...I'm back soldiers!/ You should expect that like a back with shoulders/ Cuz I got more drive than a pack of chauffeurs/ Watch these rappers all hide like rats & roaches/ save ya raps bout flimsy clips, they don't move me at all!/ The black is mysterious & supernatural/ You better off tryna kidnap & shoot a shadow/ They think I'm insane/ Just cuz I was raised/ In a prison with Bane!/ But I'm still the Dark Knight of this rap game! Toss 9 batarangs/ As I swing/ From the grappling!/ Alright, Don't try battling/ That's like bothering/ Bruce Banner; now his body green/ ...baddabing!/ ...get your thoughts right, I'm scattering/ bad brain/ matter/ hacking/ data/ All you rappers tryna sing/ I will son you like Nat King's dada/ I'm not a/ common/ being I'm a rapling!/ your world is mine for attacking/ Cuz my Dad's King/ You ain't big, you're very frail & my Dad's bigger/ You think it's all fairy tales till you get left behind like the glass slipper/ & I will fly a pants zipper/ I compose more music than Hans Zimmer/ I'm gon' fry you dudes in a few just let the pan simmer/ The black Jewelz ain't fooled by the glitz & glitter/ You kiddin me?/ Never. I'm the Jedi in this rap galaxy, so tell Disney to get me for part 7, or whatever Your mansion can get mashed in a second, but my home is in Heaven. Forever. Then I will see Him "i" to "i". FaceTime. In a place where you can't waste time, cuz there ain't time! Fact! I spit crack, that's why this beat got no bass line/ So bob your head like a bobble head on a space ride/ So prepare as the rocket launches/ & buy this album here for somebody hopeless/ Let them hear the music, it's therapeutic/ That's why I wrote this!/ It's like your own gift, don't you dare misuse it!/ I'm from a county called Elm city...real gritty...best look both ways, Idc if it be a one way/ my lil brother got a headshot from a canon; daylight Easter Sunday/ Look, it's straight wack to try'n own the streets!/ You gangstaz scared of death, that's why you wear a vest & hold the heat!/ but my King faced that, walked straight into His death knowingly!/ then came back like, "Yeah, you know it's Me..."/ Oh what, ya rather hear a black man talk 'bout nonsense than Jesus?! Is it cuz you fear a hell sentence ...do you feel offended?...bet you wouldn't if I was talking about Benzes, Mack 10's, ends &/ leaving endless women rear-ended!/ Back-bending/ crack-sending/ stack-spending/...news flash, attention...that's senseless!!/ Fast lesson/ kids, they love when you heat the bong, squeeze the chrome & leak a dome.../ Meanwhile they leasing homes/ in Elysium!/ I spit for the lost ones/ I spit for the innocence of sons & little daughters/ They spit for sicker Porsches/ They spit like they some vicious warriors/ Dodging bigger mortars/ Fake emcees...dead that!...time for rigor mortis.../

Herø: Strolling down the ave, scrolling down a app/ Holding down my map, that’s just problem #1/ You might know how to add, but I’ll school you on my math/ Good + Evil = Hero’s job is never done/ But the victims of the villains don’t jog or ever run/ And the witnesses lips have zippers that lock and sever tongues Zerø: Strolling down the street/ The pigs or the police Babies making babies raising babies at 16 A broken family Is all you really see Apathetic teachers make the school policy Kids skip class real fast blowing on them trees Life skips fast quick flash, homeless by the deed Herø: Wait, who is he, This young’n that I see, coming down the street? Looks like a job for me Approaching, Pace 1, pace 2, Yo, what it is young? Zerø: Yo what’s good? Herø: Yo, what’s your name dude? Zerø: My name is Zero. Herø: Word? Well, my name is Hero. Zerø: That’s your name? Herø: Yup. Both: Who named you? Herø: But yo you looking kinda down son Zerø: Got problems Herø: Word? Tell me about some. Zerø: Ayo this world aint about nothing But lil chicks being tricks and lil boys gunning The government makes a grip but aint feeding stomachs Broken homes in the hood, ceiling nearly crumbling Young boys hate their fathers cuz they never loved them But then they do the same thing and amount to nothing And I see wrists cutting, clip busting, pimps hustling And I see pigs bugging, kids drugging, kids smuggling And all these rapists, and these racists, and all these crazed kids, and how this place is That’s just the way it is I can’t fake it man, I can’t take it in, I can’t make it big That’s just the way it is Herø: I must say it is the way you say it is/ But we can make a diff; we can change up things Zerø: Man we can’t change a thing Herø: Well, if that’s what your choice is/ But I aint one of these boys just acting boisterous/ I use my choices and my voice as a ploy to destroy what destroys us/ And I bet you we’ll get a change/ Zerø: Real talk Hero, I see you…but things’ll never change/

Millions have caught a disease/ That causes ease/ Puts your soul into a coma, then it starts to seize/ Then you're almost a goner, [it] sings your soul to sleep/ Good night. Gladys/ I call it Tha Madnezz!/ If you have it, you live in havoc/ To the habitat you adapt & the habits/ They don't even seem to care about the handbook/ You can feel it in the air like a hammock/ Lil John's only 9 with a condom/ & lil Kim's only 10 with a thong on/ But they're told nothing's wrong, it's not a problem/ Till lil Kim becomes a Mom or John a papa/ But they say this is the new day/ Everybody strip, cuz this is the nude day/ 11 bodies hit, that's what the news say/ By some holly jolly St. Nick, I guess that's his idea of a new sleigh (slay)/ [& ppl get] shot with a magnum/ Chopped with an ax/ zip- Locked in a bag/ blood Sucked in a vacuum/ Not gospel, it's bad news/ This is what you see in their actions/ All cuz of the disease they contracted/ Hook: Struck with the madness!/ Stuck with the madness!/ Bugged with the madness!/ Drugged with the madness!/ Stunned with the madness!/ Strung with the madness!/ They come in touch with the madness!/ Then fall in love with the madness!/ So Runnn!... Life is as long as one decision/ What they do's unpredictable like chameleons/ They say right or wrong is an opinion/ The word "truth" is despicable like a minion/ Guns in the classroom, drugs in the bathroom/ Young women, bashful, slung in a batch-full/ Hundreds in cash flow, bums on the av'nue get/ no love from the afflu- ent!/ Thugs & womanizers get honorable mention/ Then Grammys we hand em/ & tell lil girls put on some tight skirts & get turned out for attention/ ...Just look at Hannah Montana/ A conscience is nonsense/ What you feel or say goes/ But that foundation's weak, made out of Legos/ It's like a constant contest of who could con best/ till a billion bodies lay gone/ Hook Millions have caught a disease that causes ease/ Puts your soul into coma, then it starts to seize/ & you listened what they told ya, think your soul is free/ Then it takes you to a place never known to freeze/ It's a world full of animals!/ They'll eat you to get ahead then let millions STARVE!... They're the worst kind of cannibals/ Livin in a helter-skelter shelter with Lector, Hannibal!/ Pimps are popular ppl/ Just think, prostitution is legal/ & the constitution is feeble/ Manipulated by ppl to do calculated evil/ Villains become heroes/ Celebrities!/ 20 killings & no one knows anything/ But I am Legend & I diagnose--Can it be?!--/ There's a healing & I can show you the remedy!/

Everyday is a war zone/ Watch the kiddies play with a skull & bones/ Then try to lay you on the ground like a lawn gnome/ Then acquaint you with a sound that’s like the Morse code/ It goes, “Emergency… S.O.S., S.O.S., we in distress!”/ But if the world was a giant phone, the hood gets a dial tone/ & the rich kids play on a xylophone/ & they got triggaz that could drain Godzilla/ And they stay right where the throwin’ hoods up/ & the things got realer when them jurors freed Trayvon’s killa/ So throw yo’ hoods up/ And they say to give someone your trust is suicidal/ ‘Cause the one to put you I the dust could be standing right beside you/ Man, these ain’t no Army men/ They hardly men/ & most were recruited when they were hardly boys/ Had to wrestle all their life like the Hardy Boys/ Got neglected as a child like Tamagotchi toys/ The FBI, PD, Navy, Air Force,/ Marine Corps…ain’t ready for/ Street War! Hook: It’s an everyday struggle to survive/ You’re behind and you’re running out of time/ Minefields exploding in your mind/ ..Your mind Don’t let your spirit get fatigued, you must endure/ Let your trials be a camouflage for war/ Destruction is awaiting at the door Your cavalry’s the Lord/ Every day is a war zone/ Can’t no pennies pay for the boys gone/ Or the home boys in the boys home/ The stress is heavy weight like Roy Jones/ Hear a mother scream in a harsh tone/ ‘Cause she lost her teen and her heart’s torn/ And everybody seen the harm done/ But they never speak, like a horse’s tongue/ Don’t look for zombies in this horror zone/ Hope I’m stating the obvious like a horoscope/ Here it’s hard to find a conscience like their souls were stole’/ This ain’t a tale like Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone/ No stories told of the pain that their minds feel/ Where these shorties stroll is like a minefield/ Gotta watch your step & keep your eyes peeled/ They could be short as trolls with that 9 steel/ You ask them, they better off if a bomb drop/ I’d rather see Jet Li vs. Ong Bak/ Than a loaded semi vs. a cocked glok/ ‘Cause nowadays they say you corn if you don’t pop! Pop! Pop!/ They don’t teach ‘em about A Raisin in the Sun/ They’re teaching sons about rasing up a gun!/ But the cameras and managers and analysts/ Can’t handle this!/ Hook Every day is a war zone/ Berets, grenades and Molotovs thrown/ Here crack is king on a tall throne/ And the gat is prince with a long robe/ And these rappers make you think it’s like Hollywood/ But it ain’t nearly near what they taught you/ ‘Cause if they had to see this place again they hardly would/ That’s why you rarely hear this on the talk shows/ And please don’t believe: the videos with the pretty girls in the skimpy clothes/ And the pantyhose with the painted toes as they shake and pose/ Now Miley Cyrus wanna twerk, up there shaking proud/ Smart to keep it in the place with the stage and crowds/ Yeah, just stay around where it’s safe and sound/ ‘Cause you bring that to the hood and might not make it out/ And the crack heads’ living quarters get burned down/ & the single mothers get burned out/ And their little daughters get turned out/ And the soundtrack is that trap music, that crack music, that gat music/ But trade that crap for this Black music/ And I’ll tell you how to get from the War Zone/ To the Lord’s home!/

Verse 1: Top of the morning, rise & shine/ The clock with the alarm makes the sirens chime/ Start with yawning, wipe them eyes/ Every day you feel a calling, "it's time, it's time"/ Out of bed slow, had a dream that was pleasing/ awoke from the evening, But don't know you're still dreaming/ The world seems like a book with a plot that's repeating/ really take a look, everything is not what it's seeming/ The world tht you're used to is not so real/ It's full of illusions like Copperfield/ If you don't realize it can't last forever/ Then you're flying on a plane that'll crash forever/ Whether fantasy fulfilling or a nightmare full of killings/ life's a dream, it's just a filler/ full of feelings till we rise to see the real one/ & If you rue the day it ends/ then you're in for a rude awakening!/ Verse 2: Stellar FoXx: Whatever happened to our dreams? Homie got shot on the block I still hear the screams/ Blah-kah! they, ring like your favorite ringtone on your phone, don’t check that screen/ Bullet lodged in your spleen/ Starting to lean/ Low, flashback to when you was 16/ Is this when you lost your dream?/ Think back, the enemy all attacking, it’s warfare; pause/ Our fight’s not against flesh and blood/ They'll shoot slugs, we’ll fight with love/ "Here’s a hug", ha-haa/ Funny how you think heaven and hell is sci-fi/ No Jedi mind tricks so would I lie?/ Connected to the Spirit, don’t need no bars for Wi-Fi/ …hi…/ Verse 3: Now please don't shut your eyes/ Cuz it’s not a lullaby/ & trust I realize/ this might come as a surprise/ & while some rappers wanna wake in a new Bugatti/ When I go, I'm gonna wake up in a new body!/ As vivid as it seems it's deception/ You're living in a dream like Inception/ Don't look at TV screens as your reflection/ Time to join the winning team, interception!/ All that glamour is a lie, & it won't last/ All you can see with your eyes, it's gon' pass/ But, me & my homies, we cannot die, that's all fact/ We gon be up in the sky, kinda like a forecast/ This ain't to harm you though it messes with your head at times/ It’s to alarm you to wake you up ahead of time/ Don’t try to run like a nose in the cold winter winds/ ‘Cause in a dream, you never know when it ends/

BLACK MARKET POETRY BOOK Welcome to the Black Market! We have a wide variety of supplies provided by sly proprietors Human kind's been Buying this Before peg-legs rode pirate ships, We don't need licenses, our license is The prices that You pay to validate Us as an official establishment so you could say dollar signs is Our plaque to mark it The Black Market, yes Don't think we're overrated just cuz we're not incorporated We put out movies not R, but horror rated Demented dentists orchestratin' oral operations, Forced premature ovulations, Fame & fortune promised, waitin' Just audition next for the genre Black Market S, Black Market E, Black Market X! X! X! & play the part of clumsy grown men who get caught in A girls black stocking net! Wall Street? No I'm sorry, no options to stock invest But i guarantee we're behind the walls of the streets in your seven continents Isn't it evident & obvious? We've even been feeding ya Through the media, Get some...sin & lies in all forms. Don't act surprised, Or were you never told sin can be disguised, It's everywhere! Sin lies in all forms... So come buy it in our stores, "Stores?" yes! (scoffs) stores.. It doesn't need to have shelves, doors & floors, Excuse me if my metaphors morph your cerebral cortex! So give us a call, email or text, We're ready to serve the dark needs of all, & we'll serve yours best! Shopping in the black market may result in death, disaster, hunger, slaughter, genocide, suicide, addiction, depression, over-packed prisons, STDs, orphans, widows, destroyed lives & eternal torment in the fires of hell. Do not support the black market of this world if you intend to protect your soul from the suffering of eternal hell. The Black Market, we're here to serve you!... Oh but do you doubt?! You debate this?! Think I'm just a salesman, saying things? (Laughs) I chuckle, I giggle & laugh, That's a funny statement like saying slavery's a thing of the past Wait, did I say that?...I meant um...c'mon think of something, think of it fast... Nah forget that I meant it! I'm mad tired of this satire! I'm 'bout to click-clack & fire!...wait, why y'all looked shocked?... Oh no, don't worry, cuz this...is a warning shot If you are hearing this {This is a warning shot Let the 45 blast} You are about to be sold Unless you have already been sold Then you won’t be hearing this These words will fall upon deaf ears If death hasn’t visited you yet I pray you are still alive To be revived by the ones Hearing this message This is a warning shot You are about to be sold Over and over again Like a dented Recycled aluminum can With no 5 cent deposit Being deposited into your pockets You are priceless With an invisible price tag placed upon you You have already been devalued By a society that deems you worthless When their ignorance Doesn’t acknowledge your existence I gotta holla cause No one paid attention to the Holocaust Until they saw about 70% of Holland lost Well, a modern day holocaust goes unknown as we speak In a little place called the DRC Google it. YouTube. See what you could do Or just ignore it, and read about it in invisible history books with blank pages I guess it doesn’t matter this time around since it’s just a bunch of {black faces} Or call it being naïve When people don’t believe That there are people being sold Like a hot commodity {In the Black Market} You are the hot commodity {In the Black Market} It’s not just blacks being sold {In the Black Market} It’s Caucasians, Latinos, Asian, Africans, Europeans, Caribbean, and the Indigenous Men, Women and Children being sold {In the Black Market} If you are hearing this This is a warning shot {Let the 45 blast} You are about to be sold Unless you've already been sold Then you would have become A tortured soul Praying to GOD to rescue you Or let you die Because you know your faith will take you to a better place Laboring away to do the work That you will never reap the fruits of Until you’ve become strange fruit Hanging out to dry like clothes Being sold from the sweat shop Victoria Your secret is out You can never wash out The perspiration Of a crying tear stain drop As the human spirit rots Until their body drops Like a plummeting stock On the stock market But this is the black market Where there's no need to stock shelves With stock piles of WMDs While merchants stock their pockets With illegal profits I guess money does grow on trees When humans are used for manual labor instead of livestock {To harvest your crops} Your coffee beans Your sugar cane Your wheat Your tomatoes Your tobacco Your cocoa beans Cocoa melanin skin people Are not the main victims Working these modern day plantations To sell legal groceries If you are hearing this {This is a warning shot Let the 45 blast} As this 45 makes it last revolution On the turn tables I’m trying to turn these tables over {Spinning at 45 rpm’s How many revolutions can we perform in one minute?} If I can defrost Your frozen mind That modern day slaves Exist outside of this rhyme {Then my job is done} 'Cause it's like a broken record but {my hope is that this} 45 will no longer be spun {Shots fired… BONG!}

She says stolen waters are sweeter/ her home is where the grass is greener/ homie have you seen her?/ I hope not/ cuz many married men broke knots/ for a feeling yet never felt their healin' (heel-in) like having holes in socks/ Her words are soft & sweet, she says she'll comfort me/ Let's take off & meet, says she's the one for me/ You know I'm married, so why try to tempt me?!/ She says cuz I care deep, & your wife's left you empty/ Come to me & I'll take all the pain away/ We'll run to be where there are no more rainy days/ We'll sit back in a place where peace is still/ Her words are relaxing me like a sleeping pill/ Her eyes are razor sharp & her dress is blood red/ I have a wife but this temptress has no husband/ She blows in my ear & she rubs my chest soft/ Taking shots at my heart & I never put a vest on/ All the women & guys know this chick is to die fo'/ she isn't my wife though, plus I'm living the bible/ but I don't know what to choose, my wife or this mistress!/ I'm torn between the two, man I'm so conflicted!/ [she says:] - “I can’t let go, I love you so…” She says "don't worry about a thing Black Jewelzy,/ Don't worry 'bout that ring, I mean, it's only jewelry/ We both know this, your wife don't love you truly/ If she could she'd kick you to the side like Bruce Lee"/ She says the nicest words just to soothe me/ Her words are kind & caress so smoothly/ You make me feel I can jump off a building & take flight/ But this is forbidden & though she & I may fight/ I made a commitment, & this can't be made right/ It's so wrong/ God gave me my wife, & we gon hold on!/ She at first was/ nervous/ then her anger surfaced/ She said "she don't even love you! Hug you, kiss you! She pushes & shoves you! Mocks you, even hits you!/ tell me, is this what you wish to commit to?!/ if you come to/ me she won't even miss you!/" Just stop/ she may not love me & truly I don't love her like I once did/ but I love God, He made this marriage to be & I must honor what's His/ He can make things new see, I must trust Him/ So I'm telling you for the last time!/ I don't ever want to see your face!/ Hear your voice!/ Don't let your path pass mine!/ You'll be disgraced!/ There's my choice/ This is my last goodbye. Period on your sentence. End this. My wife... is life. ...& suicide is the temptress.

Welcome to Painville/ Where the pain feels/ Like a anvil/ Hanging, dangling from your clavicle/ Located many many miles away from easy street/ We go crazy, friends lend a smile to deceive & sneak/ & insert a blade between your vertebrae/ A wasteland but plenty rivers here/ Cause we make the rivers with our tears/ scream all you want, no one listens here/ Like they're missing ears/ your voice fades like mist in air/ Teens to adults, they CRY!/...& they hide/ cuz to this cold world we're frozen in time/ like statues/ & they do no more than stare as they pass you/ The Main Street is an alley called Memory, Man, we hate to go down that lane/ But it just seems we can’t get around the thing/ While they drink sweet thrills with 3 meals, then guzzle down again/ We ask for a wee sip, they refill then pour it down the drain/ See, some of you could never b. Real cuz you never lived in the house of pain!/ I wake up in the morning & I ask myself,/ Is life worth living, should I blast myself?/ Put the knife to my wrist, slit & slash my self/ Cuz I don't give a crap 'bout my life, 'slash' my health/ You might not understand this if your life is like sweet walks in the park/ But this for the kids who feel abandoned, & sit & cry alone in the dark/ This is where we come from/ don't dare to trust one/ Cuz if you do the one you love & trust with your heart’s an imposter/ They'll blow you a kiss & hold you only so they can throw you off a cliff like Scar did to Mufasa!/ Pardon me Father!.../ But am I only alive to be tortured?.../ Tormented, & taunted?/ They say we paranoid cuz/ every house in Painville is haunted/ Man It's hard living in Painville/ I even tried Aspirin & Advil/ to kill the pain, but still the pain kills/ Can this pain heal?!!...I'm askin../ I hate to believe this pain is real/ I pinch myself, but still "pain the feel" backwards/ & though this whole place is a dark abyss/ We pray for the grace to someday walk in bliss/ To face the harsh reality of life which is like a witch who charms with the softest lips & gives a heartless kiss as she plots your drop into a bottomless pit/ We feel hopeless yet still hope the pain stops/ Or at least lowers & only strikes gently like raindrops/ Praying for sun rays hot Enough to warm the frozen ice in our chests & at the same time give guiding sight But there's a fire in the heart of God to spark the light to brighten like stars in your darkest night! The pain that you feel won’t last forever/ The pain that we feel can make us better/ STRUGGLE!!!!... You feel it?!/ You gotta wrestle/ till you beat it!/ It almost killed me/ I don't mean that figuratively, that's real speech!/ Sometimes I can't figure or get my finger on how I'm breathing or even still me!/ But I got a force-field as a shield, see/ So tryna destroy me is like tryna steal meat from a grizzly/ Cuz the Lord's will came & gripped me like cleats digging into a sports field/ I'm living proof that hope's real/ if I need to shoot hope homing missiles to ensure hope hits you I will do just that, speedily/ I'll toss a hope bomb with a lit fuse in your living room/ just tweet me a "thank you" when the thing kabooms!/ & I'll reply "hope heals" since The Lord shined the Light from that dark hill/ They ask me why I hope deal/ man have you ever heard grown dudes cry...?/ & whimper...as their tears glimmer in the moonlight?!!!/ Without hope life ain't purposeful/ But you ain't worthless girl, & you got purpose dude/ See, when it's pain versus hope/ Pain's the first to choke/ Just pray harder/ Hope is alive & pain ain't stronger!/ Thought you died but God's the grave robber!/ A great Father!/ knows your thoughts, heals broken hearts but not a psychic or a paid doctor/ Let your eyes lift to the grand aura/ Of the skies lit with power to warm & show ya/ Though night was dark it can alter/ & change after!/ Let this bang louder/ till your sons & granddaughters/ chant out [this]:/ when the struggles get harder/ The muscles get stronger!!/

Zerø: I see what you sayin’, I now believe in change, But who is capable of facing a world that is so depraved? Herø: Me. Yup, and I’ll let you know something And let you see that there’s a reason that Hero’s my name Zerø: But not everybody’s capable to play the role of a hero Especially me, Zerø Herø: Just ‘cause you don’t have a cave or cape and suit don’t mean you ain’t capable ok? Don’t cater to the fake escape fables that they say to you. Zerø: Piece of cake for you to say my dude. Herø: Nah, see I paid my dues, I was on the highway to hell then I changed my route To the road paved anew Now I’m a soul-saving dude Loudly I yell the Savior makes hope available Till the outbreak of hope makes the news Zerø: Ight, I see what you say is true How can what I say or do Make a change so widely When I’m just…just…I’ma say it plain, a nobody? Herø: Listen, if you have your own body Then by definition it’s impossible for you to be a nobody, Got me? But I know what you mean, don’t doubt me, ‘Cause I used to think alike The man that you’re seeing used to feel like nobody But you could switch your type so oddly, You could be a hero too, just like me, Zerø: But how? How could I ever be a hero? If I could I would proudly. Herø: Anyone can be a hero, it’s matter of voice, choice and poise, Just watch me, I’ll show you what it means to be a hero

Life is a struggle (mayn)/ ...like trying to ride a bike in a bubble/ & fly a kite... yet never bust through/ so much pain everybody cause you, yet nobody knows or they just don't want to/ & they say I'm strange... perhaps cuz they notice/ that these shoulders hold up boulders sculptors couldn't alter with a bolster/ Should've said I'm strong. & even if they laugh & push & taunt you/ you can do anything that you put your heart to/ Let your mind lead, & your heart drive you/ You don't have to mind read to know they'll want to stop you/ It could be your best friend or your mommy/ Cuz they say this generation just some wild freaks/ & they say we only care about them pine trees/ & they say we only here until that nine squeeze/ Just tell em "u don't know me"/ If I'd've listened what was told me/ I'd still be on the hustle, tryna find a OZ/ like Dorothy/ I learned that God can help you/ So don't let no devil hell you!/ You can make it, whether they hate or hail you!/ Don't make a difference what they tell you!/ (Hook:) And they say/ there's no hope for tomorrow/ All our dreams are hollow/ We wallow in our sorrow/ everyday/ But I know who I follow/ & all our time is borrowed/ So I go by that motto/ Anyway/ Today is just a day/ Tomorrow's just the same/ Just like yesterday/ It ends as if it never came/ So each night there's nothing left to say/ Only just to pray/ Cuz every day speaks for you like it's running a campaign/ So what it is shortee? You gonna be another statistic?/ you gonna leave a mark with your life or just leave a mark with your lipstick?/ & don't let your legs split till you a wife or a gymnast/ & homie since you want to mix elements/ why not become a chemist?/ they told you that's for cornballs? (wrong.)/ They want you to stalk that sidewalk dawg/ till your body's marked by that white chalk drawn!/ why not swap that for the chalkboard huh?/ remember, what you give's what you receive/ & you can achieve what you believe/ Kobe was training to be one of the greatest/ by age 6!/ Don't let nobody hold you down!/ What I told you could mold you to a soldier now!/ Keep your nose up, don't fold up, stand bold & proud (fam)/ Follow me to that goden crown/ No Halloween, you gon’ know us now (yeah)/ They cant forget us all/ Once we let it show/ Let em know it’s pitiful/ how they get us wrong! Hook Every setback is a set-up/ So get up with a jetpack/ & be your best fast/ till them haters who said stuff/ Get jetlag/ You don’t lack strength, you lack zest/ Acting as if you lack sense/ Busy tryna bag Jet Mag chicks and get crabs afer health class/ See, they can say what they wanna/ But you portray your persona/ So while you swimming in a lake with anaconda snakes and pirhannas you wonder why they saying you’re a goner/ So make your days count like a calendar/ Till you drain out like a colander/ Stand brave, stout like a conqueror/ ‘Cause I’ma train scouts like a commander/ I’m generating a nation of generals in this generation with inspiration/ ‘Cause what you think of self determines your destination/ ‘Cause we learned that God can help you/ So don’t let no devil hell you/ You can make it whether they hate or hail you/ Don’t make a difference what they tell you/

Yo. I. got. bars./ like windows of new haven cop cars/ Spittin' from Barbados to Barcelona/ & fake emcees can't come near my bars so u could call my bars a loner/ They try to bite like a barracuda but I spit sick bars till they almost barf & throw up/ I spit bars in bars/ barns/ & Barnes & Noble, but can you get a bargain for my bars? No./ even Spongebob tried to barter my bars with some fancy barnacles/ but my secret is no one can scan my bar code/ no holds barred but yet I got a bar-hold!/ I spit bars infinite/ take you down like barbiturates/ if you on the Dark Side, Darth Sidious/ Get taken low like a Baritone/ strength it flows through my marrow zone/ Look into my eyes with a mirror, zoom/ & you won't see episodes of Barney/ or barbies/ never; beyond hardly/ or barely, like catching Bob Marley smoking barley/ Pardon me/ I don't mean to just barge in & bombard you/ with bomb bars dude/ but if spittin' bars was baseball I'd stay with the Homer like Marge & Bart do/ So cheer me on like Pom-poms/ & proud Pa's do/ 'cause I got news/ like Barbara Walters/ that I spread from top law schools to block bar stools/ straight barrage fools with the Gospel!/ My notebook got no spiral, only barbed wire/ your hands can't get near it/ I'm on the frontline with these bars, y'all still in training, I call that bar-barrack/ if this was Avatar I'd be a bar bender/ I spit that hardcore, y'all spit soft, you dudes is bar tender/ your bars got no bark! You just smoke trees/ you wanna see mo' fees/ I wanna see folks freed/ so shout out to the brothaz in the bar cell/ who think they're stuck in raw hell/ liftin' up them bar bells/ Eatin' bread buns tryna let that starch swell/ while we make jokes like don't drop the soap bar/ laughing 'cause we know we so far/ away from those securely closed bars & security guards when the lights cease/ so make sure you buy a Hershey bar to remind you that your life's sweet/ See, I was going bonkers, now I'm goin BARnkers/ You porn rappers are garbage!/ you ain't even barbage/ 'cause you dudes is bar-less!/ like Alcoholics/ Anonymous/ your bars childish, still drinking with your favorite straw through your sip-cup/ my bars mature, but I never had a bar mitzvah/ my bars done grown a man/ before the Beach Boys sang "Barabara Ann"/ you hold the mic on the stage but behind the scenes somebody holds your hand/ i mean i ain't tryn' be rude/ but how can y'all be fooled/ cuz what you call hot barz I call hot wings 'cause, though they say they freestyle, every bar-be-cued/ Yet they try to barricade my bars while they parade ya/ what should I expect? They even chose to break the chains of Barabbas instead of the Savior/ BARabbas instead of the Savior/ whenever I measure my bars' mass on barometers I break 'em/ I'm on a mission, y'all got no barriers for my methods!/ No boxes, I only got bars on my checklist/ & I don't need food 'cause I eat these Bars for breakfast!/ so call me a bar-tarian/ they say I'm killin' it, I'm buryin' bars, so call me Barbarian (bar-buryin')!/

The Black is coming!/ they done got their hopes up, tell these Jokers that the Bat is coming!/ I got my dawgz with me now these catz is running!/ you'd think the crowd had frogs in it the way I have em jumpin/ So hehe-hehe-haw, that's my sinister laugh/ Don't sleep on me at all, listen till you collapse!/ Beady-bead I'll call the law on your criminal naps!/ Catch heebie-jeebs when my claw strips your villainous mask!/ I'll leave you crying till yo' eyes is bloodshot/ I'm killin' you without rhymes 'bout gunshots/ you silent, standing stiff on the side likes mugshots/ cuz yo' skills can't be identified like sunspots/ It's pitiful, you think you're on a pedestal, baby boy you're on a high chair!/ You only show concern for the cheese like mice tears/ Still find me right there!/ Where? I told you last album... "Your worst nightmare!"/ Welcome to my torture chamber/ I'll escort you to the cranium/ Excuse the disorganization of my brain, um/ hold on right quick, I'm gonna scorch the torch then toss the game through a strainer/ then we'll tour the remainder/ In school Jewelz was a unusual cat/ cuz I did nothing but doodle raps/ & if you ask, yes, I still do do raps/ but you dudes spit doo-doo raps!/ They say I lost my noodle, perhaps/ but I'm still the top rhymin' (Top Ramen)/ most wanted like Osama's top bombers!/ So witness the chase! if this is a race, y'all cars crashin'/ my car-dashin' (Kardashian) like Kanye's baby momma!/ Your hearts pump plasma/ my heart pumps magma!/ fire in my bones/ leaving stuff stuck in your brain like I shoved a wire up your nose!/ I spit barz ridiculous/ live for God monogamous but spit barz promiscuous!/ I can't find an emcee who's bold enough to battle Jewelz/ cuz in rap I'm a black belt, 90th degree like the corners of a quadrilateral!/ don't try to talk of coroners cuz I'm not natural!/ Let's say you & your guy choose/ to decide to/ try 'n shoot/ the opposite of white Jewelz/ I'll dip to the side to/ dodge 2/ then slide/ & dive through/ in a spiral/ motion/ & smile at you/ while I'm floatin' by you/ then land behind you/ & cut Satan's ugly head, OFF/ with the double-edge! RAW!/ then watch you grab your tails & run at sonic speed, no hedgehog/ Black Jewelz fears no rap dudes or rap crews/ coming at you new slaves with the rap noose/ I know what they're saying: "here's another black rapper who acts hard"/ no I'm just a black fog who raps hard/ so it's a wrap for you fake rap gods/ & don't say I rap Christian... say I rap God!/ Call me The Black. Gone!/

-- Great Scott! So many villains on the rise!/ They do their capers, show their face then make the great escape/ We witness vicious crimes/ Wait, it's The Black Jewelz! Coming to save the day!/ Just in the nick of time! -- Black Jewelz: Well I got my utility/ belt on/ supernatural abilities/ like impenetrability/ so no Teflon/ vest on/ I'm after these dastardly MC's & these villains in these streetz/ but I have to ask & plead for your forgiveness... for killing all these beats/ I'm living off of/ passion/ bigger than the Incredible Hulk/ & stronger still/ & hard as steel/ Faster/ than the Flash is/ snatching/ bags &/ cash from/ street transactions/ as they happen/ gills to spill the flow/ then condense, distill it so/ it's dripping as I speak!/ scientific on these geeks/ x-ray vision activated by facades, fibbin' & deceit/ & you know that I'm a lantern riigghtt?.../ matta' fact my light/ has the might/ to pass NASA's satellites/ so ima blast in flight/ then pan the light/ to land & bright-en/ every nook & cranny/ every crook & granny/ every foot I'll span see.../ cuz the dark things can't stand the light!/ & just cuz I can I'll do a lap around Saturn twice/ then come back & give you the word...like Vanna White!/ Flame on when I make songs!/ Telekinetic rhetoric/ my words could rearrange things/ telepathy to take the words of truth & implant them/ Then leave them there in the hemispheres above the brainstem/ Then I disappear like a phantom!/ Hook: No cape around my neck, walking on glory/ This ain’t a sketch or some kind of comic story/ This is easy -- Holy hot barz! So many villains on the rise!/ They do their capers, show their face then make the great escape/ We witness vicious crimes/ Wait, it is Lee James! Coming to save the day!/ Just in the nick of time! -- Lee James: There is no cape around my neck I fly on faith cause I'm a Christian/ I've escaped from this world’s system I am a villain to the villains/ I make victims out of hell spawns that engage and persuade little children to mimic their Holy Grail songs/ just to place their minds in prison without a bail bond, subliminal messages infect them right through their cell phones/ look around not pretty, they robbing, killing, the block is filthy, but my parents have left me a great inheritance here in this Gotham city/ I'll bring the fear of God to this city, He's for me therefore nobody's against me/ the Spirit of God, He is with me, together we higher than Bobby and Whitney/ satan is a liar fam, burn in flames, no fire man, I transform like 'cepticons, his reign shorter than leprechauns from Ireland/ "whoa Kemosabe!" I need oil to light my fire lamps/ til I'm in my new body I stay in the armor of God I'm Iron Man/ massive damage;,sin pollutes the environment but He's Captain Planet/ the power is yours, He's opened up doors somebody better take advantage/ don't suffer, the Word is the proton pack I walk around like a Ghost Buster/ make satan vanish, drown in the lake of anguish, row row ya boat sucker!/ new creature, X-man, titanium in my bone structure/ come soon Jesus/ I'm souped on Jesus, keep on making me super Jesus!!!/

I'm about that hero life/ Cuz these days, our love is dead; like a widowed wife/ Spittin' life, today I told a weeping willow wipe/ Its tears away then watched it grow leaves bright, like orange, green, yellow, white!/ Cuz everything's aight till the terror strikes/ So I write the truth that's black & white like zebra stripes/ Even if I gotta pack & hype 1,000 gigs like a terabyte/ I'll tear the mic, then walk home like zero strikes!/ Cuz these young'ns on the block/ tell me their dream is to be hustlin, counting guap/ But I tell em fast money don't last, dunny/ What good are cars & cash if you just a crash dummy/ Cuz words can change a mind & a mind can change a lot/ But they wanna get paid to lie & take a life/ but they could never stop me/ I'm living twice, blades & knives could never chop me/ I'm living life like saving lives is a hobby/ Hook So let me see everybody throw a fist up!/ For the homeless & the hopeless before they leave their wrists cut/ Cuz at your lowest there's no such thing as a risk just/ Another hated day to waste away & have a wish crushed/ But here comes the Black Jewelz! {super hero horn}, or better known as the Hope Man!/ Handing out hope like flyers for a local band/ You take it as a joke till I'm flying through your local land!/ Then land, choke your favorite demon, slap him with an open hand!/ Then fly him to the ring, [*ding!*] piledriver off the rope & slam!/ In other words I fight the evil, no holding hands/ No peace till, the sequel, the kingdom & the Son of Man!/ the real heroes are the teachers & the preachers who understand/ What the kids need, it's vital like your kidneys/ think I'm lying?! Go break a squids knees! With leaves!/ till then I'm the Supra-rockin' Superman from the motherland!/ Hook A hero can be anyone/ Don't need a halo, all you really need's a little love/ It's not emotion & acting/ It's action driven by the passion/ It's not always affectionate & super-sweet like a cinny-bun/ Don't worry 'bout the-hater (theater) like a cinema/ Cuz some sinner-men just like the tinge of sin like cinnamon/ These days they call evil good & treat good as evil/ That's like calling metal wood or a woodpecker eagle/ So they're heroic-phobic & their poets are demonic/ & the after-school teachers, mentors, firemen & soldiers/ aren't noticed/ they're just no ones/ who live anonymous/ focused/ cuz the pros & cons can be: poverty versus prosperous!/ Saving souls (soles), like Scholl's/ priority. Not God, just godly/ grenades & mines could never bomb me/ You could never stop me! I'm living twice so I live this life like saving lives is a hobby!/

Zerø: I see you been through fire, I see you been through pain/ But you still inspired and you made a change/ I see you cried tears ‘cause the world don’t fight fair/ Now you wipe your dried tears and you're trained to fight fears/ You done been a loser in the sewers/ Many do but don’t get through/ But somehow you done made it through this gruesome brutal nightmare/ I know that I’m a zero/ No cape, no armor, no bow and arrow/ If you can do it I can do it, I can be a hero./ Herø: And I will teach you/ Now’s the time you rise, let nothing pull you below/ I’ll show you how to fly/ See, i was trained by the Greatest Ever/ He’ll help you the same when you face whatever/ If you can learn and learn to stand firm/ You’ll be a never-fading flame that burns in a lantern/ You’ll be empowered to feel the power and wield the power/ I will model for you to follow and see what’s proper/ I will help, And you will find yourself/ And if anyone has ever doubted you,/ I want you to know that I’m already proud of you/ Zerø: Yo thanks Hero, real talk. I know I need to change/ And I know I’ll never be the same/

Listen quick to this veteran spit/ I’m better than the dreaded, unedited, rebel fit, gelatin, steady-blend full-of-sin kid/ Years went by on this militant trip/ Seen folks die from a crippling hit/ Seen souls rise, true heroes don’t quit/ Zero to a hero it’s a miracle, psshh/ Hear the roar from the gun in my spiritual clip/ March for the Lord, pray your spirit don’t give/ Faith to the grave I’m a son of God kid; had battles, seen the walls of Jericho split/ Been through war zones, stormed homes, cast out war drones bound in poor souls, also more folks fall so thought blown, caught in strongholds, don’t know the cost of the cross in their poor souls/ We’re the Special Forces, we’re the best of the best and that’s why they call on us/ Work for a God that is always over us, sinner to a servant is a metamorphosis/ Servant to a soldier is a step for most of us/ Coast to the coast I promote and promote and we boast Holy Ghost cuz He lives in all of us/ The only way to win is surrender all of us/ We win every war through the blood and gore, every gun, every sword, every tongue used in war, everyone has a tongue that will build or destroy/ Better run to the voice, better come to the voice/ It is making Marines in a spiritual means/ It is more than the scenes TV meets please B, few and the proud, it is more than a corps/ Hallelujah instead of oorah, you enlist when you open that door/ Verse 2 Fight till the end & till the end we fight/ No fright in the light, take flight we might/ If they like, dislike, breathe spite or delight/ We write, (reach heights), keep sight, WE FIGHT!/ No peace with the evil one/ [no] treaties with the evil one/ Each night, stand watch or respite, sleep tight/ either one doing either one/ cool temper, we remember our sender, no surrender, not even once!/ Keep it up bro, cuz we know no death/ I told you, I showed you then you showed yourself!/ Then you rose to your toes & showed everyone else!/ Now the hopeless hope & we owe them help/ If there's no one else/ we need troops, recruit these dudes/ fatigues, green suits, knee boots, teach rules/ you'll be bruised, if you fail just recoup, CPU reboot! I've taught & I've fought, & I've lost my pride/ Cuz I was caught off guard & I almost died/ But I called on God, yeah The Lord Most High/ I never said you won't sigh/ Never said you won't cry/ Never said what we do is like fa-la-la, kumbaya or mama-sah-mama-koo-sah/ Keep calm, woo-sah, eyes on the prize/ Leave a calling card, cuz we gone to ride! We came & we saw & we conquered all/ From the kings, to the wars & the concert halls/ Seen the cocky fall/ from a concrete wall/ Still the clock keep goin'/ So more squads detour/ Cuz our infamy is: him & me & victory go together like: lock, key, door!/ Watch me roar/ doubt me more/ we war,/ Beat the odds, keep score!/ It's like Rocky IV/ Verse 3 We strived, we survived with no survival kit/ We climbed for our lives through the high voltage!/ No pretty settings with a picnic kit/ No etiquette to select delicate tidbits/ We swam swamps, stormed camps/ Surround parameters’ bounds/ Then we tearin’ ‘em down/ Damaging now/ Bring the bandages out/ Chant with the band and it’s loud/ Come back with crown/ Leave our flag in the ground!/ Can’t get a head count now, troops by the thou’/ My roots grew fruits, you spooked by the troops in the boots, and the holy armor suits they found/ Wind went whoosh and your roof went down/ But I’m built on a rock where the truth is the ground/ Voodoo’s might is doo- doo, facing God you is coo-coo, he is omniscient, salute, like a rott’ vs. a poodle, think you hot and on top, you will not win a round/ When your squad hits the spot they, like tops, spin around/ Been around and I won’t say I never been hit/ Proud ‘cause I got many medals on my chest and I didn’t have to carry any metal on my hip/ We march nonstop through the swamps, over rocks, through the blocks, evil plots, teeter- tot we will not leave our God, change sides, trade sides, knowing we will end up in a hot pit pot/ Was a prisoner of war, [by] the criminal they call, Satan, liar, deceiver of all/ Who the Son sets free is free indeed/ Broke them chains with a rescue squad/ We can’t ever be the same ‘cause we switched our place/ When people jog, we heroes run/ We train and remain in tip-top shape,/ ‘cause a hero’s job's never done/