Verse One Yo, I'm back current, yep’ it's Blackcurrent Jazz 3, I keep it flowing; yeah I'm that current, so please forgive me if you lose me and ain't with me, cos’ my style is from the future, I'm a rapper and producer who is stripping half naked melodies from jazz records, I could take a half a minute, splice it down to half a second, shoot a beat out like a weapon, guess that's why they call me legend, twenty years of my expression, turned it into a profession like it's nothing... I tell you I could do this in my sleep, I can do this in a multiple of ways but never cheap, I can do this acapella; I can do this on the beat, I can do this in a stadium or do this in the street, say nada', I'm bout to roll a six like it's Nevada, scoop the chips up like a charmer, then I dip without the drama, like I'm slipping in pyjamas and I'm feeling like Sinatra, playing Midnight Marauders, while I'm sippin’ on a vodka, how's that for Karma? I ain't hurting nobody, coming on another level, so beam me up Scotty, I do this for my fans, for my ladies, for my mans, for my crews, for my clans, for reviews, for the grands, and I choose to withstand if it don't serve my brand, cos’ I'm first in command and my verses are planned (to what?), to make your speakers bump til' they blown out, so press play to Blackcurrent tre', no doubt. Chorus (multiple scratches) No Doubt Verse Two Rappers fall asleep at mics like falling asleep at the wheel, now there’s nothing for the reel and everything's for the meal, now everything's for the bills, no interview for Rolling stone mag, Beverly Hills, be like Taggart and Rosewood scaling walls for thrills, got a jacket so pose good, making calls to girls who don't care bout’ your notebook, lyrics that you have written, memorized so you don't look, and got the best rapport with these promoters who don't book, now bring the beat back, it's time for me resurrect this Blackcurrent heat black, I do this with my seat back, eyes closed, feet up and with a complete lack of regard for cheap tack, too much to keep track, don't have to prove I'm anything to anyone, so many things already done, so I'm forever twenty-one, I made a trinity of albums by the age of twenty-two, so these older cats were learning what DL already knew, 'God damn!’, so you can say I'm in another class from these inbox spam rappers, put em’ in the trash, cos’ they expiration passed and they engine's out of gas, and when it comes to music, I’mma kick em' in the ass, kick em' in the abs, kick em' out the studio, then kick em' in a cab, then kick em' out the neighborhood to kick it on the Ave where my beats zone out, so press play to Blackcurrent tre', no doubt. Chorus

Chorus Come on! I really wish that you would leave me alone, look your friend is at the bar and she is calling you over, and plus I think the DJ’s playing your song, excuse me for a sec; someone is calling my phone, I really wish that you would leave me alone, your attitude is something I can't really condone, you better grab your coat before the cloakroom close, I think you really need to leave me alone. Verse One Me and my crew, we going out for the night, we step into this joint, I peep this woman in white, I see her looking at me I don't pay her no mind, she started to come over with a bottle of wine, then she knocked the baseball cap off my head, and tried to put it on, but she is dripping with sweat, and it was at that point I started changing my mood, so whispered in her ear that you incredibly rude, she tried to play it off like it was only a joke, then asked me if I'd like to share my Henny and Coke? I gave her no response; I guess that was my response, and now she wanna dance and so she grabbing my palms I told her to forget it; I am good as I am she's trying to convince me cos’ they playing her jam, she find it hard to listen when I'm telling her no, and not taking the hint I gave a minute ago, I kinda get the feeling she been drinking too much, not only is she talking, but she trying to touch, my shoulder and my arm with the side of her face, and hoping that I like her, but that isn't the case, I'm looking at my crew and they are smiling at me, I call this an invasion of my privacy, no matter what I do this girl ain't letting me go, maybe I should be letting her know. Chorus Verse Two I'm trying to get away, but she is sticking around, impossible to smile cos’ I'm possessed with frown, I'm starting to regret the fact I didn't stay home, cos’ now she want my number, so she gave me her phone, that's never gonna happen in a million years, she trying to put my hand in her Brazilian hair, I feel like I'm a prisoner who caught in a trap, repeatedly she asking are you sure you don't rap? I said you are mistaken; I'm a regular guy, still trying to get my number I don't have a reply, she getting really close and trying to smell my cologne, she said when this is over are you going straight home? I'm trying to keep my calm and be the tolerant me, So try and step away, but she be following me, like Sally be to Linus in that Charlie Brown show, ain't trying to let me go, she wanna be my shadow, No matter what I tell her, it don't have an effect, No matter if I'm subtle, or I'm being direct, she got her own agenda that she trying to fulfill, and doesn't recognize that it be going downhill, I'm looking at my crew and now they shaking they heads, cos' they know that she nothing like the woman in red, no matter what I do, this girl ain't letting me go, maybe I should be letting her know. Chorus

Verse One (DL) (Yo), I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, but now she's crying down the phone, saying her guy's hopeless, ay’ yo she knew from the beginning but ignored the notice, guess she was hoping he was open to show his devotion, forever floating in an ocean, erotic emotions, so what's the notion that can bring her to this very moment? Where she is doubting her decision for the one she’s chosen, she telling me it went from perfect to lots of commotion, he pass the blame to her whenever she be outspoken and then they argue to the point where she need Ibuprofen, Mascara running, she was stunning, now her eyes are swollen, he treat her like he a remote cos he is so controlling, and all this time I'm thinking I don't even have a clue, feel like we both been here before and she know what to do, but will she listen, or just pay no mind to my advice? She may be better off speaking to my homie Cise. Chorus I don’t know what more I should tell her, cos she will never listen to me, I don’t know what more I should tell her, I don’t know what more I should tell her, cos she will never listen to me, I don’t know what more I should tell her, cos she will never listen to me. Verse Two (Cise Starr) Familiar message on my phone again, it be that chick that never listen and she needs a friend, I hate to break it to her, but dammit, I'm just not him, she be chasing after this tool, photogenic Ken, they always arguing, but smile for the camera lens, they gotta make it look good for the Insta-grim, she need to colon cleanse, keep it moving, leave him, before even the foundation cannot hide the sins of the arguments he wins, she say “no he's okay, he just be mad some days, he don't even mean to do it, it's just something I say”, you keep making excuses for this dysfunctional loser, one of these days he will lose it, put something in your medulla, and that won't make it to Instagram, but maybe to Twitter though, when the local news reporting so (no), I call her back and persuade her the best I can, but she keep me talking in circles, so I transfer her to Stan. Chorus Verse Three (Substantial) (Yo), she hitting me on my line, snifflin’ and she cryin’, sick of him and she tired, this isn’t what she desired, missin’ each of the signs, revealing his true design, it ain’t fiction, it’s science, the sayin’ that love is blind, disregarded the cheating, ‘cause it was better than beatings, quality time was frequent, but now he gone every weekend, but he be keepin’ tabs like Biggie, (Who you be with?) The question I had asked was (Really?!, when you leavin’?) Man this joker is wild, she gotta know when to fold’em, a King worth her while, she gotta learn how to hold’em, I told her, a Queen must see that she is golden, and guard her heart from those that wish to leave it broken, she laugh and tell me, I’m so corny, and not to judge a book without knowing the whole story, true indeed, I tell her be well, nothing else for me to say, but you can hit up DL, okay? Chorus

Intro (multiple triggers) Funky. Verse One I am the F, the U, the N. K, in spite of what your friends say, I'm something like a Sensei, especially how my pen spray, I put my pen to paper in a way that no one can say, "this brother ain't that nice upon the mic, he kinda flimsy", cos’ that would be like saying that I ain't that entertaining, and literally complaining, defaming something amazing, but I just bring that dopeness on each and every occasion, and break it down to people like mathematic equations, I'm black and I am current so you can say that I'm raisin* the standard of the music so people keep on embracing, sometimes I am verbatim sometimes I'm just paraphrasing, I write these words to touch you, you feeling what I am saying? I came to leave my mark like a two-year old with a crayon, and get these people swaying with everything I'm conveying, the first step is the training, the second step is the weigh-in, seconds up, round one, I ain't playing. Chorus (x2) I don’t play, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, I’m like a broken VCR, because I don’t play. Verse Two I'm too N. I. C. E. At least that's how they see me, but hardly on the TV, and make it look so easy, yo’ I can stop the beat and kinda’ rub it like a Genie, and I am so extremely confident no one can beat me, I came from humble beginnings and ran with heroes and villains, and hung with many civilians, who tried to sell me opinions, but I don't buy it just because you said it, so dead it, them words ain't got no merit, they ain't got no credit, forget it, I'm too invincible and working from a principal that's unequivocal; sometimes I'm plotting like a criminal, so rottenous subliminals cannot affect me, especially when I've trained and perfected my technique, yo', I'm so explosive, composing music that's so impulsive, the diagnosis is just a dosage of dopeness, a potion hypnosis to keep your mind focused on everything I'm saying, word is born I'm not playing. Chorus (x2) Verse Three I got the C. L. A. the S. S. I'm bringing you the essence in each and every sentence, so when you in my presence, you hear something impressive and extremely expressive, you can call it progressive, enough to take a lesson from this beat-making, rhyme-slaying, heat-making, nah’m saying? One of the best nah' mean? the impact and the beat will hit your chest, nah 'mean? lean back, hit the floor, white chalk, crime scene, bloodstains on my hands, get my clothes dry-cleaned, I'm a pro; I've been making it happen from my teens, So every time I step in the arena, I completely guarantee ya' of a performance that never falls short, sometimes I bring the ruckus, but I'm told it's all sport, you wanna’ try and play me? Well the ball’s in your court, so fix your Air Jordans, but I'mma keep scoring, cos’ no matter what happens ain't no use in you ignoring I ain't playing Chorus (x2)

Verse One Yo’, we going in and out of this relationship like a pair of feet into some shoes that never fit right, sometimes it's like we really cool and we in harmony, and other times it's like I gotta’ wear my armory, If I'm to tell the truth I really think it's cos’ of you, cos’ you be treating us like us is something solitude, and I don't know the reason why I won't get over you, I see the overview; I know what I'm supposed to do, and now I'm thinking is another person close to you? I could be right, but hope I'm not and that I overshoot, and even when you in my presence yo' it's like you gone, I'm trying to tell you something, but you're looking so withdrawn, and this ain't new to me, I seen it like a couple times, I'm looking in your face and all I see is troubled eyes, you doing double time, but I must of seen you down the Ave with like a couple guys, ay’ yo’ you letting me down again. Chorus You letting me down again, you letting me down again, you letting me down, you letting me down, down she letting me down again, she letting me down again, she letting me down again, she letting me down, she letting me down, she letting me down. Verse Two She try and tell me that it's all in my imagination, and not to make an accusation with no validation, but everyday it's like your heart is inaccessible, don't wanna doubt, but it's extremely irrepressible, cos’ every time I look at you I see an empty shell, and I can see what's obvious, so it ain't hard to tell, just like the very last song played on Illmatic, we used to really get along, but now it feels static, so what's the point of either one of us pretending like a DJ at a club who's frontin', we ain't blending right? I'm disappointed in your total lack and disregard, and like a piece of paper now you tearing this apart, I'm trying to figure out exactly why we took a turn, it ain't that easy to decipher, so I can't discern, but at the same time I try to work the answers out, but what I know without a doubt is that you letting me down again. Chorus

Chorus (x2) If I never make another album, turn this up and show the people how this should be sounding (sounding, sounding, sounding) (Scratch) Just go on to let you know I flow on, that’s what we about to do, uh! Verse One Yo’, it's like D bring it back again, beats that I'm banging, been sweet like I'm saccharin, how many ways to tell you take a seat homie, pack it in? thinking, never saying, "I can't wait to see the back of him", so call it how you want it, but I see it like it's flattering, cos’ everything that's going on with them could never matter when I'm doing what I'm doing and I dabble what I dabble in, that's a nice lay up, now repeat without the traveling, oops, now the stitches of truth are unravelling, like taking a gamble when you can't see what's happening, but trying to be extravagant especially when a camera gets close, now they fashioning a way to look fabulous, jokes, ain't an accident that D is the protagonist they listen to from London all the way up to Los Angeles, and now it's so unanimous, my beats are like paralysis, cos’ beat-makers listen and it make em' feel so powerless, can't ruffle my feathers, try to put me under pressure, just like a professor at the start of a semester, I teach em' how to do this, advance level or clueless, street smart or foolish, my class make you the coolest, an opportunist , I have em' saying, “Mr Newman, I used to sound stupid, but you showed me bout’ this music, you’re a D.K.H”, yeah a different kinda human, who’s doing what's he doing, got you under no illusion. Chorus Verse Two I'm prolific, the Def Lyrics, no limits, I just roll with it, flow spitting, no slipping, I'mma go get it, stampede or toe tipping, I'm my own critic, take a loop with no spirit then I cold flip it with a level of sophistication, a surgeon of the beats, I guess the track is just the patient, I'm like a priest praying for the pad, I bless the paper, and I release and make it breathe just like a respirator, black mean I'm black and current mean I'm right now, and jazz got the type of vibe to make you pipe down, and I can hear a break, imagine how it might sound without touching an instrument, or having words to write down and I ain't new to this, they want me like a fugitive, and everything I do to this is like a revolutionist, it doesn't matter if I'm on your top-five producer list, funky one of the best, find a way to get used to it, never scared of any competition, I'm a vindicator, I leave the track smoking like a big incinerator, I'm in control, so anytime I wanna’ kill the fader, I can push the button like a kid stuck in an elevator, and bring it back again like reruns of old TV, but if it ain't up to my standards then you won't see me, like a Magician disappearing from the room, but I guess the only difference is I'm using no illusion.

Intro Said I used to (x4) Verse One I used to make beats on a Commodore Amiga, my Brother was my biggest fan and truly a believer, he kept me level headed ain't no acting like a diva, I always been a dreamer with laid back demeanor, musically eager and supported by my teacher, my Uncle had a studio, I nurtured my procedure for putting beats together that would nearly blow the speaker, I met some other rappers, I would put em' on a feature, I always had a vision; I was something like a leader, I'm calling record labels when I pick up the receiver, you gotta put me on as if my name was Bonita, Bonita, Bonita, Bonita (Uhhhhh!), vinyl getting pressed so I go see a record dealer, and it was evident that I would be a big achiever, hot beats like a fever, beats cold like freezer, and my rhyme style fresh like an all-white sneaker. Chorus Used to (x16) Verse Two I used to get my breaks from this record store basement, and then I started searching other places and locations, scratched a couple records, I was looking for replacements, even found some breaks when I was walking down the pavement, and to my amazement they were super entertaining, I wanted to make records; I'm incredibly impatient, and hear my music play on every radio station, so then I get some paper, writing page upon pages, I had no time for wasting and could never get complacent, and I was a performer, so I had to get some agents, and did a couple shows as I was traveling the nation, and people seemed to love it and they showed appreciation, it didn't take me very long to build a foundation, and now I'm making music with universal engagement, so whether you be working or you chillin' on vacation, just turn my music up and keep it stuck on this rotation. Chorus Breakdown Here we go yo’, here we go (x4) Chorus

Intro (Vanloco) Yo, what’s up? that’s right, what’s good ? yo, brrrap! what? Verse One They say, classic was the day and because the way I'm consistent when I made over a dozen of long player records on some bass and percussion, some kick back drinking no chase with your cousin, some sit back roll a strap blaze til ya' buzzing type sound, I can't think of many ways that I wasn't gonna make the effort to be great cos’ I doesn't does what I does like I been already done it yo’, I ain't pretentious, there ain't no pretending, if you speaking to my peoples I come highly recommended, I'm so highly independent and I hardly make amendments, to composing a sentence, I flow with a vengeance, with no apprehensions and slow not to mention that my music is the type to make the dopest impression, I'm dope by profession and hope my expressions will let you know that D ain't no joke I ain't messing, now D has records, some crackle dust cover jazz records, some cool classic old jazz legends, and D got beats, that kick thumping snare snapping heat, made to keep up the repeats in the streets, there are so many artists who will front like they the hardest, cos’ they music is bombarded with saturated guitarists, and animated regardless of the fact that they have tarnished they targets, they not the smartest a carcass, I beg ya’ pardon, they market to sound the darkest, but say things like "irregardless" retarded? I don't expect em' to be Malcolm, Martin, Marcus, I started, a heavy hearted MC rock any topic, cos’ when I grab the microphone I ain't about to drop it, I profit from using logic, got samples that sound melodic, examples of a symbolic producer and workaholic, I’m on some next level type, pad and my pencil, write grand in the scheme, I might land in your dream, I'm like damn!

Chorus (x2) (Vanloco) You bun fire blood? I bun fire too (x3) You bun fire blood? I bun fire. Verse One I carry the torch; articulate the truth of my thoughts, ferocious at war and lyrically raw, I'm more than you thought, illustrating my cause with the kind of precision of a Beretta, it's a just short step to the omega, with two hands together like a prayer or a beggar, y'all can never sound better that's a fable, the Knight of round table, I slice ya bacon with ya bagel with a double edge dagger to cut the chit-chatter, my battalion is badder than venom and dark matter, your darkness is black? My darkness is much blacker, the verbally deranged Don Logan, I bring a gift that's a Trojan and fill it with Romans, and homie that's just a token for you to go home with when you get caught slippin' and get stuck in the moment, it ain't broken, don't try to fix it, you ain't a Craft-maker, and I ain't never off the grid like I'm graph paper, I'm so fly with it, seven four seven, egg time your rhyme, give you seven more seconds, next time you try, bring seven more weapons, I was born in the year of seven times eleven, seven times the legend, seven times you threatened, the word on the street's you did seven times the sweating, you say you fire, I'mma show you what a fire do, you bun fire blood? I bun fire too. Chorus Verse Two Yo', flame resistant mic control, as I state my business, might provoke with my ignorance, so you might be broken by this vigorous dialect that's spoken by the Caesar of rhyme speakers, I give you seizures, send you back where you came from and take your VISA's, releases upon releases, blow you to pieces, you can take out a lease besides where the deceased live, came from the east where the sun don't set, where you're styles no name like Colombo's pet, you gone need ground control like a jumbo jet, so they can show you where to go when come home wrecked and don't start, you only bound be good for parts with no good reviews and no great remarks, yo’, suited up in slick street apparel, and I never had to battle with the bottom of the barrel, it may sound narrow, but it does sound right, so put your hands back in your pocket don't be touching the mic cos y'all ain't never been ready, never paid the levy, never came hard and never made the squad, never came close, I never blame the host, a man who's afraid can never tame a ghost, you say you fire, I'mma show you what a fire do, you bun fire blood? I bun fire too. Chorus (x2)

Verse One It's funny how I was born with no obligation to any human being, but now it seems like I am owing all this money now, it's been raining for seven days, I got my winter coat, my umbrella is up, I step outside and yo' it's sunny now, I used to think police officers had to serve us and protect us but nowadays I'm more scared that they may gun me down, and on the street these crazy drivers wanna run me down, I got a show tomorrow, but my nose is runny now, sometimes I'm talking on the phone and I am deep in conversation, but can tell the other person isn't listening, I hate when I go on vacation and get to my hotel my room and it is hot, but I can't work the air conditioning, sometimes I'm laying in my bed and I am trying to fall asleep, but I can never seem to get the right positioning, they say I'm dope at making beats, I wanna remix every track, but nowadays these record labels ain't commissioning, and I could meet a pretty woman in a club and get to talkin’, then realize the two of us ain't got no chemistry, we living in a world where you can have so much that's working for you, but you look at someone else with all this jealousy, I wanna trust these politicians when they speak; but everybody knows that being untruthful's a common tendency, we gotta learn to live together, we the people of this planet, we are family, to hell with this supremacy. Chorus Oh no! The world is kinda’ cold, but just hold on to everything you know when things go wrong, and maybe one day you can say so long to all the days when life would play no song, you gotta try your best and just hold on, it's feeling like a test when things go wrong, you gotta take a breath, don't stress so long take cover from the world when you go home. Verse Two Ay' yo' it's tiring when you are looking for a job and there are thousands advertised, but when it comes to you it's like nobody's hiring, when everything is going good and I am feeling positive, but then somebody comes to mess with my environment, when I am working on a paper, my computer catch a virus and I didn't think to backup my assignment, it's like the universe is no longer aligning, and everybody knows the things you think are private, I check my social media; I see a picture of my friends, they at a party, yo' but how could they forget me? So many people will insist upon me showing them consideration when it's plain to see they don't respect me, and yo' I'm trying to figure out the reason I worry about so many things, which I know really don't affect me, and I'm still going in my phone and picking out numbers to call of all the people who so easily neglect me, I wanna’ tell you what I really think about you but inside I'm just afraid that I am gonna’ be rejected, I have a different point of view and there's nothing written in stone that I should have to see the world from your perspective, now I am waiting twenty minutes on the phone and then somebody it pick up, but suddenly I'm disconnected, sometimes I have to put my hand up in the air and draw a line around myself, so I can feel like I'm protected. Chorus

Chorus They tried to count me out, (tried to count me out); they tried to put me down, but I’ve never really had no doubts about where I’d be now, they tried to kick me down, (tried to kick me down), they never heard me out, but I’ve never really had no doubts about where I’d be now. Verse One Remember he? He the one you never put your money on. told him run along when he was only young, hungry for only one outcome, eager to outrun anyone, had to keep it moving like a penny spun, and he's from the same city as the rest of them, going toe-to-toe among the best of them, underestimated his development, didn't see his excellence because he style was different they were prejudice, they couldn't see it in themselves, they were blinded by they own ego's and tried to block wherever he goes, but he's lethal, soaring like an eagle, though they saw him like a beetle on the bottom brick and so they didn't treat him equal, but he learned to navigate the bitterness, and took himself away from all the gibberish, he's so different, it's the intrigue that he's shown to set himself a part, which put him in a league of his own. Chorus Verse Two Remember he? He the one they didn't like to hear from, It didn't stop him captivating eardrums, they couldn't make him disappear from the same environment that they were trying to dominate from year one, but couldn't barricade a brother who would navigate the others, eradicating brothers cos he advocates that love is the only way stop yourself succumbing to your ruin, but they don't pay attention or reflect on what he's doing, he's thinking from the top floor, vision is panoramic, cos’ he can see a different picture like a camera addict, he got that high endurance, still they try to ignore his dedication by thinking they can stop his performance, but he's so flawless, so impeccable, call him a true professional and now he's unforgettable, he's so different, it's the intrigue that he's shown to set himself a part, which put him in a league of his own. Breakdown Uh (multiple) Verse Three Remember me? The one who's in a unique position, the one who didn't need your coalition to gain the recognition as a certified superior musician, the one who will defy your premonitions, the one that's on a mission and speak my mind without no inhibitions, the one who's contravening your conditions, the one who got volition, the one who's never seeking your permission, the one who doesn't follow your traditions, listen! the one that you were dissin', cos there's no way to beat the competition, the one you didn't need as opposition, the one you that you are a wishing gets tangled in a collision, the one you can't imprison, the one you don't compete with his precision, the one who ain't under your supervision, the one you can't describe with a description, I'm so different; it's the intrigue that I've shown to set myself apart and put me in a league of my own.

Verse One Let me tell you a story, cos it's a good one, it's all about this woman I met, she was a Hoodlum, Gangster, Bandit, she set me up and planned it, and all because of her, my life was drowning in a sandpit, met her at an art gallery, began to chit-chat, she was kinda interesting, so we went to kick it a bar close by, got to drinking Patrón, so got twisted to the point where she would follow me home, yo', the morning after, laid in bed for half an hour, took a cold shower, washing her stench then took a towel, dried myself down, devoured some eggs and pancakes, she ate bran flakes, tying her hair, the band breaks, departed with handshakes instead of kisses, she stated “this was simply business, I’m not your mistress, your Mrs, this ain't Christmas, don’t it twisted, I’m from a school of bad bitches, can get you blistered and feed your body to the fishes”, she wrote a number on the back of some Rizlas, "what is this?", she said "a college kid they call the wizard, call him and pay visit and beware of all his lizards, he gone tell you bout' religion and the time he spent in prison, he talks a lot, but listen till he finish, then take this envelope and when you get there only give him twenty grand from inside, he's gonna count there's nothing missing, then meet me at the 'Chung Ho' kitchens and mind the pigeons". Verse Two Arrived at The Wizards, the door was already open, he was choking on a mouth-gag, his nose was broken, his clothes was soaked in petroleum, suffering pandemonium, I untied him quickly, asked him what the hell was going on? He said he owed some money to some cold-hearted loan-sharks, and gotta pay them back within a week, or get some broke arms, then asked me, "where the money at?" pulled out the brown bag, removed about half and gave this dude his twenty grand, then he said he need the rest, I wasn't down with that, so he started raising his voice, "yo' who you shouting at? you may be crazy, but you ain't gone get my paper", he made a sudden move, that's when he fired off his Taser, which hit me in the blazer and I fell face down, I’m trying to get up, he kicked me and kept yelling “stay down”, and all I’m thinking is W.T.F., now ain't this some BS?, I can't speak, he tased me, I'm speechless. Verse Three I wake up in the back of a squad car, handcuffs, Officer to my left, overweight, dandruff, bad breath, wedding ring, thinking who would marry that? fifteen minutes looking out the window, now we at the precinct, fingerprints, mug shot, phone call, put the money in the slot and leaned myself against the wall, 5-5-5-, called the Chung Ho Chinese, she came on the line, I asked her straight ,“why me?” She laughed, and said she need a scapegoat, someone she could manipulate to handle them fake notes, cos’ she was being staked by the counterfeit cops, she got a tip about a bust and so she set me up, she said don't take it personal, I hope the judge is merciful, but you gone do some time, I hope you know that's irreversible, my money ran out, my phone time was up, I placed the receiver down and then my cell door shut.

Verse One Yo’, I'm gonna start this from the only place an artist can paint a picture with sharpness and say it from where the heart is, regardless of all the darkness that surrounds mankind, the corruption and all that's heartless that surrounds man's mind, the greed that leads to deeds where people exceed they needs, at speeds, mislead without any sign of fatigue, I must proceed to plant the seeds and feed my creed, believe in something that's bigger than me, so I write for the mic, don't write hype for the light, I don't need no boujie car to back me like Michael Knight, I don't need a chick in a swimsuit to convince you My music ain't tinsel, I cling to the things I've been through, so every bar is like a scar on my soul, yo my destination is truth and that's as far as I go, as far as I know, there's nothing that can stop me, so carbon and copy, they never embody the type of Tsunami that's behind me, a beat devastator, paint pictures with predicators, rewriting the rules of rap like a lyrical legislator, cos’ when I put pen to paper, I never pretend to take ya' to a place that's even greater, every time you switch the fader, and twenty years later, I'm still here, I'm still clear, I'm still with a career, I still care, I regenerate like cells every seven years, and still swear to bring you a style that's debonair. Chorus (scratched) Listen to the beautiful compositions of these tracks, this is Black Jazz, settle back and relax, this is Black Jazz hope I got the sound right down to your taste, listen to the beautiful compositions of these tracks, this is Black Jazz, settle back and relax, this is Black Jazz hope I got the sound right down to your taste, many years later, but I’m still in the mix. Verse Two I'm gonna end this from the only place a friend is supposed to send this and recommend that you take this incentive to blend this into your playlist, love it or hate it educated or ignoramus, I bring that greatness, never paralyzed in changing my paradigm, cos’ living ain't pantomime, you're trapped in a Babylon if you ain't gone analyze, fantasizing instead of living, with a vision that's never vivid like a slain villain, I'm never watching anybody, all that's gonna do is hold me back, and understand, see as a man that no one owes me jack, stand on my own two, and yeah I'm prone to and known to release the Hackney in me, yeah that's zone two, come from humble beginnings, so never let my feelings turn me to some egotistical being, that's unappealing, I stay making music, Blackcurrent Jazz and the Blues and Big Band, Latin and Smooth and Ragtime, Dixieland, Fusion, Contemporary, Avant-garde or Be-Bop, D drop, the beat knocks, crumble your Sheetrock yo’, I'm still spitting like saliva from beat-box, avoiding any beef like I'm swerving a meat-truck, So twenty years later, I'm still here, I'm still clear, I'm still with a career, I still care, consistent, so I don't make you wait for twenty years before you get to hear me bring you something debonair. Chorus

Intro (Funky DL) What was left for me to do after Black Jazz 2? Verse One (Txmmy Shay Fiasco) (Uh, yo’) Oh fuck, you will not imagine all this collateral damage, turning kids into animals, eating off niggas like Cannibals, move undetected like Hannibal, cah’ in these streets a casual walk could turn to casualties, subliminal Alchemy, taming beasts with the art of speech, one mind can bring a nation to their knees, all stress and pain relieved, pain does not mean you bleed, I got stuck up to my knees, it’s the soul that they feed off, that’s why my heart don’t beat when the beat stops, scream so loud, but they can’t hear us, some of us stay fighting, some are Preachers, but I don’t need no speech, I just need to eat, push me to the edge, insulting my intelligence, just cos’ of the black up in my skin, securing all my wins, but do you feel me though? I built this alone, pillar to post, renewing my focus, writing up the potion, my movements in motion, I’m really fighting for freedom, I think you should know this, fighting for a change now, not to be noticed, don’t chill with no old vibes, them niggas they’re vultures, don’t care bout’ your ice dawg, you ain’t felt the coldest, climbing out the slums now, I was never hopeless...

Chorus Sometimes I feel like turning away from everything that I know, cos I can wake up today and see a fork in road, but then it takes me to say, I gotta get a good hold on everything that I prayed for, cos I played for the chance to win the life and everything I was made for, so why it got me feeling like my train is delayed for? Thinking of disappearing like I'm going away for... (how long?), but I stay for… (for what?) Verse One For all the peeps in my life that need me, especially when they are finding that life ain't easy, I could compare it to them losing their sight completely, can't see the writings on the wall it ain't like graffiti, I try to tell em' bout the things I feel might defeat me, and show em' how I overcome cos they might believe me, but they ain't know about my pain cos I'm quite discreetly standing on the shoulders of everything right beneath me, but it can feel like it's too much, energy is depleted my resources got used up, and all I really want is my momentum to boost up, but looking in the mirror my reflection's like, "you suck", and shopping ain't the answer, I ain't buying some new stuff, what is the point in owning something I get no use from? Cos’ all I see is the need for something that's really different like an unplanned detour. Chorus Verse Two Because I guess I don't like change and everything I'm looking for is out of my price range and I don't wanna worry all my friends and my family and make em' get mad at me for leaving so rapidly, I got responsibilities and other commitments, impossible to handle them if I'm at a distance, and tell me what I'm gonna do with little subsistence? And I am so familiar with my current existence, and could it be I only need a little assistance, some positivity that I can see is consistent, I guess I should continue with a little persistence, and don't be quick to give up when I hit some resistance, and try and keep my head up and to practice resilience, but I am sick and tired of societies’ systems, so all I see is the need for something that's really different like an unplanned detour. Chorus (x2) Monologue: “You win some and you lose some… I guess the trick is figuring out which is which. Sometimes you'll only ever know in hindsight… and at other times, you'll see those potential victories, or losses from a mile away, like an eagle in the sky. We've all probably felt that we've bitten of more than we can chew; sometimes just by being here… and most of us may have felt at some point, to just get up and leave everything behind, to start afresh. So what stops us? Is it that we're too conditioned by our circumstances that anything outside of what we know is too scary to want to know. So we endure the pain... those promises that never mature, and the people who we burden or burden us. If life, and people, and opportunity were all represented by two sides of a coin, why does one side seam to overwhelmingly land more than the other when flipped? It probably doesn't, we're just so used to seeing the side of the coin we dislike most, we still see it even when the other side drops. Lets change. Blackcurrent Jazz”.