This is real, real jazzy- classy, Marc-D the fuckin' Great Gatsby I'm ashin' every single blunt that I get handed Might be rough around the edges, but my flow will leave you sanded I see you sittin' down 'cause truthfully, niggas couldn't stand it Let me speak truthfully, I didn't pick; I jumped, this where I landed Played the cards that I was handed, I'm just tryin' to take advantage And anything you get handed, bet you I reprimand it Came through with the smooth flow And I'm a dog like Cujo, kudos Ain't gotta say the name, you know Red-and-blue Dodger, Häagen-Dazs I'm watchin' Dawson's Creek with a girl who got pretty teeth Man, my life right now is complete ...Until we run outta weed Gotta make a call to my bra for some trees Catchin' vibes with this girl, singin' Blood on the Leaves Rap game killa, I got blood on my sleeves See, I go where I want and I do what I please Have some faith in me, you can put your mind at ease I go with the Drew Brees, planting seeds only dealing with success Got a lot that I have done, but still I'm ready for what's next Young kids with an old soul, smoke bowls we write scrolls any time we get high And you think you fly? I think that that's a lie Could it be divine intervention? I'm in the kitchen flyin' through a place and time

(Scott Lee of the Whiskey River Boys) My eyes are gettin' heavy, I can't find the strength to stand Gaze in the mirror at this melancholy man Look what I've become, another unfortunate son Caught in the depths of desire We'll burn the bridges down and light the darkness you've found Melancholy man, stand your ground Melancholy man, stand your ground (AB-Life) I'm restless, emerging from a strange dream To stand in unfamiliar laditude, above and in-between I'm seeing that there's static in the atmosphere that hangs on every sentence Laced in corrugated steel and brecciated jasper pendants Felt a tension in the sense that I had lost my only purpose When the current pulled me under, I had barely skimmed the surface I got 99 problems with insufficient excuses And a pack of L&M's with 20 neatly-packaged nooses If it's bitter in the morning, I step where the grass is frosted With the will to walk a mile in your shoes if you're exhausted This is me without you, and it's not a matter of fault The city's burning while I'm turning to a pillar of salt You can see that I'm confined behind these purple-coated eyelids I've been talking to myself so long I couldn't hear the silence Now I'm something like graffiti on an abandoned factory wall And when all is said and done, I haven't said a thing at all...

Dr. Sherman: Slow and steady like a tortoise, with Poorpous Not nervous, with purpose These so-called wordsmiths can't serve us We curve stuff like spacetime fabric You heard it through the grapevine that we do magic With beat loops on magnets we be attractin' negative types with these positive vibes Draggin' the line, drawn in the dirt Stop for the time 'cause time don't work Shifting spaces, changing places, you might not know what it takes to make this journey Never gonna know where the Dr. Sherm be I got the gurney and I got the instruments And Imma let you know what your next prescription is... (Funk) Boiled down, never see me with a royal crown So just sit back and enjoy the sound, Dr. Sherm and AB hold it down Let the party get started, guard it from the hardships of starving artists Regardless, we got this process to abolish that polished nonsense Take another route, travel out Pass the backwoods That's good, ride around 'til you find a town for hiding out It's an Old West conquest tribal town Ghost town, no sound, my ghost song, it goes on My prologue is "Oh God!", written on the roads I rode on... Rode on... AB-Life: We define the answer you're seeking Speaking to the people that dream, but still sleeping The Dr. is in, you better drop the grin 'Cause it's the doctrine that we're preaching! Dr. Sherman: It's scripted somewhere To the rhythm of the drum, I hit the number that's listed under The sign that outlines the limits, I live it for the long haul's why I'm in it Give it up, up and down the map I left my mark and hearken back to the times I had to start from scratch And I'm feeling like I'm running from a shark attack I need a bigger boat That's rigged with rope, that's made from the threads of an overcoat Of an older man with a bolder plan And I got more flavor than a Folgers can I gotta hold your hand and walk you through This process that the doctor do I'm like Dr. Who, I'm time travelin' Might get hit quick with rhyme javelins Mind unraveling, calm me down Just passed through a zombie town, they're the walking dead I'm choppin' heads of a rabid dog that's not been fed My Cujo, he's by my side Vibe with the Triibe, we riding high I'm in the car, he's in the fur, sure of the purpose of the verbal cure North by Northwest, force my cortex Down to the valley where they torched the fortress of the native son, Since day one Sun rise in the East where the West was won If the rest was one, I might come back Until that day, I'm wipin' tracks like Danny Torrance in the maze Running from Jack in a drunken haze

AB-Life From point A, to point B, life's thickening madness is all that you'll see With the quickening realization that you are still asleep Navigating through a maze, no escape and no relief But believe that when darkness falls Hide the first-born, take blood and mark the walls I'm a phantom apparating through a telephone call Leave a ringing in your ear when I appear as a ghost at the end of the hall, but don't Get it confused, me and my whole crew roll through With an attitude that could stifle your life-force You better fight for it, let me ask you If you can't handle what we bringing, what you out in the night for We own that, wired like a watergate phone tap Ridin with the window cracked, the endo packed In fact, I leak steam to keep my mental intact Blowin' smoke from the gun that put a hole in my back Dr. Sherman I'm the general Sherman, and I'm certain I'm part Seminole, spit incredible verbs in Any kind of beat that be greeting me Speak frequently with mad decency I dip low, lower than you're ever gonna go And I'm clever with the flow Like the general go South with a foul mouth, spittin' these flames Burnin' down the village and it really ain't strange If you know your history, then it ain't no mystery Spit soliloquies, and I'm really silly with the beat You can feel it in your feet and you better get down Got the head nod bobbin' with the serious sound Gettin' curious now, like Curious George With the Furious Five, with serious force You can hear me of course, I'm the frequency source On the microphone, send me back home on a horse going North AB-Life: So if you're sick of the norm, follow me, I'll throw you right into the thick of the storm The blood'll trickle like a prick from a thorn, just know you were warned About the cataclysm that's of massive proportions about to form riot clan swarm, make it pop like a pocket of spores, I pour the poison in the dirt and terraform, I'm regretting to inform you of the circumstance And throw you in a permanent trance before you even get the chance to reform it's apparent that we carried the torch Into the battle zone, make your bones rattle in the catacomb Anti-matter chrome, shatterproof dome, I'd rather erratically take a stab at gravity compose a tragedy poem Is it a matter of life and death? No, but it matters that I'm making the most of what I'm given While I'm living half man and half ghost, got a mission and the wisdom , plot a vision Life's a prison I know Dr. Sherman Looking for answers in all the wrong faces A glimmer of hope stripped down to mere traces Hate gets no taste, grace has no place here Face-to-face with space but I'm... Burdened by burning ferns and two terms of Certain curtain germs who do yearn to Turn into a worm and go slurm down through these turban turns and move berms Bending 'round roundabouts, unfoldin' paths, sound it out I'm molding math, holding out two oily lamps That's pounded out of brass, you must move fast to cut glass Cut granite, just sand it down to the last bit Smash it on the marble and marvel The pieces are just teachers in our school

AB-Life: Slow down, no sound Lay your feet on solid ground Stay for what's in store To taste the wind that beats your door Mt. Analogue: Jellyfish-stapled skylines makes the filament stop and twitch I'll stitch the back side raptured fragment shifting framework starts to glitch And pierce the hydron-bubbled iron skies, symplectic poor to rich And if you swerve from rays of sun, I'll pull you swiftly from the ditch Finitively and slowly, moons move straight from East to West You'll clutch the shattered breath, an equinox escaping from your chest Amoebas split and force the cross-grained images Transient from the womb Life and death become emission points From cradles to the tombs Crimson veins, they lift the skin to blooming pillars of transient light The sharpened edge of space decreases Crescent beams engulf the night This feels open to tombs and crypts, cerebral straight from head to toe I wipe the dust and taste the water as it trickles from the snow Brine, it was beneath us as we fall from shore to shore The crippled locks begin to dwindle as the roof becomes the floor Modest misconceptions of the streaming beams at hand Await the call to live on dark sides of a washed-out, cratered land