Collasoul Structure It don’t stop, we shouldn’t either Surviving chicago winters can’t freeze with my heater Anybody can catch it cause COVID got wide Receivers On em like the white on Jerry rice or condoleeza Or on ‘em like them whites from the comments of Tommy dreamer Remember, When you take flight Hands to yourself Or you’ll get beat up Working’s a death sentence and I’ma need an extra comma when my knee hurts Playing price tag It’s a couple hundred, dollars for this t-shirt But I’m not it That’s why I go to work still sortin boxes Compartmentalizing my feelings But, my gift I keep on stockin Baby watch him He gon be somebody before they stop him Top ten even if, we ain’t on yo top ten Don’t ask don’t tell My nigga wear yo mask it’s not going well Everybody still listening to Kanye west yes, they’re going to hell They say all my shoes fire but why I’m Still broke as hell? Walking on a, thin red line and can’t afford the L’s Shit blew me How you in the green Then bleed profusely Beat ‘em purple He reset I think I, seen it in a movie Them Infinity wars How many times we gon even the score? My word my peace Some things I should keep in the drawer Buy so much bullshit That I should keep at the store But I believe I need it like that extra shot of…. whiskeeeeyyy I need more!! I.B. Fokuz Still scheming/ but not like those demons that deceived us/ Serve em till the end like Serena/ pleasure to meet ya/ I’m still that fan off the bleachers/ studying the greats just to prepare myself when I reach em/ that cold vein made believers/ now every bar raised high it’s right beneath us/ blame it on per diem/ on why that fire could ever leave em/ we were conditioned for all 4 quarters of the seasons/ Men of gratitude/ dancing on the phattest loops/ running circles round every show boater on the avenue/ we paddle through any wave created by our magnitude/ what could make you think that we were after you/ now they got an attitude/ we were killing stages, they were passing through/ Drunken Monkeee live is who I had to prove/ Who you give your hatting to/ I’ve been picking pickets before I had a crew/ now it’s us they pinning all their ladder to/ see em on the come up/ even the young ones who was among us/ they caught that Holy Ghost when we sprung up/ writing to the sun up/ now they doing there thang and I love it/ had to salute em when they made to the summit/ We made it through the/ Chicago Summers/ a blessing for every number/ after this marinates we got another one coming/ but until then/ just enjoy/

Collasoul Structure If you don’t take a break then it’s on you Work to the bone Something break then it’s on you That War still going on Inside but that’s old news Hold no quarters Close fight it’s in a phone booth They told you to get ur 8 hours Cause it’s healthy For ya mind, body, But these spirits tend to help me Or at least I think so Drink so much I’m melting My insides a wicked witch Off to see the wizard So let’s dig a ditch Dont cross that picket line Or my picket fence Every single hour ask my knees how’d it get to this my pockets say We in this bitch get it Till it get you sick I’m sick of this Pops never took a vacation But he worked so I could But I haven’t taken Time off for myself How can You break without no breaks man Chorus If you ever feel off ya vibe/ and ain’t got time / to clear your mind/ you need to reset/ If they ask why/ don’t lie/ stress still kills/ and no way I/ can sacrifice/ my peace of mind/ I need to reset/ I.B. Fokuz If you put that cart before horse/ that baggage drag you down until ready to abort/ man/ Feeling empty ain’t feeling I would endorse/ filling every bodies cup but your own could be draining/ Got a vision pending but to tired to employ/ dreaming of voyage/ that we could never board/ cause we never left port/ what’s a vision if it all remains distorted/ Maybe I just need to take a day/ maybe I just need to getaway/ Sitting on the rock by the lake/ listening to the water/ stay still and meditate/ A little self care for ya boy/ dreaming of voyage/ now I’m on board/ tap into the source/ left the port/ I’ll be back in a moment/ Chorus If you ever feel off ya vibe/ and ain’t got time / to clear your mind/ you need to reset/ If they ask why/ don’t lie/ stress still kills/ and no way I/ can sacrifice/ my peace of mind/ I need to reset/

Collasoul Structure Momma told me baby you gon do straight I’m not religious but I never lose faith Talk to God daily she my roommate Keep a smile on me from my toothpaste Problems last night But it’s a new day They killin niggas such as life What the news say Better drink that water boy Bobby bouché bottle have you destroyed Body full of waste Nobody perfect But we strive for it niggas love designer Ready to die for it We don’t get a crumb or get a dime for it With all this going on is it the time for it? Had to ask myself can I afford it? so many of us out here dying broke It’s crazy what we chose to have time for outfighting/infighting why we can’t focus? White folks hate us white folks hate us Unless we on the field we your favorite playa On the court or in the bed making plenty layups Play hard or play dead don’t know what is safer I.B. Fokuz Ugh, The whole world see us struggling/ what happened to that Asiatic covenant/ the belly of the beast is bubbling/ poverty depended on government/ whats your vote?/ democrat or republican/ We’ve been through the/ mock of us all/ debacles that sparked our pillage/ is it mark or Paul/ or Judas that burnt our village/ They stuffed us in halls before those streets was menace/ Who answer the call/ my momma still waiting for Jesus/ A pen and a pad/ to give it a stab/ every blood drop came from the backs that was lashed/ same blood in the veins of a king on his staff/ the same grounds you were given your last/ come on/ Verse 2: Don’t call me black/ I ain’t ya nigga/ don’t try to pat me on the back to go figure/ you address me as anything other than a Moorish American you goin get a lesson from the village/ made in his image/ It’s Moslems/ everyone around em/ you was looking for God we already found em/ It was in the place that you repeated doubted/ the heart is the nearest place you can ever crowned him/ Look/ How you gonna know God/ you don’t know yourself/ How you gonna be rich but ain’t got no wealth/ How them seeds goin’ replenish, when they got know help/ Light bearers on ya audio/

I.B. Fokuz Fresh out the incubator/ the cultures growing at expense/ you a tenant/ pay your dues before they renovate ya/ 99 names just to innovate em/ knowing nothing could change/ besides the 1000 ways we eliminate ya/ Something different when you walking abroad/ we broke through your guard/ ya watch dogs rip by jaws/ Ride the fence and you destine the fall/ invested in law/ the gravity will pull em til they ripping their arms/ Check it/ look it’s time/ speed/ Distance/ no Ponzi Scheme can CON these dealings/ we rhyme till we find peace healing/ like we by palm tree chilling/ our bond is like a concrete filling/ move through the line quite different/ like we got assign seat tickets/ with a sign saying, hi, we killing em/ a fine crease with a dime piece pilling/ align with the vision of design that can climb with no ceiling/ Collasoul Structure Nicholas cage got shot in the arm in con air and kept walking That’s us against your team Get hit and press the offense I seen you competing in America’s next top rawkus But your flow was awful and your voice Is Aggressively caucus And sauceless not safe here Trying to protect my wallet Let mego/migo so I can take off and not get called in Found a black hole to fall in Not getting spaghettified Between western and halsted Rather lead by Death of exhaustion That new Jyro and Iceberg theory Talkin Avalon park entered the chat, and quietly walked in Mary in my little nook office Home alone but wit that thang that spooked the robbers Whatchamacauly culkin got Tired of sulking was inspired by The wire and my little daughter Watching all this disney something sparked it I need some magic Just got dog vomit on my carpet They needa let A ladd in so I can retire a sultan

Collasoul Structure Look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane It’s those guys on the verge of insane From the east side On a murderous reign Unearth the thang make sure the Serpent is slain We get the job done Work it through the pain Can’t call it even the curtains couldn’t hang Chicago heat on Burst into flames Really jumpin Jimmy buckets Picture perfect in the paint Uh The best kept it’s no secret You ain’t better than our weakest Too cold need a couple sweaters when we speakin You not tweakin We never getting 4 Seasons The kids gon be alright Cause we all bright like neon lights We bball we bboy bgirl And we be on mics The wheels of steel can kill Check the Beacon light Uh When you land That’s a pretty small flight When we land Oliver McCall fight You don’t understand we can do this all night Making things wit the hands We don’t think y’all nice Chorus: Yo chicago get down We do the things nobody could You don’t want no problem wit this town Even when we leave we ain’t Hollywood Come through and burn yo shit down Cause we do our thing everybody good When we rock the party no sitting down We rock the party good I.B. Fokuz We was raised in mud/ only grit when you face with flood/ everyday was a rush/ but who’s safe when you racing the sun/ Eden Green to Low End/ South Chicago Hyde Park/ Wicker Park/ to Logan/ Bombing Train Yards was culture/ writing my opus/ same brush painting a lotus/ The slang on the ave was coded/ rhymes was potent/ Watching Brick Heads at Bessemer/ wordplay, blue line on western/ Elastic, the stretch was Omni-dexterous/ The catch the was the mitt we left with it/ no time for guessing/ palm every line you threathen/ the arm was the hook invested/ calm collected/ they qualm never spawned a question/ In the street we were night owls/ on lake at the honeycomb hideout/ butterfly for the roundhouse/ Hit the Buddha then sign out/ Rise beyond expectations/ our art was the pill that exposed the matrix/ the script was exempt when we spoke with cadence/ the thoughts contagious/ My city all Go/ & Dangerous/ Chorus: Yo chicago get down We do the things nobody could You don’t want no problem wit this town Even when we leave we ain’t Hollywood Come through and burn yo shit down Cause we do our thing everybody good When we rock the party no sitting down We rock the party good

I.B. Fokuz Sometimes I think back when/ where this all started, I was ready to contend/ yeah, I’m the early 90s I was moonwalking then/ had a flashlight as a mic in my hands/ Remember when Queen Latifah said/ Who you calling a Ugh/ that’s when my mother yelling at me boy you better turn/ little did she know it was potency in them words/ in the summer I was with my brother listening on the curb/ Peep it/ this for those that was dialing on the box/ watching Luke and crossroads back to back on the clock/ Triumph came on I was like what’s that/ my brother said Hip-Hop/ we call that real rap/ He put on Crucial Conflict but AC DC/ a wide range music that honestly thrilled me/ Years later I was in coconuts coping those CDs/ of the worlds greatest emcees/ that really push me/ Collasoul Structure My Dad used to go to Rock and Roll concerts One of the only Brothers in the crowd wearing a heart shirt Number one funk Brother drumming till his arms hurt On the Black Sabbath being an unholy monster Sometimes music is God And this is our church Saved us To an eternal memory card for jukeboxers Can hum a tune that lost’em since out the rocker Been awesome at reciting lyrics hear’em from aCross Ronda’s Room My big sister played the infamous And ray of light It was written Mix of styles it’s crazy joe she’d raise a mic At one point in a 3rd dimension wasn’t her thing Mom’s would play Roy Ayers As she’d heard all of the cursing Amidst the stepping And swerving I’d be gesturing, re-wording rap songs And makin’em my own Repurposing Borrowing but not a shark nigga I’m Tomorrow Kings Jyroscope before that Before that I explored rap

I.B. Fokuz To encrypted for the rhythm of the average depending on the pattern of the day/ I be thinking/ if it/ if it really even matters/ if bending words out a shape/ I’m talking bout the intricacies/ the faints and the inner lead/ working the kinks/ in sync like a centipede/ a centerpiece of stanzas that opens up the common thought of the metropolis/ creeping to the oculus/ a Sarcophagus for anybody to stubborn tk step out the box with him/ If it trending they ain’t playin it/ and if it ain’t the truth I ain’t sayin/ but who really cares I ain’t change em/ The moral of story is/ you connect with what attracts/ I live for ever bar that I’ve crafted/ whether it’s a sword or a raft/ footsteps I left along the path/ I’m just perfecting me in the lab/ This the ode to the yes 3x/ how you feel are your alright/ yes, we came to get down/ we the hosts for the night/ This the ode to the yes 3x/ All go when we on site/ yes, we came to move the crowd/ when you rock, you rock it right/ Collasoul Structure Yo yo yo yo yaah yo Uh uh uh uh uh huh Yeah yeah yeah yeah yes y’all Uh yo, yo yo yo yo uh huh Uh uh uh uh ah huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yes y’all Uh, We used to do the open mic thing Milwaukee Avenue 79th thing Great delivery but Focus on your writing It’s all style and tricks is this a fight scene? Them beats really need a Harper Bryce swing my team get the W One blood that drives kings Minding our business Limitless grinding Splitting timing Watch what you say like breitling You Mid buddy kid cudi day and night thing Tell me Spit something Big funny jey the knight wing respected by your favs no way you forgot about me We The Who’s who pinball wizard Roger daltrey We aint heard shit Like Tommy greeting Mommy How I’m sounding like a verbose drunk nigga I must be Robert Downey Jr. couldn’t school me Them fools be blowing in the wind Like a loose leaf On troop street writing too deep Bottom of the ocean Where the unseen of the blue be Negro making negroni’s better than Stanley tucci Ever since I can remember always Been a fan of movies Signing on Reporting live from Planet of the goofies

Collasoul Structure You never seen a harder worker Crashing through the floor like Peter Parker versus green goblin verses Norman Osborn Watch me Talk you through this murder Nerdy and always did it by the book This time he brought a burner Know you heard chef The chop’s the first step I Toss and turn it Like that dough prep Italian clothes flex I’m not a server Came for the free hors d’oeuvres Got the Waitress bringing Bob a Burger Hold the pork Back back two handed block on Ron Mercer Most so-called rappers only fans admiring Top earners If they don’t subscribe I’m still alive Pearlin up a jam you heard it Big head nigga clear goggles on Guess I’m rip Hamilton You don’t want no malice in yo palace Betta Switch the channels then I saw some clips of niggas talkin like they the man’s and nem I say we Start to cutting away like we was the camera men Got an outstanding chin But I assure you I’m not tough Don’t talk much We nice We’ll bring a dish to ya Pot luck I got stuck Playing go fish wit my patnas It beats, getting booked By another priest or a copper Grab a seat and a drink for the next sequence of drama See you in February at my crib for the Oscar’s Let’s go I.B. Fokuz We commandeering your mindset/ read the fine print/ Thou shall not think for himself if it’s all provided/ who bribe ya/ We never was gone/ you’ve been reminded/we speak like the megaphone on/ that just the lime twist/ They what I learn so they sit a our table of contents/ just because they judged a book by the way that we bind it/ A time when/ it never gets old/ we stand behind it/ a tingle up your spine is a corridor to the your conscious/ We blow they wigs back just to exposed the non sense/ the palm print/ can cost you a fortune if you not sign in/ Confined in a bubble in flight/ popped out of alignment/ the climate/ is just an example of why we prime here/ our rhyme tier/ is the pinnacle of where the Brahms live/ y’all don lemon/ we done hearing all of the Pom cheers/ remain seated or get folded up like a lawn chair/ we grind gears/ proven the machine the belong here/

Collasoul Structure Bloodshed Bloodshed We don’t Rest In Peace Brothers dead Children of the corner tote that weaponry Knuckleheads fists balled up but get that catch release He who walks behind the rows Knows tell me Who gon teach the lil niggas that can’t be taught Mother’s cry, Hand them a couple tissues but they can’t be soft We champion the lost Them black bodies Can catch bullets better than ran in dy moss Once the umbilical cord snaps just hand em off You can’t just talk One makes a bigger statement setting a cannon off There’s nothing louder than a boy’s anger Godamn a bomb The sun will automatically raise Not your tanning salon Other hand in the palm Planning man’s last stand and a fall Even in your last dance you don’t just stand at that wall Some just want to run with the bulls See the hands at applause Getting that chance to pull a pin out You better get out Jordan peele off a life to live out It’s us we bring down And hold back great day for up Blame the white man for the soul trap The barrel still aging niggas like it’s FOBAB Crabs been in our buckets blues boilin down a slow drag Them blocks too hot to hold You know we need a cold rag I.B. Fokuz How many you then lost that you couldn’t be there for/ how you deal with grief/ how you make this feeling go/ How is murder certain way before embryo/ just enough to feel attach then we send em home/ Are we monsters/ or are we just Desensitize/ how could one contribute to its own genocide/ Is it on the youth to figure out or do we ride/ who’s battle is it if tryna all survive/ Remember, it’s someone training just to kill you/ somewhere in the world where you an opp to their continuum/ the belly of the beast is craving even if you innocent/ that pot of gold is only for those who dig with diligence/ I kiss my babies on the forehead and alert the angels/ an affirmation only God is permitted to take you/ Living life with a beacon of hope/ so many fallen angels/ many force to wing it and cope/

Collasoul Structure This some shit Jay Z would make a mid ass celebratory song wit Shout out to them dudes who Kept rappin when they stopped bloggin You Hard at work making things kids skip to Like raefer Alston While Some of us goodfellows Making targets Got a big box in store Cause they want bargains Ain’t This Chicago we move around to save on parkin’ Who thought saving the game was blowing through a cartridge Who knew hitting a stain would mean Oxy and car flips Multis all day though but what did y’all say though Just take the rhyme, make it whatever You want it’s all for playdo Big kids so unserious these days Upgraded Tonkas Under your bed changing sheets for days To shake the monster Rename your sponsors That spice on ice till you trained for concerts Why in the hell would we try to Re-famous dahmer? white folks do horrible shit We stream it, guess it’s must see Which one you choose to be today lasso Or bundy? The fascists are coming Dumbasses in this country My life is my trash won’t let these assholes take it from me Both hands in my bag What I pull out is tags and bunnies My nigga Wake me up when we actually making money I.B. Fokuz This that end of game show, picks behind the curtain/ while banking on a vacay they gift you with a surfboard/ riding waves can come with its own reward/ but the revealing of the Du-rag can be its on decoy/ the most competitive your ever seen deployed/ our patent is the pattern that we stitch with each seizure/ We hit every stage they see Onomatopoeias/ boom Bap slap sledgehammer out the speakers/ dome crack catch every bar in its sequence/ If you hear em gasping we took em to the deep end/ what you think about Kanye and Kyrie/ even Django was directed by Tarantino/ it’s still a plantation if they can hang you by the neck/ until we own our own it’s like what do you expect/ I Use to write my rhymes just to get the respect/ now it’s therapeutic just to flex/ weaving through the fabric and connect/a rare cloth homie/ you could never buy this off the shelves/ If I could leave you with anything, worth taking note of/ this won’t be the last time you quote us/ we been in lab with one motive/ in 20@%, this the year that my squad goin show you/ That’s all folks/