It's TRUE||FORM y'all Bold aggression, yo they holdin' the coldest weapons in Stolen elections; exercising voter suppression by Controlling all the zoning, ring of red around the rosiest of Real estate - how oxymoronic, when the deed is fake Depleted streams of revenue, who left to eat the cake We gon' take, retrieve and repossess the West and East of Lakes Bleed and break the neck of every rat; we never feed a snake That sev'rance pay done sealed the fate of every cheap-skate Yo, you free to wait around for that allowance, but it's Loud and crowded on the battleground of the endowment, so The self-sufficient is shiftin' the countenance of prowess to Position right the angle and sustain a daily balance, bruh Achieve and keep the equilibrium commensurate Buddhist-style; breathe and be the healing of the sicknesses Boost the mood; feed the leadership within the syndicate Truth to power, speak it even if it's inarticulate Behold the bounties, sow the seed receive the benefits Growth and maturation; evolution of the genesis Method execution - distribution of a god's gifts Obviously genius is the genus of the generous Perfect production for construction of the conduit Annunaki channelin' the conscience of the postulant Doctor Hamurabi chop the hand of all the robbers, send the Coppers off proper, we got this shit Giving, up is not an option for the broken-down, it's No time for slowing momentum, continue holdin' out and Giving, everything you got to the resistance Fire in defense of the defenseless, any mis Giving, over what the scope of work consists of Raise a hand; put a fuckin' fist up; listen cuz Giving, in is not an inevitability Some go reluctantly and others willingly No sunset provision we dripping with tears, blood, sweat Expiration among death gripping, we ain't done yet Flick of the tongue come get Gifted and Young up next None left, spitting obituary for fun kid This be like the sequel to my people wanting seconds The verbal essence and message I left it up to the heads And all the haters too Here's a message: fuck you Rapping ain't made for everybody, def not you I'm violent while I'm trying to punch my ticket to the top Not stopping to catch my breath, the stench of rappers left to rot Ain't goin' out like that, don't ever be doubting that fact Thought I was washed? I'm not. Now you're dying to run it back Yo, we move it past 'em no need for permission never asked 'em Skippin' a dap with emcees who acting like they ain't trying to cash in Multi-syllabic while the rest of y'all basic chanting Thanks for throwing us on the bill, but we snatching up all your fans And advance the circumstance from streaming to spinning wax Gifted would snap, give it a pass, another day you'll live to rap Keep wandering off if you gone threaten my moms I'm spilling it all, I ain't giving a fuck, it's No Holds Barred Unless you… back the fuck up and shut the fuck up, you acting stupid Public apologies and handing back Miller's royalties Keep it moving, I honestly hope you keep improving But I ain't going back with you I'm making real movements Giving, up is not an option for the broken-down, it's No time for slowing momentum, continue holdin' out and Giving, everything you got to the resistance Fire in defense of the defenseless, any mis Giving, over what the scope of work consists of Raise a hand; put a fuckin' fist up; listen cuz Giving, in is not an inevitability Some go reluctantly and others willingly Yo come on

Don't cry - dry your eyes They say the grass is greener on the other side OD off the white Gregory Hines, forever my Lines are indelibly spit in the spirit of '79 Legacy livin' in Gifted; a premonition Predicted by the mystics - sleep in and miss it, or Arise to the Priory of Scion - fire inside 'em We not the type to sign up to carry the lightest item Orcas to Rikers Island; we fortifyin' a Frontline to FIGHT precisely when the time's right The Glock strikes nine - top of mind is Achievement of the apogee, see we gon' reach the acme The pinnacle, the maximum - the last degree Mas-tery of avarice - magic of the majesty Maverick out to pasture, that's appropriate surroundings A captive of the open seas; a phobia of drowning Parochial persuasion laid the work to ground the boundaries Spatially aware of evil aliens around me Jet City Freeze in effect, negative seventy Degrees; endlessly kept wet - it drip incessantly the Free Press retreat, left for better scenery, it's Definitely greener on the East Side Fetch, pretty please - all pets possess the pedigree The step giddy-up and the vet collect the treasury The redress repeat; sheep, they sleep restfully It's way more steady on the West Side We goin' minin' for that Hope Diamond Ain't no denyin' how the folk grindin - a loaded 9 inside the Coat linin' the brightest minds will thrive in any kind of Environment ever-striving to arrive at enlightenment I found a portal to a parallel world Followed a pharaoh in and gave the carousel a whirl Pearl shell glisten - get the essence of the sheen back Gleam, Black! Everything is everything, Facts It's TRUE||FORM we envision a break from mental prison Listen and fight against division building a better system Whether or not we grow up, we riding with those who know us Way before the blow up, making the bandwagon throw up We close enough to sure enough Shoring up what's been holding us Back in the belly of the beast, no concern for defeat Devil should watch what he eat, he need a Pepcid AC We parasitic boring out through the feet, no sleep To each his own, but I think that resting is weak I'm filling the fist up with the crystal if it's fit for it B I'm throwing a fistful if you dissing either me or my team I'm filling the pistol if you testing rest in peaceful decease I confess, I obsess over the world in my possession Symbolism is the individual in genuflexion to the blessed son Torch passed by KRS-1, take it to the grave Ain't ever gone be a next up Jet City Freeze in effect, negative seventy Degrees; endlessly kept wet - it drip incessantly the Free Press retreat, left for better scenery, it's Definitely greener on the East Side Fetch, pretty please - all pets possess the pedigree The step giddy-up and the vet collect the treasury The redress repeat; sheep, they sleep restfully It's way more steady on the West Side Jet City Freeze in effect, negative seventy Degrees; endlessly kept wet - it drip incessantly the Free Press retreat, left for better scenery, it's Definitely greener on the East Side Fetch, pretty please - all pets possess the pedigree The step giddy-up and the vet collect the treasury The redress repeat; sheep, they sleep restfully It's way more steady on the West Side

Yo yo, Gifted Youngstaz, Fro Gifted Youngstaz with the A-F-R-O spittin' abundance For my Latino and black poetry The potency be the woe is me odyssey known to be hotter No overthrowing a body I body any kind of emcee I be the mic creator, the troubled son mastermind Be the spine breaker, I run and gun to pass the time Must annihilate you, the one to turn the rapid fire Be the crime caper, must be the one to rationalize Only plan attack when you ready for the battle and saddle up Matter of fact when I'm steady to the channel I'm able to beat any criminal, I'm capable I be the interlude Between the album the thought I could savor the truth But I can't speak for anybody that not me When I'm in the ring I dance around like I'm Ali The confidence is immaculate, you can see the opposite I be the fantastic, fabulous type of honorary This for the brothers that locked up, no commissary I leave you rappers blocked up for the contrary Three shots on the eve of the autumnal equinox Each of these effectively projected out the speaker box Equally productive at destructing the elitist bloc Peace, Ahk - let the rhythm hit 'em in they sweet spot Aiyo feeling the feelings, revealing truths unappealing But still my will dealing with competing in public speaking Said I'm never enough? I call bluff, then I shut 'em down Gifted - crown jewel of the mother fucking Puget Sound Aficionado of spittin' gold - El Dorado But I rip the beat to pieces, I'm stickin' it like staccato I'm thinking that something is coming, I'm ready to fund it I'm goin' a hundred, I'm runnin' to summit I'm fucking the "what if I try and I plummet?" Cause if it could be done Then I already done it bitch Aiyo I'm coming without fear Heart got smashed comeback player for all years For all ears, it doesn't matter the talent Cause hard work paid off, I'm at the top of the planet What up to grassroots, we spitting clinics like classrooms Read rhyme science in the lab and I'm breaking the glass tubes Rap roots deep, we spitting for all peeps But I kill it, distilling pure shit. And that's all, peace Three shots on the eve of the autumnal equinox Each of these effectively projected out the speaker box Equally productive at destructing the elitist bloc Peace, Ahk - let the rhythm hit 'em in they sweet spot Yo, some kids would kill to be in prison Others suffer from the ills of individualism I don't know which one is worse in furthering this division But words of wisdom said to work with what I was given, that's A dollar and a copper pot to piss in; memories of my Mama sobbin' after my noggin' went lost and missing The saga not gon' stop by definition - young author got a Pen and documented how he was made in his father's image This lil' knockoff Basquiat's still not finished Had it poppin' for a hot minute, then lost interest I thought I had the oddest sense of artistry, but Honestly I hadn't properly dealt with a lotta ignorance False witness, born strong, trademark Dark minimalism; it's long winters, but the promise of Dawn's imminent, I'm in the wrong business On and on until another song's written Stock clip licking Three shots on the eve of the autumnal equinox Each of these effectively projected out the speaker box Equally productive at destructing the elitist bloc Peace, Ahk - let the rhythm hit 'em in they sweet spot

We heat it up, kid We heat it up, kid We heat it up, kid We get the pot hot; yeah we heat it up, kid Yeah, I'm going back to god is it my final visit Equivocally, vividly spitting. But y'all don't wanna listen Honestly on a mission, to verbalize this condition My visions lifted, it's Gifted, there ain't not competition There ain't even opposition, I've just got to drop the wisdom Similar to living bitching I'ma carry on tradition Spittin' with RA Scion, said Mikey you keep an eye on A sixteen line I'm bringing it past the pylon Thinking we can all agree, Gifted is an anomaly Killing me with a bottle but filled with the pills you're swallowing Never said to follow me, I'm only spitting knowledge see A problem with all 'em balling farther than they wallets reach What's in it? It's finished. I'm brining it back to triple digits I'm thinking that rap's bringing it back, to it's humble beginnings Big shoes to fill, but it ain't a problem; no small feat From Common Market Live sans Sabzi to Mobb Deep So bring forth the diadem; I been tried Time and again - trying to survive the lion's den The rearrival of the prodigal son, yo they Say the day of the Promised One has come; it's a lot of them Yo we do need a messiah though, it's evident we Hell-bent on not dying; life's irrelevant Deeply indebted to the means and methods of the Machinery, man I'm thinking we should rethink things We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid We get the pot hot; yeah we heat it up, kid Here's how to cook a wolf in an endemic, the Finish line's close, it's no time for roastin' pigeons - I'm Picking the bones of a piglet with ya; get the picture I'm pitching a fit - fork in the fist - a fifth of this formula's Fixed firm in the other, my brother - you finna GIT it; the Full effect of this furor; hot lead for the Fuhrer's head As good as dead are the judge and juror - ain't no Ketanji Brown about to conjure down a dormant dream in Subconscious of an orphan trying to slide up in-between 'em, I Been designing my defenses since the age of nine, and I'm Admittedly confined to my offensive sensibilities Timelessly cemented to resentment; shit is killing me The inability to "let it go" is so Inimical to growth, it's so difficult to go within the Skin that I am in; it's like a mix of hydrogen and nitrogen I might emit a nauseating noxious scent, so please Pardon me - I'm just following the courses charted by the Party of The Commies; all the monuments are toppling The arsonists have gone and bombed a Pottery Barn Oh, the atrocity! For god's fucking sake, go 'head and martyr me The resurrection is deferred indefinitely I expect some hesitancy in accepting the Executors pathetic explanation for sequestering the Jester left to take the blame for the death of Coretta's King So bring forth the diadem; I been tried Time and again - trying to survive the lion's den The rearrival of the prodigal son, yo they Say the day of the Promised One has come; it's a lot of them Yo we do need a messiah though, it's evident we Hell-bent on not dying; life's irrelevant Deeply indebted to the means and methods of the Machinery, man I'm thinking we should rethink things We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid We get the pot hot; yeah we heat it up, kid We heat it up, kid We heat it up, kid We heat it up, kid We get the pot hot; yeah we heat it up, kid

Yo, who lied and said I am Step to this and get these fifty-something-year-old hands I'll put 'em on ya - brother I am sick and no it's not with no pneumonia No it's not no COVID or no strain of the corona No it's not the Crohn's, that's a bogus diagnosis Fed a line of bullshit - dietary focused Immuno-suppression my intestine go corrosive GMO's ingested 'cause I guess they couldn't grow shit Fore the farmers sold to corporate ownership Field fail to yield; CEO go home with bonuses Sharecroppers gotta get a loan - oh here we go again Back up on the tractor with a hatchet and a hoe, bitch No it don't quit - all my folkers know is this Stewards of the land North of Eden, where the snow's thick Dig through the drifts just to throw feed and shovel shit That's a backwards hustle; take a bad debt and double it, uh Tobacco planters never learned to manage money Just to hold a hand out, take advantage of a subsidy From 'Bama to Virginia, Kansas and Kentucky This America The Beautiful is truly fucking ugly It's ugly It's ugly It's ugly America The Beautiful is truly fucking ugly It's ugly America The Beaut shit, fuck If you're trying to get by and do the best you can To earn a dollar lemme hear you holler: YES I AM If you humble and behaving like a guest of this land In respect of the ancestors? Say: YES I AM Be you bisex, gay, lez, queer, or trans Am I here for your protection? HELL YES I AM It may never take place over my lifespan, but Am I sure the change is coming, cousin? YES I AM I could never recognize the whack shit Doesn't matter if they bubble in the cut or getting a bag Something about this kid, could route this biz Could finally amount to some shit, with or without that vid Yo check it, America the beautiful is looking foolish Class of the rulership's poly theatre for the viewership But who's to think? Living the tutelage of consumers The humor's often ruined, reduce 'em to call 'em boomers...okay Knowledge and wisdom is universal But it takes some maturation to move us into the future That's not to say the youth is, completely fucked up and useless If only a little ruthless from being born with these bruises I get it, cause I was born with them things too And man I let it, fuck around with my head too And if you wanna keep going down that path? That's cool Just know that wrath ain't ever gonna be brining you back that truth Yeah, it's brining you back that truth Just know that wrath ain't ever gonna bring you back that truth It's brining you back that truth It's brining you back that truth Just know that wrath ain't ever gonna bring you back that truth If you're trying to get by and do the best you can To earn a dollar lemme hear you holler: YES I AM If you humble and behaving like a guest of this land In respect of the ancestors? Say: YES I AM Be you bisex, gay, lez, queer, or trans Am I here for your protection? HELL YES I AM It may never take place over my lifespan, but Am I sure the change is coming, cousin? YES I AM

Yeah limited issue this could miss you if you wish to plead the fifth I'm living to spit it a little bit if it is evident you been delivered a gift Sophisticated with the fist, catch the fade Swinging to eliminate anyone, any way, D.W.Y.C.K. with the lemonade Anyway levitate; I might be filling this up on the litmus Test with the villainous, I could deliver it If you believing it, you be the reason it's finally the season I'm letting it breathe and I Hold up Like Dilla we spittin' with donuts I'ma be repping the Philippines. Show 'em we iller, Cebu to Manila we Coming in peace, it's dripping right out of your cheeks I'm watching the money increase with the public release of my rhymes on a beat Feeling the freedom, to bite off the hand that be feeding 'em Remember that I made you relevant I took you places that you should have never went Kooky Shabang, I'm on my A-game Top recruit; two shots to shoot if you improve your aim TRUTH Work the key, become the master of your freedom Never have to ask permission and you never need a reason Pull up, you got the green light - bust it if it seem like the Right thing - got the clean sight - let it ring like: Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Bobby Sakaki in the lobby, dog Got in with the cloned FOB; product of the Drone God Bros know the "code" of these streets lead 'em to amazon Shifty like the condominium sands - you standin' on Shaky ground, close to the edge, dead indigenous F. eugenics, I give 'em the business from the genesis Twenty one jump, never had a J to save me Practiced on the cross, holy Roman chattel slavery Chain gang, gang - hang ten - here go the main event Channeling the flow of the ancient Mesopotamian, I'm Scramblin the code of the sacred message of aliens A transcribed text, verbatim: the death of Damien A dirge for the deceased, gee - will you remember me After all the numbing of the pain with gin and Hennesy Heightened sensory perceiving hypersensitivity Ignorance and innocence are tied inextricably You with me, g? Holler if you're here to move the needle Tear the root of evil out the shallow groove; it grew illegal Who's a true believer; prove it to the people - do the distribution Equally, or we will get what's due us non-peacefully Mega Umesha in my prospects Holder of a couple golden shiny metal objects Setter of another dozen records at the contest Post-game speech blew the speakers out the Fostex, yeah Talk slick and as clever as a fox gets Translator lost - shit was taken outta context Deep fake; lip readers racin' out the complex Come to find the head coach made a phony bomb threat, ha Madhu Chedda what's the matter witcha? Thought I had your data trackin betta Shoulda been and bagged a win and had your signature affixed to the agreement Now we Super-beefin - thru with workin' weekends, fuck it Yo, Kooky Shabang, I'm on my A-game Top recruit; two shots to shoot if you improve your aim TRUTH Work the key, become the master of your freedom Never have to ask permission and you never need a reason Pull up, you got the green light - bust it if it seem like the Right thing - got the clean sight - let it ring like: Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding