First take Fine line between the 3 and a dinner plate Take a while later for you to calculate I acclimate it Feels like you frustrated I fuel the feedback loop to demonstrate it Never needed opinions All I need is my own, I’m writing based off a feeling That’s the way to punch a hole through the glass ceiling I’m Scottie B on the boards, stealing I’m Luka with a deck of cards with the way I been dealing I’m sampling until I find meaning Calling the game how I see it, I’m talking bout MCing Court could use a good cleaning That’s a figure of speech Guess I should mind that my words are another extension of my reach I don’t teach, I give perspective on why I do what I do But you gotta do you Or you’ll never break through That’s how it is Gotta learn to use what you got when you in the biz Another day of trying No prying against the skids Gotta make sure you wipe your shoes Don’t be slippin like Harden I don’t need clips to know the game is trash I sit back and kick it, know when to drive and make the pass I could never go past it Keep it real when I cast it Could be Jeff the way I outlast it Surviving with this music, that’s a heavy bar But I ain’t tied to it like the way y’all are, that’s a holy guard I’m never on par, I rise above That’s the first take so far

It’s the Benchwarmer Rhymes hot like fresh-to-order Like someone pass the recorder Lemme play Hot Cross Buns real quick I drop a shot every time the clock go tick Wrote this on my phone, no cigs, never touched a Bic This straight from the heart like a clot did On a enemy, clog then drop dead, a giant like Coughlin Hit the post more than Instagram followers kid Never thought I’d reference that Cause I thought Facebook Messenger was where it’s at 2013, listening to Childish Gambi Played the drums, wrote pop songs, still had hoop dreams But it was all for naught Bit of height and a jumper is all I got Could hit that line with a dot, but I knew chemistry was not for me I was end of the pine, both in class and the team But when I got up off it, had MJ handles, foes hit the Smooth Criminal lean I hit the 2K green Only one way to do this Swear if the moral’s true, that we gotta stay committed Cause the city on the hill can’t be hidden son How we get ourselves outta this one? Great question I best stop looking for answers and get to stepping Only way to break the streak is to keep shootin No problem losing a game or two, it ain’t death, it’s just the skin bruisin I guess that that’s the real motive Cause I don’t wanna be stagnant if things don’t keep flowing Don’t plan to be all-knowing, no man can be omnipotent But in pursuit of it, I’ll keep myself afloat for the moment I’ll repetitiously kill it until I boost my reputation And I’ll make the morning news the way I relay information Til my soul drops, matter fact the heart stops With a single sentence, the syllables punctuate the ending of a life So I gotta keep my focus right and learn to stay present You can have the heart of kings but the life of a peasant It’s not what you have to say but how you said it Put money on the one with the strong voice, yeah, I bet it Mic check one two one two It’s the man Joe Proulx breaking out real soon Man, you said you a star? I’ll kick you straight to the moon with The way I kick it, grab the guitar and play a few tunes The way I stick it, you think I brought a bat to the booth The way I hit it, you’d think the beats were scared out their boots Okay I did it, massage out the knots, this is therapy The way I bear it, the soul is the only thing to see

FAST BREAK Man I been tryna break out but now all that I need is a fast break Man all of this tension can get released soon as ya beats make the ground shake Uh, call and response (call and response) Making it rock, uhhhhhhh Ink made a blot (ink made a blot) My flow break the clot Plot in the game, write my name If you down with the same Piece of mind I explain This is work with no gain Feel the glass in this pain Blood and sweat with no stain Words and shots how I train Showing off is disdainful I do this for my spirit Doesn’t matter if you hear it Checkin on samples, don’t clear it Make a ruckus with your vision til they fear it Couldn’t care less bout my appearance You can find my wardrobe in the clearance Rack, bounce back, make ‘em crack Bones and marrow Flow with the rock be like bow and arrow Straight and narrow Stank face on y’all look like Rob De Niro I’m a weirdo But I ain’t rappin on tracks like Ben Shapiro Idiot Seriously thought he was kidding But no fippin HALF COURT Wake me up when the doorbell rings Only say it cause I sleep on those who don’t follow up on things I mourn the regret that talent brings I say my summer was hot enough to make the kettle sing No kings when you checking anybody standing on the wings She my queen? Ding ding ding, that’s a win for the misguided Was violent as a kid, but now I fight to raise the eyelids Wake up, there’s people dying in Thailand I wonder if you even know what a crime is I’m civil if I know what the time is Calling Wooten over Primus What did I pay for feelings? Seems priceless Didn’t ask to be decisive, just asked to stop crying At night awake, every light blinding Weekends disjointed as hell But I still keep to the two step All hold on the rouse Tripping off on the new shit Y’all think it’s true That’s a noose though No deal, please; think of Pluto When you feel abandoned Just know there’s endless space to move slow Keep your head down cause the groove low Never got by on looks alone, shouts to Trudeau Don’t play the heat if you can’t take it Got MJ handles, they leaning like the Matrix Man, these rappers bandwagon like the Lakers LeBron pulling strings on fools like he Mayer Miss me with that Insta I’m gonna end careers then I’ll never mention ya Got no dirt on me, it’s just staining ya Got no lines, so I must be painting ya All these people think my music alien Yo, you just mad my music Mastiff when you Pomeranian Missed the dunk, man, you shoulda laid it in Missed the outline, so Imma shade it in Never miss the beat like Kaiser Chiefs Kansas City would be proud I’m tryin to vibe but the deaf keep complaining that I play my music loud Blast this shit til they come full circle I’m on a run, make y’all jump like you running hurdles Vibe is so myrtle, convo is internal Steady working On my convertible cause the roof got ripped off in a car chase I guess that’s what happen when you constantly living out the visions in your head space I gotta keep it face to face I would never tell my pace to haste Copy my moves over again like Imma bout to paste it Adjacent from others, word to all my brothers down south Lifting wheels soon, y’all goin see what I’m all about Sick of all these people blocking my shine Spine strong, straight stance when I drop dimes on ya California dreams are worthless if you only care bout the surface

I don’t speak my mind as much as I should So now’s my time and the beat is therapy? Understood My only hope is when I swing; that the ball hit wood And I hope I hit the stank like only George Duke could Listen, the ones who make mistakes are the truest of human beings And when they reach the top, that’s the truest beauty you’ve ever seen Cause those individual’s heights are never compared Those who live on upper floors often started under the stairs You’re a wizard, yeah, I doubt the drum sticks carry spells But when they hit the skin with a rhythm, I feel that my soul distills More than pills or my will could ever ever settle Life will come around, a flat circle, a wheel that I can pedal My soles flat to the metal, another ride through these streets I’ll never leave unless I can save me from these fallen trees Fallacies I’ve found; I dodge with the Skip and bound And grab the mic cause there’s no lies abound when I’m around It’s Joe P My only hope is when I swing; that the ball hit wood And I hope I hit the stank like only George Duke could Grew up on Eminem but I ain't got the wordplay Or the beats like Ye, or the swag like Andre These rappers lie every album cycle like subscription service I bitch and moan and ponder why I'm feeling so nervous if x marks the spot than the x must be silent Like Joe's last name, I can see the ultraviolet Like a mantis shrimp, my bars powered by speeds of light When I spit, I flashbang cause all you see is white I am rap's Costanza, hip hop's Peter Griffin Turns out all they needed was the introvert that's missing I'm like Macklemore but mixed, I'm like Kendrick with no talent I gotta snub the grammy, there needs to be a balance All these rich fucks get fucked, I’m calling out your bluff Talking smack about mama, Imma smack you up Funny enough, my ma ain't give a shit, but I do Save your bullshit for when you exit my room

Can’t quit looking at me, that’s a tough walk Are you fellas all ready for the pep talk? Work smarter, still work harder I’m locking up the whole gym like I’m Coach Carter Keep myself underground so y’all can see when I’m peaking One true version of myself and it’s speaking Take the shot and they weaken Fake is every day you think you stand alone or you tweaking When you just need to breathe in Then you sow what you reapin I mix the hesi with the in-n-out, they think that I’m creepin Man, open your eyes up And make sure your mouth shut when you talking out your ass Every game that pass, I revitalize the lessons of past I just go And I fall into the blessing of the present And I’m grateful for the highs and all the lows cause Heaven sent it And if I ever forget it, I won’t remember where my breath went I give praise to God above, best believe that I meant it Now before I was venting, now I’m keeping things scented Gotta keep my message clean so suits and ties recommend it And if they don’t, then they probably never will I’ll do my thing on wax no matter if it’s paying the bills It ain’t that serious, please put ya guns away Shots fired unnecessarily when game is at play Shooting right to the sun, the temperature’s getting high They had us in the first half, not gonna lie But you gotta take your shots in the flow of the game Your shot goin come, just be patient and you’ll catch the flame See those guys overshooting, they goin mistake you as lame They forcing, but you flowing, man, these shots ain’t the same Remember the shots after the chorus, check ya tone Get your shots up like patron I take a photoshoot without the phone No dunks or 3’s, in the mid-range, I think now I’m in my zone When I shoot my shot, they don’t make a sound But that’s okay cause y’all got ya trash talk in this morning at the shoot around Don’t be scared if that girl shoot you down You still moving, you got so many more shots in your life, so keep shooting And keep staying true to yourself, oh, that’s the truth man

Halftime will be that good time you’ve been waiting for So stop complaining bout the way it’s gone You got a fresh start coming up So it’s time to pregame and run it up until you ain’t really remember much Cause you need a new perspective Everybody in the future don’t think bout direction Or what life really means, that’s a common misconception They just got where they are trying to relieve inner tension Cause they been storing emotional pensions Man, it just kept expanding No more coping with these mechanics and get rich quick schemes No camaraderie, just 8 billion 1 person teams Tryna find a couple more memes, please Oh my god, don’t get the joke, just leave A generation of kids with no motive to get it by any means Fame is worthless, finding that out can be costly Man, we tryna get green, no envy Rockstars invest stocks, no MCs Tryna increase plant life, don’t cut trees Learned that in middle school We got the plan for progression and the world’s got the tools Go ahead and hop in, no infinity pools I got the ultimate way to keep cool, it’s in you No more engine revving, y’all got something to prove I’m screeching the Civic like a baboon Blasting the new tunes waiting for you to get in tune, come on dude Now cruise Halftime brought to you by changing moods

Wake up, Shamgod, don’t cross me Jumper deadly, so you best back off me Seven seconds, Steve Nash, D’Antoni Run the game like a fast break, no Amare It’s the rap game maverick Off the top, rock it out, slay em with the right grip Flow, cadence is spur of the moment, sounds fresh Got the jazz in the feel, you can see it in the flesh I always been a trail blazer, never need to stop You can clip me from the past, look like Rick Barry with the granny shot But I always brought thunder in the paint Never been a saint, but I bring it like a king, never quaint You can catch me by the lake with the sun on my face Yelling Kobe from the sidelines, trying to catch some rays Keep an eye out for the wolves, they been plotting on my place Y’all be flocking like some pelicans, please, I need my space I’ll be coming out the bush like a grizzly soon I been speaking what I’m feelin, lend an ear to the tune Got the heart of a warrior, but my soul a golden nugget man And you can never be me, I’m one in 8 billion It’s the Winnipeg rap cavalier Got it good with the words, gotta heat it up in here Got the magic touch, no bull in these lines No MJ postgame, but crossed him like I’m Allen I Y’all know now that I’m 7; he 6 Doing this til I’m 89, pacing over these kids Doing the grapevine, shots are blazing nets with the swish Back in the Nick of time, tearing all these beats into shreds Like a lyrical raptor, gonna outwork these actors Talking shit they never done, gonna buck em right after This verse, cause I punch in right on time like a piston Brother this the new mission, I’m the wizard they missing Cast a spell, then they hissing, y’all hornets in the trap Gonna hawk em like the Claw, like a Fox in the gap Til one day I sit back and unwind Everyone’s face looking Celtic green while my real ones at my side

My God, it’s been a cold week Feelin like I’m the only hope I got, feel like Kenobi Everybody got a reason why they think they should control me Why I feel the need to be defensive with no goalie My reaction moldy I threw myself out then put some oldies on Cause I just wanna slip away, don’t need your drama Only reason I’m still wholly involved with music is for me Evens out the edges Talks me off the ledges Trims the metaphorical hedges That shit was wack But I said it cause in the moment I wrote it, I had to laugh I wanna do what gives me life, pride taken in that In which I create and display; as a matter of fact I keep it light, but still find depth in expression A map to track my progression I lack that kind of professional tact to slave over a sample chop for hours Still my shit the lightning in the bottle that’ll never grow dour Unlimited power, that’s what you get in speaking truth That’s why at the studio, I stopped singing in the booth Behind the board is where I feel most connected to what I’m venting Connecting to the music through my penmanship Discretion advised Editing’s crucial, but I won’t write here just to lie Only way I have conviction is saying what I see through my eyes Hear the tears I cry This shit is wavy, the blues ain’t dye They in my genes and cords That’s how I wield the sword The outcome’s up in arms Am I the only one that shields before he finds his mark? Every bar is a cover-up, like I’m hiding meals, coming a la carte Part the curtains like waves, let me know when they verses start All I see is empty calories, gimme something tart Something to cleanse the pallet, now appreciate the art I swear my heart is in it Funny that when your pain is melodic, it’s considered exquisite Chemical imbalance is enough to make your heart pound But they don’t realize you’re at rock bottom until you hit the ground They gonna need my discretion to rhyme Came from nickel and dime Pain trickle over my simplest lines Thoughts bubble out of minds You gonna need a whole Hubble The comeback kid got his name cemented and indented , It’s no space in this game for ya Grew up on EBT You type the struggle through ChatGPT I’m AI with the cross up Hischier with the stick Moving like a young vet bruh, the gig is up Flow hotter than H E double fucking hockey pucks Probably gaslight a river ‘til they turn to the aquaduct Play with my cards, aim for stars, don’t call it luck Dante’s inferno in my pen, I’m eternal; and ascend, Handle the pen, writing since I was ten Mike Tyson when the pen striking Ight then They treat my lyrics like scriptures, Biblical flow God with a temper is how I’m gonna remembered, whoa We keep on racing, there’s no need to keep pace Man, I been feeling every word like there’s chalk on the pavement When you get stuck up Mercenaries need to step up, they move illegal brah I don’t need to hit hardwood to know where the picks are Make sure feet stuck like pine tar Take care of business, toss the keys to the car Please get my steak cooked with a nice char Imma chop this beef real quick Y’all hiding the truth like front page news did Facts shouldn’t be behind a wall Make your call, can’t run game without the ball Don’t think you notice that you’re destined to free fall Without awareness Need to know the difference between letting things flow and careless Running with the ones I’ve been with since we had bare chests When rhymes really hit, it leave the room chairless And everyone garish til they meet they ends And everyone won’t say what side they on, they say “it depends” And I know it’ll come down to a point when things stop making sense But I can clear the air I been with the pen Messaging been off the fence I’m like “where’s the texts?” Flying underwater like a sponge did Like I’m under the radar so better come quick Doing my best so y’all can see this flawless Flow come together like ham Swiss on a bun Toasted, y’all cadence sound ham-fisted Look close, you can see the spit glisten I keep punching cause I never been a fan of missing Guess that’s what happens you and your passion antithesis distant

I remember when I watched b-ball for the first time 06’ Chris Bosh on the grind Adored the pageantry, so much it made me mad at me For not knowing it sooner, my chips coulda been bluer So I got to it, shooting in the gym after school In the driveway, only time to stop was getting food Home alone for the day? Just ballin and Mr Noodles Caught up in the game, but I knew I never looked cool though T Dot is the home 19’ got the chrome Always feel that pull To get home All those years watching, never thought we’d get the chip DeRozan and Lowry cool, but never found the dip Until one da, made the trade that set the pieces into place Suddenly we had a chance, the Klaw became the face Of a group on a mission, for a while I didn’t believe Then I saw a series won by a shot over Embiid And then on, the rest of it was all history Y’all ain’t realize what this meant for the fans, what it meant for me That sealed the fate I had to be in the city that hosted the greats Thought one day, one day, I’ll get to see my boys in the flesh Getting to go with your best friend, as good as it gets Roll up to the airport, keep it real I be rolling through security, no time to steal Just waiting for the moment and get the feel A lifetime of watching, now I’m in the arena where legends were made Getting to see the champs in person, man I’ll never be the same Y’all can call me the Dollar Tree Vanvleet Spent too many nights with a ball, sneakers on concrete Putting in work, never led me to a profession But this sport was the bearer of valuable lessons I’ll always remember to go hard no matter the score I respect the game of others, in the courts or on tour Hit the 3 and 1, man, that’s four to the floor Y’all changed my trajectory every time I hit record T Dot

Feelin like a sea bear the way I’m wading through these problems Muscle through the pain, yeah, that’s how I’m goin solve ‘em Wait, hold up Another day in the wasteland waiting for frost to float up Never does, never will, it kills, the will, it folds up Never been uninspiring Brain jostles its wiring and starts to load up Another drive to a small town with no lights on the corner No reason for pity like a starving Trump supporter trying to get across the border Back track that, tryna build my listeners up, brick and mortar But we set out, shovelling the snow outside our house Waiting for the Lord to turn the world around I’m taking the weight of it pound for pound Think I’m down for the count Even if the boulder never budges, it was worth it to fight the bout But while my heart is in the north, my talents are heading south At least that’s how I feel about it No recognition from peers in isolation can fill your doubt Never mind the acts of tyranny that make the walls come down Cave inside of my heart where my feelings were, wow Can’t hold the walls up without strength in myself Never undervalue my worth against the weight of my wealth The way I weave words, you’d think the vowels were felt The consonants are the thread, my passion tightens the belt I’m a day one fan with my heart on my sleeve I’m a cold blood shooter end of clock down 3 I’m that 12 year old boy in the shrubs, felt like a tree I’mma put away the game til those texts go green I’m most famous for the work that always goes unseen Rule tracks with iron fists, punching holes through beams I’m my own dream team, see me working the seams My vibe is handmade, no frozen food in the genes No salt in the wound, know that I’m skipping the gout Clock triple digits, know this shit was a rout Cards are all down, know I’m punching you out And when you fall, get back up again