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  1. Ironman

From the recording Long Dark Night

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-VERSE -After this epic verse, I'm done with this rap shit/I'll unplug the mic, hang it up, you can have it / know you're probably shocked, like - what's up with this madness?/my mic inside a time capsule under the matress/that's all kinds of backwards like a tumble and backflip/y'all know how I do, man - I cuss and I crack wit/nobody needs to trip, nobody wants to get fat lip/looking busted in the mirror, blood on the napkin/I'm-a spit a couple verses with the minimal of curses/compound-syllablye, lyrical the wordsmith/I can print it, I can cursive, there isn't nothing worse than/the heart of a no heart quitter in a person/I thought I told y'all it's all about persistence/every now and then we all strike out and whiff big/no surrender like Bone Thugs, pound the spic fist/I go the distance like my son's fountain pisses/I hit the booth and try to grasp my focus/spit something so vicious - they'll have to notice/everybody's life story's got dramatic moments/I try to take shallow minds and crack them open/get your mind in the zone, maybe pack a bowl hit/look around for a pen and notepad, now quote this/shout out to my fam who I'm glad to roll with/it seems that the years have been passing so quick/we've just gotta keep making moves and that's that/even when shit happens and you get slapped back/learn from your mistakes, follow clues and backtrack/come back strong in part two and smash cats/sharpen the sword and keep pushing record/'til we can buy all the things we couldn't afford/I keeps it humble, make beats that rumble/THC in lungs, holler peace and love son/2 am session - that's a day in the life man/black light glowing at the base of the mic stand/spit and hit hard like a dangerous right hand/storm on the horizon - better change up your flight plans/my band consists of me, me and me/like Agent Smith trying to see Reeves bleed/be a nine-deuce Barcelona Dream Team beast/who twice in a lifetime achieved three-peat/fuck yeah, let loose like border patrol dogs/it's not looking good like a horrible scorecard/touch up the mixdown and lower the floor tom/staying up writing past 4 in the morn dawg/is he really 'bout to spit three hundred and four bars?/Olympic gold caliber flow, I warned y'all/no matter what you call it - I'm just making music?you can pass it to the left after taking two hits/let me get you high for the long dark night/write a verse in pitch black by the alarm clock light/if bad dreams come around - just man up/you're not really getting beat down in handcuffs/you're not really 'bout to get murdered in cold blood/you're not about to see the whole world just go nuts/like 2012 - fighting for survival/you wake up to a blunt, get to lighting it and fire up/about to wrap up another album real soon/spit at the top of my game? yeah, I still do/nastier than a bathtub with mildew/in memory of Yak - pop a bottle and spill brew/Ironman like a P90X dude/patience before I decide the next move/studio monitors shaking the cave walls/corner pocket - going straight for the 8 ball/I blaze up and let the pen control me/reminisce about Yak, one of the best of homies/stay incognito to the death - shinobi/free hand reaching for the weapon slowly/murder the mic, spit like a vet, an o.g./don't really get drunk, but hell yes I smoke weed/spit hot fiyah, pay attention closely/shout out to my fam in the seven-0-three/you'll know when I'm coming, you can feel the drum/hit rattling the rim - with the steal, he dunks it/bump in the trunk, sick beat you're thumping/get down like your momz on her knees to suck dick/my name on your wall when I pee in public/Billie Jean's not my lover, I just beat it up quick/in the back seat - damn, we got feely-touchy/fogging up the windows, steamed it up quick/just give me a pen, a few pieces of paper/a nice ass beat with unbelievable flavors/more bars than AT&T, The Creator/my pen stay dripping, I don't need an eraser/fuck a 3 minute 30 second top ten single/I can't seem to stop like we've popped them Pringles/get big like Paul, George, John and Ringo/DNR on your cell phone - cop the ringtone/subject change - I ever tell you how I kill beats?/how I make it's life liquid pool and spill streaks?/abuse it and move the crowd like President Bill's speech/and serve it any way you want like outdoor grilled meat?/slapping the crap out of beats, calling them Nancy/you wish that I keep my fingers off 'em like hands free/make it say my name bitch, like Jim with a band geek/white girls down for a dick in the ass - freaks!/I hit 'em where it hurts like a cock-puncher/make it do a hundred push ups like - DROP! .. "One, Sir!"/straight shittin' on a beat like a commode/keep a super bowl packed, peace piping the dro/session's getting mad late and it's such a beast sound/the beat's too beat for another beatdown/but I keep going like Ike on Tina/spit 'til the beat applies ice to deep cuts/spit 'til the drive runs out of gigabytes/get the cave more dark now and hit the lights/loving what I do, man - I'm proud to grip a mic/whack muthafuckaz wonder how the shit I write/so many bars on this caliber, no hoax/have a seat son, you can't chatter with grown folks/you got a thousand bars? I got a thousand or more quotes!/step up your game a little faster you slowpokes/any day now could be your time to shine/and you won't ever have to work another nine to five/workin' in the stu, feeling alive inside/all you do is live good, get high, and rhyme/'til you can't fight the sleep and them tired eyes/more verses to write and you gotta find the time/I don't get much sleep and I ain't trying to lie/spitting on 'til I fry my entire mind/holy shit like John, Peter and Paul/guess who's in the booth again, good evening y'all/put the crackberry down, I'm not receiving your calls/I got three hundred bars and I'm unleashing them all/take a breath here and there, I got green in the jar/and it almost feels like PODing with Dolph/man that's old school shit like cleaning the cloth/signing off - B O N E Z and I'm gone/ ...standing by the window listening to the rain hit/verses create lift, everyday it's the same shit/my rhymes hit hard like a blunt of the K-Biz/left-right panning make the cut so spacious/your mind is a base, my rhymes invade/it I'm patient, never wonder where the day went/every now and then - DNA collaboration/swerving out of control, I guess it's time to have the brakes fixed/ProTools 8 - holler back to the make-shift/microphone hanging from the ceiling by the tape strip/the difference between a slop box and a great mix/began exploring that back when I was in grade six/four band EQ, that was amazing/positioning the speakers all kinds of locations/there must be no antidote, I remain sick/spitting everywhere from the closet to the basement/you can't do much against four aces/a Spartan phalanx in full formation/kidnap the boss on christmas vacation/reinstate bonuses or die in the snake pit/I got a verse for any occasion/got verses more fat than two plates of bacon/verses for the haters we be driving ape shit/put a smile on their face like a Joker facelift/everybody wanna blow up like a bra with fake tits/overnight celebrities, rich and famous/only seeing five percent, signing shit so anxious/dreaming about rotation - getting in your playlists/I don't make club music for the women to shake hips/I dig into your hearts through the non-invasive/emancipate y'all from mental slave ships/and rhyme deep thoughts for your entertainment/super sweet 16s like MTV/will bring energy through the centuries/third eye stays open cuz it helps me see/who the hell we be, the mic sets me free/got holes in my head to let the thoughts flow freely/shoplift the brain, never get caught, so sneaky/I'm hard to recite, you better lock your repeat/'til you recognize what I do is not so easy/casting my footprints on this earth/it's not about which rapper spits the longest/verse but about who's verse got the strongest worth/with back to back to back bars and words/I'm a real simple dude just leaving his mark/spilling his soul from way deep in his heart/puffing trees in the park while I'm feeding the dog/he wheeze and I cough, and I start releasing my thoughts/like, the world's my blank page and I'm it's pen/no boundaries to how far my rhymes extend/I put the bump in your ride like a seismic ten/bitch slap writers block in my mind again/I'm a veteran emcee, I was rhyming when/Bone Thugs did The Art Of War in ninety-sev../..en, it's time to get real, so why pretend?/I'm-a move this crowd like Simon Says/rocking all black , stealth mode - head to toe, every show/no point in being an artist if you never grow/hybrid joint like middys getting mixed with some better dro/it makes me feel beast like I'm Mr Incredible/fuck a hangover, blaze good and stay good/get high powered like a black belt when he break wood/the world's so diverse and you just want to stay hood?/diversify your funds, son - before it's too late, could../..any freestyle spit verse test my scriptures?/get lyrically fit first or spit 'til your lip hurts/so many rappers don't even love what they do/only in it for a groupie bitch, a blunt, and a brew/my shit's the shit down to the dick you dicks/drum beats get beat down and hit with sticks/a magician's gift, I'll show them bitchez tricks/piff give lift, and I spit lyrics/to the fans in Bolivia - les agradezco/Dark Night show you love, mi hijo les manda besos/these all night bowl sessions queman el pecho/burn like the roof is on fire with a flecha en el techo/I spit fire like Beowulf's bastard son /o hot you'll retreat, turn back and run/this shit's so easy, I'm just having fun/Pip to Jordan alley-oop, two handed dunk/blaze one with me, let me take you to the moon/cuz a fat ass blunt is still safer than a shroom/expand your mind beyond the petty beefing/heads with no brains - let us/lettuce leaves 'em/bad company is like a black cloud overhead/back stabbers, rat bastards, .. that's how cold it gets/two people exchange words 'til pap-POW! no more threats/and somebody gets a fat round hole in chest/gotta be low key, take it slowly/the old me would jump the gun but it ain't '03/me and my bro - we've found our own queens/together - both seeds .. legacy proceeds/trying to make bucks like Bucks, got big dreams/that's why I spit mean bars at windscreens/nothing in the music biz is what it seems/suits mislead with fine print you misread/do it independent and become your own biz/upgrade to wifey, dump your old chick/don't let temptation butt-fuck your focus/on some average groupie that loves to blow dick/you gotta be ready incase someone approaches/and needs to catch wreck, slug with both fists/crazy ass haters wanna cut your throat quck/no reasoning with them, fucking hopeless/it's all just a matter of the caca-dookie/dropping shit like when I plop a two piece/I get inside the booth and start hocking loogies/these hundred bar verses ain't nada new chief/if only Randolph could be here today/to spit rhymes in the park with the three and play/he could meet JR and help him steer away/from trying to be somebody else, make it clear and say../..you gotta love who you are and love what you got/watch for the ball breakers busting cocks/try not to engage in fisticuffs a lot/cuz the cops come quick with them cuffs and locks/you could lose your rights, or you could lose your life/don't be a fool and try to look cool and die/pay a heavy cost for your brutish pride/it's a .. suicide! - it's a suicide!/this life's too short to be sad forever/or be materialistic chasing after treasure/get your mind right, get your act together/and create big things like a mad inventor/I could change the world with one platinum quote/far greater than I ever could casting a vote/my rhymes are chain letters like passing a note/put a smile on your face like cracking a joke/chasing after cars - my doggz pissing wild/since the last album, i know it's been a while/now I'm a man with a wife and a little child/multi-talented artist, I got a million styles/I unleash and get buck, feet to kick nuts/you don't need to spit none so keep your lips shut/CDs to get done, trees in thick blunts/now we can spit chunks, eat a dick son/and listen up good like you're ear's to the wall/my mans to the right cut, now I'm dealing the cards/no matter if you're a soldier or a leader in charge/cuz I'm about to get sick like a wheeze and a cough/I only wish I could reach you and teach you the art/we could all be beasts with sharp teeth and some claws/and come together like folks who Tai Chi in the park/cuz I want freedom for we like I want freedom for y'all/but some of y'all not seasoned like meat in the raw/think you're keeping it real, but you're keeping it wrong/hitting corners drunk, looking for a beef and a brawl/talk shit cuz you''re thirteen deep with your doggz/wouldn't dare pick a fight if we even the odds/so enhance your damn calm like a Swedish massage/swear to god you're a strong man heaving a log/a used-to-be tough guy like Steven Seagal/probably fight mad dirty like feet to the balls/the kind who's quick to pull a gun for no reason at all/making crowds hit the ground like leaves in the fall/POP!-POP!! .. oh, the humanity of it all/alcohol, greed and guns - a bad combination/like bleeding and salt can't believe what you saw/grown folks acting stupid like teens in the mall/or Mr no rubber lover who beats it up raw/who fucks and forgets her, mistreating her heart/making all kinds of promises, speaking real soft/I relieve stress when I drop a beat for the song/get my forest fire on, burn trees - and I'm gone/I make noise like a fire truck - ring the alarm/and if you drop a whack album - your CD will get tossed/Dark Night hard to see like a flea in the fog/and I've come to bring the fuckin' pain like a knee to the jaw/I mix the good shit like combination lo mein/verses get in your head like a bullet straight to your brain/spit nasty and hardcore like taking your dame/and busting a fat one in her face with no shame/you can watch me blow, I put the flame to propane/fuck blazing a trail - incinerate the whole game/I leave subwoofers blown and the radio slain/so I can get the last word like Horatio CainePlay 'IRONMAN' on YouTubePlay 'IRONMAN' on iTunes/Apple Music Play 'IRONMAN' on Spotify Play 'IRONMAN' on CD Baby Play 'IRONMAN' on Amazon