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/