much more in store. Chorus – These are the moments, I can see Summer of ’90 at the Majestic, a local disco Actin a fool drunk as hell stumblin' from the Cisco. Red Bull I drank ‘til I was full and I thought that I could pull anybody’s card, but I was too smart to be hard.. I headed down south to the school of hard knocks. Majored in accounting to specialize in counting my money in the bank became the lyrical think tank. So on my downtime, I inclined to kick rhymes. I couldn’t freestyle a lick if you paid, but I would say the Same rhyme 5 times in one night. Eventually though, yo my flows got tight. In freestyle sessions I would rhyme all night. 10 Jack Drivin' strivin' room for improvement, the movement. Played the loop on the radio and on the other pressed record. ‘Cause high priced studios we couldn’t afford. I had to graduate and I thank the LORD, that I did. Magna Cum Laude, and oh my GOD it is amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it. My goals are like finish lines, I run right through it, and pursue it. Chorus – These are the moments, I can see Conceived on: 11/8/98 Moments Cont’d. So I returned to my Detroit roots To record at the Disc with Unplugged Roots. We aneed up on cash and two tapes dropped. We tried to build our reps at the Hip Hop Shop. We all got geeked about the deals we’d cop. So we couldn’t understand why our tapes had flopped. Brothers said we was tight, until I said it cost 5 dollars. Radio stations said we should give them some dollars. A&R’s with excuses rendered our efforts useless. Frustrations set in as we became grown men. Less inclined to rhyme and get signed when you got bills and your future on your mind. But through the long journey, it seems that I would find, My love for Hip Hop is truly genuine. Now I got wife, bought a house, and started my own family. But still kill the mic and cause a major calamity. Strictly for the love and the title of Dope MC. Save my own money, drop my own CD independently. Cause at this moment I can clearly see. I rocks for the streets without the industry. Chorus – These are the moments I can see

I rhyme like I want, so don’t constrict me like a serpent, when I work it. Hoist that big but in stirrups. Flowing thick like syrup called Alaga. As I blast off on my Battle Star Gallacticus. So bust as dust the balls off my abacus, and trust when I calculate, I’m right and exact. I’m all that I don’t lack. Tap the Chinese Jacks, now make stacks upon stacks of these rhythmous tracks. Run to your library and go get you a fax, or photocopy, ya sloppy. Ya just a floppy disk, peep my hard disk, tisk come get this From three wise men. Infinite horizons Which means, I can reach into the rays of sun for fun, Yeah! Black like the melanin, check what I be telling them, as I’m compelling them To recognize a new level. I take you to a new galaxy where thoughts be deep with no fallacies. It’s the real deal a new existence persistence, takes you to a zone where you can phone home. Yo! Chorus - All the lonely people, where do they all come from? So lets take a trip, I’m going past the vicinity. In fact, I’m going deep now, cause they’ll be sending me. Blast off, orbit in outta space. Lando Carrisian was the only Black face. But I take my place effects with no cause. Take a pause, then check your draws. If you’re a man then take a stand on the moon. I left the platoon, because I’m going home soon. Chorus - (Repeat) No boundaries, as I travel the cosmos eat toast with the milky way and stray from the norm. I form like swarms of bees collect fees from emcees who squeeze my steeze. Copyright infringement. Clean you like astringent. My penchant for writing rhymes is boundless and infinite, when I sending it. I push envelopes further than the postal office, get off this. You’re soft as a sponge. I don’t dress grunge. No bungee jumping when I’m pumping a joggawatt of bass. I’m about to take it to your face. I controlled your cortex, your thoughts were next. But what would you expect unless you’re to vexed. Got flexed upon a platter. I’m getting badder. You couldn’t reach my flow if you had a step ladder. It wouldn’t matter. Like I said I’m outta site. Stepping up in the day and bring it back at night, right. No boundaries. Chorus - (Repeat)

I pick I pick I pick pick up the pace. I step into the place. Spray your ass call my lyrics mace. It’s a taste of the tear gas you won’t pass the task, as I start the class. I profess to be the best you guess from the ambiguity, guess who’s suing me. Taking me to court, the sad sport couldn’t even pass DORT. Illiterate, so don’t considerate. Flows be kinda thick, I have you choking off the bigger bit. You idiot, ignoramus you ain’t famous. Stepping on the stage saying how can I attain this? I’m unstoppable when I set up my goals. I blowing up the spot your yelling fire in the hole. No soul, as they surround in a circle. Chastised like your middle name was Urcle With some pants upon your chest and a polyester vest. Yes! You don’t mesh with Hip Hop, so stop. You’re fronting. All the money won’t mean nothing. Reconcile the fraud back to the truth. I’ll take you higher than a church roof or steeple. I kick these rhymes for my people, no equal. The creator of all creative forces will force this to rock the spot. I can write a rhyme not high but sober. Always making moves so my career it won’t be over. Burnt out like a last roach. When I approach, I exercise like a coach Tag on your purse, freestyled or rehearsed, but first, I give the weak the worst. Suckas I’m dropping like a low hand in tonk. Or speed chess yes I’m fresh oh hell yes!! You put ‘em against the clock and I’mma eat that ass up. What’s up? Chorus – Get your triflin’ ass of the stage Get your triflin’ ass of the stage Stage Presence The punk mother fuck will get shucked like an ear of corn. Torn straight from the stalk. I swoop down on my pray like a hawk Called Horus aka Heru. You’re through. Now check out the 1 e and da 2 3 e and da 4. I drop the styles your beggin’ me for more. My style it hit you in the face, expose the bridge of your nose as it rose. You need mecuricome to your dome when I roam the micro. But I’m sane not the psycho. You picked the right flow not the leftovers. This ain’t no doggy bag. It’s the real you fag. That’s why I got the right to brag. Braggadocios flows that they kicked way back in ’87. I’m not a starving artist because my lyrics are phat. I’ll hurt ya. Ya malnurtured. Put on the respirator, sealed your fate I Pull the plug like Kervorkian. Mercy killing revealing Empathy for the emcee as she Nurse ‘em back to life with two big breastasess Don’t stand next to this, while flexing this I bring the soul I’m on a role but I’ll stop, and tell once again of the intricate plot. Why not? Chorus – Get your triflin ass off the stage Get your triflin ass off the stage

Chorus – From Prevost, to Forrer, to Rutherford. It’s just D’s streets its D’s just D’s streets. From 7 Mile, to 8 Mile and back to McNichols It’s D’s streets its D’s just D’s streets. Tony Lyrical Envision me as a B-boy as I deploy backspins, and windmills, and 1999’s upon a card board box with my pants stuffed in my socks as we rock box...for those who follow us in flocks. But you chose to oppose, bro.’s, who compose prose. Poetic format is phat called Rap, and put Detroit upon the map. I come down with that Unplugged Rooted, computed. The CD-ROM now tell ya mom that I’m the bomb. I’m calm, cool Nonchalant if you will. Accentuate the rhythm at the top of the hill. Still, I stay on point like that XY axis, so ask this Bachelor of Scientists, how I rock it concoct it just like a potion but my mind is deeper than the ocean, deeper than the seas, deeper than the breeze through the trees - a natural phenomenon. You think I’m on to something. Yall be tryin’ to emcee but you be steady frontin’. I disgrace you, place you into the center. You drippin’ perspiration as you get wetter. I embroider upon your chest a Scarlet letter. Now you marked with the mark of a wack ass rapper. So follow me as I track the profitability of this lost emcee, but not me. I represent the D .... Chorus From 7 mile to Greenfield its D’s Streets, It’s just D’s Streets From Beaverland, to Burt Road, and down to Braille. It’s D’s Streets, It’s just D’s Streets From 6 mile to 8 mile, I don’t smile It’s D’s Streets, It’s just D’s Streets From Sussex, to Coyle, down to Hubble It’s D’s Streets, It’s just D’s Streets From Mack to Gratiot, yo, over to Vandyke It’s D’s Streets, It’s just D’s Streets D’s Streets cont’d. Marcus Flaniken My rhymes are crucial like oxygen so every breath you take is owned by the police every move you make. Security blows the whistle. Refereeing what I’m emceeing. Trying to do good but always living bad. And man, it only gets worse, death is the outcome. You chauffeured around in a Hurst. I mutilate your state of mind With a murder city verse, a killing spree of mc’s and disc jockey’s that an old episode the hardest copies. Cancel like Bullwinkle and Rocky. Animation is an imitation of this real world. Don’t get dealt within the shuffle. Spades will split; your chest will cave in. Hearts open to surgeries even happens to brave men. It’s funny that tennis top when everybody, everybody’s working so doggone hard to be number one. 1212 is what I represent, my bandit. Wanted like Lorenz Tate for them dead presidents. So who you gonna call when I breaking end tables into your residence? Where you eat and pray, afraid to close one open eye for sleep. 911 is joke with disconnected link wrapped around your whole throat…..Yeah! Chorus From Colfax to Hazel down to Cobb its D’s Streets, It’s just D’s Streets From Grand River to Fenkel, Yo, Yo. It’s D’s Streets, It’s just D’s Streets From Warren to Webb, yo over there It’s D’s Streets, It’s just D’s Streets Wyoming, like that and a 48235, 48227, 48219 Yo, coming from the 313, It’s Tony Lyrical and Marcus Flaniken

Sometimes I lay on my back hoping that the world would end To you it sounds strange, I really want a change. Seeking a higher force that’s stopping this monotonous Life and death materialistic madness is sadness. Wave good bye, why? Civilization is lost and unattainable and flammable and Burning down the walls were pearly gates are just a fairy tale. Very well, a dead corpse rotting in a grave is more dismal than the soul of a slave. Staring at the star lit night as the sky builds fright that the sky just might fall down. Reminiscent of Chicken Little Discrepancies found in diseases whoever this pleases a Black man hanging by his neck when they made Lynchberg lemonade, sip the juice. The air that I breathe is hard to produce. Check the altitude and past the anti-histamine, fill the lungs I’m sprung, I’m done For the live and stereotype of hype I come real savage like a tomahawk chop it, but stop it. Its amazing at how exploitative it gets. I splits two peas in a pod for believers in God and not Nimrod. Worshippers of trees, Oh please! I seize this opportunity to reach to a community. Worldwide and slide with my knowledge inside. I seize this opportunity to reach to a community. Worldwide and slide with my knowledge inside. Chorus – Midnight Awakening The Midnight Awakening

I ride on the tundra, deserts, and oasis. Place this number one steel belted. Whelps upon your back as I react like an all terrain vehicle. Its just that rough stuff as I cuff link rhymes together, well suited and tie together. Whatever clever, relax, relax. Kick your feet up lounge upon the sofa. I wake that ass up like that movie Sankofa. Its over, don’t you even think about the past. Reparations cause constapations Waiting for the shit to drop off, get knocked over by angry rebels in Saryova. Boom Who bombs Pearl Harbor? Hiroshima gets bombed back So don’t come at all if you gonna come wack. Chorus – I send you to abyss, pissed so get this Lyrical Endeavor, MC comin’ clever I break you down like some cremated ashes, dust to dust. I derivate like calculus. Designer like Tuscany, Royal Copenhagen Calculate the ski slope of a toboggan. I be joggin’. I warm healthy heart, but the blood I’m pumpin’ is cold as I unload at the docks. You won’t get served without no shoes, or no socks. I locks as a Smith as I rift and sift as if You was 3/5’s of the man I am so scram quickly, like Speedy Gonzales. When I polished all my rhymes with wax, tax exempt you withhold 33 percent. My intent Money in the bank from the lyrical think-tank. Boredom strikes when lyrics are mundane and plane Jane. No personality having nothingness. A Yo! Seal this with a Hershey kiss, ya pissed. Chorus – I send you to abyss, pissed so get this Lyrical Endeavor, MC comin’ clever I hit you up with my tactics, slapstick comedies. Bombin’ emcees I bring the boom and consume You like a meal, and I can feel the snakes in the grass. But I catch that ass fast. I’m Ricky Ticky Tacky. I attack the wack emcee. A mongoose on the loose and I produce mass results. The area I’m moving in circles like pi. Why I The artist formerly known as Nonchalant. 5 o’clock in the morning where you gonna be? I’m in the studio making hits. Consider me a totem pole long and skinny. And if anybody disrespect, I get my moms to put you in check. I’m playing but what I’m saying is dope. Fools lyrics is filthy, I was your mouth out with soap. Chorus – I send you to abyss, pissed so get this Lyrical Endeavor, MC comin’ clever I wanna give a shout out to my main man Mal. Unplugged Roots posse - 558, Mista Grits, Isotope, KOB Mustafa, Droopee, Komani, Eddie on the boards Melody Pharmz crew – DJ Whip, DJ Haaj 10 Jack Drive – DJ Kev da Mad Scientist, DJ Geneas, DJ House, my man Brian, Tred The Whole Detroit Crew, ATL Tuskegee, all the HBCUs And last but not least, TWISTIE.

Gamin' I am thought meanwhile I be acting exacting like and exacto blade precise cuts WHAT? Sharp thoughts sculpting knowledgeintowisdomintounderstanding into Knowledge whether in trade school or in college Tricks of the trade well played like a good hand in tonk Gin Rummy on that dummy who reneged in Spades Ethical bluffing, and puffing quick switch to charades Name your game and play it well Drug Dealer, Faith Healer, Corporate Execs cashin checks to Athletes, Musicians makin beats, Entrepreneurs, Connoisseurs All makin moves Checkmate, contemplate, a new game. Gamin. Maintainin. They say its all about survival. Who then is liable? Responsibility. Accountability. I guess that's why I majored in accounting, counting My money all the way to the bank. Legit, so quit. Gamin' Makin the world go round Tag your "it", the outcast. The squirrel trying to get a nut Trying to get up, come up. No longer "it" as you pass the touch to the next man. Take a stand (Got Damn) Gamin' Gamin' Can you read my mind? Gamin' Can you see what I am thinking? Gamin' Gamin' The game never ends, just bends and twists and turns into a new direction The rules changed twice while I only blinked once So can you keep up, keep the volley goin' Or will you fall by the waste side Saying, "Well at least, I tried" but my shoe became untied and when I went down to tie it. I was no longer tied for first place, but wound up dead last in that race. The game. Gamin The game of life The game of survival The game of trials and tribulations Life is but a game, not whether you win or lose But how you play the game Gamin'