[Intro] audio clip- You are now listening to R2WICE\ (Uhh Yeah) [Verse] Dust ‘em like a skin cell Some say they be married to the game but they be infidel Choking on the wedding bell This will tell who gettin love and get the L Omnipresent I was on the hill and I was in the Hill Even from a noticeable distance still I lectured well A case of Ace a sip of zinfandel You don’t tip a scale Holes in they bucket chose wisely when you pick Ya pail de-lies-a nigga tell thuggish ruggish til you hit the frail bone Then they sending subs in the mail Whoa nelly These brush strokes’ll make you critics kneel You just tyna paint ya nails trippin in your favorite heels What you masking is your self Thinking what u make is real Compared to what tho ? Ima get Roberta flack for saying what a nigga feel But all you blurt is filler fella u don’t never play the field Not competing against me seems like a way to win but never competing at all is a real way to fail No return in lip services pound of flesh Pay ya bill Convert the murders into currency I done made a trill Brother play it chill take a pill seek safer trails Are u here test the waters? or you here yo bait the whale Thought he was a waiter still Just another plated meal Fast food No nutrition but I ate it still [Sample hook[ Oh yes ya did The day you die The day you die

[Intro] Wake wake... Mourning people and I do mean mourning people You are listening to WAID New York where art imitates death Comin in at #2 on our morning bucket list is Destiny by R2WICE [Verse] I tell a brother to get correct That just further made us dissconnect They wanna wow you with who they wit That just more parties to cut a check 3rd parties fuck up the whole party Fuck yo lounge boy I don’t party He the man at events he pretend he plans Outside the spot he a nobody Still telling new niggas old stories Cant get past the past So dormant Spending more money on weed n drink But got the nerve to be lowballing If you dare come with a half a payment I'ma let him record half a take then Get on some petty shit for the paper Specially when they rhyme about how they make it Don’t go insult my intelligence Fuck who you doing a record with Don’t care if its Jay-z Nigga fuck you pay me He get the reference Pain in the ass with no assets Leaving me needing an aspirin Dreaming of billionaires brackets still doin welfare wack shit They don’t like how I talk No auto tunes and no edits I don’t filter no message You gon hear how bro said it You and I know what’s goin on but them people you tell hear different You gotta save face for home-base To continue all that square business That Teena Marie act your can keep at But do from a clear distance All that hoe shit Need a reality show check Housewives With Beards edition Im on yo brakes till its rear collision You ain’t driven with impaired vision Now Ima keep paining up on this pain And you keep doing all that mere scribbling New day that price old now Another brand new being slow down Maxwell like Puba Grand Groove See the threshold move i aint thru My accessibility is taboo i am the level u cant do Back with a back full of stab-wounds and a satchel full of damn you From the new group to the grassroots yall the same sandwich Bambu And im strapped for time its past two truth'll give em life or you can pass too Annual subscription past due You cancelled Todays paper full of bad news The avenues full of candles Read about it... [Hook] x2 DESTINY Listen Im doing more than just spittin I just reading what was written in your... DESTINY I just state my position No judgement or wild prediction This is written in your.... DESTINY [Outro] (Yo) We all heard that shit before right ? (YEAH) It is written... They say destiny is the phrase of the weak human heart That the strong and virtuous admit no destiny It's just a dark apology for every error in people's lives

[Intro] Say goodbye all My god We are gathered here today... Praise! uhh [Verse][ My God! My God… Hip hop heads click my songs and visit Zion I Write on the wall with a wide tip Krylon Born to a burned throne Im down by law Fuck you write for? Hiding truth behind sidebar Them lines off Outta pocket like the white ball Your tribe soft You went viral but your vibes off These mind wars you got N-95’s and lysol My God…This underground for the high floors My songs is moonshine for you White Claws My fault My writing arm I sawed right off Then freestyle all of my bars Til the price soar Sky-high Fly where the sun reside talk You just gotta get that fear of heights gone Bygons an ICU full of icons With mic-chords in they eyeballs What an eye sore Read more, write more Before you align yourselves Along the likes of rhyme gods and cyborgs You mixed up A day walk to a night crawl Test the waters and die from splinters on the dive-board My God! My God… Im God Y’all walk cause I crawled, saw cause I thought Left palm never tell right palm You might like arms for what might form into a life lost When I put in work I don’t need to hear Nice Job Im still doin homework on my nights off Even though I’m my boss If I'm not behind the boards its quite odd I mix down another track By dawn wrote 5 more So live more so this to die for Slow death Each day we all die more The spell that you under's only life long Im handing out blunts full of life’s cure [Hook] x3 MY GOD MY GOD YOU THINK YOU LIVE DOG THIS LIFE'S CURE YOU WONT SURVIVE LONG THIS IS LIFE'S CURE SAY GOODBYE ALL THIS IS LIFE'S CURE [Outro] Audio clip- "So you have rise up above life Because you can walk down the street and look at the products of life When you walk down skid row you see the fruits of life" (Life's Cure) "And you see a person dying you also see the fruits of life So therefore the history of life is very strange indeed Because its not really life Its something like a dream Its something that came to be Temporarily that should never have been"

[Intro] audio clip- R2WICE (uhh) You know my shit is fly (yeah) You know that shit (c'mon) Live from some real live areas Where grown men cries are criteria Visualize what real Blind fury is Really 2 Witty Inner City Experience Yours vicarious Simulated dreamland I more mean man nightmarish shit Nothin less than a throne as my chair to sit Who’s the fairest one of em all? He tried to Siri it (Siri) Son’n y’all I'm strict with my parentin’ Raise my voice to levels that might scare the kids You know what minus the why and the where it is This song is just a real divine mirror trick (reflection) Squint ya eye you could find pyramids Listen right and Visit time periods (travel) I Stretch time within rhyme variants Can't just wing it juggling words with the Flybrarian (no) Literature you might find very grim Phrases to the famine, goods from the very rich Robin with his merry men riding my chariots Quite mysterious Keep the mind curious Nowhere but everywhere Here he is There he is Killed on video Didn’t mind sharing it Tik tok funeral IG Live bury em (dead 'em) Grave plots for the ignorance Lie there in bliss Patients for clinics and morgues, mine's wearing thin Sky-high narratives I'm the flybrarian (It's me) I don’t wanna see you birds in my air again Now wear a grin and bare my arrogance Seen as nefarious The shape of water is my comparison Haters u oughta die hearing this (listen) losing feeling in thy weary limbs (finished) Under the word spell of the Flybrarian (Yes indeed!) [Outro] audio clip- "Flybrarian" (It's over your head) "Flybrarian Like a ghost from another time" (That high altitude) "The narcotics that you call literature Poetry, essays all kind all of an opiate" (Rush Rythymz)

[Intro] audio clip- "You dont got you a lil knowledge You conscious and here you go dissing some 17, 18, 19, 20 year old thats coming into the game Most of the time when get to that level you older So when you get older and you come off like that your creating a generational gap You the reason they say fuck you old heads" [Verse] Oldhead, young head Beef keep sturrin’ Feeding off each other like greedy vermin Time keep on slipping PMD E. Sermon Nephew just want you to peep these verses Unc just wanna do the Pee Wee Herman Said he see potential but we need purpose Street on records in the streets be nervous Said he had the same guns PD bursting All that bullshit that your team be blurtin They keep coming out but Each release be worse Turn down broken knobs Keep returning I could hear every MC he learning You and that producer really need rehearsing I know the formula for the beats he workin' Week ass bars but he seem determined Please re-word it When you Speak breathe courage Oldhead, young head beef keep sturrin’ Selfish still trying Reach each person Metal cassette feel need Need rebirthin’ Keep weed burnin' while the CD burnin’ Krush Groove elements beat street burdens Lee Beat Turbo next feature he workin’ I tap in the past to keep me current Virtually eat urchin in deep sea current Shock value far from DC current They lack power this is energy re-surgin’ I drink goat milk and eat these serpents Gassed up opposition keep me burpin’ Oldhead Young Head Beef keep sturrin’ Scheme seem perfect but a big deterrent The true heart of the matter Deep beneath the surface Is all life and death that keep reoccurrin’ Oldhead, young head beef keep sturrin’ Til a warhead get us all We deserve it The death of a nation Historys version It’ll be cringe worthy when you research it audio clip- "but still just the attitude" (It’ll be cringe worthy when you research it) "That you look so down on your own little young brother You know" (Oldhead, young head beef keep sturrin’) 'I have dudes all the time They like conscious rap right" (Old Head Young Head beef keep sturrin’) "They alway trash what they call mumble rap" (Old Head Young Head beef keep sturrin’) "So I be thinking to myself Ok you say you listen to conscious rap? That mean you should be conscious Answer me something Would you or would you not have a complete over-standing On why your young brothers is like that?"

[Intro] Death to the wack emcees Death to the wack emcees ohhh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ohhh yeah.yeah Yeah yeah (Rush Rythymz) ohhh yeah. yeah Yeah. yeah (Which hand you write with nigga? Put it on the table) ohhh yeah. yeah.. yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (uhh) [Verse] This your intermission if your into listening  I'm with all the shit that all the hits are missing  This is more than flows, bars or who goes hard Approach the new era with the same old flaws (nah) Have not theories, keep it dirty Big jeans and jerseys Mesk-tabs and 40s Same difference lean and perkies Whose era better that's a stance of no importance   We all byproducts of those before us   Those woes and worries are old and sorry but them woes and worries are on my road to glory Life without hardships a children's story One the children in my 20 story won't read The children in my 20 story building smoke weed Become the man of the house that the family don't need Alot of wasted talent and broken dreams I got a lot more to talk about don't leave When was the last time you spoke to me openly Minus ur search for dopamine you gross from me Some keep close to me hoping to see my dopeness leave That hate aroma mean causing my nose to bleed Some shit don't change just spray the whole Fabreeze Roll some tree and smoke and forget how it’s supposed to be I uphold the deed to show and lead by example Y’all stay pointing fingers while I leave with a handful Leave me a sample I’m ample to pen chants That push out more power than your amp pull Bitch you landfill Watch a anvil crush a thumbnail These are transcripts and soundtracks to your snuff film Another kill I should invest in burial ground We on the third installment boy this is serial now Who wanna count the bodies boy Its a scary amount I air em out I kill a empire off no Terrance Howard No happy chants n hooks Aint much to cheer about Old songs croon for soon These tunes declare a now Hear a sound It's a fair share of wow Get your whereabouts Pluck ya feathers and wear ya down Bow! Coat of arms no Kid Super for this shooter aint no way lil Webster gon’ hang with mister Cooper Let this missile introduce us Spin u like pit maneuver Ya comeback kid stories big hit with the losers Haleluya I'll rebuke whoever distribute ya No crucifix but this a tool to fix ya crew up The score to the Madness of the planet that consume us The students and the felons riding on the same school bus The junior drug users who fucked cougars done grew up Sleep on truth, fueled off rumors and costume love There’s wars goin on outside Stay home or suit up The enemy surrounded by more arms then a group hug (oh yeah. yeah) Fuck you gonna do huh? Burried in a pile of excuses they found a new one Mic checka It’s all EFX They not the true ones They bum stiggidy bums straight out the sewer Them Biffs went Back to the future for manure And still found all of my moves were connoisseur My pitch dont relate to you consumers This more resonates with rulers and rare jewelers 6 handshakes from Mansa Musa This ol’ fashioned new stuff I've mastered since Calvin Cooler Your favorite writers Idols mentors tudor The mad recluse one His own track producer New York talkI I don't do the Chattanooga The gossip shit cool until they ratta-tat the room up The game in need of AID Tell ‘em that mi soon come ART IMITATES DEATH I'm painting with a new brush (Let's go) [End bridge] oh yeah yeah Yeah yeah oh yeah. yeah Yeah yeah Audio clip -"I should've known he was as good as dead when we wheeled him in" oh yeah yeah Yeah yeah oh yeah yeah Yeah yeah

[Intro] ART WIMITATES DEATH Arrangements must be made you know? Funerals (Yo) are for the living. Dont let anybody tell you different [Verse 1] They hardest work be sounding like a demo (That shit trash) Left and right my head goes that’s a Hell N-O Non stop laughin at your best quotes No live punchlines just Dead jokes Im An entity from another realm bro (Out of this world) Getting ghost head while Im floating on some XO Balance out the spirits with the chem smoke (Light it up!) I tic tax toe the retros in the best row Before the next L rolled let it go (X em out) Leave em stiff on a slab with some pliers in his chest bone More deathblows til its end zone (finished) The sideline bench player spectators neck broke I got they Heart Tempo on techno (look at them niggaz) Stethoscope sound like a beat by Timbo Rae and ghost It s so simple its impulse Close his soul windows by the intro [Hook] Tell me what ya see when ya eyes closed Cant take nothin witcha when ya gotta go (You gotta go) A whole crowd around you but you die alone (You die alone) Funeral is packed like a live show but you ain’t know (You aint know?) Funerals for living folk (You aint know nigga) Funerals are for the living folks (I guess you aint know) Funerals for living folk (Yeah) Funerals are for the living folk oh-oh (You just learned something today) Funerals are for the living folk [Verse 2] Artists sell they ass like bimbo (hoe niggas) Blowing on a label exec like piccolo Bet ya hero signed to a jiggalo (ahh man) Wrote a song a bout like to hear it? Here it go They soul got sold for some big doe (get money) Switch up his image now he fitted in some chick clothes Hip-Hop morphed into disco (damn shame) I call it like I see it I refuse to keep my lips closed The closet of the culture got some big bones (hmm) Rumor that our forefathers touched up on them kids yo (you heard that) On the road to get on they forgetful (they try to hide it) The foundation broken Hear it crashing like a cymbal How much do it cost to bury info? (You how much) More than it cost to leave you February wind cold I covered both tickets in crypto These encryption flows RIP on your headstone nigga [Hook] Tell me what ya see when ya eyes closed (Eyes closed) Cant take nothin witcha when ya gotta go (You gotta go) A whole crowd around you but you die alone (You die alone) Funeral is packed like a live show but you ain’t know (You aint even know) Funerals for living folk (You aint know?) Funerals are for the living folk (You aint know nigga) Funerals for living folk (I guess you aint know) Funerals are for the living folk oh-oh (Yeah) [Bridge] Ohh ohh-oh Ohh ohh-oh uhh ahh oh-oh Yeah [Hook] Tell me what ya see when ya eyes closed (What you see?) Nothing you could take when you gotta go (Nothing) A whole crowd around you but you die alone (Damn!) Funeral is packed like a live show but you ain’t know (You aint even know) Funerals for living folks (You aint even know nigga) Funerals are for the living folk (You aint even know!) Funerals for living folk (You aint know?) Funerals for living folk-oh Funerals for living folk Funerals are for the living folks Funerals are for the living folk Mm’ for the living folk whoa Whoa (Some niggas just wanna come and show out) Ohh ohh-oh (Others wanna see if the job is done) Ohh ohh-oh (Rest are just following suite) Ahh ah-ah Yeah (But aint nobody there but the living) Funerals are for the living folk Yeah yeah yeah

[Intro] Uhh.. (2wice! Rush Rythymz A-I-D) Yeah (Just that classic overkill shit... Listen) [Verse] Keep the Clown vibes from round my vicinity From certain proximities we might swap energy I'm never lured a stray by they false identities Remain on ya game or suffer loss by penalty Drop the ball catch a court-side injury The fearful keep running like the Pharcyde Dilla piece See I was born with unspoken law instilled in me And school was secondary next to all this history Lunch box weapons, ninja star collections I brought souls to show-n-tell Let's start the lectures You karaoke BIG n Pac impressions Hear a real awkward difference when you stop the records That me against the world shit The Bronx invented Im Tim dog and everyones a Compton resident (Yeah) Realize u still inside my Barmageddon starring as a cartoon image Pardon seven They boxed in Im boxing without a ref it’s not a myth Without a mitt Impact shatter the hand that block the hit Keep Being a misfit we find a box to fix and a plot to fit the box til everyone of them boxes checked Black boxes left at the crash site Who bought Kamikaze missiles to the hand fight (who) Clueless arm spread but they can’t fly expand wing span and hover over mankind (ha ha) Land creatures stuck in awe by my velocity Aristotle studied rhetorics and changed philosophy This poppy leaf I speak make modern day Donny B’s Wild shades of heron beige I sprayed on a beat (Dope) That First coat usually thicker than most I cover the whole globe within 16 stokes Pristine flow too rich for these unfortunate times It's regal Smoother than seagulls gliding across tide (Art!) Downward throttle, aviator goggles Self navigation made a way to my goal Fly No either or No co-pilots in the skies tryna find a flaw, stowaways tryna board (Nope!) Need control base guidance for that pilot talk (Airbase) You aint the wright brothers for flight in launch My cargo’s be the highest of the finest art (Fly) Stare into the canvas and you find the lord Hand carved brushes from the spines of u dinosaurs Sellin features on the gram like some kinda whores (Hoe-ass) Rappers on life support but they want fan support But ain't I tossin out a Tylenol (washed) The mic is on… u dying with designer on I burn the house down if I’m denied a door Right or wrong I dont share quarters with likes of y’all Behind facades is nothing but vagina walls It's a different kinda cloth Major thoughts n minor chords You cease to exist along with my remorse I could supply a corpse anytime I record (Look) and tear the fibers off of ya spinal chords (Yeah) Y’all sound kinda bored and ur timing off (You bored!) I keep my eye upon the clock like Sidelbaum and Im informed of all the bullshit you guys is on (Im listening!) Cloning your favorite sound when u writing yours I write the songs and provide the score Gad zukes unite with Kong Too nice to spar Take ur shot nigga I wish u would My wood chipper still nice and warm Diss I respond Quick like McGraw (whoo) R2WICE capital font Don’t type it wrong (2wice) This that old classic cypher on the final car on the iron horse in 1994 And if we aint like ya bars u might get robbed New nikes and all Tossing you like a ball (ahh) New York Fahrenheit report like Micheals Moore’s (NY!) Pack enough punch for Tysons jaw N__a this rhymes and grime galore That’s the dialogue Tell me Who’s hot… when I perform The climate fall (who) And limb by limb they all crack like China doll Who ever find a n___a writing arm get a nice reward Ever seen some bucket crabs think they climbing charts? (Crab n____s) Until the fryer start cooking body parts Who misguided y’all? better cry and mourn When u reunite with your idols give ‘em my regards Im the next virus launch Im in talks with Microsoft (uh huh) Me and bill gates got a nice repore When it come to rhyming dog I think I was born on Cybertron You dont want octomus prime involved I keep a fire bomb inside my palm Martin vs Tommy Hearns you dont wanna fight no more Nah son Im a lion heart Why try embark? 79 organs I flew by the mark Miles apart Out the park They can not retort with a silent thought Die for sport What you Life like? We could find a cure [Outro] (What ya life like? Its Over! you dont want it! There's 79 organs in the human body man I think we took care of everything)

[Intro] Oh this a horror movie for real (Uhh) It’s the third time around Quite charming No need for prayer (Lets go...Check!) [Verse] Don’t pray and kneel Chance for my prey is nil Im just tryna Live another day to kill Ask the internet am I aging well cause I'm older than Aol  And I still Aim messages at the beta males  Well, moment of silence For the dedicated wordsmith Who rocked the house, met defeat then Became hermits I learned thru the virtue of shrewd observation You lose concentration I gain Smooth operation So don’t become a point that I un-prove They won’t move on my grid if I adjust rules It's all Sun Tsu practice Verbal kung-fu back kicks Though I run thru madness out of love grew magic Self certified delivered in perfect time constraints  In each journal lies a blade that'll circumcise the brain  Debo know that y'all be talkin’ garbage in your hide away Behind his face... when he ride away but just know that your bike is safe Crash dummies give Jesus the wheel right away  See we don’t drive the same Cold day if I engage in any sorts of religious fuckery I am the God that you look up to see The universe inverted sittin comfortably Hovering above and swooping underneath Summon me I take a form they love to see Exotic shrubbery, designer dungarees a pair of rare 23s Exorcist, suddenly they head'll twist 720 degrees but They thinking I'm possessed cause everything I spit up is green And Ugly Don’t believe another MC could punch with me With that stubby reach on them clubby beats You Butterbeans couldn’t touch Ali Come for me I want elites Thats luxury meat absent the cutlery Ima eat til my gums are weak Pickin em out. my fuckin teeth Washing em' down with bubbly As soon as I confront the beef Now we supposed to be brotherly Fuck it I’m on some gun to cheek Run it G Kane and I want my double cheese Pardon the redundancy it’s the movie buff in me I move like Doughboy in his bloody jeans While his brother bleeds You just Tre hitting the air with a 20 pc I’m from the belly of this rap shit Let me be sincere u all Buns to me I know no fuckin Quiana bitch what u mean I’m a fuckin genius watch this liquid sword cut em deep Scream sooo! swing thru Sting you like 100 bees Hunting spree just to be sucker free Kill time make me feel fine like summer breeze Confident I trudge through the muck n mire humbly Had to do a sequel to the sequel Death come in threes come in threes (Three) come in threes (Three... Lets Go) [Hook] x 3 Hear the moment laughs become screams (MUCK N MIRE) The blindfolded fear the unseen (MUCK N MIRE) The un-thought of now becomes dreams Dreams become nightmarish things roaming free through the (MUCK N MIRE)

[Intro] Learn better [Hook] If you knew All that I knew (one two one two) If you knew (Listen different) You’d see the truth [Verse 1] Yo Back when u was mommy’s lil prince I was probably in the trench in the lobby or a bench (2wice) Mid quantities of different drugs on me with intent Surrounded by the clowns and all the zombies in the jects Small talking about who’s probably did a body or a stretch (Damn) I was Never in the crowd Low key find me on the edge “Shells lay on the battle ground” -Rakim know the ledge Ls blazing calm the panic down I was close to death Or best case lock this savage down like his homies is Back to back lookin like a trend like we supposed to bid Hold ya head when he back in town he'll be clothed in red NY it’s a dark cloud coming overhead 93 more Random cuts then that Dame movie 9 grimy lil niggas who share the same tooley Was moving like that gang shit wasn’t a thang to me Fuck that I herbed ya big homie in grade school g Straight looney Scrupulous 2wice flew over the coo coos nest And I’ll put any spitter in a suplex (suplex) They ain’t got the guns for elephant in the room yet In over they heads they going thru it like crew necks (They going thru it) [Hookl] If you knew All that I knew If you knew You’d see the truth [Verse 2] When I Rush in you playin Roulette Everybody die here (dye hair) Make red heads outta brunettes Cant see the blue print they still getting spoon fed You aint seen hungry wolf holla at the moon yet Respect vs love you pick (You pick!) I get 2 picks You get 2 pieced you flinched When it come to bars I got this Fuck what you get Its therapeutic and Im the best to ever do it Never compromising the prudence to move a unit I turn your unit to room full of paying students And the amount that they paying stupid Don't get it convoluted Aint no new shit under the sun This on top of the moon shit Music induce vibes feeling like a shroom hit My new shit Psychotropic drug usage (Its a trip) Your shooter talk common like a loose cig On a Bronx street where OG’s still 40 ounce brew swig Truth is to choose ignorance the movement Ready to die like there’s life after death Thats thinking too BIG I run up in the spot where u gig have the room rigged Touch stage ‘round the rogue you gon’ die like Cyrus Can u dig? (Can You Dig) [Hook] If you knew All that I knew If you knew You’d see the truth (You gotta listen different Learn harder, listen different This that all-knowing shit) [Bridge] They don’t know NIgga they don’t know (And it’s so much more to know) I said they don’t know I said They don’t know