Wheelchair by Keith P. Jones Da name and da game da same before they notice the poet is flow is so inconclusive and rhythm seduce you cool and heat like super fly incineratin 5 mics a’ight gave da ignition go ahead we here to add grooves to nods of head lightweight not da classification vocal lead spitta of hip hop soul as foretold by da reaction from each row from Jersey to mo dat cp wordsmithah tap ya essence wit da verbalized ether they finally caught a hint of or whiff of he who epitomizes audible sensuality in actuality the grand finally of lyrical banality mortals enter combat its fatality shift reality wit da truth serum poof burn dem we i turn dem critics into crickets a new set dealt wit da same deck award winner on ya mark set Quixotic responses invoke new rules and framework insane work da main work always put in set to a rhythm essential wit them paired up frauds squared up no shared credit rare first time edits i lets it be what’s it gon morph into da soulful feeling shoots through you who you not sure u familiar to me home slice ah I remember now u dat cat dat Physical representation does not seem for u to equate us wit definitive no chokehold or headlocks just grown man ish and beats dat knocks heat no stop me one of the hip og spittah here fo flows and fun shows and fund baby cum on we been on play da cut station we on er continent er nation my soulful reach is fo souls to reach they peak act on it cause talk is cheap Yup it’s fez again yes we bees dat dem hit ya right wit da feel right chase wit dats nice heated wit a chill of ice delivery oh right funky from go dat vibe fo ya soul ah right I’m so not supposed to be this dope and dis type of fuk ya perceptions yup da skill sets a feta complee to any emcee speaks freely i do politician of da crew no small talk here run a global framework from a wheelchair we clearly are not the same ya play I change the game no question how we got it done nah black fall back two paces we need a few spaces for da newly converted and ain’t fully heard it so I burned dem with da sermon from my bully pulpit ya lifted ah now ya get it ah now ya wit it da soul toucha lets get it

ThinkOvU by Keith P. Jones Again in da way back wild in days way back da part you and me we played dat and made dat our own our home just us out here actin grown let em know we doin all on our own blunts and brews no curfews a few eff yous but da best bust yet flip over dis comin next still best but a slow creep of stress what’s up wit da no not now ish feelin shiftin ya friends whisper this ain’t rockin da same like it used to u refused to speak now for a week now da word on da street now ya back on ya creep ish wow caint say I’m shocked who ya think first on da block me da OG couldn’t take da ew he got cp see dats cool baby wish ya da best baby nothing less baby I had hopes dat just maybe ya were different They call me walking origami as soon as they see how I be now dis how we maneuver none near smoova than team us we us in da chase for life like we envision tryin to get to the life we envision my hope and wishes keeping food on dishes drips of sweat and deep kisses the dope sound of calling ya mrs. gamechnger private eco-friendly jets in hangers palm trees relaxed at ease swimming in inner peace but sumtin’ must of happened on the way to there ya given zero fucks and less cares guess dats fair or da fare for da ride still sending ya da positive vibes so imma slide on spark dis and glide on down da line it goes to show sometime a good soul is hard to find welp maybe baby better luck next time I had hopes dat just maybe ya were different Rolling up plus a red cup doordash reminiscing about shell toes and jordache da sweetness of silly giggles and sexy glance dat it on get on til days break let em steam on dey feelins we in our feelins of us against them had no hint dat dis was it new attitude who dis we conquering da globe when did get so old and da heat turned cold and now I gotta go oh ok well I play villain in ya tale no raised voices over already made choices I keeps it movin love you bid you eternal joy and happiness actually its quite as suspected and executed to perfection charted new course same destination just a slightly different direction welp maybe better luck next time I had hopes dat just maybe ya were different

SoooHipHop by Keith P. Jones and Toni Hickman And to go like this ayyyy! I'm still hip hop. I’m still hip hop baby And to go like this ayyyy! I’m still hip hop. Seasons come and seasons go. There is one thing that I know now. If you take a good listen, do some reminiscing way past La Rock. We had Gil Scott before. Everybody was gangsta busting shots. Rap battles happened with breath and beat box Fat boys. Was that Dougie Fresh? Was that slick? Rick was fly with the eye patch and cap. Then they started saying, can't sing with rap. But Mc Shannon was the master of that. Like, girl, why? You have to leave me this way? Or ll cool j check, check out my melody. Rap is way bigger than the box you were selling. Hip hop is in everything - TH And to go like this ayyyy! I'm still hip hop. I’m still hip hop baby And to go like this ayyyy! I’m still hip hop. 400 watts from da boombox 16 d mutha fukah d make da bass knock whole crews rock routines on the block I mean battles on mics wit rhymes wit backspins on cardboard boxes back then ya had to hold ya own ask them I’m known low key in da bean its three stripes bounce to jersey tri-state up an down the turn pike burned mics timbos plus blunts to light cause dis hip hop thang won’t last right ol skool new skool sippin on dat tippin on dat harassed for banging dat fuk da police remember dat uncle Luke and mix a lot my mind playin tricks da crossover was the take over the culture industrialized now commercialized when it wasn’t supposed to survive - KJ Seasons come and seasons go. - TH They go, y'all, - TH There is one thing that I know - TH what You know - KJ Rap is global. Watch it grow. TH Watch it grow. Watch it grow. Huh? - KJ Forever we won’t stop I love hip hop - TH 
wit only 8 bars I’m immortalized as global anthem yup we stamped em da soul touch mic check one two dis one fo da whole crew dont forget who da true flame keepers and artisans of dis art and culture fam try to overstand speak from solid ground they talkin shit from shifting sands - KJ And to go like this ayyyy! I'm still hip hop. I’m still hip hop baby And to go like this ayyyy! I’m still hip hop.

GotEmGoinCrazy by Keith P. Jones Hit ya core wit funk nuances chumps choked up wit trauma responses envokin sayonces to cover they nonsense hopin that beyond this is shit da is forgiving and calming no main I’m harmin any and all that start wit me ya get me we artists not content creators the content we create leaves craters on continents yeah souls connection is cosmic and of course we honestly bomb dis like entrenched invaders turning they asses to vapors the whole goal of the caper smash sets gets mommies and stack paper so da seeds can worry not later fez hon gets it done unlike anyone any others like me likely none ain’t cocky confident exacerbates irritation in them fakes and frauds yeah all y’all get ‘em goin crazy like Part of tres jefes flambé da groove ese counter puncher aka toche flows is water boy real Crip Bobby Bouche vous le vous couche ya know da rest fuck ya tough say it wit ya whole chest yep me f e flame thrower still underrated gives no fuks home slice we got bigger fish to fry a taste ya screaming I kissed the sky damn right I’m sly and stealth fly wit why I insist to stitch sick ish to spit da sho get even dem up souls first wit a whole verse so full they burst in pure rhythmic ecstasy guilty me 100 ya need it and want it wit da yoooo all on it cause dats hard to get why we charge fo da whole set get ‘em crazy like Over looking da end where it began with my men’s and us writing that forever documented how we constantly represented and still wit roots at Columbus and west canton corridor verb worrier ya know da name fez dat I since go hit those vibrational tempos seep in through da ear and ya temple so complex it’s simple faith in da real provider element in all five sense proficient and prolific wicked in like yeah caint help but to bop to it diz they not notify ya dat dis dude’ll fry ya tossed in deep frier auditory fish grease yup dat dis oft refer as oh shit took a bit huh cool wit it still move as if it’s not noticeable how dis is so quotable yeah use to ‘em goin crazy like

Reality by Keith P. Jones They say I dream too much dat I seen too much self esteem too much while reinforcing my life don’t mean as much me existin is seen as luck while they scream I puff they scheme and so what I believes enough gots to keep on moving ups while dodging the multi what da fucks cause of my struts da melanin touch da get em amped up and stand up bout deez been pressed cause me not stress yup but any moment life change won’t it all in a blink haters on it like the own it tell em right tho dem won’t doe so for does in da back row acts yo y’all better ask yo nah never mind bro cause it all flows of energy so positive vibes only dat me homie shapin a reality off facts and blunt smoke but jelly bums pushin tales of unnecessary wild fantasies I am foundational understated sensational unique wit da verb throws dey heard and want mo’ dat what we here fo’ watch da truth show and from da heat they glow from da gate da roof blows who knows why they cling to rigid and stick wit and pissed cause I’m slick wit it get it implemented on bedrock cemented source of who invented mum on credit just work here puts in work here clear like disrespect shown reaction not expectin retraction so zen my action reality a mutha fukah add cp and color da level is a whole other da soul brother told ya its hard out in dis thing called tryin to breathe just once wanna do it in succession wit ease ya know drinks a cool breeze but jelly bums ya insist on pushin tales of fantasy Told ya from outset out to get da shit I’m posed to get da whole set collect deposits and respect cause truth in the stance proof of da man smooth as plus cool as yall cant image a human in this way display heat as speech man phased each cadence makes em even mo salted we exalted them path layers truth sayers and front line holders foot soldiers watch let me show ya how da unfukwitable is more than formidable in areas dats critical to peak operational functioning of conjunction description of life joy prescription watch we live it to da last exact conceivable nuance what me want in succession wit ease ya know drinks a cool breeze but jelly bums ya insist on pushin tales of fantasy

YewKno by Keith P. Jones Even wit New York Times headlines they still at da fuk fez jack he aint dat matter fact they tell da world and not me well I’ll be 436 hertz groove plain gotcha high fixating on da funk demonstration takin place as ya witnessing the latest of the status of him who be doin so ya can move wit it in synchronic vibrate da glow soul sonic huh iconic huh flex da skills bionic huh fancy seeing me here huh ironic thought da same thing but here’s da main thing me and hip hop its an us thing beats and flows for da these and those dat lookin fo some yeah dis dat yeah dis dat wit a dose l burnin red cup salute servin spitting get ya like ya receiving a sermon Peep da humanity dats lackin vanity yep does it quite handily metric measurements of da funks resonance wit da residence that’s present it quite evident I’m hot no secret just dishes heaps of dis needed for da game believe it we want all ya vibes to be pleasant dat da neighborly way every day we display why they say hallelujah when fez come true bruh sorry for da wait hater wanna cockblock done mastered dis than ya still in da starting blocks only one warnin shot a curtorsey I mean again we only preach what we practice so watch da slick shit before ya utter somethin dat gon get ya somethin dats gonna leave ya career slumped or heart restarts or somethin while we rooftops mai tais red eyes worry free good times now dats something Shift into third gear ya heard it here straight from da source we of course arrives wit groove movers dis smooth doer brings it to da global stage the sensei ie fez mamma how we gon get done game change like its me and mine more than mutuals in dis tactics diplomatic to brutal ya de colonized frauds left traumatized slow burn says I’m da randomize ha yup chomp chumps dat vandalize da art form and culture while we celebrate and elevate they sit and analyze gets it then realize he’s really a rarity I da soul toucha me intraquit pen stitcher be here fo mass rockin hot ish droppin yeah hip hop and me somethin dat happens organically bon suoi mon a mi ya know ya love me

Magnificent by Keith P. Jones Calm in da tensed cerebral palsy gives dem all pause see cause all parts of fez aint matched up to sum made up wait what dat who no I ya say ya see eye to eye wait what not wit I probably da most startling part is when da reality part hits ya hard and fa ya wafter thin hatin asses skatin on thin ice asses got dis all wrong headed sayin truth dats heavily edited claiming shit dat ya cant and aint credited but hey what I know bein on site like wait how dat go again ah I gotcha friend beware of who ya got watching ya friend runnin interference or cockblockin my friend that be life in da secluded limelight so right sho ya dat I write dat magnificent right I see da real brand new you goin through [all these funny changes] imaginin swapped places same results shiftin ya face is displaying animus in ya stated praises hol’ up no dap I see its vibe parasitic cause ya try slidin by wit da bullshit and by lyin hoping dat we won’t notice dat I’m here da real is black and dope is automatic manifested physically as muscularly spastic hence dat dramatic affect as a vocal aesthetic its greatness is reflexive it reflects dis er n each time my g the stay caught off guard by how da frame of deliverer of bars aint what they sketched up nah not by a long shot ignf’s is essential magnificent See how da pen reacts to da soul goin through [all these funny changes] when fez spark vocalized text localized effects on the hotness she wet I got dis yup we vibe like we meant to so yeah I present to you da next and new select and true soul toucha premium see I stays wit em dat don’t f a f o find ya confidence and responses turned hollow I gots zero tolerance’s for squishy fake hard bitches shatter like clay pigeons heat I stay given my best try to stay livin amongst the land of they hate me livin ha aint mad at ya just kinda like really what’s got ya so para noid damn home boy da funk is gonna stay wit long after fez leave da picture

LookUp by Keith P. Jones We was ride or die from get da crew we repped was never slept on except when the disability came up then them thangs came up wildfire type smoke flame up hangin tough in spite of how they might of framed our options we was dem cats dat gets it poppin us ain’t no stoppin tho they tryin they damnedest oh they at they maddest cause we survived all the falls and pits frauds and bullshit daily celebrated that we made it rats in da race can’t keep pace cause dat type thing caint relate babies rockin duplicates of our faces see ya at the same time same place hit me if ya late it bout to be on then da message on my phone ya gone damn How we doin da most started out close wit da plans and hopes life gets easy cause they out here actin greasy and dat greedy look in they irises suffering from the envy and hate viruses hating cause we are and always is fam no doubt and no need to speak what’s ever required al le carte specify er where we at we lit don’t get no truer than da blood thicker than almost caught dat night right damn near twin like livin the caint get no doper life da futures is ours to shape da worlds is ours to take served on diamond plate yeah cannot wait hit me later on a text from aunty ya gone damn Cali is calling us we bout to be ballin cuz I got you its all love proud dat ya pushed on through all da bullshit ya was put through yeah I remember back then how we was actin catching consequences from wild ass actin no cares we right back at it cryin and at da same time laughin at it ah them days was magic should’ve saved some so one day we could still have it all I know is when we blow it definitely on fo sho yeah I see ya path straightenin and ya soul elevatin we grinnin cause I see ya winning yeah we here considering where we was at da beginnin yup hit me later on moms looks me in my eyes to tell me you’re gone