Malik

Nicky

Hihache

Dr Beezar

Conga

A.i.e. A Mwana

Baby Don't Sleep

What the fuck is you thinkin'. Better yet where the fuck is you goin'?. Get back to no star mappin'. Out here nobody knowin'. Time flyin' and you figured.

Fat Fingers

[Intro]. Donald, Donald. You'll never have dinner with the president. You'll never have dinner with the president. You'll never have dinner with the president.

Long Way Away (instrumental)

It's a long way away. It's a long way away. And I'm all alone. Along, along a long way. . There's no use in crying. No reason to wait. (Long way away).

Long Way Away (intro)

It's a long way away. It's a long way away. And I'm all alone. Along, along a long way. . There's no use in crying. No reason to wait. (Long way away).

Interlude 01 (freestyle) [explicit]

The enemy, called the first shot on the first ship to be. Free from your trade, I'm a traitor, so be. If you took all you have and flew off to where no one could see.

Interlude 02 (numbers)

Foxtrot, Uniform, Whiskey, Romeo. Whiskey, Charlie, Oscar, X-Ray. Echo, India, Uniform. [Beep]. Delta, Lima, Quebec, Foxtrot. Echo, India, Quebec, India.

Air 'em Out [explicit]

(Ride on, ride on, ride on). (Ride on, ride on, ride on). (Ride on, ride on, ride on). (Ride on, ride on, ride on). (Ride on, ride on, ride on). (Ride on, ride on, ride on).

All Black [explicit]

Warning: mothership reporting. Cargo number 2331 has commandeered the vessel. Warning: mothership reporting. Cargo number 2331 is armed and he is dangerous.

Work Work

Holler out your city if you ride for it. Let em know why you die for it. Same reason all these riders get high so it's. All medicinal now what you wanna buy, homie?.

Taking Off

Ski mask on with a burner cell phone. Desert Eagle 50 cal. imprint on the backbone. This one is not to be tested. Unless you got Smith and Wesson. Quick at your disposal if not.

Tonight

It's Clipping bitch. . Turnt than a motherfucker. Bought that ho a shot cause you wanna cuff her. All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin'. But they spot is 'bout to close.

Intro

Ghosts on the avenue were talking to theyselves. Somebody been selling them dreams again. Breathe again, the breeze is full of trees again. The beast buried under the streets is 'bout to.

True Believer

Gods. Flesh is hanging in sun. Purple sky and this war. Women shooting their guns. Men protecting their shores. Running red as these ships. Made for cargo and death.

Wake Up

The chance that he ever reaches any place. Suitable to support life in his lifetime's pretty low. (Get low) Pretty low, (Get low) pretty low, (Get low) pretty low (Get low).