(Okay) (Yo!) Hear that? Bit’s back in the game. Hear that? Gid’s backing the tapes. King shit. This slaps and the name is King shit. It’s the track of the day. Yo All my friends are motherfucking birds. I can’t escape them and their avian chirps. All my beats and words fair trade and grown locally. I’m your next-door neighbor I’m like “okily dokily” Yo I’m a dingus. On some king shit. So fly that the kicks got the wingtips. BitByBitBot lit on the sound clips. Throw em right in for some “real trap shit” (what the hell-) Hear that? Bit’s back in the game. Hear that? Gid’s backing the tapes. King shit. This slaps and the name is King shit. It’s the track of the day. Hear that? All fax like machine Hear that? No cap, no space King shit. Made a rap on Monday King shit. It’s the track of the day Blowing on dice and rolling two sixes Fork in the road, that’s “route” then two sixes don’t gotta fork, just spoon like two sixes abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz This is A really wonky-ass beat It’s past me how he got the samples so clean I’d eat off em A meal fit for the kingly Gid, gimme all the sick beats you can bring me

Bad bitch coming through in some big boots. You don’t know what to do so you just stay mute. I don’t blame you, you’re the same dude who I saw wearing the same shoes since 2015- hold up- Curbstomp energy. Make you look tacky. Don’t need arms if an enemy attacks me. Half Mary Shelley, half Butch Cassidy all kinds of bad ass shit kicking capacity Come at me! Kid, I’m on a whole other level If you can’t take the heat then you better not meddle. Young grasshopper can’t even understand me, Tries to punch up, ends up in “FATALITY” See me walking down the streets and you’re like “hey!” If you ain’t with the vibe get out my “wayy!” You don’t get it I got places to be, I’m trying to look just like a masterpiece oh See me walking down the streets and you’re like “hey!” If you ain’t with the vibe get out my “wayy!” You don’t get it I got places to be, I’m trying to look just like a masterpiece oh You’re completely vexed by my enby friends but if you’re disrespectful then I’ll start some shit. If you can’t wrap your head around they/them you’ll get a ten-step lesson how to break a neck (with pictures) I pull up... High-waisted. Yo, you should’ve seen the looks on your faces. Fuck you if you’re racist, I’m a dominatrix, Heard you like licking boots I’ll show you how to taste it. See me walking down the streets and you’re like “hey!” If you ain’t with the vibe get out my “wayy!” You don’t get it I got places to be, I’m trying to look just like a masterpiece oh See me walking down the streets and you’re like “hey!” If you ain’t with the vibe get out my “wayy!” You don’t get it I got places to be, I’m trying to look just like a masterpiece oh “Heyyy!” “Wayyy!”

Feel it out I’m a whiz in any medium Lay it down I just write em like I’m readin em Simmer down You just got to many ideas Put em down it’ll become something serious Build things out from the center Never ever laid out a groundwork I don’t even know how the ground works Outer space staring back at the planet earth Think you need to relax Got a big brain ENFP on the track I make remedial raps that cure your headaches and your period cramps Build things out from the center These beats keep you warm in the winter And cool in the summer Peace out love one another

I’m so fly in the whip you’d think it’s the Delorean I keep getting hotter like backwards Grey, Dorian. I’m floorin’ it. You know I got the Keys like in Florida. Y'know what I mean? I’m adorable. And I got moves! You can see me dancin! I’ll age like a fine wine or Ted Dansen. I’m handsome. The beat’s so groovy, my flow is so random. Will all please rise for your national anthem. I’m bumpin’ up ones into threes and twos I slide right through on my P’s and Q’s (yuh) Bumpin up 7’s into 8’s and 9’s Catching these Z’s not X and Y’s (yo) I don’t want to flex my wealth, but I just can’t help myself especially when that wealth‘s in love. I don’t want to be that guy, but I just want to make you smile and let you know you’re not alone. (4, 3, 2, 1) Okay, I'm cooped up with the fruits of some other loser’s labor. Loose and unconcerned as I peruse the morning paper. Dropping Advil in my coffee and my coffee in my lap. Counting up the minutes as they dribble out the tap. Hold on, that’s been leaking for a grip (oh yeah?) Gotta call a plumber just to contemplate the subtle and sublime drip. Slip suddenly and fall into the rabbit's whole notion of an ocean going clipper ship bombasted by an open lip and sunk. Bumping up ones into threes and twos Sliding right in on my P's and Q's Bumping up something to something else I can't quite remember anything else Cruising the streets for some beats to use so I can bump up these ones into threes and twos. Bumpin Food House, Ride, getting fries at the drive-through, sliding right through on these P’s and Q’s. Let’s get useless, Lose yourself in the groove and the vibe Turning sevens into eights and nines Party all day, get to bed at a reasonable time, Catching Z’s not X and Y’s, yo. Bumping up ones into threes and twos Sliding right in on my P's and Q's Bumping up something to something else I can't quite remember anything else

Pardon me I’m.. hoarse Chomping at the bit yes of course It’s lighthearted romp, no cause for remorse I’m in a four-star B&B. Life is like in D&D. Hop into my vehicle I’m off in the morning. Horse. Named Friday, Wild stallions loose on the highway. First and foremost your flows sound forced and phony. I’m laying bars over Ennio Morricone. I got a bunch a money that some people owe me, I got a couple places that I can’t really go near. Got a bunch of beats that you probably won’t hear because this isn’t the year for a song that’ll bring tears. Horse. You’re rockin with the worst. got committed to memory like a million words. I wake up, pour the syrup, then I put my feet in stirrups, I go and stir up trouble, then I’m clearing out the area.

Uhhhhhh yes I’m in your house, Mighta snuck in through the window. The jury’s still out like, it coulda been the wind though. 1 AM and I am rummaging through all your stuff. I just took all your milk and dipped cause I don’t give a fuck. And if ya hate me then you probably don’t know me. That’s below ne. That’s a lowlife but he’s reaching down to a new low. Middle of the night, but he’s just passing the prosciutto. Living in the walls like my name was Hugo Like what do you know? I’m in your cabinets grabbin at all your ham and swiss sandwiches. Call me ham-fisted I’m just tryna find some happiness in this abyss of piss and shit I’m listless I’m down your chimney like it’s Christmas Instead of bringing gifts I take your milk and Oreos. With no witnesses. Little Debbie. Downer. No upper. No slumber, just supper.

Big chains. Wrapped around my neck. Big legs, that’s a big topic to sidestep. Too many hoes in my motherfuckin meal Ask me if I know how a motherfucker feels. I’m rap game Dead Kennedy’s. I’m 100 gecs but I’m at about a 70. Stranger PNGs and JPEGs I stuff a glock in my bitch pocket. Make those legs look like the gate in Hawkins. Wet! Frog Economy Don’t bother me Get out my way It’s my day I do not care What you say. Okay? Oh baby. Frog Economy I get that green I get paid everyday That is all I Have to say. Okay? Oh baby. Kickin it old school, sittin on a toadstool, Frog economy, all my homies hate Pro Tools And don’t bother me, my brains are bad. But I’m still cracking jokes like “Hi, Gay. I’m Dad” And I’ve been Getting better at assessing all my frenemies And all the special people who have been right in front of me I don’t need to look up My neck don’t bend backwards Cause if you cause harm you’ll get darned out the patchwork If you take shots you’ll get sawed off I got eyes on me like a Soggoth got a goth on me with her top off I’m sought after, you’re after-shock. Bit by bit when I’m blasting off Armstrong like an astronaut Working on my portfolio and it slowly turns into a catalog Arthritis all in my hands Making art on this laptop Beats sound like Jacob Mann Bars sound like Aes Rock I make plays like a playwright Anton. Chekhov. If there’s a gun in the first scene your brain’s turning to applesauce I’m Dizzy like Gillespe! I’m making waves like a jetski! You motherfuckers can’t catch me! I’m edgy I’m makin bars like I’m Nestle When it comes to bars it’s very hard to impress me. On the stage shakin’ hips like Elvis Presley. But I won’t die from taking pills like Elvis Presley. I’m the rap equivalent of Diet Pepsi. If you want some music it’ll refer you to Medeski!

High standards. No hope of a question getting answered. All you know is falling deep into a chasm where life don’t adhere to it’s patterns. Daydreams of the worst case. In a world where everybody’s just everybody’s worst traits, people got snake tongues and carry concealed blades. Handsome assholes that live in castles and don’t do hand-holds. Sugar-coated lies being carried for their lives till they die. None of this can be seen people aren’t always what they seem I want to know what it means even if it’s just a dream You want to be me but you can’t. I know you wanna be my mans. I only want to be your friend. but I don’t even know your name. (No, no, no, I don’t even know your name) I don’t have the time for this! This is what your nightmare is! You’re such an embarrassment! You’re nothing in comparison! I can’t believe you’re wearing that! You keep stating the obvious! Flounder in the rapids, get tapped out if you’re not tapped in. Got the whole squad laughing Atchoo Snot nose dork need a napkin. You want to be me but you can’t. I know you want to be my mans. I only want to be your friend. but I don’t even know your name. I’m just enough of a person to make you think I think things. Couple topics but the body’s Lorem Ipsum and wing dings. Your brain swings to conclusions at a faster pace than you can do two plus four your case we’ll say it’s not nonsense. At the very least we’ll say that it’s a lot to process. You make facades but they’re all your own faces. Face it, it’s not a matter of fact it’s a matter of filling in the gaps. Scatter plot graph of a line that’s descending, Glass half empty. Don’t depend on anything, Time is so menacing. Thoughts can make anxiety from empathy. Give in, you’re an entity of entropy Can’t get gone Can’t retcon, especially when you ain’t got nobody that you can talk to Google walkthrough of how to get the bad ending.