AUDIO1

[INTRO ELI RICKARD]
Of my whole life I've been so dang proud
Screaming so loud
"Come to church, come to church, come to Sunday Service."
Handicap on da car, guess who's swervin'
Pure protein, guess who's servin'
Me, not the model on IG
The food might be hot but atleast she ain't behind me
She's inclining, she can tell it's hard to find me
Got the busy work, like the habits of a blind bee
Wait he can't see
But he still got this workplace
Jesus was born in a manger, but still worked with his birthplace

[VERSE 1 ELI RICKARD] Uh, still killin' all these lame mumble rappers
They the bees without bumble rappers
They the butterfingered players with they fumble rappers
They the 'don't know how to be humble' rappers
Speaking on Lamar, I will never be a stumble rapper
If I have to, I will put my fists up and I will pummel rappers
And for some lyricists, I might have to step up and huddle rappers
For the unspoken ones, ones who gon' fall into puddle rappers

[VERSE 2 ELI RICKARD]
Daydreams make it hard for Thanos to eliminate me
He can't touch, not as much, or try to discriminate me
I am a light force, kicking in the dark doors
What you say, dark man, riding in a dark Porsche
Come to team ol' man, riding on your black horse
What you say, race driver, riding on the back course
Uh

[OUTRO ELI RICKARD]
I'm going too far now
I'm the one who gon' raise the bar now
Days of Lamar, pow
Higher power is what I need
To succeed, and i'm not start a riot, a stampede
A creed, fit for a king, the unsung, to the unwilling, the sun's sting
The bun and the wing on the table, with a pot, of a lot, of greens and jumper cables
With the stables, of broke horses never fed
How can you take some damage but you have never bled

[INTRO ELI RICKARD]
The world feels older
The young seem bolder
When they story gets told they ain't
Never snitch on they order
Cause them numbers is they quarter
When I’m caught I never go to my motherfucking father
Looking fucking corner cause ya boy seen ya honour

And he looking forward to the time
For the slaughter be a hoarder
For the time he is bordered
Leave him to the fucking porter
She a daughter now
And she caught with Eric Lauder

I Never really fucking bought her

Can’t catch me dead I won’t order
God damn he gon ignored her

[VERSE 1 ELI RICKARD]
I really guess I’m bored I
While my main man a disorder
This kind music ain’t really my forta
Can’t bare to rap if I ain’t corda

And I know I wrote this for ya
Got a part with you on cord I
Can’t find I way I can afford a
Big house in main perotta
Kind a weird I got no daughter
All I got my scout and rolled up
My main thing saying
HOLD UP

Wait Holdup

[OUTRO ELI RICKARD]
Now we gonna change the song
Round the bend that’s fucking wrong
But you can’t tell that I’m wrong
With the limousine and bongs

Now we gon switch up the song
We gon switch back to before
Hit the floor with Christian Dior
This on other levels nah

[INTRO ELI RICKARD]
Can’t afford to live like the ones before me
Can’t bare to stand the city I was born in
Getting tired of performing
Got em screaming like they know me
Like it’s me and global warming
Sick and tired of just coping
Making moments I conform to
I can feel my self corroding
Losing what I built my hope to
Damn it kills my body’s lost you
Did this to me and it’s showing
I can’t get up and keep going

I can’t get up and keep going
God damn I’m fucking broken

[OUTRO ELI RICKARD]
Undertones of a hatred lost
Can’t understand your fucking love
We gotta love lost kinda lust
With no love left
Just space between us
The kinda lines we fucking crossed
Got us feeling like we’re fucking dust
Ain’t no time left
With our fingers crossed
That Trigger heavy kind of house bust
My niggers leverage the hate they bring
They know they gonna need it when they can’t ring
Cause of the hate you bring

Yeah, its the hate you bring

[INTRO ELI RICKARD]
I just want to thank god
For the life he’s been giving me
The good and the bad
And all its pleasantries
Life so strange
But there is beauty like a symphony
Been through a lot
But I don’t need no sympathy
Pray for my rivals
Cuz I know that they want the end for me
But really ain’t no end for me
Well not yet at least
My team still ain’t over seas
Puffing trees
Puffing lye
But
Thank you god
Thank you god

[BACKING ELI RICKARD]
Roll the dice twice man, and get ready to ride
We born stars though buckle up for the ride
Speeding down the tunnel and I'm gon chase that light, that light
I'm gon catch up to that brightness even If it'll take me the night

[VERSE 1 ELI RICKARD]
Stay true to myself
Tool on my belt
Sweat band
Simple with the sweatpants
No check mark
That be the expensive part
Gotta keep my spending smart
I ain’t hit the gas yet yeah I’m still park
Spark the grass
Hit it while I’m in my car
So I don’t have to pass
Smoke smart
Tired of these headstarts
Off the top with Ed stark
Conscious fat Paul blart
Cop a new piece
Rolex iced like a poptart
Mysterious Nardwaur
Im a past par gold over iron
Alot of y’all behind on bars on
Alcatraz island
Locked in supplying
Truth in your eyelids
You like this?
Facebooks spying
You type this?
Senseless violence
Hyponotized by the scientists
The White coats are lying to us

[VERSE 2 & OUTRO ELI RICKARD]
The mindset of a millionaire that never gained a dollar
The girls that could twirl but didn't know how to holler
Hold up let me walk toward her, get her attention She was nasty, dirty, needed to repent then
She hit up the club join with that thong in her hand And boy did that turn all the men in the land
Forgiveness is a grace not something deserved
Like the real ones of rap opinionated hate the new school
And they get easily disturbed
Not let me find they key, which key of rap which door was opened
You must be down hill to get the fucking ball rollin' or slopin'
ON the ranch with the two cows boot em' up ropin' em up
And we still forget forgiveness is taken, and that's, That’s the gospel

That’s the gospel

[INTRO ELI RICKARD]
It’s a long way home on a lonely road
Look inside clear my mind then just hold me close
Took a pill for the thrill hoping I don’t choke
Cut a deal with the lord, now I’m the Holy Ghost
Round and round in my head is like a carousel
Bad thoughts anxiety’s took no time to spill
I can’t sleep in the dark I need me a light
Are the monsters in my closet or inside my mind
I been rolling twisting turning right to my grave
But I’m still rolling twisting Turing hoping to escape
I’m the rap Houdini I should change my name
Because my body’s deep in water and my mind’s in chains

[JANE KEMBER SCIENTOLOGY 1967]
Address the being or the spirit or the soul, Whatever you wish to say the person is; and we raise or help that person to raise there level of awareness spiritually, and the more aware the individual becomes of himself and of others and of the environment, the more able he is to handle the environment, himself and others
[VERSE 1 ELI RICKARD]
It’s been a long time coming
I been long time running
Y’all done falled I’m jumping
Hit the wall like a dummy
Busting Shots busting shots making all y’all bleed
Taking Shots taking shots vodka fills my stream
I Can’t think clear cause all this weed
Smoke fills my mind my medulla turning green
I been glued to the grind my fire burning up the seas
And now I’m so damn high like Apollo 15

[VERSE 2 ELI RICKARD]
I’m a wordsmith locksmith
My tongue is now the key
And it be dangerous if I’m hating on your whole
damn mother fucking team

[VERSE 3 ELI RICKARD]
My vision blurry
I can’t see
Are you right in front of me
Or are you running to the T
You can’t mix it with my team
Yeah we hate and let em be
We can’t catch another 3
For my main niggas or me

[OUTRO ELI RICKARD]
This ends now