Turn up the decibels my style is not digestible I listened to your mumma when she said to eat my vegetables call me Kamaji with the six fist incredible and now your face is looking like you went and got injectables That's your new look for the summer the doctor gave you everything you wasn't getting from your mumma your favourite artist is a copy of a copy every body look the same, we tired of looking at each other Now Nas said that sleep is the cousin of death but I've been grinding my teeth and making moves when I slumber yeah I'm a lethal weapon like Gibson and Danny Glover and nothing is out of reach when I'm stacking up the numbers Sometimes I think about the great unknown and what the future look like, I wonder if we're alone I gotta use that A.I. to create myself a clone the disclaimer on my album said do not try this at home No force can stop me I could bring the jungle to your world like Jumanji might flex feeling cocky I've been making moves underground like Kamaji No force can stop me I could bring the jungle to your world like Jumanji might flex feeling cocky I've been making moves underground I ride a wave of tsunamis like I'm tidal and I gotta pave the way and throw a hook in for the title you could be the king, or you could a rook and both can make a move but only one of them is vital Already told you I'm that apex predator and now I'm infiltrating the galaxy like the senator I'm making moves like that new day co-op if you looking for a beat then I'm your corner store pedalar It's Little Johnny's for the meet, and once a year I change my name and passport from The Greek I play the long game and I like to be discreet might just change my name to x like Elon did with a tweet This ain't a high tea, it's more like high noon I'm bringing grace and tie up loose ends with my lasso I'm in new Mexico and spitting out a haiku now you can catch me underneath that bath house steam room No force can stop me I could bring the jungle to your world like Jumanji might flex feeling cocky I've been making moves underground like Kamaji No force can stop me I could bring the jungle to your world like Jumanji might flex feeling cocky I've been making moves underground like Kamaji No force can stop me I could bring the jungle to your world like Jumanji might flex feeling cocky I've been making moves underground like Kamaji No force can stop me I could bring the jungle to your world like Jumanji might flex feeling cocky I've been making moves underground like Kamaji

I'm doing things with this booth you ain't ever seen catch me on the roof top chillin' in the mezzanine the truth is I'm feeling heavenly, larger than life, and ain't no ruler in this world that can measure me I'm on the run and I don't get no rest, now I got a couple things I gotta get off my chest I run the game and I just finished a quest and now I'm winning at this life like I cheated the test I got a pair of big shoes and then I filled them I used to have a few bad issues 'til I killed 'em I light the fuse then I chop 'em up and grilled 'em and I gotta bring the fire when I step into the building Hibernating when I write like I'm illusive I'm hiding in the dark and making moves until I proved it collaborating with myself that's exclusive I can plot a course on a map like a blueprint My flow is dripping and my style is imported put me in your luggage hidden zip for the border pay me in full, I don't think you can afford it you know I'll checking if that briefcase is shorted The moves I make are important you speak and I retort it everything I say you do record it I be feeling like a king now sitting eating fried calamari with my daughter I'm Mike Tyson at his best on the replay I keep it close to my chest like a melee I chewed 'em up and spat 'em out I did it my way and this is no ordinary love this is Sade I'm M. Bison the way I teleportate I keep on writing to the beat until I go grey I'm always fighting for the title like a heavyweight but now you got me feeling so sweet like Sade

Come around we got the family together you gotta back yourself your the primary investor I don't battle rappers I just do it better my back catalogue is looking like Italian leather I cruise around in the dark never see me I got the spaceshit second hand from ET I take it easy y'all better believe me gotta see Edie Falco for the ziti I gotta make a fool of anyone that push me like Tony made the gabagool out of Big Pussy I make my own rules playing in my own lane sitting on some game and I'm feeling real cushy I be changing up the weather when I come around I got the feathers in my jacket how I'm getting down I've been sitting on the side for a minute now but I've been changing up the game to show you I don't play around I came to rock keep it real like a metaphor I beat the clock made a deal like I'm Monty Hall I am the GOAT concealed behind the second door and now I'm out here feeling so fresh, petrichor I bring the ruckus my is head looking the roughest it's cold out side you better go bring your puffers the cat man do the things you never gonna now you lost your lunch money you better go call your mothers I be chasing that 7 card straight rummy I be putting that rubber in your mouth dummy I be all about that eye fillet steak money and I just wanna get those clothes unwrapped mummy My final form it's time bring the flavour in I hit 'em with the force the light saber is razer thin the minor fall the major lift I am the king my back catalogue Italian leather everything

I don't care if anybody here remembers me this is fine art, this is my scenery intentional with a brush stroke honesty and paint a self portrait like a Rembrandt Now I'm talking to myself like a mad man but I could never say the things that my pen can gotta look into the mirror, self reflect these days, I ain't doing too bad Self doubt still crippling my mental state and some of us never learned how to innovate these days if it breaks we just throw it out so why fix me I'm just trying to keep it moving on the day to day trying to put a little food up on my dinner plate sitting back, trying to plot a course in the night but I found who I am in the light of day Damn, maybe just need a minute, and maybe losing is really a part of winning maybe one day I'll look back, reflect and realise that pain is just a part of living I don't really know the meaning of my life now I paint an abstract picture when the lights out I'd rather do it in the sun and make myself proud and maybe then I'll find the thing I was living without Every day a fresh canvas and I can paint a self portrait like a Rembrandt every night when it rains gotta start again 'cause it never looks how I planned it Every day a fresh canvas and I can paint a self portrait like a Rembrandt every night when it rains gotta start again 'cause it never looks how I planned it

I got a habit for flexing I'm feeling gifted I set fire to the beat don't apologise cause I'm different you sleeping on me your problem you must have missed it the chloroform got me lifted I never sleep when I'm riffing I bid you a very heartfelt good night, Johnny Carson I'm on that late night I smoke 'em if I got 'em so what's next they call it arson might wanna take a step back when I flex I'm spitting fire like I'm Dhalsim I do a back flip like I'm Evel Knievel I've been spitting out that fire I've been sucking on that diesel I paint a picture with my words when I speak so when I'm sitting cooking a beat then I'm just setting up that easle You know the crime rate is looking like my mind state I'm on the rise and enterprising when I'm wide awake I synchronise with the local time when I'm outta state and gotta cop a bit of that local fish on my dinner plate I'm on my way to the top and I got that gusto I only write my verses in aerial bold bravado my friends are laughing and making fun of my dress code I rocked up in the joint and I'm looking like Johnny Bravo The black shirt, big boots, blonde hair I'm getting dirty when I work and never play fair I gotta kill it like a merc tattoo an arrow to my forehead now let's see if I can bend air I fly around on the back of a giant bison and you know I fuel my fire with your fear like M. Bison Like it or not when the devil speaks it's enticing I spit a verse and now the sea levels are rising My dinners served a cup of tea and a bowl of rice I only play the games I win at I got weighted dice I'm on point and she dressing up like it's ladies night I'm checking out the menu and that local fish is looking nice

Don't come around here with that drama you gotta work it out like '82 with Jane Fonda you don't wanna know where my mind goes to wander the beat so fat slap like E. Honda All black pants and the combat boots I gotta break that bank gotta get that loot I got 32 cans of that Campbell's soup now you paint me like a Warhol Gotta get my name on the roll call, I got a three piece suit with the bolo, man be looking so bold weather man saying that I'm too cold gotta set a fire to the village like I'm Rollo Then I heat it up, until I melt the vinyl and when I come around I got my jury on the trial I speak so vile, keep me in a vile gotta let me out, I contaminate the style I be coming back like the Dalai Lama chilling on a beat and I get a little karma repeat it like a mantra, repeat it like a mantra, repeat it like a mantra I be coming back like the Dalai Lama chilling on a beat and I get a little karma repeat it like a mantra, repeat it like a mantra, repeat it like a mantra Under Bodhidarma wisdom through the history and after visions of us living in the saga try to dull my senses I think of it when sipping on my lagar undertones honing in Macabre Bleed it out the marker channing the scripture shit I'm conflicted shaking up the ricatre summon out my stanzas pen it on the canvas to hearing out my mantras from here to Arkansas Shit I mean Arkansas see that spelling is an obstacle I guess it isn't meeting to my standards getting off topic but it's topical that 'Pence can heat it tropical it's hotter than the hearts of romantics so frantic We keep it live like a game of operation lost in contemplation it's just an observation it's diluted in the daily conversation repeat it like Mantra on occasion tell 'em Tom I be coming back like the Dalai Lama chilling on a beat and I get a little karma repeat it like a mantra, repeat it like a mantra, repeat it like a mantra I be coming back like the Dalai Lama chilling on a beat and I get a little karma repeat it like a mantra, repeat it like a mantra, repeat it like a mantra

Let me start by painting a little picture city street late night here in the winter the rains coming down hard upon the concrete an every day struggle just to not become a sinner The body bags on the streets still shiver as they fill 'em up with broken dreams and bad decisions I'm just out here trying cop myself some dinner heard Somebody screaming out, when will change be delivered I heard another ask for change for some dinner then he stepped into the corner store and spent it all on liquor the single mother spent her money on a ticket now she praying said she gonna feed her daughter with the winnings I'm just a rapper my narratives not opinon I'm just speaking and I don't ever expect to ever make a difference I'm just living in this moment that I'm given as I shine a little light down on this world that we live in

I'm keeping sober and staying sharp in the head I got the boots down on the ground a little dirt up in the tread I'm on that gluten free I gotta keep it flexing but don't think for a second I ain't coming for your bread Take a verse then I cut it up then I bag it gotta throw it on a beat and I deliver the whole package my note book is like a bible this a passage and I'm otherwise known round the way as T Savage Out here feeling like a rock star I'm only dealing with the best ingredients like Fabbri's pasta I'm moving quick, not my problem if I lost ya I'm feeling cold hearted I might burn a little Moxa I'm 'bout the numbers when I'm plotting out the mission and I got no end in sight but I've got that laser vision feeling like a super hero writing on the rhythm so you better bring your game when you step in my division I be bringing you that moxie I'm feeling fine and now I got a couple reasons let me out the cage free range now I'm breathing gotta pen a page fry my chicken with the seasoning I've been burning sage I've been dealing with my demons They say reality is mind over matter but it matters when I'm serving up my mind on a plater with a cup of tea like the mad hatter and I'm all about the green kinda like I'm Bruce Banner 'Cause when I mentally flex I'm on that deadlift out here doing reps 'til my flow is looking real thick I gotta have it I need a beat like an adict never resting on the sabbath I need a hit like a habit I bring the force like a Jedi in that dead zone I got the contraband like prohibition Al Capone I am your local hip hop dealer on the flip phone when you out here looking for that moxie-codone I be bringing you that moxie Knock you out like I'm rocky I be bringing you that moxie Knock you out like I'm rocky

Friday night fried it up with that Yuxiang I'm feeling right gotta flip it like the Wu Tang I'm outta sight and prolific when I do thangs I gotta care of my business like the phone rang I'm out here feeling like Pacino when I got heat I gotta hunger for inari with the crab meat yeah I'm a man on a mission with a mean streak I gotta break ground when I'm stepping on the concrete Now I be flying through the city like I'm Chun-Li the blue tracksuit out here on the mean street you better take your ten paces when you see me my fans all waiting patiently for the repeat Now everybody talking at me I don't hear a thang I'm eating dinner getting fatter 'til the lady sang I pull the trigger I do deliver the gun bang and now I gotta fry it all up with the Yuxiang The temperatures high get sent to the fire I'm in the stu' cooking soul food the tempura fried assembled with rice emcees here the flow then get tempted to bite I've spent nights filling pages 'til the pen doesn't write Such is life I've been stuck in this vice juggling dreams and reality to double my price I let pride get me hyped off a couple of likes chasing the mainstream dream got me trouble and strife Subtle is nice but true flavours only come from the spice so of course I got the sauce flow smothers the mic puffin' butter smooth bud keeps me buzzin' precise rum with the ice in my right while I'm writing down metaphores See I don’t think they ready for us I got heavy thoughts I’d be damned if the flows stop let the levee fall tried to make a way to get my dogs out the resivoir more food for thought you got the sauce then just let it pour

Young Kody grew up living with his cousins I guess he always thought that his parents ain't ever loved him his father left him at bottom of a bottle and his mother blamed herself and ever since she's always suffering So now he's out here playing menace in the streets he's got grudge against the world and everybody he meets he's always tired and he needs something to eat but when the lights are out the demons come and he never gets to sleep So why bother he just stays awake at night and why try any harder he just loses every fight nobody understand the pain he has inside he thinks maybe my father could if he ever knew what I looked like One night he left without ever saying goodbye he left a note on the counter saying there must be more to life nobody seen him in five years he took a breath of that cold air and disappeared into the night