[Verse 1: The Verbal Surgeon] It’s what I see, what I feel, what I live, what I breathe what I speak peep the proper speech, rather unique for me it’s very deep, at times I can’t always reach within it to win it, but this is part of me so how could I lose it back on it again, back at abusing; awfully abusive came to the conclusion, that I know myself best within this music passion with a purpose my vision’s what I’m pursuing more than often life will slow your movement failure is inconclusive, the mind is top rank I refuse to sink, blessed knowing it’s foolish to throw it away never, this is forever cherished when I blindly act careless, this is what helps repair it time tells all, I’m working remaining patient puffing vapor just touching thoughts to paper [Hook: Inkorrect] Days feel so long right now I keep on falling down, but I rise & no one knows just what I’m talking ‘bout maybe I’ve lost it now I think I’m fine [Verse 2: Inkorrect] Everytime the world’s weighing me down I smoke an eighth to the crown won’t waste time waitin’ around layin’ the groundwork; creating our sound the foundation we’re shaping it now a win never tasted so foul “we gon’ make it” he said, staring in the face of denial strange when you do meet reality how that bitch will kill you with a casual smile sit down for a while I’ve got a story to tell & the more that I dwell memories fade it’s my personal hell I ain’t always got a job, but oh well love is something you can’t purchase or sell forever chasing pavement & that’s word to Adele still a rambling man; Duane Allman, no guitar and no band, just me, a microphone, this hour glass full of sand, until the day I’m choked out by the clocks hands [Hook: Inkorrect] Days feel so long right now I keep on falling down, but I rise & no one knows just what I’m talking ‘bout maybe I’ve lost it now I think I’m fine

[Verse 1: The Verbal Surgeon] Seated back I relax to sounds of nature gaze upon the landscape reflect apply it to the paper walk a mile just to find my thoughts travel roads unmarked wonder if I’ll stumble upon or come across what I’m looking for, to find it seems impossible life’s a bitch full of obstacles, wide open my opticals I witness a lot of fake so I take it day by day & when stressed take the time to create inhale the potent living in this moment staring at assorted colored treetops embrace Autumn’s foliage breathe deep stay calm within this world of madness continue forth collect experience become established see through the static, don’t be blinded by the lavish until the casket I’m dying to make it happen [Verse 2: Inkorrect] Needle to wax & ink to parchment August night spun my cess on a park bench miss that city life sparked the L & took a stroll among the pretty lights a melody to fit the moment right walked down to the pier, watch the bridge ignite, fluorescent beams projected streams in crawling pairs head bobbing, controlled by the falling snare I walked from there how many blocks I was not aware finally I stopped to breathe on a bottom stair turned & gazed down the street to imagine it’s depth when compared to the blackness of death gotta step on the path home west no time for rest, homie life is a quest

[Verse 1: M dot Coop] Ready my levels i know my section on truly they ain’t fucking with my lexicon my mind centered like the bowl that I'm pissing on fedoras only, shorty phoned me like baby I'm lonely then ride it like she own me always had a way with words I'm what these beats deserve my shit crack like teeth to curbs gamble more than a little ain't nothing coincidental ain’t talking the music when I say moves is instrumental it's Coop Calloway Mr. Suede Elbows had lines since the hay day of shell-toes cold like gazpacho never fold like a taco the ROC know I got you I leave it hard to notice the flaws simply what it is when your man is involved [Hook: Coop] This is something to be captured the craft getting mastered take aim & go after ‘cause I always been a factor [Verse 2: Inkorrect] Shit ain’t never gonna change fuck it, bring the ruckus kick it like a musket when you buck it ’till I kick the bucket emcees steppin’ is suckas I hit the substance spinning records in the dungeon, quality - we never rushing collab for the trifecta boom bap professors rapping lectures back in Rochester came to wreck ya fucking up your sector, come correct or we’ll correct ya Inkorrect: resurrector of methods, the depth clever hip hop spread wherever, BK the epicenter we expand from that, Hulk shit this is gamma rap Bruce Banner pissed at these standard cats can’t handle facts ink dripped illuminates like candle wax; roll the cannon fat man you know the drill, smoke until we lose our motor skills show what’s real our only motive still [Hook: Coop] This is something to be captured the craft getting mastered take aim & go after ‘cause I always been a factor [Verse 3: The Verbal Surgeon] Three deadly gentlemen, ready to die for what we represent careful of who you’re claiming you’re better than sever your men, quit playing pretend look to the sky or phone a friend your savior recognizes I’m your end elevated bent like a drunk enraged spit thoughts my script the spark on the page to ignite the flame burn in the blaze indulge in various strains until I’m numb in the frame and stress no longer remains no hesitation I go get it, no materialism on this road to riches consumerism the sickness don’t get afflicted focus on my craft and paying new cities visits live from the 585 I love my people that’s why I supply knowledge fire shots at your cerebral crystal clear through the feedback working hard to feed my people you better believe that [Hook: Coop] This is something to be captured the craft getting mastered take aim & go after ‘cause I always been a factor

[Verse 1: The Verbal Surgeon] Welcome to America; a melting pot of culture where ignorance is bliss and they fear you if you are cultured & the general consensus of public matters not political agendas don’t benefit us within the plot it’s problematic the freedom we take for granted ignorance is a seed that’s been planted I can’t manage to be a part of a generation uneducated of these stolen lands and the lives that were taken to make it if there’s blood on the branches there’s blood on the roots that’s a reflection of reversible truth a conscious mind is what I portray to enlighten the jaded youth learn to exercise your rights or have ‘em taken from you comprehend this as truth and recognize the real take a step back in this battlefield gain perspective; the mind is either a tool or a prison I use what is written to escape the prism [Verse 2: Inkorrect] The shared mindset of killers broadcast from the steps under pillars ‘bout to wet this whole village, war vets can you feel us settle debts with artillery one through your chest shit I guess that’s a victory evidence submitted inadmissibly this is war editorialized, let the poor be advised hit the border, follow orders or die I’m more than obliged to send you to a gory demise turn children into orphans right before their own eyes we exploit the unimportance of lives; for a portion of pie & we might just have a coffin your size pure horror as we mortar the skies; true glory is lies follow history the foreseeing eye, they tell us “stand at attention” home of the rich & the land of their henchmen; grand intervention can’t wash off the blood that our hands have been drenched in lately I can hardly even manage the tension…