[Sample] No one. We are all just complicated arrangements of atoms into subatomic particles, we don't live. But our atoms do move about in such a way to as give us identity and consciousness. We don't die, our atoms just rearrange themselves. There is no God -- there can be no God. It's ridiculous to think in terms of a superior being. An inferior being -- maybe... because we, We who don't even exist, We arrange our lives with more order and harmony than God ever arranged the Earth. There is no measure. But, we create one through music. We are the architects of our own existance. [Soul-Fizzle] Born and raised in the earth Older than the church As real as we come Wisdumb in the trunk Watching us get drunk Supportin, supplyin the smoked out lungs Loyal and selfless, spoil the friendship Embroil the nature, cuttin chip and timber Stores revel in anger The greed machine Sweepin up all the greenery For profit and concrete scenery Just stop it, apologize, hug the tree Enough forest fires, doin damage Let's find a way to help the balance We're tipping towards an unhealthy status We could learn a few things or we could burn a few things But we're just burnin the candle at both ends Both ends (x3) But we're just burnin the candle at both ends Burning (I'm burnin) Not learning (not learnin) Deservin what we get (what we get) Are you hurting? (are you hurting?) Is it working (Is it working?) Are you learning anything yet? (have you learned anything?) [Prome] It gets to me, I've never really known a single word of wisdom but let it be/ I'm still speakin to stay grounded and find some pitch like tents be/ Livin rent free, still livin like life's meant to be/ But fundamentally, well you know what, never mind i'll be fine, please come empty me/ Legibly, logically, shit all these things that i've got to be/ Got me way too focussed only knowin what symbolic be/ Consider that i'm an optic beast about to blow an octave see/ It's stoppin me from just straight up pushin past philosophy/ And fuckery, cuz i understand theyre similar only subtly/ But i'll be the one to notice when it's all been said and done to me/ So put a gun to me, and tell me what i'm older what im gnna be/ Cuz frankly both sides of most candles could combust with ease/ So wssup with these, tendencies to fight what's probly meant to be/ Cuz i dont wanna look back and just have flannel-fitted memories/ But i guess i'm still pretending that i'm better than what i better be/ But i'm ventin, blowin smoke out of air-ducts, you get my breeze?/ There's only so much of a person you can burn through/ There's only so many people that I can turn to/ And through these words i'm learnin to just get what I deserve/ And yet just accept that the rest is just/ [Soul-Fizzle] Burning (I'm burnin) Not learning (not learnin) Deservin what we get (what we get) Are you hurting? (are you hurting?) Is it working (Is it working?) Are you learning anything yet? (have you learned anything?) [T.O.M.C.] String theory, tie myself in knots don’t mean a thing to me/ Cling to these vices that’s what life is, gotta disagree/ We’re priceless, infinity distilled and dumbed down/ Confined to confound like love binds the unbound/ Plastered smiles that come frown at people with tattoos/ Smoking cigarettes, back turners standing still as statues/ On the back burner i’ve been meaning to ask you/ Are my heart murmurs easy to dance to?/ I can’t do this, I’m stupid, on some primordial soup shit/ A fog moving faster than traffic that we commute with/ The truth is i’m music, regressed back to the numbers/ Ad infinitum, im killing them, what kinda rapper don’t/ suffer Im that girl with the bright eyes, who knew that you loved her/ I’m every fucking thing you wish you said to her that summer/ I am you, I can’t to something pointless ask you to learn to love/ But I can strike a match grab this verse and burn it up/ There's only so much of a person you can burn through/ There's only so many people that I can turn to/ And through these words i'm learnin to just get what i deserve/ And yet just accept that the rest is just/ [Soul-Fizzle] Burning (I'm burnin) Not learning (not learnin) Deservin what we get (what we get) Are you hurting? (are you hurting?) Is it working (Is it working?) Are you learning anything yet? (have you learned anything?)

Sample: We've got to do the right thing, we're going to have to live with this for the rest of our lives. FRANK! You gotta behave like a grown fucking man. You gotta shut the fuck up, don't be sorry, don't look fucking back, because, believe me, no one gives a fuck. [T.O.M.C.] Hovering above an over populated skyline/ Mutter of indoctrination know the way to trying times/ Lover has no patience, see you laters fly by/ Summer golden gate suicide newspaper bylines/ Some are blind im, just another fly rhyme/ Einstein, twist the top off the timeline/ Pop off the white wine, follow the bright signs/ Right into the night time, like im just…/ Another muthafucka with a lifeline, yuhp/ So I keep breathing, knees weak in the deep end/ Used to wait so eagerly for each weekend/ The dreams seemed to keep beating as my chest bled/ From breastfed to deathbed least I was fucking well read/ Not bookish, too shook to be hell bent or crooked/ That’s just my hat cuz I rap and act Brooklyn/ But I'm bookin, take a blind left and highstep/ How you could feel so lonely you'd want a mermaid on your bicep/ Company forever embedded so we cherish the ink/ Homeless in my own culture cuz i'm not embarrassed to think/ So call me a vagrant, vacant mind from ancient times/ Making rhymes in my basement, changin' space and time/ It breaks hearts, but I guess that really 'aint hard/ I'm just some angsty fuck that doesn't like the waste scars/ Sample: We've got to do the right thing, we're going to have to live with this for the rest of our lives. FRANK! Don't give me this, um, on the one hand, and on the other hand, Just say: "this is the way I think it's going to be" because there's several hands and fuckin shit don't help. [Prome] We bought time, just to retrace the chalk lines/ Tryna see through crystal balls had me lookin cross-eyed/ Guess i'm done writing suicide songs/ And tryna right wrongs lettin' bygones be/ Life's gone flash-quick, no time for Nikons/ I'm tryna see the lights that my icons see/ Tryna shine a light on like right on/ Like right on the books that i write on like right on me/ So i'll shine tryna take flight like a flygon/ Right into the nighttime speedin with my brights on/ Like i thought i was the only one alive/ Like i'm the only one that's ever tried to find god/ Like i found him, i think i met him once/ But maybe i'm just trying to hard to be meta cuz/ He told me to tell you that i'm the chosen one/ But come to think of it i'm probly not the only one/ Sample: Finally crawl out of one hole, just to fall into another. What have we got here a fuckin comedian? You gotta behave like a grown fucking man. You gotta shut the fuck up, don't be sorry, don't look fucking back, because, believe me, no one gives a fuck. [Prome] And we've been back to all the crime scenes/ Tryna understand what all the evidence might mean/ If all the pleasantness and roses in the sediment/ Actually send a message and what the end of the sentence is/ And if i'm sensitive, to what the sentence is/ Then im just worried that i could be upset by it/ And in effect i shouldn't be an attorney/ I probly shouldn't be on the jury, shouldn't be sentencing/ And i don't know whos on the other end/ And i can't really tell whether time is bent/ Or if it's linear, i'm not certain/ All i'm really sure is that i'll never get it perfect/ That i'll never get the verdict/ But it's just not that easy to give it up/ So let's throw it in a pile and just burn it/ Because believe me, no one gives a fuck/

[Prome] Simmer down now/ Simmer down simmer down simmer down now/ SHOUT livin for the rhythm and the sound now/ Way up in the clouds now, take a look around now/ It may be kinda hard to believe it, but its only always ever been/ Me and you and everything between us/ For the sake of the thrill/ Close your eyes, hold tight, baby just stay... Still/ What ever happened to we could live forever/ We would have each other, we could live together/ Just forget the rest of them, me and you girl/ What happened to that: baby we could rule the world/ And every now and then fly to the moon/ In other words baby kiss me. this be/ Our history, a past full of grab-ass and Listerine/ Listen see I just thought you had a thing for symmetry/ Had a thing for guys with a broken smile, broken step/ Broken heart every time you came along a broke his neck/ But there’s a difference between being broken open/ and owning that there’s only so many of those that know you best/ those willin to just chill and watch the world turn/ that’ll be right with you to watch the world burn/ that understand you well enough to get/ that it is what it is if it aint in the end/ Simmer down now/ Simmer down simmer down simmer down now/ SHOUT livin for the rhythm and the sound now/ Way up in the clouds now, take a look around now/ It may be kinda hard to believe it, but its only always ever been/ Me and you and everything between us/ For the sake of the thrill/ Close your eyes, hold tight, baby just stay... Still/ Sick of this shit always taste like licorice/ Why does ‘just friends’ always taste like gibberish/ Liquor-lipped tryna make amends but it stings a bit/ Tryna cling to anything that sticks to fingertips/ Ill-equipped tryna fight my own worst enemy/ But damn ill admit I’ve been running out of energy/ Runnin on empty see im tryna beat me venom/ And even the vendetta that’s been eating at my self-esteem/ Helplessly, haplessly, just copin’ with the basics/ But it happens that I’ve got a closet full of ultimatums/ And bones pilin’ up with piles of dust/ Its fine its just they tell me I don’t smile enough/ I’m tired as fuck and done, just done with being clever/ Lemme get a running start, rub my wings together it goes/ One. Two. Jump. Fly./ Don’t ever look back, or say goodbye/ Simmer down now/ Simmer down simmer down simmer down now/ SHOUT livin for the rhythm and the sound now/ Way up in the clouds now, take a look around now/ It may be kinda hard to believe it, but its only always ever been/ Me and you and everything between us/ For the sake of the thrill/ Close your eyes, hold tight... just stay... still/

[Prome] Promised myself that I would touch the sky/ So I take a deep breath, shut my eyes/ Throw my hands in the air and just/ Cuz like learnin' how to fly just wasn't enough/ I started rapping when i heard Kweli's Knowledge of Self/ Now I'm just waitingg on the Grammy's while polishing shelves/ But for now though, I might start chargin for downlaods/ Cuz down road I'm tryna pay for college myself/ Call it squandering wealth, I'll probly never get in/ But ima go hard all the way down to my second pick/ Cuz, well, I'm not a fall back guy/ I'm a Fall Out Boy! and ima fall out the sky/ When my wings melt, see I remember when things felt/ Like I was good at everything, i could even sing well/ Say word? cuz now i'm singin like a caged bird/ I could escape but it's safe and I stay heard/ Behind bars, but you could never cage me/ Call me chicken, but i aint cajun i'm cage-free/ Chicken-little chillin, waitin on the sky to fall/ Cuz the day it does ima be fly by default/ [Prome] Promised myself that I would touch the sky/ So I take a deep breath, shut my eyes/ Throw my hands in the air and just/ Cuz like learnin' how to fly just wasn't enough/ [Proda] Promised myself that I would touch the sky/ So I take a deep breath, shut my eyes/ Throw my hands in the air and just/ Cuz like learnin' how to fly just wasn't enough/ I'm so airborn, swimmin in a dreamcloud/ Feet danglin off of Saturn's rings, ring, re-dial/ Voice-mail left my phone in the sky/ Live life lightspeed, bein epic, never dies/ I'm the captain of this crusade, cruisin' through the blue-space/ Losers never two-sake, i boost up and zoom straight/ And if my path looks narrow, oh well/ I inhale, exhale speed up then excel/ Through the vortex, seepin' through your cortex/ I'm changin all your core-specs, takin over more or less/ Knock, knock, knock, lemme in, lemme in/ I'm tryna change the world with the spin of my pen/ Let's pretend and make believe/ That i'm a million miles up in a maple tree/ And raining all on your head: it's the puzzle cuz I dropped the pieces/ Look what happened: I forgot the thesis/ [Proda] Promised myself that i would touch the sky/ So i take a deep breath, shut my eyes/ Throw my hands in the air and just/ Cuz like learnin' how to fly just wasn't enough/ [T.O.M.C.] Promised myself that i would touch the sky/ So i take a deep breath, shut my eyes/ Throw my hands in the air and just/ Cuz like learnin' how to fly just wasn't enough/ This ain’t a track to contemplate on/ Just break your back and rap like Akon/ Just state the facts and dash don’t play god/ No need for a hyphen enlightenments ways off/ Made off like Bernie, Rome's burning in spite of him/ Senses heighten while the tightrope is tightening/ Round my neck like a noose, light is truth/ Dark is too, stay balanced I admit it shit is hard to do/ So live it up, or don’t I could give a fuck/ Just promise me you ain’t stopping me when I split my gut/ On the sidewalk, listen to the sky talk/ Say hi god , have I got a story for you/ A warning is due, I’m courting the truth according to couthe/ Who'd have thought it’s this dormant/ Blood coursing, heres a course in whats important-/ -You actually thought I could tell you? Nahhh/ [T.O.M.C.] Promised myself that i would touch the sky/ So i take a deep breath, shut my eyes/ Throw my hands in the air and just/ Cuz like learnin' how to fly just wasn't enough/