This a true statement: Don't ever act like you ever made it I only ride this beat to put rubber to the pavement Got 4 wheels dragging in the Civic, I'm basic Too much holding back, so it's time to make that lane switch Been writing verses, but I don't know where my pen go Can't remember where all these passions came in though Hit that smooth killer flow, bill her for the loss of dough Money ain't my focus, but y'all locusts to my talents so Pay me back soon because you oughta know it's overdue The day they doubted me, that's the day that they'll rue Instead of talking trash, I'm spitting clean til I'm through Cause I want to be understood, never misconstrued The only "ism" I say I'm with it to Is realism, I know dreams are lofty, man I always knew I'm coming through in the pocket Eye socket glued together and lock it, can't top it I never talk it, I only ever learned how to walk it So if I'm stomping on some toes, no offense be taken Unless we talking b-ball, then if I'm takin, I'm makin And if we talking fall sales, man, you know that I'm raking But never faking, cause I'm broke right now, but still dank Cause it feels wrong to only be real when you making bank So I'm working on my vocabulary to climb up the ranks Now I know the alphabet backwards, Kendrick, thanks From Zed to A, I'm sorry to say that there may be a delay due to too much decay in the rhythm of the bass in this beat for me to rip it but I rip it regardless, so y'all can't delete or discard this I hit 21 but I still ain't savage If I'm on the track, y'all might get outlandish But I'm in it for the vibes, I ain't looking to cash in man If you lookin for more fake patuaw, ya outta luck Cause I ain't some fake artist lookin to catch a buck I'm looking to make artists wanna grab onto my vibe But there's a difference between influences and just straight lying Personality and a story can go a long way And while Logic flopped Under Pressure, I got something to say Don't write songs as if you're trying to make a bumper sticker Write songs that inspire and put your heart in the picture I keep cool like I'm rocking flip-flops in August Keep a ring on my neck like my name Ed Monix Skip going Semi-Pro, man, I'll go for the majors Smoaking shots like Justin, but never denying my nature I'm an outsider now, but I'm looking to go in Cause my patience is running thin, I'll rip right through my skin Grab the passion within me and lay it on the line Cause the only way I'd stop is if God gave me a sign But for now, this is mine, even the verse off the rail But take no breaths, I'll kill any track before you exhale

I rap round the block like police tape Never did anything to screw up all yo soundscapes Never breathed those vapes, I turn water to vapor My lines never taper off, less I scoff at y’all capers Cause some of y’all wish you’d been born early, not later Since when was life’s point ever that to you, it should cater As if you’re a player and now we all just pieces Just to make you love life, man that ain’t in my thesis Cause I’m about my art, and this is how I get going I just start spitting and flowing, keep dropping seeds cause I’m sowing Keep making green cause I’m growing, yeah, I’m working two jobs Alleyoops off the lobs while the bass throbs, don’t wanna hear no sob story Unless it results in glory, but I already know I spit gold, this ain’t show, it’s the tip of where I could go I ain’t sing a single note, but y’all should know If I’m going in, I only know that I’m goin let it flow If it’s really where I should go I let it flow-ow-ow-ow I line these bars up right in a row I let it flow-ow-ow-ow And if that’s the way the winds blow I let it flow-ow-ow-ow And if I’ll never try to let it go I let it flow-ow-ow-ow Running track on these tracks with an Adidas backpack Like yo boy can attack, never lack or picking up slack Tic Tac Toe with my foes like I know X's and O's Wack rappers with no game plan, they be spitting sloppy flows Strike a pose before your time's up and all the stores goin close Cause If fame's what you strive for, you gonna end up alone But I'm ballin out, popping J's on the break like they pills Ain't no drug abuse, there’s just no use getting by paying bills Y'all love cheap thrills? I'm like see ya Got a new path to pave, I might go off the marina If you ain't ready yet, don't hit up the arena I'm not a leader Just a man with a voice but I ain't ever making any noise I try so hard, but I still find others laughing softly But all y’all be doubting and clowning, just get off me I rip beats calmly, man, can’t you see what we’ve done? The playing field’s level, but this game ain’t fun There’s kids that are trying to get famous off of rap But they don’t even care bout it, they just want some quick cash If the music don't serve you, then who's it servin? Once again, back on the track, feels like I'm still swerving

All this ice on the windows is blurring up my sight lines All these beats I'm making fresh getting chewed up like pork rinds Y'all know that I'm tired of this trash pop music at most Y'all know I'm money on the verse, like a drug, that prescription dos(age) Nugget in the river bank like Jokic Y'all should focus in on this following lines If there's only one man in the middle of the woods And he drops that dope track, did it even make a sound? Uhhhhhh, I don't know man, I ain't no philosopher But mastery of the craft is vital to weary followers People like short songs, I make them everyday Just like Kevin Hart singing Ariana Grande Happy Birthday, C'MON Artistry of the abstract hard to swallow Good news is I got appetite for that, that's the motto I never wallow in my pain, cause I know what the risk is My thoughts fix trains and shows what real tricks is My vocab denser than Dr. Dre mixes Throwing up shots, my 3's are turning into 6's Flowing like water, wicked while that sample simply hisses Y'all think you taking shots? They all just misses All y'all fake rappers, come take a seat Imma test y'all, don't wanna see no cheat sheet Don't diss the past, cause it created your future Y'all who be mumbling, stop leaning on your producer When you ripping a beat, you better keep it discreet You better keep on ya feet, tip toes stay high on the street Because ya boy an elite, hearing y'all try is a treat The tapes y'all drop I delete, y'all should know this is heat, it's a feat I repeat, yo offbeat, I keep it fresh, y'all reheat Keep trying to bring me down, Imma keep it upbeat I just upgraded, taking 1st place at the track meet I'm starting ahead, man, can't y'all see? They say that if you want it, you got it and so, I gotta get it If you don't believe me, just watch this flow, don't y'all know? It's the way that it is, that's the way that it be Y’all better wise up and start talking LP

Yesterday, I took a picture of myself Because it created a fixture Stuck in time and space, it was something to control Whilst done in the dumps, pick myself up to be sold Whilst done in the dumps, pick myself up to be sold As a version of myself that I never was or will be I feel the need to upgrade myself like I’m a skill tree But I’m a homosapien with primitive motivations Realizations of mine being too complicated I should focus on my dreams and believe in what’s been stated by my heroes and enemies for self-love is overrated I’m objectively flawed cause I’m not a perfect human I’m subjectively flawed cause I can only be myself I don’t wanna live for a life with a plastic personality Creating a web of lies that destroys binary realities Oh, now you want all parts of me? Well I would plead the fifth, but my residence is not of you But I’m accepting of the facts that proven to be true I will be constantly loved and hated no matter what Then how will the shelf of my flesh be anything but A holding place for recognition of accomplishments that I’ve earned Though these things are objective, they’re subjectively deserved Whilst down in the dumps, pick myself up to be sold But does anyone even care? I hope you do and if I can convince you to put value onto my life Then I might have done well My soul’s ready for sale Happiness OBO, delivery, pick up, or mail? Lucifer’s on my tail but I got angel’s wings And every song that I compose hangs into my ear, rings And makes a pleasing sound to my mind where fake Kings and queens enjoy my music written onto my heart But everything falls apart as soon as I lose track of the facts that never leave So then I reach back to retrieve Remember that in life, there’s always something to grieve So take time for your health, both your body and your mind Cause one affects the other and they’re both of the same kind This that conscious hip hop, but there’s always more to find And everyday in the grind, brighten the lines, constantly look for the sign Never been known to be kicking it, soulfully ripping a flow to a beat that too fine Simply being real, not sure bout ambition But everyday‘s a chance to take one step of the mission

The extroverted introvert Who silently ponders everything that doesn't matter until it hurts me Numbs me til I'm bored, drown my sorrows in piano chords I think this stuff's valuable But my mind's malleable It was only 6 years ago that I started to think for myself I considered my health and asked do I really value wealth and I said "Hell no", depends what I can get with it though Dropping projects faster than Roberto Osuna can throw This music flows out of me like streams I'm streaming Brockhampton and making yet another Milo meme Budding ornithologists are weary of tired analogies They flip birds at their salaries They eat Junior Chickens unashamed, counting calories But Imma be right here, writing all my own verses But don't worry, no curses, I never had uncertainties I'll be dedicating this album to my wife in the near future Cause I'm her suture And no one else do it smoother Don't hear those rumours Circulating like the blood stream Don't listen to them Cause they be hanging off the balance beam I'll be treating every word they say like a pipe dream I'm on the seam, that's right I'm in the cut, mhmm My flow extreme, oh yeah This ain't no rut And I'm trying to find a way to make my own vibe But everyone thinks that it's so damn easy to just be original Get original Just be original Be original Cut it Let's try this I remember taking deep walks in late May I remember ranking the works of Green Day I remember waking up happy every Saturday I remember making unintentional ashtrays out of clay I remember going outside when I wanted to play I remember loving skies blue and hating the grey I remember wanting to get older so I could live my life I remember I never wanted to leave life behind But the world slowly dying is a foreboding sign I'm lying in a basement made out of man-made memories I can't take this place along, all that's meant to me The beat stops prophetically, winding in and out of my heart beat but steadily Individuals of the future might hail me But I've never heard a single word, especially When the words of your past harshly dictate your walkway When I was a young boy, I remembered three paths One was the highway, two was the quota Three was the words of a man who taught me everything I know He told me to be good to every person that you meet But look out for yourself cause you're also in need He wouldn't always stay true or practice what he preached But I still try today to hold true to his speech I'm holding on to my life until it lets me go Just be the best man that I can as he said so I've experienced his anger, I know what he's been through I ain't been where he been to, but I seen his skin blue He's loved and he's lost of women that I've known He's abused yet loved me, been good and bad to my soul At the end of the day, what's the only thing I can say? He's my father He'll ask me those questions again (x2) Hey son, are you okay, son? Don't know what to say? Are you sure you're gonna stay, son? All these women, they run I always stay station (Nary) with the Winnipeg area from day one Never need to travel, unnecessary, son Tell me how you feel, son (x2) Do you know what's real, son? Lucked out on this deal, son Luckily for me, might not have to make a meal run Just let me know when the deal's done Now I just feel numb to all this-this-this I feel like I'm in ignorant bliss-bliss-bliss I feel like I'm numb to this-this-this I'd like to see if I swung and missed, dodged the kiss Told the people I love the truth back when it could've mattered But the past is unchangeable, lost and removed The present is a gift, but the future is the truth I feel like I never learned to put my life together I just learned general platitudes, nothing to weather the storms You know, the storms of adulthood You think that if you were in my shoes, you think you could? If so, man, I just doubt it I throw myself to the wind, remember the good times, and re-route it

This is the end of a decade I’ll be running on this til I get paid Or until you feel this, but neither come true, that’s okay I’m doing it for me, not my name sake I’ve been planning it out Making these songs but don’t hear nothing bout If this is the way that it is, then so be it, but for God and music, my life, I will dedicate But this part is hard, man I don’t wanna wait I gotta accept that this is my fate I bust through the lock and right out the gate There ain’t no more time left to contemplate Been getting my books up All these classes going, trying to read, but Feels like I’m stuck in a deep rut Like this routine is wearing out my creativity You know that these rappers don’t look at me They look adjacent man they don’t wanna see This cause the stuff that I’m cooking, it’s not just heat I’m gonna make sure this is hard to read Peeping my feed Y’all oughta know that I’m taking a lead I don’t slow down on the road to succeed But you can still eat all my dust if you need to This ain’t the test, it’s the read-through I’ve been rapping on beats that so clean dude All these rappers just might need a re-boot No dirty lies, just a clean truth I’m boxing y’all out like Hakeem do I’ll be rapping in studios real soon Still keeping it real, I’m making a steal, just make sure that you’re still the real you When you hear the beat knock When you hear the street rock When you hear the guns pop Make room for that real talk (x5) They say if you want it you got it So I gotta get it If you don't believe me, just watch this flow Lockin down the rhythm of the tempo into my body Just watch me grow Capable of getting anything I wanna have Just gotta make sure I have control My life could fly off the rails at any moment But I can't let up no more Peace and love, message of the Jehovah That's the only vision that I know of Feeling Michael Jackson, but wit no glove Jordan, Pippen, Paxson, Grant, that Bulls love Way way back to 1993 Cause I'm cool like that, Cypress Hill, no Kenny G Missed an opportunity to be in a time where rhyming was never weak It's the hip hop golden age but Imma turn the page Cause I keep updating to a bigger stage And while I love 2Pac, Dr. Dre and Rage I'll be watching Color TV with the Sugarhill Gang And it's truly a delight But paper keeps burning every time I write So I try to rap what's written on my heart Taping my ideas together before they fall apart Never doubt yourself out before the start Because the world will try to crush all your dreams I swear, your weaknesses ain't what they seem I'll fade like Jordan, but I'll hook em like Kareem

I like to think that I’m laid back Kicked up in the crib, that’s a fact Everybody know I’m laid back Yeah, I’m laid back, laid back, watch it stack Pop off the top like I just shot a BB These other rappers needy, all they lines got them looking seedy Man, I’m feeling greedy, I keep the shine on me You think I follow the herd, but Imma be a black sheep I’m running on this like the Prince of Persia School yard football, don’t blink or I’ll burn ya Throwing deep bombs like my name was Kurt Warner Brothers want me to go fly, but I hit them with the post corner Subvert the order and get rid of expectations Y’all want good vibes, but don’t leave room for elation This sound will open up your mind, just use some concentration Stop letting yourself get trapped, it’s all across the nation I’m sitting on the couch, half the time I feel like I’m waiting For what? I don’t know, something to challenge me, man, I’m just saying I don’t have no revenge to serve, but I’m still craving Something I can’t grab yet, but to beat y’all, I’m still racing They said this ain’t lit, so I flipped a couple switches They said I ain’t fly, so I copped a couple finches I told them don’t go for money and don’t strive for riches Cause y’all know that in the end, your life will be listless I don’t want you to miss this And don’t try to dismiss this Cause when I’m in the cut, y’all goin need stitches And I’m serving food for thought so y’all goin clean the dishes I don’t wanna get caught up in my depression Cause I’ll look back one day and know I had progression cause I used to pull up with the Fifth Avenue Now I got the blue Civic, still don’t even have a crew My grrl be looking at me saying “I can’t even handle you” Riding life with a saddle this last year, true enough All this noise in my ears got me handcuffed But I know that I got what it takes to always stand tough Jaywood and Willem, man, you know it’s all love I’m smiling wide now as I look to God above and I Thank him for my gifts and my blessings That’s why I’m always working hard, never resting I know I gotta be open to his lessons Cause I know that when I’m down, I shouldn’t be stressing Y’all want to know if I’m for real, well, I keep you guessing I’ll be a big star one day, naw, I’m just messin

I once failed a class to break a superstition I always feel like my life would be weird to statisticians Microphone cords are the greatest weakness of my life mission Connections missing, could be the end of a nondenominational Christian Musical phrases explode in my mind like nuclear fission Yet I can't find time to make a call, conversational friction I need to be the man I should be, so hard to break tradition Cut it off like incision, but feel like nobody heard the collision The car crash of my habit vs my intuition You think you get it, you got it wrong, it's no competition It's like my habit's drunk on the highway in winter conditions It ain't stopping for nobody until life or death decision But I know one day God's gonna give me a vision Cause I know that my flow is fine, but I got more to give in addition My general manager liked my work, so he gave out an extension Next time I'll be complete in my being without an intervention I’ve seen people fall from heights that seemed locked in position So I don’t wanna be another one that just failed to glisten Another flow switching, another soul wishing, another day passed with people using verbal ammunition But what do I know? Everyday seems the same Will I ever feel the truth? The words stay in my brain Another listless day of powder blue (x3) I guess I haven’t learned the things that are vital Like how to make burritos or how to get a free subscription to Tidal It doesn’t make sense, blaming us for the way we were raised Saying what we did was a phase, that’s where my innocence lays I just said “okay” until I could be alone again Because I’m the only one who can truly empathize my pain From stretching myself so thin that I can feel the muscles strain Nursing myself is a curse, I might just go insane Standing outside, the sunlight seems to feel like rain But I keep my head up cause I don’t want my life to be in vain The main problem’s in a different lane, unless you say my name Lame rappers sound the same, I’m breaking out, you looking tame I came out of my shell, that’s how it feels I know my money, car, woman, and look don’t make me real I won’t let these posers and chokers come and steal me Cause I’m bigger than their empty words, that ain’t the real me Don’t try to reel me in, I’m a new man Hitting 21 like a winner, as if that was the plan At least that’s how it seemed to you At least you called me to chat and never asked for the truth At least you never saw the scenes inside my head Cause it feels like I’m hanging in an invisible noose And it feels like quicksand is boiling beneath my feet like a kettle And it doesn’t matter til I fall in

Okay, it’s quiet now Totally out of the loop But it’s nitetime now, stretched out in the Coupe Rope-a-dope gets the scoop Flawless synergy on these beats, might put bad rappers out of they misery If we were on the pot, you might call this wizardry But this is a form of trickery, the flow gets slippery I’ll spit the same verse, but don’t call it a trilogy Depth of the words is perceived from the style of delivery Almost a form of liturgy, so it goes I’m from the 204, so I don’t run with my woes I don’t run for most of y’all, but only Markel knows The struggle to break out, but you going no place though Destined to be incredibly adequate Out of it, could not equip myself, mallows allowed to sit down with me Still extremely witty In my dreams, that’s a reoccurring theme, but I ain’t out for pity Seems to be a part of my psyche Never moving on without me Never going out when I seen that Cause I seen that everyday Ain’t no way they ain’t goin say nothing cause I’m hard to read War & Peace, on my Leo, my soul is neo My LSD’s amino, might be built into my ego I might pull up in a tuxedo in Tuxedo, damn I’m just walking right now, but it seems like everybody ran My dude You seem tense, like you never listened to Sixpence I never meant in my defence to make it hard to make sense of the pretence That’s a little bit complex But it only makes sense once it’s put into proper context I get frustrated but I’m never vexed I remember when homies only cared about Tech Decks And finding out that they’re next on the playground It might seem odd but I’m feeling nostalgic right now But that’s only cause it’s nitetime, I feel like no one can touch me Safe in my head, you can’t touch it, that’s what Imma keep Cause it’s nitetime now, man, what Imma say Man, it’s nitetime now, still waiting for day

I rap for the peace of mind, the strength of a silver lining I couldn’t care less about flow or cadence or rhyming Since all these words I spit could simply be a fallacy I choose to believe in having a purpose in an idealized reality A thought gone before it came never existed All these ideas are fleeting, but they ain’t the only thing I missed And if you see me on a bad day, know my wrist is never sloppy Because this life is too priceless to give away and I ain’t another copy Another copy of a man you already knew I speak these words because I know very well to be true Sometimes objective truths are worth being repeated I hope they’re never deleted Cause they’re often needed when you can’t believe in yourself We all know it’s a tall order You think you’re stuck in the middle, maybe you’re really at the border Everyone needs to appreciate what they have before they’re bored Sometimes I need to remember this music stuff started when I had to learn the recorder Hot Cross Buns Mary Had A Little Lamb, that stuff is laughable now But you gotta start somewhere and I’ll never know how I got from there to here because I don’t ever remember taking a vow to get here Sometimes you gotta look yourself in the mirror And say, “Hey man, I love you” and make sure the message is clear We all got demons and I’m exercising them with these bars I wish more rappers would do the same instead talking bout money and cars Cause I know there’s more ways to be And at the end of the day, I’m not showing you every part of me Because honestly there’s always sides you never goin see And til the end of my days, that’s how it’s still goin be I introduced myself too early You only ever knew that I’m nice and that my hair is curly Sometimes, I gotta hide that I’m somber These traditions ingrained with losing won’t help me no longer 67 Leafs, 90 Blue Bombers Ain’t been around long enough to see my teams prosper But LP’s going Red Lobster Lineup is stacked up like Golden State’s roster I go hard in the paint, Picasso Don’t call me a Kanye fan, I don’t know nothing about the Life of Pablo Wrote out this verse like it’s my major Been cutting it thin since my dad owned a razor I modulate the beat like a phaser Bring the chorus in, sounds like a laser I make these songs just to get something out of me A form of expression is needed, it’s the only way that I still be But sometimes I get nothing out of it Sometimes it feels like these thoughts are counterfeit Cause when you hearing this, of me, you only get one side I’m holding back to hold on to some sense of pride But in that sense, I’m not truthfully expressing But finding one’s self through a medium is a valuable lesson You might find my lines way too clean But the reality is you only get shades of me You only get shades of me Can’t walk the talk until God’s all you see You only get shades of me As if I was the rock and the world was the sea You get one side and one day, Imma fade away I know this fact too well, so Imma enjoy today I’ll do the best I can, but I’m only one man It ain’t in my plan to go against anything for which I stand You’re just mad because I have the upperhand I’m cruisin while you look like a Chevy in quicksand These are true vibes, no need to check your textbook I’m going off in a wasteland like my name might be Westbrook My lines never got took, I got no grammar I’ll take on anyone you got, call me Bruce Banner Don’t talk to me like I ain’t in your dayplanner Don’t look at me like I’m nothing but a broke ladder I flow so hot, I might cook your brain matter Serve it up fresh with some fries, call it the Rapper Platter Honestly, I’m better than the latter I shouldn’t be speaking this way, I’m a positive dude And honestly, I would never want to misconstrued as rude I’d never eat their empty thoughts as food And that’s the thing I feel like this music leaves us conflicted Not knowing where we’re going or why we even existed But I never missed it cause I saw it listed So if you wanna listen, listen close, you might get the gist of it This music’s too lit, but sometimes you miss the point Sometimes those officials of the king don’t know which head to anoint And I’m not looking to get a house in the Palisades All I’m saying is when there’s no more colour, we only got shades This concludes the Shades program. The following 9 tracks are a set of instrumentals for you to enjoy at your leisure. Enjoy and have a nice life.

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